Back On Earth - Lyrics - Mark Wills

Title: Back On Earth
Artist: Mark Wills
Composer(s): Skip Ewing, Donny Kees

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Lyric:
Well, I hit the charts and I took a trip
On this silver eagle rocket ship
Hey, now look at me, I'm hanging with the stars
And I've tried my hardest not to change

But everyone around keeps acting strange
People look at me like I'm a man from Mars
That's what I told her through the sound check noise in Kansas
And the satellite relayed me this reply

Back on earth
There's a woman who's wishing
An ordinary man was sitting in the kitchen
Drinking her coffee after loving her all night long

Back on earth
There's a brown-eyed baby
Who's old enough now to tell me all the ways
She's needing her daddy

And wondering when he's coming home
Now I'm out in space here wondering if it's worth
Everything I'm missing
Back on earth

But I played the show and the crowd went wild
I shared my heart and the good Lord smiled
And I thanked them all for being kind to me
In the morning, there's another town

With a hotel room where we touch down
Where I'll face the situation's gravity
As I navigate the milky way, I contemplate the dues I pay
Could there be another way, God, I love to sing and play

Back on earth
There's a woman who's wishing
An ordinary man was sitting in the kitchen
Drinking her coffee after loving her all night long

And back on earth
There's a brown-eyed baby
Who's old enough now to tell me all the ways
She's needing her daddy

And wondering when he's coming home
And I'm out in space here wondering if it's worth
Everything I'm missing
Back on earth

Yeah, I'm up in space here wondering if it's worth
Everything I'm missing
Back on earth

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Back To The Earth - Lyrics - Rusted Root

Title: Back To The Earth
Artist: Rusted Root
Composer(s): Mike Glabicki, John Buynak, Jim Di Spirito, Liz Berlin, Jenn Wertz, Jim Donovan, Patrick Norman

Lyric:
Back to the earth I scream it and no one listen to me
Back to the earth I live they all follow

Come on, come on, see my world, my world
Come on, come on, see my world, my world, hey yeah

Well I'm coming down now to write my way
Come on, come on, see my world, won't you fly high
Come on, come on, see my world, my world
Come on, come on, see my world, my world, hey yeah

Write my way, write my way, my way
Write my way, write my way, my way, hey yeah
Write my way, write my way, my way
Write my way, write my way, my way, hey yeah

Back to the earth, I feel it
Back to the earth, I'm fallin'
Back to the earth, I feel it
Back to the earth, I'm fallin'

Many divisions of you
Many divisions of me
Many divisions of you
Many divisions of me, hey yeah

Many divisions of you
Many divisions of me
Many divisions of you
Many divisions of me, hey yeah
We are so young

Hey yo', mama free my soul
Hey yo', hey mama
Hey yo', mama free my soul
Hey yo', hey mama

Hey yo', mama free my soul
Hey yo', hey mama
Hey yo', mama free my soul
Hey yo', hey mama

Hey yo', hey mama
Hey yo', mama free my soul
Hey yo', hey mama
Hey yo', mama free my soul

Hey yo', [Incomprehensible]
Hey yo', mama free my soul
Hey yo', [Incomprehensible]
Hey yo', mama free my soul

Back to the earth, I feel it, yeah
Back to the earth, I'm fallin'
Back to the earth, I feel it
Back to the earth, I'm fallin'
Back to the earth, yeah

Many divisions of you
Many divisions of me
Many divisions of you
Many divisions of me, hey yeah
We are so young

Hey yo', mama free my soul
Hey yo', hey mama
Hey yo', mama free my soul
Hey yo', hey mama

Hey yo', mama free my soul
Hey yo', hey mama
Hey yo', mama free my soul
Hey yo', hey mama

Hey yo', hey mama
Hey yo', mama free my soul
Hey yo', hey mama
Hey yo', mama free my soul

Hey yo', [Incomprehensible]
Hey yo', mama free my soul
Hey yo', [Incomprehensible]
Hey yo', mama free my soul

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Never Turn Your Back On Mother Earth - Lyrics - Martin L. Gore

Title: Never Turn Your Back On Mother Earth
Artist: Martin L. Gore
Composer(s): Ronald D Mael

Lyric:
When she's on her best behavior
Don't be tempted by her favors
Never turn your back on mother earth

Towns are hurled from A to B
By hands that looked so smooth to me
Never turn your back on mother earth

Grasp at straws that don't want grasping
Gaze at clouds that come down crushing
Never turn your back on mother earth

Three days, two nights away from my friends
Amen to anything that brings quick return
To my friends, to my friends

I'll admit I was unfaithful
From now on I'll be more faithful

Never turn your back on mother
(Never turn your back)
Never turn your back on mother
(Never turn your back)
Never turn your back on mother earth
(Never turn your back)

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Anything You Need But Me - Lyrics - Nanci Griffith

Title: Anything You Need But Me
Artist: Nanci Griffith
Composer(s): Nanci Griffith

Lyric:
Let me say this one more time
Just in case you didn't hear it right
Put it in my own words
So I know it's understood
You sent me out on a limb
You brought me home sent me back again
Out on that limb one too many times
Should've known I'd learn to fly

