All The Money In The World - Lyrics - Your Body Above Me - Black Lab

Title: All The Money In The World
Album: Your Body Above Me
Artist: Black Lab
Composer(s): Polly Jean Harvey, Paul Durham

Lyric:
Switch the children, watch the women scream
Listen to the big machine
Switch the children, watch the women scream
Listen to the big machine

Let's have a party, let's get some fireworks
Let's see if we can forget how the game goes

Marigolds gone to soldiers gone to seed
Listen to the big machine
Marigolds gone to soldiers gone to seed
Listen to the big machine

All the money, all the money in the world
All the money, all the money can't burn your big machine

We wave our hands in bright white shades
We wave our flags, our billy clubs and spades

Help us now this is our hour of need
Listen to the big machine
Help us now this is our hour of need
[Incomprehensible] to the big machine

All the money, all the money in the world
All the money, all the money in the world
All the money, all the money in the world
All the money, all the money can't burn your big machine

Your big machine
Your big machine
Your big machine
Your big machine

All the money, all the money in the world
All the money, all the money in the world
All the money, all the money can't burn your big machine

Listen to the big machine
Listen to the big machine
(All the money, all the money in the world)
Listen to the big machine
(All the money, all the money can't burn your big machine)
[Incomprehensible] to the big machine

(All the money, all the money in the world)
Listen to the big machine
(All the money, all the money in the world)
Listen to the big machine

(All the money, all the money in the world)
Listen to the big machine
(All the money, all the money can't burn your big machine)
Listen to the big machine

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I'M From The Ghetto - Lyrics - We the Best - Dj Khaled

Title: I'M From The Ghetto
Album: We the Best
Artist: Dj Khaled
Composer(s): Marcello Valenzano, Khaled Khaled, Andre Lyon, Jason Phillips, Maurice Young, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
We the best
I represent the hood
I represent the ghetto
I represent the people
I represent you, listen

All the money in the world couldn't change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
'Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because

(I'm from the ghetto)
I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects)
I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho'

(I'm from the ghetto)
I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects)
I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto)

Yeah, that's what got me here
The chucks, the khaki suits, all the swap meet years
The six dollar socks, the five dollar rocks
Uncle Greg rest in peace, he taught me how to chop

That's why I love the hood and everything we got
From the ice cream trucks to the forty ounce tops
All white Air Force Ones to fake Jacob watch
A few reasons I drive the Bentley hard top

Use it in my songs 'cause I live it on the block
Tattoo it on my face, let the whole world watch
I'm that type of nigga y'all made my city bigger, dawg
Turn the TV off, got tired of watchin' Jigga boss

So we told our mom's, we was lookin' for jobs
We was really in the record store lookin' for Nas
Project of the ghetto, ghetto and the project
From Compton to being Dre's number one prospect so

All the money in the world couldn't change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
'Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because

(I'm from the ghetto)
I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects)
I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho'

(I'm from the ghetto)
I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects)
I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto)

Ain't no help there, just food stamps
Weight checks and welfare
Every man gone for self there
You still might need to borrow
Your medicate card for Health Care

Yeah, if you never got knocked then you made it
Everybody know each other if not they related
You can get shot or get bladed
There's dudes that got jobs now that had blocks in the eighties

Six months, five years for you just to cop out
Ninth or tenth grade is usually when niggas drop out
Fights break out when you wired and start joking
A lot of OG's retired and started smokin'

House party games of spade sweet Kool-Aid
Loud music all night till the boys in blue raid
So therefore, I could never be too paid
I know where I'm going and where I'm from will get you laid

All the money in the world couldn't change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
'Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because

(I'm from the ghetto)
I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects)
I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho'

(I'm from the ghetto)
I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects)
I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto)

Tell me this, how come, black folks get a little dough
And forget where they come from?
Man, we used to have good times
But since you moved on up, yes, you ain't cool with us

We still support you know, we don't see you much
You ain't the first fool, it's cool with us?
But why you living out your idols dreams
Remember how far you came and help you keep them thangs

Now it's cool that your address changed
But I'm tryna holla at my dog and the number ain't the same
I guess new homies came with his fame
But see, true homies will stay the same

Through all the up's and down's in your career
A couple wives, few kids scattered here
And when you dead or broke without a deal
All the groupies cleared, the ghetto will still be here

