Beg For It - Lyrics - Omarion

Title: Beg For It
Artist: Omarion
Composer(s): King Solomon Logan, Johnkenum Dean Spivery, Timothy Mosley, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
Can you say Omarion?
There's just somethin' I wanna do to you
I been watchin' you all night long
I been watchin' you all night long

Beg for it, don't panic
When you see it, you betta hold on
You said you need it, well dammit come on
I'ma lay right here while they play my song

And watch you beg for it, take that off
When you go in there, you betta get it all
Don't play wit it, baby, go 'head get it all
I'ma beg for you, baby, as soon as you get all

Ain't neva had body make your hood friends
Ask you how long does he give it
Baby, get ready to know
They ain't ready for the play
I'm a game when it's up, I'll make you

Beg for it, don't panic
When you see it, you betta hold on
You said you need it, well dammit come on
I'ma lay right here while they play my song

And watch you beg for it, take that off
When you go in there, you betta get it all
Don't play wit it, baby, go 'head get it all
I'ma beg for you, baby, as soon as you get all

Ain't no me lovin' you, ain't no you lovin' me
This is strictly because when we came in free
Know we were chosen for
Understand what's the dress code
Don't be mad if I ain't playin' for keys

Damn, I'ma do all those things in my dream
On my hood in the cold while it's raining on us
When I get it I know you gon' let all ya girls know
There gon' be no second guessin' 'bout me

Beg for it, don't panic
When you see it, you betta hold on
You said you need it, well dammit come on
I'ma lay right here while they play my song

And watch you beg for it, take that off
When you go in there, you betta get it all
Don't play wit it, baby, go 'head get it all
I'ma beg for you, baby, as soon as you get all

Can I get a hit on the dance floor?
(You can get it)
Can I get a hit on the dance floor?
(Tell me, can you feel it?)

Can I get a hit on the dance floor, can I get it?
Can I get a hit on the dance floor, can I get it?
Can I get a hit on the dance floor, can I get it?
Can I get a hit on the dance floor, can I get it?

Beg for it, don't panic
When you see it, you betta hold on
You said you need it, well dammit come on
I'ma lay right here while they play my song

And watch you beg for it, take that off
When you go in there, you betta get it all
Don't play wit it, baby, go 'head get it all
I'ma beg for you, baby, as soon as you get all

You see, I been watchin' you, I'm sorry

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Beg For Me - Lyrics - Issues - Korn

Title: Beg For Me
Album: Issues
Artist: Korn
Composer(s): Brian Welch, Jonathan Davis, David Silveria, Reginald Arvizu, James Shaffer

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Lyric:
Everyone is looking at me
I can't get out of bed there is evil in my head
Everyone just let me be
Because when I hit the stage, it is gone and I am free

Goddamn you say you'll get up for me
You're the crowd, come on give it back to me
You won't beg for me, beg for me, beg for me

Goddamn you say you'll get up with me
You're the crowd, come on give it back to me
You won't beg for me, be there for me, beg for me

Tell me, how could this fade?
I am going in shame and I could not have my pain
Everyone please let me be
'Cause we're on stage and it's gone and I am free

Goddamn you say you'll get up with me
You're the crowd, come on give it back to me
You won't beg for me, beg for me, beg for me

Goddamn you say you'll get up with me
You're the crowd, come on give it back to me
You won't beg for me, be there for me, beg for me

I feel the shame I'm not insane
The things I feel now aren't the same
Who gives a fuck, if my life sucks?
I just know one day I won't give up

Everyone just let me be
Everyone just let me be
Everyone just let me be

Goddamn you say you'll get up with me
You're the crowd, come on give it back to me
You won't beg for me, beg for me, beg for me

Goddamn you say you'll get up with me
You're the crowd, come on give it back to me
You won't beg for me, be there for me, beg for me

Goddamn you say you'll get up with me
You're the crowd, come on give it back to me
You won't beg for me, beg for me, beg for me

Be there, for me
Be there, for me
Be there, for me
Be there, for me

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Unit - Beg For Mercy - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Beg For Mercy
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): D Brown, C Jackson, R Smith, D Prosper, M Clervoix, C Lloyd

Lyric:
Yeah
G-G, G-G, G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm gettin' yo ass

Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
You don't wanna bang wit the best
I'll have doc removin' fragments from your chest
They say, "God's a forgivin' man", I hope He forgives
Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid
They say fifty done blew up, fifty you changed
Nigga you stunt, I pull out
And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar
I think he's flyin' eight outta eight on movin' targets
You run, you still dyin' check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

There once was some niggas that tried to murda me
I hit 'em up, put 'em in' plastic surgery
This four five has made a lot of guys apologize
(Yeah)
The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies
Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard
A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart
I just play my part, and while you shootin' up cars
I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar
Let's get it poppin''

