Attack Me With Your Love - Lyrics - Single Life - Cameo

Title: Attack Me With Your Love
Album: Single Life
Artist: Cameo
Composer(s): Kevin Kendrick, Larry Blackmon

Lyric:
Attack me with your love, baby
Hey

When you walk, when you pass me by
There?s three things that come immediately to mind
One is I?d like to have you, two is I love your face
The third one is irrelevant ?cause there?s no time or place

Attack me with your love, attack me with your love, baby
Attack me with your love
Attack me with your love, bushwhack me with your love, baby
And I?ll do all the things you want me to
Excite me with your love, entice me with your love, baby
Come slap me with your love, I?m happy with your love, baby

I think you need to know the deal about just how I really feel
?Cause intentionally I?m for real and I?m sure I?ll make you feel
That I?m a mean man and I?m a go-getter
Hey, baby, baby

Late at night when the evening comes
I, I sit down to check my options, there are none
First thing I think about is your lovely smile
And all the things that drive me wild

Got a little lady drivin? me crazy
What am I gonna do
Got a little lady drivin? me crazy
What am I gonna do if I can?t have you

Attack me with your love, attack me with your love, baby
Attack me with your love, bushwhack me with your love, baby
And I?ll do all the things you want me to
Excite me with your love, entice me with your love, baby
Come slap me with your love, I?m happy with your love, baby

Hey, pretty lady, lady
There?s no defense against your love
I wanna show you how I feel, hey, baby
Wow, baby

The night is young, here take this glass
We?ll toast to happiness and a love that?ll ever last
Of all the loves I've had before
No one can compare, to me you?re so much more

If you just let me do what I wanna do to you
I know I?ll have you
If you can let me know what I wanna do to you
Then I?ll wait for you, I?ll wait for you

Attack, attack, baby
Attack, bushwhack, baby
Excite, entice, baby
Come slap me, I?m happy, baby

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I Luv - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: I Luv
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): J Grinnage, E Murry, J Campbell, F Foxxx, C Martin

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Lyric:
Ah

What's mine's I love, and I fight, push to shove
Hand to hand?, but you can't stop the love
You push to impress, and I leave you with less
It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'

What's mine's I love, and I fight, push to shove
Hand to hand?, but you can't stop the love
You push to impress, and I leave you with less
It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest

Can't stop the love, I know you sayin' I'ma young nigga
Don't get it fucked up 'cause I move with them thug niggas
From old, to life we straight sparkin' light
Bring light to the darkest nights

Blast, blast, P in your area
(M, O)
Make a move and them cats might bury ya
Now that your trapped and your fuckin' with thugs
Let me tell your punk ass what I love

I love to see motherfuckers, that show no love
And start speakin' out like a bitch when you catch 'em in the club
I love, when a slug cat shut down
And then try to post up when they damn near cut his ass down

I love, trying to reach all parts of the map
On a Ninja, with a big Buddha bitch on a back
I love, cats that rap and still drip checks
Like your man Lil' Fame, Bill Danze and triple x

What's mine's I love, and I fight, push to shove
Hand to hand?, but you can't stop the love
You push to impress, and I leave you with less
It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'

Aiyo, you know what I love
(What's that?)
It's when motherfuckers assume
That they ass can't get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon
I got the balls to come through your walls, like
(Boom)

Have an orgasm every time I clear the fuckin' room
Nah, not just yet
(Niggas is gone)
I need to see you son of a bitches sweat
What I got, son, my shit is prop', son
(I love)

With Prem' in the drivin' seat and Freddie Fox ridin' shotgun
Here is the ultimate
(Stop son)
Somethin' I love is when thugs be bumpin' my shit
Niggas with heat, niggas that's deep
(I love, I love)

Niggas that regulate the streets
(Sho' nuff)
Mic blessin, Smith and Wessun caressin'
With the Desert Storm impression
(First family)
The lesson, I advise if your not ready to ride
On the homicide side, nigga slide

What's mine's I love, and I fight, push to shove
Hand to hand?, but you can't stop the love
You push to impress, and I leave you with less
It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'

I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw
I love takin' niggas burners when they scared to draw
I love plottin' on my enemies, I love to attack
I love beatin' niggas down when they rhymes is whack

I love seeing emcees struggle to make
Themselves something that us real niggas love to hate
It's too late, I love my Ninas and I love my, fours
Blowin' holes through the project doors in, knive wars, nigga

I love the feeling, and the rush that I get
From, Sam, run the Rolex watch with the diamond begets
I love, how my life was intact without a deal
How I kept the newest chromes on my automobile

I love the fact that rappers make the dough, without a flow
Soft niggas, that I stain, like piss in the snow
I love the fact that I survived through the roughest of times
And break the mic when I want, with the roughest of rhymes

It's a luxury to see me emcee
It's so hard, this lyrical brutality, feed's a nigga's mentality
I love, when you niggas claim to be great
Knowin' your mob ain't never lettin' shit, what the fuck is this?