All the money in the world couldn't change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
'Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because

(I'm from the ghetto)
I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects)
I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho'

(I'm from the ghetto)
I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects)
I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto)

DJ Kali, that nigga Game
Trick Daddy, Jadakiss
We the best

We represent the ghetto
The projects, Kool and Dre on the tracks
We the best

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Rich Girl - Lyrics - Love, Angel, Music, Baby - Gwen Stefani

Title: Rich Girl
Album: Love, Angel, Music, Baby
Artist: Gwen Stefani
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Jerry Bock, Kara Dioguardi, Michael Elizondo, Sheldon Harnick, Eve Jeffers, C. Kreviazuk, Gwen Stefani, Andre Young

Lyric:
Na na na na, na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na na, na na na, na na na, na na
Na na na na, na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na na, na na na, na na na, na na

If I was a rich girl, na na, na na, na na, na na na na, na na, na na na
See, I'd have all the money in the world if I was a wealthy girl
No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end
'Cause I'd have all the money in the world if I was a wealthy girl

Think what that money could bring
I'd buy everything
Clean out Vivienne Westwood
In my Galliano gown

No, I wouldn't just have one hood
A Hollywood mansion if I could
Please book me first class to
My fancy house in London town

All the riches, baby, won't mean anything
All the riches, baby, won't bring what your love can bring
All the riches, baby, won't mean anything
Don't need no other baby, your lovin' is better than gold, and I know

If I was rich girl, na na, na na, na na, na na na na, na na, na na na
See, I'd have all the money in the world if I was a wealthy girl
No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end
'Cause I'd have all the money in the world if I was a wealthy girl

I'd get me four Harajuku girls to
Inspire me, and they'd come to my rescue
I'd dress them wicked, I'd give them names
Love, Angel, Music, Baby, hurry up and come and save me

All the riches, baby, won't mean anything
All the riches, baby, won't bring what your love can bring
All the riches, baby, won't mean anything
Don't need no other baby, your lovin' is better than gold, and I know

Come together all over the world
From the hoods of Japan, Harajuku girls
What? It's all love, what? Give it up
What? Shouldn't matter, shouldn't matter
Shouldn't matter, shouldn't matter, what?

Come together all over the world
From the hoods of Japan, Harajuku girls
What? It's all love, what? Give it up
What? Shouldn't matter, shouldn't matter
Shouldn't matter, shouldn't matter

What happened to my life? Turned upside down
Chicks that blew ya mind, ding, it's the second round
Original track and ting, mmm
You know you can't buy these things, no

See Stefani and her L.A.M.B.
I rock the fetish, people, you know who I am
Yes ma'am, we got the style that's wicked, I hope you can all keep up
We climbed all the way from the bottom to the top
Now we ain't gettin' nothin' but love

If I was rich girl, na na, na na, na na, na na na na, na na, na na na
See, I'd have all the money in the world if I was a wealthy girl
No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end
'Cause I'd have all the money in the world if I was a wealthy girl

Na na na na, na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na na, na na na, na na na, na na

Na na na na, na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na na, na na na, na na na, na na

Na na na na, na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na na, na na na, na na na, na na

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S.O.S. - Lyrics - Songs About Girls - Will I Am

Title: S.O.S.
Album: Songs About Girls
Artist: Will I Am
Composer(s): William Adams

Lyric:
Lord, come down and help us out
Send us an angel, help us out
S.O.S, help us out
Lookin' all the round and I'm watchin' the world

People killin', people dyin', people lyin', people blind
People don't see the sign, watchin' money all the time
Get the pennies, get the dimes, get the dollars is the mind state
Of the human race, people on the paper chase

The environment is fragile and we been on the gradual
Declinin' in a lifetime or lose the battle
Get burned by volcanoes, get blown by tornadoes
'Cause mother nature signals is tryna warn NATO

We got a new terror threat, it's called the weather
More deadlier than chemical and nuclear together
It's hotter in the winter, even hotter in the summer
Jesus or Buddha, somebody come and help us out

Lord, come down and help us out
Send us an angel, help us out
S.O.S, help us out
Lookin' all the round and I'm watchin' the world changin'