You can have anything on earth you need
Anything that breathes, you can surely steal it's wings
You can have everything on earth you see
Anything on earth you need but me
You can have anything you need but me now
Anything on earth you need but me

Well I'm shattered as the broken glass
Around the wreck out on the tracks
You had the very heart of me
In your hands with honesty
You rolled it up within your sleeve like a beacon
Then you left it out in the cold and the rain
I've picked it up and brought it home again

You can have anything on earth you need
Anything that breathes, you can surely steal it's wings
You can have everything on earth you see
Anything on earth you need but me
You can have anything you need but me now
Anything on earth you need but me

Well it's time to move the lights are green
After all it's love we need
And if it doesn't dance, breathe
Then it doesn't grow it seems
My headlights catch you with my love upon your sleeve
You're standin' still in the middle of this road
It's time to pass you by and go

You can have anything on earth you need
Anything that breathes, you can surely steal it's wings
You can have everything on earth you see
Anything on earth you need but me
You can have anything you need but me now
Anything on earth you need but me
You can have anything you need but me now
Anything on earth you need but me
Anything on earth you need but me

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Last Night On Earth (Single Version) - Lyrics - U2

Title: Last Night On Earth (Single Version)
Artist: U2
Composer(s): Paul Hewson, Dave Evans, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen

Lyric:
What the fear calls down
Stops the car
Says it feels like freedom
She?s back on the street
But it swings so far away

She feels the ground is giving way
But she thinks we're better off that way
The more you take the less you feel
The less you know the more you believe
The more you have, the more it takes today

You got to give it away
(You got to give it away)
You got to give it away
(You got to give it away)
You got to give it away
(You got to give it away)
Well, she don't care what it's worth
She's living like it's the last night on earth
The last night on earth

She's not waiting on a savior to come
Her eyes are closing
She's at the bus stop with
The News Of The World and the Sun
Sun, here it comes
She's not waiting for anyone

You got to give it away
(You got to give it away)
You got to give it away
(You got to give it away)
You got to give it away
(You got to give it away)
Well, she don?t care what it?s worth
She's living like it's the last night on earth
The last night on earth

Clock tells her that time is slipping
(Slipping away)
Tear drop sunshine
(Slip slide)
Two sides to one feels missing
(Too heavy)
Something she might be missing
(Slipping away)
World turns and we get dizzy
(The world turns)
Spinning for you
(And we get dizzy)
The way it's spinning for me
(Slipping away)

She's living, living next week now
You know she's going to pay it back somehow
She hasn't been to bed in a week
She?ll be dead soon, then she?ll sleep

You got to give it away
(You got to give it away)
You got to give it away
(You got to give it away)
You got to give it away
She already knows it hurts
She's living like it's the last night on earth
The last night on earth
Last night on earth
Last night
Last night

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Heaven On Earth - Lyrics - Blackout - Britney Spears

Title: Heaven On Earth
Album: Blackout
Artist: Britney Spears
Composer(s): Michael Mcgroarty, Nick Huntington, Nicole Morier

Lyric:
Your touch, your taste, your breath
Your face, your hands, your head, you're sweet
Your love, your teeth, your tongue, your eye, you're mine
Your lips, you'll find, you're heaven on earth

I've waited all my life for you
My favorite kiss, your perfect skin
Your perfect smile

Waking up and lying next to me
Wrap me up in your arms and back to sleep

The first dream I've never seen the color of your eyes
(Lay my head on your chest and drift away)
You think of me from far away we'll look and you stop time

The first dream I've never seen the color of your eyes
(Dream of you and you're almost happy)
You think of me from far away we'll look and you stop

Fell in love with you and everything that you are
Nothing I can do, I'm really crazy about you
When you're next to me, it's just like heaven on earth
(You're heaven, you're heaven, you're heaven on earth)

Tell me that I'll always be the one that you want
Don't know what I'd do if I ever lose you
Look at you and what I see is heaven on earth
I'm in love with you

Your breath, your face, your hands, your head
You're sweet, your love, your tongue
I'd move across the world for you
Just tell me when, just tell me where, I'll come to you

Take me back to that place and time
If I've chosen you I'll get by tonight

The first dream I've never seen the color of your eyes
(Far away but I feel you here with me)
You think of me from far away we'll look and you stop time

The first dream I've never seen the color of your eyes
(Dream of you and you're almost next to me)
You think at me from far away we'll look and you stop

Fell in love with you and everything that you are
Nothing I can do, I'm really crazy about you
When you're next to me, it's just like heaven on earth
(You're heaven, you're heaven, you're heaven on earth)

Tell me that I'll always be the one that you want
Don't know what I'd do if I ever lose you
Look at you and what I see is heaven on earth
I'm in love with you, in love with you

Fall off the edge of my mind
(I'd fall off the edge of my mind)
I'd fall off the edge of my mind for you

I'd fall of the edge of my mind
(First time I've never seen the color of your eyes)
I'd fall of the edge of my mind
(Think of me from far away)

Fell in love with you and everything that you are
Nothing I can do, I'm really crazy about you
When you're next to me it's just like heaven on earth
(So in love, you're heaven, you're heaven, you're heaven on earth)

Tell me that I'll always be the one that you want
Don't know what I'd do if I ever lose you
Look at you and what I see is heaven on earth
I'm in love with you