Niggas bustin' shots on New York, I get my vest on
Twenty rhyme clips in my mic, I get my bless on
Loan soldier standin' on the front line, I fear none
Excuses that you give me for your lyrics, I hear none

You niggs ain't no real emcee's
You Sam Goody ass niggas can't write without suckin' down trees
So I love, laughin' at you niggas, while you clappin' at me
I split your head shot from your man, while he's slappin' at me

I feel the hits from your rounds
Your hollow points make a nigga wobble
But, I won't fall down

Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, come on

What's mine's I love, and I fight, push to shove
Hand to hand?, but you can't stop the love
You push to impress, and I leave you with less
It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'

Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
For all them sucka ass niggas that don't know, when
I crawl up out the whole
And I got M.O.P. with me, baby, ain't nowhere

You can run ain't nowhere you can hide
(To the life)
With hot slugs at both sides
Split your back open wide
Niggas from the East Side

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Tough Love - Lyrics - Before Dark

Title: Tough Love
Artist: Before Dark
Composer(s): Alvin Gregory Gerard Curtis, Simon Theodor

Lyric:
Tough love, you keep on telling me lies
I can fantasize but know I realize
You're still hungry for my love
But you should've ate huh, huh

Tough love, I keep on
(I keep on)
Letting you back
(Letting you back)
Loves so much but a heart attack
(A heart attack)

It don't matter what you do
Never gon' get back with you
So keep on sobbing 'cause we're through
Tough love

He said, "Don't wear no tight shirts, hot skirts
And don't flirt be home by eight, not late
I won't wait and don't make me bang on you
When I fell in love with you it was voodoo"

I didn't know the things that you do
You said you'd always be there, always give a care
But now you have no spare, ain't no fair

Tough love, you keep on telling me lies
I can fantasize but know I realize
You're still hungry for my love
But you should've ate huh, huh

Tough love, I keep on
(I keep on)
Letting you back
(Letting you back)
Loves so much but a heart attack
(A heart attack)

It don't matter what you do
Never gon' get back with you
So keep on sobbing 'cause we're through
Tough love

I would O B E Y, I'm too shy, I'd just walk by
And let you tell me off on and all around
One day I'll leave and never be found
I'll pack my bags, be out, say peace

You never knew I'd leave so weak
If you coulda, shoulda, woulda
Been a real man to stay with you
I do all that I can

Let me tell you what I mean
When I say that I watched you plead away from me
And you really, really gonna be sorry baby

Now you wanna get back with me
You have, you friends keep pagin' me
But this star athlete can take his cleats and run

Tough love, you keep on telling me lies
I can fantasize but know I realize
You're still hungry for my love
But you should've ate huh, huh

Tough love, I keep on
(I keep on)
Letting you back
(Letting you back)
Loves so much but a heart attack
(A heart attack)

It don't matter what you do
Never gon' get back with you
So keep on sobbing 'cause we're through
Tough love

It's 365, 52 then 7, I'm the closest
You can get without dyin' and goin' to heaven
I was you caramel kisses and your chocolate eclairs
But you still lyin', telling friends you saw my underwear
When the waitress asks you for your order

You checking me, slim fem', brown skin
But there is much, much more to me
What you want from me, who you want me to be
But I can clearly see you love is no purpose it's on B.D

Let me tell you what I mean
When I say that I watched you plead away from me
And you really, really gonna be sorry baby

Now you wanna get back with me
You have, you friends keep pagin' me
But this star athlete can take his cleats and run

Tough love, you keep on telling me lies
I can fantasize but know I realize
You're still hungry for my love
But you should've ate huh, huh

Tough love, I keep on
(I keep on)
Letting you back
(Letting you back)
Loves so much but a heart attack
(A heart attack)

It don't matter what you do
Never gon' get back with you
So keep on sobbing 'cause we're through
Tough love

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Don'T Be Cruel - Lyrics - Don't Be Cruel - Bobby Brown

Title: Don'T Be Cruel
Album: Don't Be Cruel
Artist: Bobby Brown
Composer(s): Kenny Edmonds, Daryl Simmons, Antonio Reid

Lyric:
Girl, the only thing that matters in my life
Is that I'm down for you and treat you right
You've got no call to treat me cold as ice

Ohh, girl, as long as I've been givin' my love to you
You should be givin' me your love too
But you just keep on actin' just like a fool
You know it ain't cool

Uh don't be cruel, 'cause I would never be that cruel to you
Uh no, oh oh, no, uh don't be cruel
Uh girl, you need to change your attitude
Uh no, oh, uh don't be cruel

Hey yo' Kimmy what's up with this attitude
I thought I was bein' real good to you
I treat you sweet, take you out at night
But you never say thanks girl, that ain't right

I bought you diamonds even gave you pearls
I took you for a cruise all around the world
I treat you high post but you play me close
And if I want to drink up you won't even toast

Girl, I work so hard for you from nine to five
So you could have the finer things in life
Since you're the kind that's never satisfied

Ohh, girl, as long as I've been givin' my heart to you
You should be givin' me your heart, too
But you just keep on actin' just like a fool
You know it ain't cool

Uh don't be cruel, 'cause I would never be that cruel to you
Uh no, oh oh, no, uh don't be cruel
Uh girl, you need to change your attitude
Uh no, oh, uh don't be cruel

From fancy cars to diamond rings
I've just about given you everything
There's really not much I won't do for you
I bought you twelve yellow roses and candy, too

I like to be up front and never play the back
But the way you treat me girl is like a heart attack
I'm a real troop trooper and with all the times
That you were by my side diggin' dollars outta crock

Ohh, girl, as long as I've been givin' my love to you
You should be givin' me your love, too
But you just keep on actin' just like a fool
You know it ain't cool, it just ain't cool

Oww! Uh don't be cruel

We used to hang out tough just kickin' around
We discovered a love that had never been found
You gave me your heart I gave you my mind
But a true love affair we could never find

Although I want you bad I could let you go
'Cause there's a lot of girls out there that won't say no
But due to fact that I want you, Jackie
I want you more than human eyes can see