Open up your eyes
You can see things rearrangin'
The world is dyin'
And if they say it's gonna be alright, them people are lyin'

People trapped behind the gates, ignorance in their state of mind
'Cause they formulate a plan just to penetrate us
You see they stimulate us with fear, manipulate us
Each year they dominate, dividin' us like calculators

And we can't add it up 'cause calculators do the math for us
And here they come choppin' down, choppin' down our rainforest
Fuckin' up our air for us, they don't really care for us
And we can't complain because the only one to blame is us

The gas is risin' up but we keep on fillin' up
CO2 levels got the whole planet heated up
It's blazin' in the winter, even hotter in the summer
Muhammad, Jehovah, somebody come and help us out

Lord, come down and help us out
Send us an angel, help us out
S.O.S, help us out
Looks like we ain't gon' figure it out

Lord, come down and help us out
Send us an angel, help us out
S.O.S, help us out
Lookin' all the round and I'm watchin' the world changin'

Open up your eyes
You can see things rearrangin'
The world is endin'
And if they say it's gonna be okay, they just pretendin'

When the Eskimo gets bit by a mosquito
Somebody in Miami will get swept by a tsunami
Rastas in Jamaica will get hit by a quake
That registers somethin' like 8.8

You see this situations happenin' with our planet
'Cause twenty years ago we took it for granted
We should have took advantage and reversed the damage
Instead of just pumpin' and sellin' and slangin' the gas

And while we purchased the gas we was watchin' soap operas
While they steady brainwashed the masses
'Cause they could make a vehicle that runs off ashes
But they don't own a patent for that
And that's exactly what's happenin'

Corruption and bullshit politics
The planet's gonna die 'cause of bullshit politics
It's hotter in the winter, even hotter in the summer
And ain't nobody comin' to the rescue to help the

(The world)
The, the, the, the, the
The, the, the, the, the
(The world)
The, the, the, the, the
The, the, the, hope, the

(The world)
The, the, the, the, the
The, the, the, hope, the
(The world)
The, the, the, the, the

Lookin' all the round, watchin' the world
(The world, the world)
Lookin' all the round, watchin' the world
(The world)

Lookin' all the round, watchin' the world
(The world)
Lookin' all the round, watchin' the world
(The world)

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Z - Money Ain'T A Thing - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Money Ain'T A Thing
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh, uh, so so Def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun, son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one, zero, zero, zero, oh doub'
Damn, near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match
Cats say, I'm the shit man
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burn than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye, bye with da, da and I ain't gotta say no mo'

I'm 'The Truth' like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know about y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

Y'all shit ain't for real 'til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill
Said, she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light gray
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level
Where I'm at your check, you better double that
And personally your raps is where the trouble at

I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screamin' it's not a game
Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

So so Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is
Rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on

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Money Aint A Thang - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Money Aint A Thang
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh uh
So So Def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Come on, y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match
Cats say, "I'm the shit man"
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burn than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'

I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know about y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck, I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

Yeah, yeah, so let's play

So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level
Where I'm at, your check, you better double that
And personally your raps is where the trouble at

I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screamin', it's not a game
Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even, me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is
Rock, rock on
Rock, rock on
Rock

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Z - Money Ain'T A Thang - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - Money Ain'T A Thang
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh uh
So so def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double are flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

I flex the rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I the chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi till I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and Jay-Z got it locked crazy
Where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double r flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
It's slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frost bit bracelet to match
Cats say I'm the shit man
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burnt than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no more

I'm the truth like air, got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why 'cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know bout y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double are flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

Y'all shit ain't for real till y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to jigga, you owed some
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

Yeah, yeah, so let's play
So what, you went gold and Rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gonna take a lot more to see my level
Where I'm at, your check, you better double that

And personally your raps is where the trouble at
I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screaming it's not a game
Gleaming, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double r flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

So, so def, roc-a-fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is rock, rock on
Rock, rock on, rock, rock on

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The World Is Yours - Lyrics - Illmatic - Nas

Title: The World Is Yours
Album: Illmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Nasir Jones, Peter O Phillips

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Lyric:
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? It's yours

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?

I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged
Then writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin' time like
'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin'

Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timbs on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
Whether crusin' in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep

I keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me

Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? It's yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?