So in love, said I'm so in love
Said I'm so in love with you

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Heaven'S In New York - Lyrics - Carnival II: Memoirs of an Immigrant - Wyclef Jean

Title: Heaven'S In New York
Album: Carnival II: Memoirs of an Immigrant
Artist: Wyclef Jean
Composer(s): Jean Nel Wyclef, Jerry Duplessis

Lyric:
If it was my last day on earth, treat it like my first
Go out the way I came in
So innocent, so pure, with no thoughts of insecurity
Live life to the fullest, be what I wanna be

Last day on earth I tell my momma, don?t cry
I'll see my daddy in paradise
Where the blind can see, the mute can talk
The crippled can walk but for now Heaven's in New York

Heaven's in New York
I need a ticket to New York

First thing I'd do is go back in time
Take the Twin Towers, put it back in the skyline
Tell my girl, two wrongs still don?t make a right
Make love for the last time under the candlelight

Pick up my homies at the gentleman club
After that hit the pub, reminisce on the high school days
Man, I sucked as a quarterback remember getting sacked
Man, I almost broke my back

If it was my last day on earth, treat it like my first
Go out the way I came in
So innocent, so pure, with no thoughts of insecurity
Live life to the fullest, be what I wanna be

Last day on earth I tell my girl, don't cry
I'm with my daddy in paradise
Where the blind can see, the mute can talk
The crippled can walk but for now Heaven's in New York

Heaven's in New York
I need a ticket to New York
Heaven's in New York
Heaven's in New York

I'd tell the man, give the people a tax break
Kids, stop shootin?, I can't sing it no more ways
I can't take the money with me so I caught a movie
Favorite actress, Angelina Jolie

Favorite singer got to be Marley
Turn up the bass and move to the styling
I can't go without reading my daughter a bedtime story
The heavens is calling

If it was my last day on earth, treat it like my first
Go out the way I came in
So innocent, so pure, with no thoughts of insecurity
Live life to the fullest, be what I wanna be

Last day on earth I'd tell my homies, don't cry
I'm with my daddy in paradise
Where the blind can see, the mute can talk
The crippled can walk but for now Heaven's in New York

Heaven's in New York
I need a ticket to New York

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I feel no fear for you are with me, yeah
So tell my loved ones, please don't cry
?Cause if doves can fly so can I

If it was my last day on earth, treat it like my first
Go out the way I came in
So innocent, so pure, with no thoughts of insecurity
Live life to the fullest, be what I wanna be

Last day on earth I'd tell my homies don't frown
I'm with my daddy in paradise
Where the blind can see, the mute can talk
The crippled can walk but for now Heaven's in New York

Heaven?s in New York
I need a ticket to New York
Heaven?s in New York
Heaven?s in New York

Yeah, this one goes out to all my refugees
That leave the land where they from
And come to the land of the free
But don?t forget once you get that dream
Take it back to your country and give ?em a piece of that inspiration

I need a ticket to New York

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The Inc Is Back - Lyrics - Blood In My Eye - Ja Rule

Title: The Inc Is Back
Album: Blood In My Eye
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): David Styles, I Lorenzo, Jason T Phillips, Kyle Lamar Robinson, Sean D Jacobs, Jeffrey B Atkins, Sekou Branch, Kasseem Dean, Ramel Gill

Lyric:
Geah, Lou turn it up a little bit, nigga
Rowdy, I see you, nigga, Queens
Yo this Shadow in this motherfucker, holla
Representin' Hoodstock, Hussein

The Stock Family nigga
And it's a motherfuckin' takeover, geah, Ferrari Black
We invested in the hood nigga in a lot of different ways
Geah, come on but right now, nigga

The bricks is back, the bricks is back
The bricks is back, the bricks is back
Big 'Dow ain't the toughest, so I'll tell you right now
When it's on it's nothin' Shadow gettin' to bustin'

The bricks is back, the bricks is back
The bricks is back, the bricks is back
Big 'Dow ain't the toughest, so I'll tell you right now
When it's on it's nothin' Shadow gettin' to bustin'

Let me tell you who I be and who I am
Shadow Stock, ready rock, that's what I'm sellin'
And E pills, four hundred for fifty get you a refill
Twenty-three a gram, nigga, let's do the deal

Representin' the Stock Family, I don't really care
How big you get pussy, you can't handle me
Won't say I'm the toughest, so I'll tell you right now
When it's on, it's nothin', Shadow gettin' to bustin'

Every class at school nigga was special ed
Teacher got bored a nigga so we was all red
Twenty four with no diploma I don't really care
These cowards don't got it crackin' and I'm out there

Lou, he got the brown Ferrari but I got the green
Smells caught in between, nigga doin' his thing
What I'm sayin' it's a hustler's pain
Bein' rich by myself, it's a treacherous dream, damn

Queens is back, Queens is back
Nigga, Queens is back, Queens is back
Man Sekou ain't the toughest, I'll tell ya right now
When it's on it's nothin', 720 get to bustin'

Queens is back, Queens is back
Nigga, Queens is back, Queens is back
Man, and Sekou ain't the toughest, I'll tell ya right now
When it's on it's nothin', 720 get to bustin'