But you had to start givin', tryin' to make a killin'
Thought about the dollars I make and you were willin'
To be with me Bobby B., but with a bad attitude I can't compete
Now you know my name, now I know your game

You want to be with me you got to be the same way
That another girl would be and if you wanna be with me

Uh don't be cruel, 'cause I would never be that cruel to you
Uh no, oh oh, no, uh don't be cruel
Uh girl, you need to change your attitude
Uh no, oh

Uh don't be cruel, 'cause I would never be that cruel to you
Uh no, oh oh, no, uh don't be cruel
Uh girl, you need to change your attitude
Uh no, oh

We used to hang out tough just kickin' around
We discovered a love that had never been found
You gave me your heart I gave you my mind
But a true love affair we could never find

Although I want you bad I could let you go
'Cause there's a lot of girls out there that won't say no
But due to fact that I want you, Jackie
I want you more than human eyes can see

But you had to start givin', tryin' to make a killin'
Thought about the dollars I make and you were willin'
To be with me Bobby B., but with a bad attitude I can't compete
Now you know my name, now I know your game

You want to be with me you got to be the same way
That another girl would be and if you wanna be with me

Uh don't be cruel, 'cause I would never be that cruel to you
Uh no, oh oh, no, uh don't be cruel
Uh girl, you need to change your attitude

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Diddy Rock - Lyrics - Press Play - Diddy

Title: Diddy Rock
Album: Press Play
Artist: Diddy
Composer(s): Rashawna Guy, Timothy Z Mosley, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Sean J Combs, Lloyd E Mathis, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Kristal O Oliver

Lyric:
You gon' believe me now though
Tryin' to get up in your mind
In your body, in your spirit, take your soul

Come here, girl
Let me creep in your world
Let me see the backside of your moon
No Vickies, only La Perla

Let me take you to Indonesia
Where nobody can reach us
There's no need to take your phone
'Cause you far away from home
Baby, let me be your tour guide
I'm your burger, you my fries

Run through sets, come through sets
Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps
I?m way too fresh, so complex
Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next

Let?s get the party started
Far from a motherfuckin' starvin' artist
Got somethin' to prove? Don?t talk it, walk it
My niggas outside on them walkie talkies

Pop that trunk, pass that dutch
Let?s get crunk, baby, don?t play dumb
Baby, don?t say none, it?s on me
Louie 13 and the Cris on me

Dimes wall to wall in the V.I.P.
But age don?t mean a thing, I ain't chi Ali
I bring them out with no I.D.
The broads, they bring them out like I?m T.I.P.

Come here, girl
Let me creep in your world
Let me see the backside of your moon
No Vickies, only La Perla

Let me take you to Indonesia
Where nobody can reach us
There's no need to take your phone
'Cause you far away from home
Baby, let me be your tour guide
I'm your burger, you my fries

Ready for action when I attack on the track
And I flat up a sac on strap in the Cadillac and the glove
Coup on me when you start shit with the ambassador of New York
And the queen of the Chi and I'm backin' her up

Flow be ugly but it?s a beautiful thing, aluminum rings
Get money like I?m movin' them thangs
I got connects in every section when I?m up in the hood
Chain looking so nasty, all the bitches goin' ughh

Heard they wanna get me but I got my guns cocked
I?m dirty ridin', 30 stuntin' cock like Yung Joc
I?m the talk of the town, lightin' up 50 rounds
Meet me in a circle, everybody, it?s goin' down

Give you Hypnotiq to get you erotic
And then I take you somewhere exotic
Where we can blow chronic
A full clip for a lil drama, you know I ain?t a hoe
Snatch your bitch, come here, lil' mama, you know you wanna go

Come here, girl
Let me creep in your world

I'm from the city where nothin' pretty and everybody know
I spit a flow to get up with Diddy and now we finna blow
Niggas in the hood, show me love, I?m the girl
Pimp tight, let my mink game down to the floor

Pardon me if I gotta be a boss bitch
I don?t give a fuck what it cost, bitch
I floss big whips, I floss big chains
I talk big shit 'cause I'm off big thangs
Now what you wanna do? You betta not step
Now nigga move back, let me catch my breath

Bring it, bring it back to the floor, so sick with a ass so fat
It's Shawnna, Twist and Diddy with Timb on the track
You know it gotta be tint with 20's on the 'Llac
I see 'em lookin' at me like what?s up
But I was hit low in the cut

Come here, girl
Let me creep in your world
Let me see the backside of your moon
No Vickies, only La Perla

Let me take you to Indonesia
Where nobody can reach us
There's no need to take your phone
'Cause you far away from home

It feels like we flyin', right?
I ain't never felt like this before
I like this, do you like it? Let's go

Searching interplanetary
I just want to fuck a fairy
Fuck a frequent flier and fly
Watch the planets through your window

Would you let me touch the stars?
And introduce me to Jupiter and Mars
Take me up away so far

You P I D D Y
So I know you gonna keep me F L Y
Jump in your jet and your shit take me up high
Somewhere that's isolated, just you and I

Searching interplanetary
I just want to fuck a fairy
Fuck a frequent flier and fly
Watch the planets through your window

Would you let me touch the stars?
And introduce me to Jupiter and Mars
Take me up away so far

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That y'all are presently listenin' to
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Words - Lyrics - Erotica - Madonna

Title: Words
Album: Erotica
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Shep Pettibone, Madonna Tony Shimkin

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Lyric:
Words, they cut like a knife, cut into my life
I don't want to hear your words
They always attack, please take them all back
If they're yours I don't want anymore