To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin' guns in all my baby pictures
Beef with housin' police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's

Yet I'm the mild, money gettin' style, rollin' foul
The versatile, honey stickin' wild, golden child
Dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the Devil's lasso, shit is a hassle

There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays
While all the old folks pray, to Jesus' soakin' they sins in trays
Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinkin' a word best describin' my life, to name my daughter

My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
Born in correction all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction
How ya livin' large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre
You flippin' coke or playin' spit spades in strip poker

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? It's yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine

Whose world is this? Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? It's yours
It's yours

I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home

I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow
'Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin' my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip

And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up
Even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin' women like the Phantom
The crew is lampin' big Willie style

Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, burnin' dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin' Danes plus the games
People play, bust the problems of the world today

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? It's yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine

Whose world is this? Yeah the world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? It's yours
Break it down

Yea aight? To everybody in Queens, the foundation
The world is yours, to everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours
The world is yours to everybody in Brooklyn
Y'all know the world is yours

The world is yours
Everbody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours
Long Island, yo the world is yours
Staten Island, yea the world is yours
South Bronx, the world is yours, aight?

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Get Your Shit Right - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Get Your Shit Right
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Rahman Griffin, Earl Simmons, Jermaine Dupri, Deric Angelettie

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Lyric:
To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

First off, you all niggaz know I don't slouch
An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin' about
I'm from the south, ya heard?
Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas
Live lavish
From ATL to Dallas an' the little palace
Goin' once, goin twice, everyday, livin' nice
In the grey wit the ice, makin' money rollin' dice
Livin' the life, that you all dream of
Puttin' niggaz outta business like Sony did to Sega

You seen us, the green stuff
An nuttin' else that's all I collect
I got the hots like the lox, money, power and respect
And I can damn the check that any of you all niggaz spit
I stay hittin', I ain't bullshittin'
Nigga, wit more glitta, than MJ
It's all pimp play, when it comes to me
And you all motherfuckers know how JD gets down
And those who don't it's a new sheriff in town
Feel me now

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

Yo, let me tell you were I'm at you all shits kinda sad you all
If you ride the buses or trains
Watch ya back you all, who think he stallin'?
I still ain't ballin' and I got wild bills
An' a crowd that keeps callin'
My dogs wanna hang, my bitches wanna bang
But it don't mean a thing when all you got is change
That's why my women ain't dimes
Not even close to nines sorta like fives and sixes
Wit scars and stiches

Type of bitches that spit in your face like Alomar
Broke hoes without a car snatchin' fruit from salad bars
Which one of you all come on, test me now
Me not goin' nowhere, you don't impress me now
So next time you see me up in them clubs
I'm probably scemin' while you at the bar
Brick hard and fiendin'
I wait for 4 o'clock when your drunk ass is leavin'
'Cause I paid to get in and now I gotta pray teethin'

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

Niggas goin' to parties thousand dollar shoes and jewels
You begets what I be wantin' so I be bringin' the tool
Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in
And nigga D be flippin', yeah, money, it's the same shit
What you thought 'cause you bought a joint
You might be able to creep a nigga
When he ain't on point
And I can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin'
And every step you take brings your ass closer to dyin'

And I don't flow wit the doe 'cause money comes and goes
Gimme the love of my thugs, hoodrats and hoes
And I'm good 'cause motherfucker I'm stayin' in the hood
And I'm gon' rip till I'm stiff like wood
You wishin' that you could keep it as real as me
And you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me
When I get ill it be some next shit
Darkman, motherfuckin' X shit
Wreck shit for respect bitch

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

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The Heist - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: The Heist
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Rakheim Meyers, Corey Woods, Dennis Coles, Trevor Smith, Paul Mitchell

Lyric:
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is with me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man
Take the bones out man for real
Yeah all applepie, yeah
Straight up, Flipmode BK King thing

Aiyo, it was the best heist since ice
Precise rituals
Skated outta Jacob's wit the Fruit Loop jewels
Holdin' a navy blue Uzi
Krush Groovin' waves off the atlas
Coolin', that's how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid

Old dog in it, the thug vaccine with no pork in it
Vivid imagination paper chasin'
Dufflebag swollen, we holdin'
Drink chocolate milk before we roll in
It's like that ya'll, we gangstas
Stickin' all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
Tiffany's, pretty Valentine brick is on the second floor balcony
Gems is magnificent, diamonds is cryin'
"Busta Rhymes take me, nevermind help!"