Oh, my gangstaness
All the anger in my heart who we thank for this
Yo, I can't thank a soul but God and guns
Don't kill a damn fool, it's a animant's steel

It's the liquor and the bills cause a man to steal
It's the lack of Medicaid and these bitches got AIDS
And they snaggin' at the Y, player we too high
I ain't really into ballin' and tossin' my chips

Rather cop real estate then ride big whips
Rather trick on my wife and go real a dick or hips
Slick bitch that's strict man, she can't get shit
But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock

We got good stock and size does matter, bitch
That's why we slang good cock
Back the thirty eight slug, back out
Look out the way, 'fore your whole hood shot up

The INC is back, the INC is back
The INC is back, the INC is back
The INC is back, the INC is back
Black Child is gutter, it's on, motherfuckers

The INC is back, the INC is back
The INC is back, the INC is back
Black Child is gutter, I don't give a fuck
What I sell out with a gun, motherfucker

I got stocks in the hood, sold rocks in the wood
Pop up on your block with the glock like it's good
Got niggaz scared to cop and drop like I'm Suge
Pop if you could, watch if you would

Nigga go platinum from the federal pen
Go 150 months and come home gettin' rich again
Nigga, it's sicker than, I hope you listenin', nigga, we glistenin'
Pop off and leave you in the dead man position

Black Child is Murder, y'all forgettin'
The work I put in, the dirt I done did
On this earth niggaz lives is worthless
Unless you worth a few million, school your children

Let the game get to 'em
Then they brain get ruined
Mine speak foreign languages fluently
Hoodstock exchange ain't nothin' new to me

Cop and go, set 'em shop in community
I've been ticklin' clit ever since puberty
Might taste it if it smells clean to me
Mama lean with me, holler and scream with me

The Rule is back, the Rule is back
The Rule is back, the Rule is back
Like 'Pac said, "Keep your head up, man"
Like Biggie Biggie "Give me one more chance"

Niggaz, the Rule is back, the Rule is back
The Rule is back, the Rule is back
Like 'Pac said, "Geep your head up man"
Like Biggie Biggie "Give me one more chance"

Nigga, I cap back just from my mental anguish
This cash is aimless, cop the new yellow Vanguish
And I ride swervin' down the west side highway
Get high like a G4 on the runway

I can't land it, man, with gun in hand
A hundred grand in escrow tryna expand
A million niggaz that brick, whole bricks to grams
Just leave with money, it seems like it's Uncle Sam

So keep hustlin I done roll
That comes from all the pain and the strugglin'
Look at here, federal agents runnin' in
Come again, it must be mistaken identity
Like when Oswald took the rap for killin a Kennedy

We in the street, not industry, niggaz
And because we're called the Murderers
That don't make us killaz, now does it?
Now it's not home but still them trumpets blowin'
Hold on cause the leader of this mission is a pro

The Rule is back, the Rule is back
The Rule is back, the Rule is back
Like 'Pac said, "Keep your head up man"
Like Biggie Biggie "Give me one more chance"

Niggas, the Rule is back, the Rule is back
The Rule is back, the Rule is back
Like 'Pac said, "Keep your head up man"
Like Biggie Biggie "Give me one more chance", niggas

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Desire Brings Me Back - Lyrics - The Curse Of Blondie - Blondie

Title: Desire Brings Me Back
Album: The Curse Of Blondie
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Gretchen Langheld, Carla Olla, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
The bliss of the wild
The dark heat of your body
Black in the blackness around me
The fallacy of a dream

The bliss of the wild
The dark raging tide
Deep as the sea
Deep as the sea inside of me

I offer myself to the danger in you
To your fierce electricity
You're the fire in my burning soul
I shake in the wilderness above

I'll always be back
Back to the earth
Back to the earth
Back to the earth
Back to the earth

Desire brings me back
Back to where I've always been
Desire brings me back
Back to where I've always been

The bliss of the wild
And it's a matter of flesh and love
Your warm breath on my face
Your skin drinks my soul

The bliss of the wild
The sound of your blood flowing over me
The irresistible color of the moon
And they make it by your love

How can I feel so free when I'm so bound to you?
To the power of our imaging
To the madness of our passion
To the wilderness of our love

I'll always come back
Back to the earth
Back to the earth
Back to the earth
Back to the earth

Desire brings me back
Back to where I've always been
Desire brings me back
Back to where I've always been

The bliss of the wild
The danger is electric
You're the fire in my soul
I shake in the wilderness
I feel you pull like the moon
The galaxy is a dream

Desire brings me back
Back to the earth
Back to the earth
Back to the earth
Back to the earth
Desire brings me back
Back to where I've always been
Desire brings me back
Back to where I've always been
Desire brings me back
Back to where I've always been
Desire, desire
Desire brings me back

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Lay It On Back - Lyrics - Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey - Kurupt

Title: Lay It On Back
Album: Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Fred Durst, Nathaniel Hale, Ricardo Brown, Sean Cruse, Farid Nassar

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Lyric:
Yeah, gangsta's make the world go ?round
I heard that true
Make things go up an' down
I heard that's true

I been through the full court pressure stage
The homies gave me a nine, the first time I saw a gauge
The first time I put my feet
Down solid mashin' on top of concrete

Before all the ways of war
House an' car doors felt the rays of war
When life was simple as shit
An' we didn't give a fuck about a bitch, 1986

It's all about lics, heat in the streets
Trucks with the beats
Bitches with biker shorts, worn all tight
Tryin' to get a pussy, just worn all night

Plus you had to be a baller to get the baddest hoes
Back in the days, 6-4 six trays
Back in the days, Elco's, S S's
The best is where the west is niggaz don't test us

Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?