You think you're so smart, you try to manipulate me
You try to humiliate with your words
You think you're so chic, you write me beautiful letters
You think you're so much better than me

But your actions speak louder than words
And they're only words, unless they're true
Your actions speak louder than promises
You're inclined to make and inclined to break

Words, they cut like a knife, cut into my life
I don't want to hear your words
They always attack, please take them all back
If they're yours I don't want anymore

You think you're so shrewd
You try to bring me low
You try to gain control with your words

But your actions speak louder than words
And they're only words, unless they're true
Your actions speak louder than promises
You're inclined to make and inclined to break

Words, they cut like a knife, cut into my life
I don't want to hear your words
They always attack, please take them all back
If they're yours I don't want anymore

Friends they tried to warn me about you
He has good manners, he's so romantic
But he'll only make you blue

How can I explain to them?
How could they know?
I'm in love with your words, your words

You think you're so sly
I caught you at your game
You will not bring me shame with your words

But your actions speak louder than words
And they're only words, unless they're true
Your actions speak louder than promises
You're inclined to make and inclined to break

Words, they cut like a knife, cut into my life
I don't want to hear your words
They always attack, please take them all back
If they're yours I don't want anymore

Too much blinding light
Your touch, I've grown tired of your words, words, words
A linguistic form that can meaningfully be spoken in isolation
Conversation, expression, a promise, a sigh in short, a lie

A message from heaven, a signal from hell
I give you my word I'll never tell
Language that is used in anger
Personal feelings signaling danger

A brief remark, an utterance, information
Don't mince words, don't be evasive
Speak your mind, be persuasive
A pledge, a commitment, communication, words

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Shit On You - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Shit On You
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Kenneth Bell Jr, Ondre Moore, Andre Moore, Rufus Johnson, Marshall Mathers, Von Carlile, Denaun Porter, Lonnie Smith

Lyric:
I'll shit on you, da, da, da, da
I'll shit on you, da, da, da, da
I'll shit on you, da, da, da, da
I'll shit on you, da, da, da, da

I'll shit on you, I will shit
I'll shit on you, girl, you know
I'll shit on you, bitch or man
I'll shit on you, I will shit

I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin' bombs to the back of record companies
Blow 'em up if they ain't want me
The national guard, they scared to hunt me

I love beef, I got you hoes duckin' me
A drug thief, bitch, I'll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep yo ass away from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred-degree saunas

You can act a fool if you wanna
(Bitch)
It's this lyrical piranha, strapped with a grenade
In the pool with your mama

Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you muthafuckas got a problem
When I see 'em, you hoes endin' up in a fuckin' mausoleum

Or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold BMW
Pull in the garage while you screamin'
Keep the motor on, then I'm leavin'
I'll shit on you

I will shit on you, I don't care who you are
I'll shit on you, I don't give a fuck about you or your car
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry
And fuck your watch, fuck your wife
Fuck your kids, fuck your family, I'll shit on you

I'm a alcoholic with the fuckin' toilet
Pass the hot dogs, bitch, shut your fuckin' mouth
(Bizarre, aren't you Islamic?)
I'ma keep eatin' till Richard Simmons comes to my house
With a chain saw to cut me out

I'll fuck your wife, I had sex since I met her
I'm to busy fuckin', your 12 year old baby sitter
And all women ain't shit, only good for cookin'
Cleanin', and suckin' dick and that's it

I was responsible for killin' John Candy
I got Jonbenet Ramsey in my 98 Camry
I don't give a fuck who you are, I'll shit on anybody
Truly yours the idiotic Bizarre

My adolescent years weren't shit to what I do now
I never grew up I was born grown and grew down
The older I get, the dumber the shit I get in
The more ignorant the incident is I fit in

Ignorin' the shit, how boring it gets
When there's no one to hit
I don't know when to quit throwin' a fit
I know I'm a bit flaky but they make me

It's they who raised me and say the can take me
It's they who's legs I brake and make achy
It's they who mistake me and make me so angry
I'll shit on you, I'll spit on you
Start pissin' then do the opposite on you

You weren't listenin', I said, I'll cop a squat on you and
Start spillin' my guts like chicken cordon bleu
And straight shit like notorious big did to that bitch
On his skit on his last album, pull my pants down

I will shit on you, I don't care who you are
I'll shit on you, I don't give a fuck about you or your car
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry
And fuck your watch, fuck your wife
Fuck your kids, fuck your family, I'll shit on you

Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not I'm sicker than he was prior to him dyin'
Born brainless, this steel ain't stainless
Your bloodstains are all over this steel god dang it

Bitch, brang it, these niggas that I hang wit
Will hang you up naked by your ankles danglin'
My needa stays stranglin', I don't need your help
If you gon' give me the pussy, I'll unloosen my belt

I'll punch your daddy not, your moms kinda cock
Your sister tends court, your aunt supply her rocks
Buck 50 cross yo neck, floss yo tek
I'll beat you wit it across yo chest

It's only right I jack your car keys and run
Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns
For fun, when I'm drunk, I'll run a truck through the weed house
Jump out and beat your peeps down worst than Steve Stout

Put you in choke holds, I learned last week
From the police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep
I see hoes bitin', y'all don't wanna brawl
Thats like D-bo fightin' Peablo Bryson

So, what you hollering and yelling about
I'll reach in your mouth and pull your fuckin' skeleton out
Niggas get hit wit a two piece, bling, bling
With a poisonous sting, I'm such a violent thing

I will shit on you, I don't care who you are
I'll shit on you, I don't give a fuck about you or your car
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry
And fuck your watch, fuck your wife
Fuck your kids, fuck your family, I'll shit on you