Aiyo caught 'em at the ice pavilion, dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas covered in vest pieces think like a mob flick
Guessin' like Patsy in the mask, piece bust
Got aggravated, slapped the glass pieces
One nigga beamin', fagot ass lay on the floor ya fuck!
Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live coma
Three young Italians, suited down personal style

I'm in valor white designin' on the 'dallions
Felt like some crackers was in back of me
Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set
Ghost backin' me bust a shot, motored
Four male in paper work, Lord
We get together once more before we blow this
Murdered nobody
Left 'em all baseball'd down, brotha
Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors

Money!
Drop dead on the floor
Nigga, pass the keys to the door
Pass me all the cash in the drawer
Or I promise you'll be payin' the price
Feelin' like a nigga died twice
Execute the world's greatest diamond heist
Ya'll niggas know we out to get this money!

(C'mon money! C'mon money! C'mon money!)
Raekwon, Ghostface, Rocky Marce c'mon!
(C'mon money! C'mon money! C'mon money! C'mon money!)
Let's get this money nigga

Yeah we near the mind out west
Somewhere in Africa
The Feds is after us, vest on my back
Whippin' the Acuras, feel like a Mac bustin'
A rug in Preston on percussion
I'll bust in your gate, nigga it's nothin'
A hail storm, ice rainin', mind containin'
Info, nigga what you in for complainin'

Sick bars deep in this language
Did I tell you how my day's spent?
Speakin' through the face of Ronald Reagan
Iceberg history, calligraphy
Kaleidescope colors, hollow head shells and flarin' gunmen
Hate to see me comin' like gray skies on day of judgment
Makes you wonder where the love went
Hit a nigga, feed him to some buzzards

Put up numbers, plus I'm one to push his mug in
We duck in the safe, check what I'm huggin'
Rocks the size of some shit, out in the Congo
My arms full, let's get the fuck out, Busta I got you

Aiyo we do great study on fossils and stones like archaeologists
Gemologists, collect the most priceless ices anonymous
Canary stones yellow like a pumpkin
Dunkin' Donut precious size stones make me wanna cut the safe open
Rae pass the blowtorch, ghost brought the dynamite stick
Marciano brought a chisel with an ice pick
Princess cuts, invisible settings
Plannin' the world's greatest diamond heist
Playin' a tune by Otis Redding

Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just like still?
Time to throw on a skully and tying a rag tight
Throwin' light went off and in the basket
Grabbed the necklace from off the satin pillow while the glass casket
Ice lay across the crushed burgundy velvet
Up in the diamond slide-tray
Gun in your face, slide it right away
Roundtable with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas

We got them niggas drunk and talkin' foolish see
You know the way we straight manipulated this shit
We swindle them niggas for all their precious things
Before we skated and shit, yeah, ya'll niggas know we skated early
Disguised ourselves as the Cidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly
Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos
And bury the diamonds on an island your never heard like Turks in Keikos
Everytime we hit, we in and out quick
Don't be surprised if we behind supplyin' niggas all the platinum and shit

(Money! Money! Money! Money!)
Yeah, the world's greatest jewel heist
(Money! Money! Money! Money!)
Thoroughly and successfully executed
(Money! Money! Money! ! Money!)
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
(Money! Money! Money! Money!)
Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
(Money!)
A job well done fellas, very good piece of work

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Money Good - Lyrics - Buck Tha World - Young Buck

Title: Money Good
Album: Buck Tha World
Artist: Young Buck
Composer(s): David Brown, Lamarquis Jefferson, Craig Love, L Nix, Jonathan H Smith

Lyric:
G-Unit
Aiyyo, if you got more than a hundred dollars in your pocket
Aiyyo, make some noise in this ****
'Cause I'm gettin' money like a ****, y'all

Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now
Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now

Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now
Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now

26's got me big, big wheelin'
Money over ****, I'ma get me a million
Thangs done changed, I'm hotter than a flame
So it's no time for me to beef with Jada, Joe or Game

Diamonds in my chain, a Chevy in my yard
And a baby blue Phantom that I keep in the garage
Come here, let me talk to you, show you what my grill 'bout
Ice like Paul Wall but I can't take mine out