Back in the days where them laces were thick
I was concerned with break dancin' an' layin' some dick
For whatever it's worth, I'm still doin' the smurf
An' I'm walkin' on this earth like I don't give a fuck

An' now I'm rollin' up in third gear
With 3 dollar bills, 3 more minutes to kill
3 more seconds to snap, 3 more bottles of beer
An' corrupt my lifestyle, so shut the fuck up
An' back the fuck up with that buck free style

Nigga, what freestyle, nigga?
Walkin' on a razor blade
Comin' through I got it made, posted up in the shade
Comin' through to get paid, sunny California, baby

I got subs in my trunk an' it's bound to bump
Straight smashin', hollerin' out, ?Wassup, Kurupt??
Wassup? I'm fillin' in my right mind, one to the head
An' I'm on the smash, hollerin' out, ?Wassup, Fred??

Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?

I don't give a fuck, so fuck what they say
Nigga, won't you pass? Say, ?Pass the bombay?
Niggaz, they decide to ride an' they ride
Niggaz, they decide to lie an' they die

I can bust a fleet of hoes with my skills
I can make them hoes bow down, pay my bills
Think I can make them hoes convert to my will
Wanna bet I'll turn them hoes in the scrill'?

If you love a bitch, a bitch can drive you crazy
Anythin' a hooker do, it won't amaze me
You better be up on your game homie 'coz they be
They may talk a lot of shit but they can't fade me

If you hang around with suckaz then you may be
Another type of brother I don't want with me
When you compensate with bustaz you confuse me
'Coz I'm tryin' to stay out the penitentiary

Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?
Just lay it on back, do you wanna ride?

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Last Man Standing - Lyrics - Back In Business - Epmd

Title: Last Man Standing
Album: Back In Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Muchita, W Seastrunk, E Sermon, P Smith, B White

Lyric:
The year is 2000, all the real motherfuckers left
PMD, Def Squad and Hit Squad and the virus
I'll tell you who I be
(Check it)

This is Erick Sermon, one of God's children of billions
With more Hype than Williams
Maintain millions so when the world get close to ending
My squad prepare for squad spending, I ain't begot no weapon
I'm lyin', get caught off guard I'm firin'
Until I hear sirens, I'm gone with the wind

A black Clark Gable, doin' 90 in the Lexus sport a fat cable
Never hold nothing back, I get the stress of my chest
Fell this so all the envious hear this
I catch wreck any punk in my way I'm banded
(Why E?)
'Cuz I'm the last man standin'

"Whatever it takes, how ever it got's to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
P of Mobb Deep, hell on earth
Last man standing

"Whatever it takes, how ever it got's to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
P of Mobb Deep, hell on earth
Last man standing

Yeah, yo, snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my johnson
Where my tools kept, who I be? The code name PMD
Casualty to an MC who try to fuck with P or E-Dub
Catch the burner with the snub, no love
A tight defense, like the glove, so bring it

Any song we drop I bet you sing it
Check the logo and slip up and get creamed kid
My pen is registered like Bruce Lee on loose leaf
My crew be, timped down puffing looseys
Drop the slick shit, nigga wanna get with
Swiss Smith, street cat strap?

"Whatever it takes, how ever it got's to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
P of Mobb Deep, hell on earth
Last man standing

"Whatever it takes, how ever it got's to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
P of Mobb Deep, hell on earth
Last man standing

Black the Ripper, by barracks, cold like anemic
Believe it, it takes years for y'all to achieve it
'Cuz I'm a go getter, I get the loot, I get the cash
The blunt, the weed, the hash

And then white with my friends in the Benz
Smoke fill the car until I blind my lens
I lock down my statis, I be the baddest
Yes, the one that get you open the most outspoken

Shogun assassin', Chinese connection, ninja maskin'
We turnin' to gravity, B-boy with the pants saggin'
Ain't no stoppin', on the case like Johnny Cochran
The beats knockin', mock speed is what I'm clockin'

With Erick Serm, mess with fire you get burned
Like a bad perm it's the return that niggas yearn
What, PMD and the bandit, never stranded
Bust a canon 'cuz it's the last man standin'

"Whatever it takes, how ever it got's to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
P of Mobb Deep, hell on earth
Last man standing

"Whatever it takes, how ever it got's to go down
4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
P of Mobb Deep, hell on earth
Last man standing

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Get Back Together - Lyrics - Everything But The Girl

Title: Get Back Together
Artist: Everything But The Girl
Composer(s): Ben Watt

Lyric:
Won't you get back, won't you try to get back, get back together
Won't you get back, won't you try to get back, get back together

Still can't believe that you two are now just friends
You've got no lover and he's free at weekends
I know he said when you first met
That you must always play the hand you get

But you're two years on a losing streak
Get back together, get back together
It's something you could do next week
Get back together, get back together

Ooh, won't you get back, try to get back together?
Ooh, won't you get back, try to get back together?