Once I get on 2 hits of X
My disk slips and disconnects
Till I walk around this bitch with a twisted neck
But still shit on the first bitch who disrespects

Over reaction is my only reaction
Which only sets off a chain reaction
And puts 5 more zainiac than maniacs in action

A rat pack in black jackets, who pack 10, 9 millimetres
5 criminals pullin' heaters and spillin' liters of blood like swimmin' pools
Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too
A lotta people say misoginistic which is true

I don't deny it, matter of fact, I stand by it
So, please stand by it and start up a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child, I'll shit on you

I will shit on you, I don't care who you are
I'll shit on you, I don't give a fuck about you or your car
I'll shit on you, fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
I'll shit on you, I will fuck you wife if you fuck with me, I'll shit on you
You heard me, bitch, I'll shit on you, D-12 will shit on you, I'll shit on you

Your life, your wife, your kids, your car
I'll shit on you, your house, your spouse
Your rings, your things
I'll shit on you, I'll shit on you
I'll shit on you, I'll shit on you

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Bad Medicine - Lyrics - This Left Feels Right: Greatest Hits With A Twist - Bon Jovi

Title: Bad Medicine
Album: This Left Feels Right: Greatest Hits With A Twist
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): Ritchie Sambora, John Bongiovi, Desmond Child

Lyric:
Your love is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Shake it up just like bad medicine
There ain't no doctor that can cure my disease
Bad medicine

I ain't got a fever got a permanent disease
And it'll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy
And I got lots of money but it isn't what I need
Gonna take more than a shot to get this poison outta me
And I got all the symptoms, count 'em 1, 2, 3

First you need
(That's what you get for falling in love)
Then you bleed
(You get a little and it's never enough)
On your knees
(That's what you get for falling in love)
And now this boy's addicted 'cause your kiss is the drug

Your love is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Shake it up just like bad medicine
There ain't no doctor that can cure my disease
Bad, bad medicine

I don't need no needle to be giving me a thrill
And I don't need no anesthesia or a nurse to bring a pill
I got a dirty down addiction that doesn't leave a track
I got a jolt for your affection like a monkey on my back
There ain't no paramedic gonna save this heart attack

When you need
(That's what you get for falling in love)
Then you bleed
(You get a little and it's never enough)
On your knees
(That's what you get for falling in love)
Now this boy's addicted 'cause your kiss is the drug

Your love is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Shake it up just like bad medicine
So lets play doctor baby, cure my disease
Bad, bad medicine, is what I want
Bad, bad medicine, it's what I need

I need a respirator 'cause I'm running out of breath
You're an all night generator wrapped in stockings and a dress
When you find your medicine you take what you can get
'Cause if there's something better baby, well, they haven't found it yet

Your love is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Shake it up just like bad medicine
There ain't no doctor that can cure my disease

Your love is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Shake it up just like bad medicine
Your love's the potion that can cure my disease
Bad, bad medicine, is what I want
Bad, bad medicine

I gotta go, I gotta, I gotta go, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta
I gotta do it again, wait a minute, wait a minute
Hold on, I'm not done
One more time, with feeling, come on
Alright, help me out now

Your love is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Shake it up just like bad medicine
Your love's got the potion that can cure my disease
Your love, bad medicine
Your kiss is what I need
Your love, bad medicine

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Love You To Death - Lyrics - Ram It Down - Judas Priest

Title: Love You To Death
Album: Ram It Down
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Robert Halford, Glenn Tipton, Kenneth Downing

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Lyric:
You get me up then we both get down
We roll all night making heavy sounds
I'm all tied up on your bed
I'd rather be inside your head

Don't do this do it like that, oh yeah
You've hit the spot give it all you got
I don't care

I'll teach you a lesson that you won't forget
Why don't you save your breath
'Cause I'm gonna love you to death

I'm coming to the point I can't hold back
But you ease off with your attack
You're the best I've had if you please
You never stop you great big tease

Don't do this do it like that, oh yeah
You've hit the spot give it all you got
I don't care

I'll teach you a lesson that you won't forget
Why don't you save your breath?
'Cause I'm gonna love you to death
Love you to death
Yes, I'm gonna love you to death
Love you to death

You can take me places I thought I'd never go
And when you turn your love on me
Oh baby, you're the star of the show

You can take me places I thought I'd never go
And when you turn your love on me
Oh baby, you're the star of the show

I'll teach you a lesson that you won't forget
Why don't you save your breath?
I'm gonna love you to death

Love you to death
Yes, I'm gonna love you to death
Oh, love you to death
Oh baby, gonna love you to death
Yes, I'm gonna love you to death
Oh, I'm gonna love you to death
Oh, I'm gonna love you to death

Hit me baby, hit me baby
Do it all now, do it all now
Yeah, do it, do it, do it
Oh oh oh yeah

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Hit Em Up - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Hit Em Up
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Dennis Lambert, Franne Golde, Duane S Hitchings, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Well, come on, come on, take money
Come on, come on, take money
Come on, come on, wassup nigga?