Let's play the game 'Big bank take lil' bank'
Flood it like Katrina, make sure that your ship sank
You would think money's growin' on trees
The way your boy run through a couple hundred G's

Fresh white tee 'bout to get my hustle on
I ain't goin' to the club till all my work gone
I'm leanin' on the leather and grippin' on the wood
And I can build whatever, you know my money good, yeah

I can get money, I be in the hood
I be stackin' paper like a real **** should
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I be pimpin' hard and I got them ****
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
I'm good in the hood so you know I'm gon' shine
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some

I'm sellin' everythang and savin' every dime
I'm good in the hood so you know I'm gon' shine
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some

Fifty for the watch, a hundred for the bracelet
I'm headed to the top, I can damn near taste it
I represent my block and give away the ones
The hustle never stops, so my job is never done

So tell me what it costs and show me who the boss
Put your money where your mouth is, I'ma break him off
If you wanna know the reason why I act like that
I can fit a half a mil' in this Louie backpack, yeah

I can get money, I be in the hood
I be stackin' paper like a real **** should
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I be pimpin' hard and I got them ****
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

Go and do your thang, just don't get caught
Let your money talk, I let my money talk for me
If shorty wanna hate, then tell the **** to walk
Let your money talk, I let my money talk for me

Call me what you want but you can't call me broke
'Cause gettin' big bags of money's all we know
Marble floors in the projects, ghetto millionaire
All this Gucci in my closet, I don't know what to wear

Bentley outside by the ice cream truck
Just ride through the hood, ask 'em if they seen Buck
Thought I wouldn't make it but look at me now
That's why I painted the Benz the same color as Cristal

I can get money, I be in the hood
I be stackin' paper like a real **** should
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I be pimpin' hard and I got them ****
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

Get money, hey, get money
Get money, hey, get money

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My Life - Lyrics - The Boatlift - Pitbull

Title: My Life
Album: The Boatlift
Artist: Pitbull
Composer(s): Armando Perez, Adrian Santalla

Lyric:
Drop that beat, it's the truth
You don't know what you have until you lose it

I've had all the women you could possibly imagine
In my life, in my life
I've had all the cars, all the cribs, all the money
In my life, in my life

I've had my ups, my downs, I paid my dues
Earned my stripes
But nothing compares to the love
I have for you, have for you

All I know is the hustle and grind
And all you want is some quality time
But I can't give it to you due to the life that I chose
My heart?s so cold to the point my blood it froze

I might wear diamonds if they really could freeze time
But then again time is money and I needs mine
There I go again being selfish
And here you go again in love and helpless

You mean the world to me, baby you know it's the truth
But I don't know who I love more, you or the booth
These are just some things I need to get off my chest
Sometimes I feel all I can give you is sex, I'm sorry

I've had all the women you could possibly imagine
In my life, in my life
I've had all the cars, all the cribs, all the money
In my life, in my life

I've had my ups, my downs, I paid my dues
Earned my stripes
But nothing compares to the love
I have for you, have for you

I ain't gon' lie baby, this life is addicting
The fame, the money, especially these bitches
I've been around it all, I've seen 'em ball
I've seen 'em fall, go broke and lose it all

That's why I work hard 365, 24/7 baby, this my life
I breathe, I bleed, I eat, I sleep, I shit this
I got a bad stomach with these haters on my shit list

Baby, I know it's hard to understand
But it's out of my hands, baby this is God's plan
I came, I saw, I conquered
I apologize but this game made me a monster, I'm sorry

I've had all the women you could possibly imagine
In my life, in my life
I've had all the cars, all the cribs, all the money
In my life, in my life

I've had my ups, my downs, I paid my dues
Earned my stripes
But nothing compares to the love
I have for you, have for you

In my life, I done some wrong
I done some right
In my life, I done some wrong
I done some right

In my life, I done some wrong
I done some right
In my life, I done some wrong
I done some right

I've had all the women you could possibly imagine
In my life, in my life
I've had all the cars, all the cribs, all the money
In my life, in my life

I've had my ups, my downs, I paid my dues
Earned my stripes
But nothing compares to the love
I have for you, have for you