Matches are not made in Heaven
They're made right here on earth
He searched the starry skies
Ended up in your arms
You taught him all he knows
Just think what you could have been
Another Arthur and Marilyn

Now you're two years on a losing streak
Get back together, get back together
Something you could do next week
Get back together, get back together

Ooh, won't you get back, try to get back together?
Ooh, won't you get back, try to get back together?

And then you say that you got bored
How can you say that you got bored?
Some people search their whole lives through
But never find what was shown to you

Won't you get back
Won't you try to get back
Get back together

Still can't believe that you two are just friends
You've got no lover and he's at the lose ends
And hey girl listen to what I say
And don't let that boy just walk away

Ooh, won't you get back, try to get back together?
Ooh, won't you get back, try to get back together?
Ooh, won't you get back, try to get back together?
Ooh, won't you get back, try to get back together?

Baby get back, baby, baby get back
Baby get back, baby, baby get back, get back together
Baby get back, baby, baby get back, get back together
Baby get back, baby get back together

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Chanel No. Fever - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Chanel No. Fever
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason

Lyric:
Hah, yeah, take you on a temperature rise
Take you back to the fever
Take us back to the fever, y'all please, y'all please

It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever

Now with the B-I double L bill
We bill the par territories placing flags on terrains
Now I said it was yours so snatch the world back from Wayne
We did, universally sparked the lid

Now these ladies love how we live
Got 'em caught, shit, you already know looking so fly
That the dog that played spiderweb you're up aliasing here
Sucker cats don't try to steer near this

Wish you could bring it this way
Compliments of Wonder Y and my nigga David J
So the do, re, mi, fa, sol, la
Many reach to devour the stage, put the guts out the venue

Ah, shut up in your face no need to continue
I've been there, done that, received it, won that
Yo stunned that, that's how you like To Sun frozed
Keep my shit in harvest like Farmer John grows crops
Hops, you'll need the whole ceiling to tops
I saw the empire, set your liquid to fire

Bim blam set a flame to your fanny
Davis the surname like Davis the Sammy
A Grammy, my concern is to earn for a little age
Next time, next rhyme, next phase

It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever

Now put your hand on your hip
(Now put your hand on your hip)
And let your backbone slip
(And let your backbone slide)
Now put your hand up on your hip
(Now put your hand up on your hip)
And let your backbone slip for the fever

Hey, ladies and gents reintroducing to you
Shootin' shit like hot asses at the sip of bean stew
Super fat come the visitor zoo
Peace to my homewood niggas and my man Tofu, I fell in love

I'm through evil that man do
Get some ass on the side so my love can shine through
Pull a cigar with crew, lean back and let it soak
Your holdin' on to my twelve dollar smoke man

It was Mase who laced the beat from up out the Earth
Leaving brothers hypnotized like Ootney Fonsworth
But I'm hip but no tized than that, clap to the break of dawn
Dada, wonder why it's hotter than hot

Why not knee, my Steve got niggas on the dick
They want to join the click
I hope that ass get a record deal so they can feel what I feel
To overstand that ring ring, how you do is real

You must be from Italy 'cause all you do is roam
Microphone to microphone, lookin' for home
I write a poem to make the publicists flock the prone cop
China on stage so I don't need a spotlight

Should be tight like Tupperwear, supperwear, drawers of socks
Sippin' on gray pot yo scratch the pork chops
'Cause nothin' here drops
We're goin' up, up, up

It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever

It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever

It's the fever

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Hell On Earth (Front Lines) - Lyrics - Hell On Earth - Mobb Deep

Title: Hell On Earth (Front Lines)
Album: Hell On Earth
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My 'cause tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin' what's yours we do jerks rush the doors

Here come the deez tryin' to make breeze
And guns toss in full force
My team'll go at your main source
We're not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage

Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for niggaz pop shit
Yo nigga Noyd what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in

Ninety-six strike back with more hot shit
Illuminate my team'll glow like, radiation
With no time for patient, or complication
Let's get it done right, my click airtight

Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes
Or lose life, jail niggaz sendin' kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish 'em off
?Well done, Meat?, that said twenty-two slug to your head
Travel all the way down to your leg

Aiyyo it's hell on earth, who's next or gonna be first?
The projects is front lines and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes

Aiyyo it's hell on earth, who's next or gonna be first?
The projects is front lines and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes

We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love
Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now

Articulate, hittin' body parts to start shiftin' shit
Never hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited
Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite
Then reminisce, twenty years later how we was gettin' it

Either with me go against the grain you better hit me
Leggin' me or robbin' me niggaz better body me
'Cause it's a small world and niggaz, talkin' like bitches
Bitches singin' like snitches, pointin' you out in pictures

'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin' me
All that bullshit is just makin' me
More the better then concentrate on gettin' chedda
If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you

Shape and mold you, son, you then I hold you
Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you
It'll be I like I'm supposed to, the click is coastal

International to local, Bacardi mix physically fix
Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff
Probably thick, son I solved 'em
Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos

Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop
QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace

Aiyyo it's hell on earth, who's next or gonna be first
The projects is front lines and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes

Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein' clips when the mac spit your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes close his eyelids
Turn off his lights switch to darkness 'cause deep in the abyss

Is street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child, kid cold turnin' men into mice
I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet
The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded

Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness
POW niggaz is found MIA
We move like the special forces, green beret

Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
To simplify shit, no man can go against me

Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it full for so long, cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it

Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs claimin' that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me, you take this message

Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryin' to make Cream and that's that
Whatever it takes however it gots to go down
Four mikes on stage a motherfuckin' four pound

Speakers leakin' out sound and niggaz leakin' on the ground
I could truly care less the God will get his
Regardless blow for blow let's find out who wear hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist

Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point never diss
Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbs

Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin' in herds
We flush through your click get purged

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Somebody'S Gotta Be On Top - Lyrics - My Name Is Joe - Joe

Title: Somebody'S Gotta Be On Top
Album: My Name Is Joe
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): Rick Slaughter, Joe Thomas, Calvin C. Gaines, Joshua Paul Thompson

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Lyric:
Hello, welcome to the show, somebody's gotta be on top
And that's the way it goes, oh yeah

Lights off, time to set this party off
Baby pull down the shades, they're gonna be like that for days
Clothes off, for a private dance tonight
I wanna take you down naughty street tonight

Come on, let's keep it private, 'cuz I'm gonna let you ride it
Exctasy on the balcony, going down for more on the kitchen floor
Slippin' and slidin', I'm gonna let you ride it
On my knees I'll have you screamin', wait, wait, wait, don't let it go

Don't you wanna come along on the ride of your life
Somebody, somebody's gotta be on top
Coco butter skin, I can't wait 'til I get in your body
Somebody's gotta be on top

Right now I think I'm gonna slow this party down
There's a sequel to the show
Come on in gotta let you know, admission can't be paid with dough
Stroke, stroke no joke, gonna blow it out sugar ain't no doubt
I'd be strokin', that's what I'd be doin' come on

Come on, let's keep it private, cuz we're gettin' ready ride it
Exctasy on the balcony, going down for more on the kitchen floor
Slippin' and slidin', I'm gonna let you ride it
On my knees I'll have you screamin', wait, wait, wait, don't let it go

Don't you wanna come along on the ride of your life
Somebody, somebody's gotta be on top
Coco butter skin, I can't wait 'til I get in your body
Somebody's gotta be on top

Hello, welcome to the show, somebody's gotta be on top
'Cuz that's the way it goes, somebody's gotta be on top

Looking for the softest place on earth, someone to break me off
Let's take it the bed get it nice and wet
Never do it from the side, just chest to chest

Looking for the softest place on earth, someone to break me off
Kiss you on your neck then down your back
Doin' it all night like insomniacs

Looking for the softest place on earth, someone to break me off
Take the pillows off the couch, put 'em on the floor
Give it to you nice and strong, make you scream for more

Looking for the softest place on earth, someone to break me off
If you feelin' me, like I'm feelin' you
Get on top of me and make your body move

Don't you wanna come along on the ride of your life
Somebody, somebody's gotta be on top
Coco butter skin, I can't wait 'til I get in your body
Somebody's gotta be on top

Hello, welcome to the show, somebody's gotta be on top
'Cuz that's the way it goes, somebody's gotta be on top

Don't you wanna come along on the ride of your life
Somebody's, somebody's gotta be on top
Coco butter skin, I can't wait 'til I get in your body
Somebody's gotta be on top

Don't you wanna come along on the ride of your life
Somebody, somebody's gotta be on top
Coco butter skin, I can't wait 'til I get in your body
Somebody's gotta be on top

Don't you wanna come along on the ride of your life
Somebody, somebody's gotta be on top
Coco butter skin, I can't wait 'til I get in your body
Somebody's gotta be on top

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Better Move It On Home - Lyrics - Dolly Parton

Title: Better Move It On Home
Artist: Dolly Parton
Composer(s): Ray Griff

Lyric:
I've been sittin' here a' looking at the clock big daddy
Already you're a half-hour late
I've been a' pulling back the curtains, peeping out the window
Wish you wouldn't make me wait
You better move it on home, boy
You better move it on home

Been a' sittin' here listening to the jukebox playing
And forgettin' where I ought to be
Sipping on a cool one, having me some good fun
Time got away from me
I better move it on home
Better move it on home

Baby, spin them wheels and make it on back
Where heaven on earth and love is at
Like a rolling stone
Better move it on home, yeah

I've been here a' cooking you a nice hot supper
And you can't even eat it on time
Heatin' up the meat loaf and stirring up the gravy
It's kinda got to messin? up my mind
You better move it on home, boy
You better move it on home, yeah

Been a' speeding through the traffic, passing everyone
I remember what I forgot
Stepping on the gas and driving kind of fast
Hoping I won't get stopped
Better move it on home
Better move it on home

Baby, spin them wheels and make it on back
Where heaven on earth and love is at
Like a rolling stone
Better move it on home

Baby, spin them wheels and make it on back
Where heaven on earth and love is at
Like a rolling stone
Better move it on home, yeah

Better move it on home, daddy
You're running just a little shade late
I'm on my way baby, this traffic is murder
Ah, that's what I thought
That's what it's gonna be at home
If you don't get here soon