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
West side when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa but, I fucked your wife
We bust on bad boys, niggas fuck for life

Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip
Biggie smalls and junior mafia, some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming while we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools

You know the rules, Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up, see yah in pieces, now be deceased
Little Kim, don't fuck with real ass G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace

I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the west side ride the night
Bad boys murdered on wax and kill
Fuck with me and get your caps peeled
You know what you see

Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

[Incomprehensible]

Get out the way yo, get out the way, yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pacs the mac and let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting up traps

Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank, your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause, I'ma slam your ass in a pang

Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block, I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking junior mafia in front of yah nigga
With the ready power tucked in my guess
Under my EddieBower, tour clout petty sour
I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up

[Incomprehensible]
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open, tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping smoking dope

It's like a Shermine, niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn muthafucka you deserve to die
Talking about you getting money, but it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy, while you fucking with me

I'm a self made millionaire thug, livin' out of prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house

Now, it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now, I'm back to set the record straight with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate, muthafucka, I'll hit 'em up

I'm from New Jers, where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come, we bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio, Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees copin' pleas with these

Little Kim is yah, choked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck? Is you stupid? Take money
Crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block

With fifteen shot, cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East Coast props, brainstormed and locked

You'se a B writer, Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the alazhay with a chaser
'Bout to get murdered for the paper
E D I, I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke
Toting smoke, we ain't no muthafuckin' joke

Thug life, niggas better be known, be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking, no need for hoping
It's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
As soon as the funk is bopping off, nigga, I hit 'em up

[Incomprehensible]
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

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Hit Em Up Part 2 - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Hit Em Up Part 2
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Dennis Lambert, Franne Golde, Duane S Hitchings, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Well, come on, come on, take money
Come on, come on, take money
Come on, come on, wassup nigga?

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
West side when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa but, I fucked your wife
We bust on bad boys, niggas fuck for life

Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip
Biggie smalls and junior mafia, some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming while we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools

You know the rules, Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up, see yah in pieces, now be deceased
Little Kim, don't fuck with real ass G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace

I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the west side ride the night
Bad boys murdered on wax and kill
Fuck with me and get your caps peeled
You know what you see

Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

[Incomprehensible]

Get out the way yo, get out the way, yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pacs the mac and let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting up traps

Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank, your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause, I'ma slam your ass in a pang

Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block, I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking junior mafia in front of yah nigga
With the ready power tucked in my guess
Under my EddieBower, tour clout petty sour
I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up

[Incomprehensible]
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open, tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping smoking dope

It's like a Shermine, niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn muthafucka you deserve to die
Talking about you getting money, but it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy, while you fucking with me

I'm a self made millionaire thug, livin' out of prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house

Now, it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now, I'm back to set the record straight with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate, muthafucka, I'll hit 'em up

I'm from New Jers, where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come, we bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio, Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees copin' pleas with these

Little Kim is yah, choked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck? Is you stupid? Take money
Crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block

With fifteen shot, cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East Coast props, brainstormed and locked

You'se a B writer, Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the alazhay with a chaser
'Bout to get murdered for the paper
E D I, I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke
Toting smoke, we ain't no muthafuckin' joke

Thug life, niggas better be known, be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking, no need for hoping
It's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
As soon as the funk is bopping off, nigga, I hit 'em up

[Incomprehensible]
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

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Hit 'Em Up - Outlawz - Lyrics - 2Pac- Greatest Hits - 2pac

Title: Hit 'Em Up - Outlawz
Album: 2Pac- Greatest Hits
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Dennis Lambert, Franne Golde, Duane S Hitchings, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Well, come on, come on, take money
Come on, come on, take money
Come on, come on, wassup nigga?

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
West side when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa but, I fucked your wife
We bust on bad boys, niggas fuck for life

Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip
Biggie smalls and junior mafia, some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming while we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools

You know the rules, Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up, see yah in pieces, now be deceased
Little Kim, don't fuck with real ass G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace

I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the west side ride the night
Bad boys murdered on wax and kill
Fuck with me and get your caps peeled
You know what you see

Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

[Incomprehensible]

Get out the way yo, get out the way, yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pacs the mac and let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting up traps

Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank, your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause, I'ma slam your ass in a pang

Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block, I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking junior mafia in front of yah nigga
With the ready power tucked in my guess
Under my EddieBower, tour clout petty sour
I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up

[Incomprehensible]
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open, tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping smoking dope

It's like a Shermine, niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn muthafucka you deserve to die
Talking about you getting money, but it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy, while you fucking with me

I'm a self made millionaire thug, livin' out of prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house

Now, it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now, I'm back to set the record straight with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate, muthafucka, I'll hit 'em up

I'm from New Jers, where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come, we bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio, Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees copin' pleas with these

Little Kim is yah, choked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck? Is you stupid? Take money
Crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block

With fifteen shot, cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East Coast props, brainstormed and locked

You'se a B writer, Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the alazhay with a chaser
'Bout to get murdered for the paper
E D I, I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke
Toting smoke, we ain't no muthafuckin' joke

Thug life, niggas better be known, be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking, no need for hoping
It's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
As soon as the funk is bopping off, nigga, I hit 'em up

[Incomprehensible]
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

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Military Minds - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Military Minds
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Darryl Harper, Tekomin Williams, Kenyatta Blake, Tupac Shakur, Darrell Yates

Lyric:
Stand in formation
My motherfuckin' real troopers
Let's do it like soldiers, all in together now
Ready? Hell, yeah

No retreat, no surrender
Death before dishonor, motherfucker
Do it to them, come on
Never got thuggish

Uhh, yes, yes, yes
Say what? West side, East side ride
Where you at, where you at?
Where my real thugs?

Where you at, where you at?
Where my real thugs?
Where you at, where you at?
Where my real thugs?

Where you at?
The cases of a drug dealer
Real thugs, where you at?