I done some wrong and some right, yeah
Derulo, Pitbull, this how we do

I've had all the women you could possibly imagine
In my life, in my life
I've had all the cars, all the cribs, all the money
In my life, in my life

But nothing compares to the love
I have for you, have for you, yeah

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Blowin' Up In The World - Lyrics - Kool G. Rap

Title: Blowin' Up In The World
Artist: Kool G. Rap
Composer(s): Anthony Best, Robert E Caldwell, Alfons Kettner, Nathaniel Wilson

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Lyric:
Back in the days was kinda crazy, kid I started out with nothin'
Wasn't livin' like thanks giving, I was turkey without the stuffin'
Sometimes I sweared to God that I was headed for the poorhouse
Say mama caught the drama, she would bleed tryin' to feed 4 mouths

Wasn't rockin' girbauds, I barely had clothes and when it snowed
And temperatures droppin' below zero, you know I froze
No Cd's, a black and white TV, a seat is a rubber tire
With a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some pliers

Had nothin' in my cabinet, but cans of raid
I'm knockin' on my neighbor's door
To borrow a cup of sugar for my kool-aid
I wasn't freshly dipped, my gear was straight ripped, I'm trippin'

'Cause my winter coat got lost buttons
And zippers that wouldn't stay zipped
I never remembered the brother was straight fat cat
Not even a big mac black, I had kid castle topped with crackerjacks

Walkin' the streets, with the weak sneaks on my feet
And the freaks wouldn't speak, I never had lipstick on my cheek
So much for getting humped from the stunts, I always struck out
The one y'all likes is takin' hikes if you can't pull a buck out
So now I gots to dedicate my next plate to all the homeboys and girls
Straight up baby, I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines
I gotta get mines, I gotsta get mines, yeah

It seems like only yesterday, my moms was on my back
Get your butt up out the sack and find a job or hit the road jack
Black, I don't disown her, I'm just a kid from corona
With a G.E.D. diploma, with more ribs showin' than Tony rhoma's

In order to get straight, I gotsta to make a muscle
Learned to hustle and bustle and I gave the streets a tussle
Standin' down on the corner slangin' fat rocks to bottles
With the black tops, for cops got my shorty watchin' my back hobbes

Makin' mad Lucci, bought up Louis vuitton Gucci
Hoochies callin' me boochi, while they smooch me, givin' up the coochie
Now I'm a felon, started sellin' and splittin' melons
I started gellin', to tellin' police just 'cause I was swellin'

Hangin' out on the corner playin' cee-lo, rollin' for half a kilo
Yo you'll never see G-low a-goin' below
Yeah, straight gettin' fortunate, as long as fees was torchin' it
It started gettin' hot around the block, the cops was scorchin' it

But luckily I made out before the coppers could frisk me and diss me
'Cause business is drugs is gettin' too risky
So now I just lamp, collect stamps
Snatch up tramps diamonds and pearls
Straight up baby, I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines
I gotta get mines, I gotsta get mines, yeah

I got put on by DJ polo, cut the record, it's a demo
And started chillin' in limos with champagne and tinted windows
Hoppin', no time for pages, sportin' gold chains and rings
Clockin' money and fame, nothin' changed, I'm still the same

Just spendin' 20's and 10's at women pullin' on my linen
And grinnin' 'cause I was winnin' in this game from the beginning
The lyrical skills was kinda ill, gave you a slight chill
So I just let the hype build, known for rappers run and go write wills

I turned from a hobo to a solo bozin for dolos
Stole my dough, you still below, now I prefer cigars and blow mo'
So catch a flashback, of a G. rap track, attacked, like a head crack
That's smack, through your cap, with the lead black

And here's a new cut, for pooh-butt, rappers hangin' from off my
Two nuts like they was put there by members of the Ku Klux
So peep Kool G. rap, don't sleep, money unless it's witcha girl
Straight up kid, I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines
I gotta get mines, I gotsta get mines, yeah

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Let'S Get It / Sky'S The Limit - Lyrics - Young Jeezy

Title: Let'S Get It / Sky'S The Limit
Artist: Young Jeezy
Composer(s): Giorgio Moroder

Lyric:
Tryna get Boston George and Diego money
And stack it all up like Lego money
Played with them blocks, call it Tetris
Real talk a hundred carats in my necklace