Traffic's a' messing up my mind
You're messing up mine

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Better Move It On Home - Lyrics - Porter Wagoner

Title: Better Move It On Home
Artist: Porter Wagoner
Composer(s): Ray Griff

Lyric:
I've been sittin' here a' looking at the clock big daddy
Already you're a half-hour late
I've been a' pulling back the curtains, peeping out the window
Wish you wouldn't make me wait
You better move it on home, boy
You better move it on home

Been a' sittin' here listening to the jukebox playing
And forgettin' where I ought to be
Sipping on a cool one, having me some good fun
Time got away from me
I better move it on home
Better move it on home

Baby, spin them wheels and make it on back
Where heaven on earth and love is at
Like a rolling stone
Better move it on home, yeah

I've been here a' cooking you a nice hot supper
And you can't even eat it on time
Heatin' up the meat loaf and stirring up the gravy
It's kinda got to messin? up my mind
You better move it on home, boy
You better move it on home, yeah

Been a' speeding through the traffic, passing everyone
I remember what I forgot
Stepping on the gas and driving kind of fast
Hoping I won't get stopped
Better move it on home
Better move it on home

Baby, spin them wheels and make it on back
Where heaven on earth and love is at
Like a rolling stone
Better move it on home

Baby, spin them wheels and make it on back
Where heaven on earth and love is at
Like a rolling stone
Better move it on home, yeah

Better move it on home, daddy
You're running just a little shade late
I'm on my way baby, this traffic is murder
Ah, that's what I thought
That's what it's gonna be at home
If you don't get here soon

Traffic's a' messing up my mind
You're messing up mine

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Planet Earth - Lyrics - Freedom Of Choice - Devo

Title: Planet Earth
Album: Freedom Of Choice
Artist: Devo
Composer(s): Gerald V Casale

Lyric:
I heard a girl in a dress
Say her face was a mess
I heard there's no reason why
I heard that now's the time to buy

On planet earth
I'll probably stay
On planet earth
It's a place to live your life

Where pleasure follows pain
People go insane, fly around in planes
Pray that it won't rain, drive around in cars
Get drunk in local bars, dream of being stars
Well I lived all my life on planet earth

I saw a girl lose all control
When she lost her new mink stole
I saw her try to catch a man
Things I couldn't understand

On planet earth
I'll probably stay
On planet earth
It's a place to live your life

Where pleasure follows pain
People go insane, fly around in planes
Pray that it won't rain, drive around in cars
Get drunk in local bars, dream of being stars
Well I lived all my life on planet earth

I saw a man on a stage
Scream "Put me back in my cage"
I saw him hang by his tie
I saw enough to make me cry
On planet earth, on planet earth

I lived all my life
I lived all my life on planet earth
I lived all my life
I lived all my life on planet earth

I lived all my life
I lived all my life on planet earth
I lived all my life
I lived all my life on planet earth

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Get On The Mic - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: Get On The Mic
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Corey Penn, Peter Phillips, Isaac Hayes, David Porter

Lyric:
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic

Capture this funakthon loaded by the Mecca Don
Into the red zone, you spot my skull and cross bone alone
To fill the Watergates, slaughter great, think and meditate
Set behind the pace of the CL's war face

Crass and tints, making blueprints for over six figure salaries
Luchified, 'cause many did and died
The mic wrecka, study Mecca, now building
'Cause I love my shorties like Jesus loved children

'Cause being smooth is the science I crafted
To a state, when they incarcerate me I wanna be free
And play some D on the high-scoring thrill from the Veronville
Taking my yards with no bodyguards

My click's the first round draft pick for time in prison
So the only way to cover that is clean living
Respect given, hear the bell go, ding
It's like Tyson stepping back into the ring, soon as I

Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic

Ladies and gentlemen for dead presidents it represents
Now hear what it's like when I get on the mic
It's strike cause every Nike I wear is kicking ass there
Too dope to scare and too damn smooth to care

So flick your lighters in the air, and let me blow the roof off
The Colosseum plus I got to get per diem
All deuces file out, and leave the dimes to the front row
And when I say, "Go", I want 'em showing lovin'

Tossing dough, 'cause with the daddy unemployed
And the old earth raising me, any other rugged nigga's history
No mystery, I'm physical in action
So guess relaxing is a weekend with Toni Braxton

On your TV is me, incredible MC, B
With the P to the R, my break a ways can bounce for days
This fillets, I'm trucking jewels like Eric B
And all you corny fools can't see me, oh my, my, my

Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic

Healthy, wealthy, and wise is your size
Come and try the hardcore, set on down by every law
Moving in your Lex trecks out a sextivity
At its highest level of funktagious served in major

He's the real Mabel, overqualified to be luchified
Pete Rock's the God when my stizile profile
Slide into the Milky Way, the Carmel King's sing
We're back on crazy to put the duke up in Daisy

Amazingly, none of y'all can faze me never
Add the spice to make you shoop like Salt N Pepa
How large is he? Mastered my degree in mic surgery
With plans to retire at the tender age of 30

Jah is what I cherish, all informers must perish
On the down low, lift my peoples from the ghetto
In every borough CL is quite thorough
In do or die don't try when I anni

Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic

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