Yo a motherfuckin' army
Do it to 'em, do it to 'em
They love the way we do it to 'em
We do it to 'em, [Incomprehensible]

Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme
Introduce a drug called 'Crack' to us ghetto teens
Got a law for raw niggas, now playa, what it be like?
When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with 3 strikes

Can't seem to focus, hopeless with violent thoughts, I wrote this
Got these devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus pocus
An' so I learned to earn my currency an' over time
Affiliated, clearly click a military mind

May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox
Thugged out an' drug dealin' from the womb to the block
My live mind got me survivin' 5 shots
My 45 got me fortified with live rounds

When shit stick, we plot hits, when our block spits
All hail, out on bail, wrath of 2Pacalypse
Forever ghetto, necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw thug niggas never left the boot camp

I'm a nigga for assignment, one of the squads finest
Skilled in gorilla warfare an' blessed with refinement
My rap shit contains sections of bomb sessions
Says I'm responsible for black Smith & Wessons

Puttin' up on [Incomprehensible] in the military state of mind
Dangerous like chronic an' yard when combined
Cocoa, Brovas, pan the borderline
That's the sound an' your dead [Incomprehensible]

Man to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan
Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance
Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin
Mask my ninja style, surround me ready to attack

I react swiftly, what Father taught me sticks with me
Never forget the methods, stick an' move strictly
Shit be seemin' like it's closin' in, with no regrets I hold position
'Cause I circles, I'm one of the chosen men

Picture bein' put in position to move an' you can't move
'Cause your move is blocked by the knight at 12 o'clock
That's when the madness begins, so I start to focusin'
My thoughts on the war, 'cause the rule is the law

An' the law that we live by is to stay true to self
In this case, beady eye, why try? Everybody lie
About the block, true soldier mentality
This is how we rock an' move

Stick an' move, time to show what kinda nigga
Move or get moved on, let's see who's strong

In the days of the strange, where nothin' stays the same
With new faces come through with similar game
An' who you thought them, really ain't they
Catchin' deja vus of the game people play

It's a call for re-adjustment, fine tune your positions
You slippin' an' trippin' instead of bobbin' an' dippin'
Will never let this world of stress get the best of me
Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai Chi

What does it change to get a break in the world of snakes
An' those who fake, elimination, I'm facin'
Destruction, outlaw till I duck down
From po' po's bustin', no one to trust in

Rushin' to the goal line, catch a nigga
Beat him, treat him like he stole mine
No swine, I'm a soldier, told ya I control mine
Time to take you back into time, follow this here

One way out this black hole for this black soul
Shit is outta control, I'm fightin'
For my position to be a fetus in this world
I am enterin' an' my face is sentencin' for repentance

Before my body was fully formed into a human
I was already consumin' weed
'Cause my mom's use to smoke back in the '70s
Maybe that's why in the '90s I drop Gs when I drop degrees

When I ease across the block with Pac an' got all you niggas shot
You didn't think Boot Camp click would link
With the outlaw minded, if you do you press rewind
An' you can peep gorilla tactics in every line

Yeah, an' this is how we do it
Where my real thugs? Where they at?
Let me see my real thugs, now where you at?
Won't you see my real thugs, where you at?

Let me see my real thugs, where you at?
Now, where my real thugs, let me see where you at?
Tell me where my real thugs, gots to see where you at?
Where's my soldiers, where you at?

Where's my real soldiers, where you at?
Where my soldiers at, where you at?
Where you at? Get your strap, my nigga
Where you at? Where you at?

Where my soldiers at, where you at?
Where you at? Hit your thug niggas
Where you at? With your strap
Where my soldiers at? With my true thug niggas

No longer drug dealers, 'cause we now thug niggas
Where my soldiers at?
No longer drug dealers, 'cause we now thug niggas
Let me, where my, where my soldiers at?

Put your pistols in the air, where my soldiers at?
Put your guns up, tell me where my soldiers at?
Put your pistols in the air, where my soldiers?
My true thug rollers, yes, it just doesn't quit

Yes, this is that real hip hop shit
Yes, fuck what you heard
From the ghetto to the 'burbs
Know we meant every word

Where my soldiers, where my soldiers at?
Where my soldiers, where my soldiers at?
Put your hand on your pistol, point your pistols in the air
Where my soldiers at, where my soldiers at?

Where my soldiers, where my soldiers at?
Where my soldiers, where my soldiers at?
When Bob Dole an' Deloris Tucker wanna know
Where my soldiers at? Code Fo'

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Romeo And Juliet - Lyrics - Edwin Mccain

Title: Romeo And Juliet
Artist: Edwin Mccain
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler

Lyric:
See love struck Romeo hit the street on a serenade
And he?s laying everybody low with a love song that he made
He finds a streetlight, steps out of the shade
Says something like, "You and me, baby, how about it??

Juliet?s gonna say, "Hey it's, Romeo
You nearly gimme a heart attack"
He's underneath my window, she's singing
"Hey la my boyfriend's back"
You shouldn't come around here singing up to people like that
Well, anyway what you gonna do about it?

Juliet, when we made love you used to cry
You said you love me like the stars above
You?d love me till you died
Well, there's a place for us and you know the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong?

We both came up on different streets
They both were streets of shame
Both dirty both mean and the dream was just the same
And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real
How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?

Oh no, you can fall for chains of silver
You can fall for chains of gold
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold
You promised me everything you know
You promised me thick and thin
Now you say, "Oh Romeo, yeah, I used to have a scene with him?

Oh Juliet, when we made love you used to cry
Used to swear like the stars above
Well, you?d love me till the day that we died
Well, there's a place for us, you know the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong?