Look up in the sky and tell me what you see, the clouds
Naw, nigga, not me
I see opportunity, I'm a opportunist
Nigga, you heard what I said, I'm a opportunist

Off the hard white and the cream
All these free agents, you better build your team
I come and take the game like John Madden
'Cause I played in the game like John Madden

The world is yours and everything in it
It's out there, get on your grind and get it, ay
Hands in the air
(Sky's the limit, nigga)
Hands in the air

The world is yours and every bitch in it
It's out there, get on your grind and get it, ay
Hands in the air
(Sky's the limit, nigga)
Hands in the air

Anything you put ya mind to, put ya grind to
Forgetful ass nigga, must I remind you?
Men do what they want, boys do what they can
And it ain't no secret, I'm a grown ass man

Put my hands on the Bible and I solemnly swear
Leave them all with more shoes than I could possibly wear
Niggaz still hatin', but they can kiss my ass
Still get a hard-on when I count that cash

I give 'em the squares, you give me the bags
I give 'em the squares, you give me the cash
And that's what the fuck I call a even exchange
And if there's anythin' extra you can keep the change

The world is yours and everything in it
It's out there, get on your grind and get it, ay
Hands in the air
(Sky's the limit, nigga)
Hands in the air

The world is yours and every bitch in it
It's out there, get on your grind and get it, ay
Hands in the air
(Sky's the limit, nigga)
Hands in the air

Grind sun down till it comes up again
Stay down till we come back up again
It's all in the game, the ups, the downs
It's all in the game, the O, the pounds

The shit was all good just a week ago
Whole click was eating good just a week ago
It's all good, nigga, give us a month
Thinkin' of a master plan while I smoke this blunt

With the huse to the back, now everybody got coupes
Put the word in the street that supply the troops
I just call 'em like I see 'em
Serve these niggaz, third person dog, I ain't tryin' to see 'em

The world is yours and everything in it
It's out there, get on your grind and get it, ay
Hands in the air
(Sky's the limit, nigga)
Hands in the air

The world is yours and every bitch in it
It's out there, get on your grind and get it, ay
Hands in the air
(Sky's the limit, nigga)
Hands in the air

The world is yours and everything in it
It's out there, get on your grind and get it, ay
Hands in the air
(Sky's the limit, nigga)
Hands in the air

The world is yours and every bitch in it
It's out there, get on your grind and get it, ay
Hands in the air
(Sky's the limit, nigga)
Hands in the air

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Love'S The Only House - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Martina Mcbride

Title: Love'S The Only House
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Martina Mcbride
Composer(s): Buzz Cason, Tom Douglas

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Lyric:
I was standin' in the grocery store line
The one they marked 'Express'
When this woman came through with about 25 things
And I said, "Don't you know that more is less?"

She said, "This world is movin' so fast
I just get more behind every day
And every mornin' when I make my coffee
I can't believe my life's turned out this way"

All I could say was
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain

He was walkin' by the other day and I said
"Hey, baby, how you been?
Yeah, I got me a little girl now and she's 4 years old
And she's got her daddy's little grin"

"And you only wanted what you can't have
And, baby, you can't have me now, I gave my heart to another
Yeah, I'm a mother and he's a father and we're a family
And we've got each other and I found out the hard way that"

Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain

You drive three miles from all this prosperity
Down across the river and you see a ghetto there
And we got children walkin' around with guns
And they got knives and drugs and pain to spare

And here I am in my clean white shirt
With a little money in my pocket and a nice warm home
And we got teenagers walkin' around
In a culture of darkness livin' together alone

All I can say is
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain

And I can't explain it and I can't understand
But I'll come down and get my hands dirty
And together we'll make a stand

Somewhere 'cross the parkin' lot, some bands playin' out of tune
City streets are gonna burn if we don't do somethin' soon
And senorita can't quit cryin', baby's due now any day
Don Juan left, got sick of tryin', no one there to show him the way

She came down to the grocery store and she said
"I, I wanna buy a little carton of milk but I don't have any money"
I said, "Hey, I'll cover you, honey, 'cause the pain's gotta go somewhere
Yeah the pain's gotta go someplace, so come on down to my house"

Don't you know that
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain

Don't you know that
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world
Love's the only house big enough for all the pain

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