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

I'm tired of you niggas with your may be beef
We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth
(Ah huh)
I'm in and out the night clubs, A D D
(Right)
Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
(Right)
(Yeah)
These niggas tellin' out the blue
So you hang 'em off the bridge
At least they'll have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the bell or hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school
(Ah)
You can tell I came a long way in' my sense, home grown
(Ah huh)
That's why them little niggas in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I don't even freestyle for free
I gave 'em a break, flew over seas
(Right)
But it's kinda hard to get homie sick when there's blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole
(Yeah)

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

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Hit The Floor - Lyrics - Bullet For My Valentine

Title: Hit The Floor
Artist: Bullet For My Valentine
Composer(s): Michael Kieron Paget, Matthew Tuck, Michael David Tomas, Jason James

Lyric:
I see you walking home alone
Your face is alive and bright
But you can't see how weak you are
'Cause I could end it tonight

It's the feeling you get when you think
That someone behind is watching you
Well, I can tell you now that someone is me
And I'm about to make it right

Why do you take it all? Why do I beg for more?
I never thought that this is how I'd hit the floor
Why do you take it all? Why do I beg for more?
I never thought that this is how I'd hit the floor

I creep up from behind, touch your neck
Move down your spine
You take a look and breathe so sharp
Just a matter of time

Don't scream, I ask of you but then you let one out
So now it's time to go
I come down on you like a ton of bricks
All over so it's time to go

Why do you take it all? Why do I beg for more?
I never thought that this is how I'd hit the floor
Why do you take it all? Why do I beg for more?
I never thought that this is how I'd hit the floor, hit the floor

Why do you take it all? Why do I beg for more?
I never thought that this is how I'd hit the floor
Why do you take it all? Why do I beg for more?
I never thought that this is how I'd hit the floor

Take this for me, I don't wanna hurt you
Take this for me, I don't wanna hurt you

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Beg For Your Love - Lyrics - April Wine

Title: Beg For Your Love
Artist: April Wine
Composer(s): Eddie Schwartz

Lyric:
You know I want your love so bad
I don't know how to show it
Before I tear myself apart
Let me suggest a place to start

I'll beg for your love
I'll beg for your love
I'll get down on my knees
You know I need your love
I'll beg for your love
I'll just say, "Pretty please"

I say, "I want your love so bad
I'll beg, steal or borrow"
Well talk is easy, 'cause talk is cheap
The price for your love's a little steep

I'll beg for your love
I'll beg for your love
I'll get down on my knees
You know I need your love
I'll beg for your love
I'll just say, "Pretty please"

You know I want your love so bad
That I can almost taste it
But gimme gimme never gets
And I ain't got what I want yet

I'll beg for your love
I'll beg for your love
I'll get down on my knees
You know I need your love
I'll beg for your love
I'll just say, "Pretty please"

I'll beg for your love
I'll beg for your love
I'll get down on my knees
You know I need your love
I'll beg for your love
I'll just say, "Pretty please"

I'll beg for your love
I'll beg for your love
I'll get down on my knees
You know I need your love
I'll beg for your love
I'll just say, "Pretty please"

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You - Lyrics - Candlebox - Candlebox

Title: You
Album: Candlebox
Artist: Candlebox
Composer(s): Peter Andrew Klett, Bardi David Martin, Kevin Colin Martin, Scott Mercado

Lyric:
You, it's for you
Only you, it's for you

I'll never know, I'll never care
I'll never believe my people
I'll tell you what I say
I'll never lie, I'll never try
I'll never cry for you people
I'll push you, push away

As you lonely people
Keep on runnin' 'round my door
Yes, you lonely people
Keep on beggin' beg for more

And I'll cry for you, yes I'll die for you
Pain in my heart it is real
And I'll tell you now, how I feel inside
Feel in my heart it's for you

It's for you, only you
It's for you

I'll never try, I'll never die
I'll never push for you people
I'll tell you how I feel
I'll never lie, I'll never cry
I'll never try for you people
I'll tell you, yes it's real

And you lonely people
Keep on passin' time away
Yes you lonely people keep on passin'
Pass away

And I'll cry for you, yes, I'll die for you
Pain in my heart it is real
And I'll tell you now how I feel inside
Feel in my heart it's for you

And I'll take everything, as it comes my way
Pushin' your pain 'round my door
And I cry for you as I die for you
Is this blood on my hands all for you?

You shiver and shudder
Recovers your mother
You feel it take control
All alone, feel alive
In your soul

Come around town, steal another dime
Take another line
Won't you feel it blanket your soul
Out of mind?
Come around town, steal another dime
Do another crime
Won't you get it higher and higher
Roll through time?