I can't do the talk like they talk on TV
And I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be
I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you
Juliet, all I can do is be in love with you

And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be
All I do is keep the beat in this rock ?n roll company
All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme
Juliet, I'd do the stars with you any time

Oh Juliet, when we made love you used to cry
Used to swear like the stars above
Well, you?d love me till the day that we died
There's a place for us, you know the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong?

See a love struck Romeo hit the street on a serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made
Finds a streetlight steps out of the shade
Says something like, "You and me, baby, how about it?
You and me, baby, now how about it?
You and me, baby, now how about it??

Well, Juliet, the dice were loaded from the start
And I bet and you exploded through my heart
Well, there's a place for us, you know the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong?

Yeah, now Juliet, the time was wrong
Oh, I know the time was wrong, yeah
The time was wrong, yeah
And I know the time was wrong, yeah

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Just Like That - Lyrics - Music Is My Savior - Mims

Title: Just Like That
Album: Music Is My Savior
Artist: Mims
Composer(s): Shawn Mims, Brendan Yearwood

Lyric:
Yeah, I'm back, b***, okay, check us out

Just like Easy, n*** I'm roofless
Catch me with your breezy, pushin' that new whip
Drop top new six, white on white new kicks
I'm just pimping across the world like Ludacris

But n*** in the hood sayin' Mims done sold out
See me in the club and they pullin' that gold out
But they don't know I'm with the same n*** I came with
Same n*** from the hood, n*** I bang with

S*** ain't changed different toilet it's the same s***
Ain't no half steppin' on some Big Daddy game s***
I walk like a hustler, pimpin' hustlers language
We don't know each others language 'coz your hustle is ancient

Your way to old n***, I flow like H2O n***
Know every place you go n***, I knows you
Puppet on the string that's right n*** I own you
Bring the hook in now, something for me to zoom thru

Just like that
Her n*** blow up and too good
Not a hood don't wantchu back n***
Just like that

They see you on the cover of that Fortune Five
And catch an heart attack, yeah
Just like that
Just like that

You can't go back now
Just like that
Just like that
You can't go back now

I lookin' for that sunshine but I ain't lil' flipper
Yeah, I'm a star but I' am not the lil' dipper
Always been dappin ever since a lil' n***
So b*** love my swag used to call me L'l Gigger

And Corie said, "Man you need to bring it to the streets"
So now I'm just chillin' in the belly of the beast
Waitin' for my release date, a n*** hungry as hell
But I'll be damn you catch me walkin' for some cheesecake

I'll be in each state, new b*** on my arm
Blue twenty on the chain and there were six on the charm
I'm a don m*** kissed a ring when you see me
See I do what I do like I do it for the TV

I'm too hot, so now all eye's on me like 2Pac
On my left got two glocks
This rap s*** didn't make me crazy
If it ain't about the money n*** f*** you, pay me

Just like that
Her n*** blow up and too good
Not a hood, don't wantchu back n***
Just like that

They see on the cover of that Fortune Five
And catch an heart attack, yeah
Just like that
Just like that

You can't go back now
Just like that
(I'm gonna have fun with the last verse though)
Just like that
You can't go back now
(Check this out)

You was never in my class, you's a b***
Thought you was this s*** but now your class dismissed
The story ain't well enough, your lies keep buildin' up
You b*** made homie, so for you I keep a switchblade on me

'Coz I don't need a gun for your a***
I give your a*** a head start before I run for your a***
Fat boy, I'm watchin' you put on that act boy
I thought you was my man, you gonna do me like that boy

But you know what they say and I'm callin' it out
When the pressure cook up the true colors come out
That's the lean in your a*** and a d*** in your mouth
Sittin' back and got the industry trickin' you out

You's a bitch n***, sell your soul to get rich n***
So I guess it's time expose ya whole s*** n***
Yours truly Mims, the last soldier
The lesson for today is done, class over

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Baby Girl I'M A Blur - Lyrics - Say Anything

Title: Baby Girl I'M A Blur
Artist: Say Anything
Composer(s): Max Bemis

Lyric:
Baby girl, I'm a blur
I spoiled, stunted, sickened her
God and death are none of my concern
I'm no philosopher

Deep in your heart, stitched the key
And only one can set me free
From the beast where I dwell
And let the saints all burn in hell

So take what you want from me
Hey, yeah
And take all I've got from me
Hey, yeah

You're with me all the time
The drugs can have my mind, love
You own the rest you'll find
And you're with me all the time

On the roof, burning black
The city smoked from the attack
But on the roof, we love the beast to death
The sweat and whiskey breath

So take what you want from me
Hey, yeah
And take all I've got from me
Hey, yeah

You're with me all the time
The drugs can have my mind, love
You own the rest you'll find
And you're with me all the time

We fall right down, we get back up again
That?s how we be, you and me
I would not crowd, I would not smother you
I'd let you breathe over me
Hey, hey, hey, hey

We're on a sinking ship, we're escaping it
We're on a sinking ship, we're escaping it
We're on a sinking ship, we're escaping it
We're on a sinking ship, we're escaping it

You're with me all the time
You're with me all the time
With me all the time
You're with me all the time

No matter where I go, you?re on my mind
I'll always stumble home and pray I'll find
So with your flamethrower eyes and jilted smile
So you can soothe my wounds and drain my bile

No matter where I go, you?re on my mind
I'll always stumble home and pray I'll find
So with your flamethrower eyes and jilted smile
So you can soothe my wounds and drain my bile

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