Come around town, steal another dime
Don't you push your drugs in my face
Yes, I'm feelin', feelin' fine
Don't you push your drugs in my face
Or I'm gonna put you in your place
Fuck you, I don't want it no more and it's mine
Said, "This pain in my heart is all mine
Yes, it's mine all alone"

Oh, I don't want it no more
I don't want it no more
I don't want it no more
I don't want it no more
And it's mine on my own
Yes, it's mine all alone

As I cry for you, yes, I'll die for you
Pain in my heart, it is real
And I'll take everything as it comes my way
Feel in my heart, it's for you

And I'll lie for you as I die for you
Pain in my heart it is real
And I'll tell you now how I feel inside
Fuck you, it's for you

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Ain'T Gonna Beg - Lyrics - Free Yourself - Fantasia Barrino

Title: Ain'T Gonna Beg
Album: Free Yourself
Artist: Fantasia Barrino
Composer(s): Damon E Thomas, Antonio Dixon, Harvey Mason Jr, Eric D. Dawkins, Durrell Babbs

Lyric:
I mean I'm not gonna beg you
I see you just ain't acting right

Every time I need someone to be there
When I had me one of them crazy days
(I ain't gonna beg you)
Every time I want someone to treat me like
They always said they were gonna treat me like
(I ain't gonna beg you)

'Cause I let you slide before but I see you ain't gonna learn
Since you like to play with fire then I'ma let us burn
Boy you ain't nothing, gonna miss my loving
The last time was the last time so I'm through with you

No I ain't gonna beg you no more
I'm sick and tired of waiting don't know what I'm waiting for
'Cause you know you don't treat me like you should
When you know I'm the coldest thing about this hood

No I ain't gonna beg you no more
And if you're not down with this then baby there's the door
I'm usually not the type to just lay it down and quit
But lot of men would get with this, oh yes
So I ain't gonna beg you no more

Every time I want to be wine and dined
Taken out on a Friday night to spend a little time
(I ain't gonna beg you)
And every time I need some hugging and some loving
But it's late and I don't get nothing
(I ain't gonna beg you)

'Cause I let you slide before but I see you ain't gonna learn
Since you like to play with fire then I'ma let us burn
Boy you ain't nothing, gonna miss my loving
The last time was the last time so I'm through with you

No I ain't gonna beg you no more
I'm sick and tired of waiting don't know what I'm waiting for
'Cause you know you don't treat me like you should
When you know I'm the coldest thing about this hood

No I ain't gonna beg you no more
And if you're not down with this then baby there's the door
I'm usually not the type to just lay it down and quit
But lot of men would get with this
So I ain't gonna beg you no more

Said I'm trough with being patient
I ain't here for you just to come and
(Take it when you wanna take it)
You took it all for granted oh
All the good love and all that freaky stuff is all gone

(But that's how you is)
Let me tell you this
(Take your lame old tired excuses somewhere else)
('Cause you weak and I don't wanna hear it)
(Stay away I don't wanna get near it)
'Cause boy I'm moving on and I

No I ain't gonna beg you no more
I'm sick and tired of waiting don't know what I'm waiting for
'Cause you know you don't treat me like you should
When you know I'm the coldest thing about this hood

No I ain't gonna beg you no more
And if you're not down with this then baby there's the door
I'm usually not the type to just lay it down and quit
But lot of men would get with this
So I ain't gonna beg you no more

Ain't gonna beg you to love me, ain't gonna beg you to hold me
Ain't gonna beg you to pick me up and take me out
I ain't gonna beg you to ice me, I ain't gonna beg you to wife me
I ain't gonna beg you to do the things a real man's about

Ain't gonna beg you to love me, ain't gonna beg you to hold me
Ain't gonna beg you to pick me up and take me out
I ain't gonna beg you to ice me, I ain't gonna beg you to wife me
I ain't gonna beg you to go the things a real man's about

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Unit - I'M So Hood - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - I'M So Hood
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Raymond Grant, Curtis Jackson, Richard Grant

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Lil' Tyrone tired of gettin' his ass whipped, so he holdin' that get down
His momma think it's my fault, 'cause he listened to 'Back Down'
Bobby was a fuckin' bum, he pumpin' backs now
He need some fresh chicks, white T's and fitted hats now
Uncle Rock a wino, he won't put the 'gnac down
Eric had the jump shop, but he's smokin' crack now
The Lunatics, the Lost Boyz, Cheeks shit is whack now
Country blew trial, them crackers got him on his back now
And Sean, runnin' round with his fuckin' get now
Up in niggaz cribs, sayin' where that money at pal?
Now Sandra from BK I seen her out in Houston
That bitch travelled the world, she runnin' round boostin'
Now Toya got these bad-ass kids, they a nuisance
Her baby daddies never come around, they useless
Every now and then I come through on some new shit
Pearly white six or some chrome deuce-deuces

I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for bein' me, 'cause I can't change it
Can't rearrange it, I am what I am
So love me for bein' me

I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for bein' me, 'cause I can't change it
Can't rearrange it, I am what I am
So love me for bein' me

When I was six man, momma told me god don't like ugly
I fell, scraped my face, and thought god must don't love me
Saw Owen every mornin' before school, he sell dope
Niggaz keep whuppin' nut ass 'cause he sell soap
Charlie be beggin' all the time, he stay broke
Flip be down on one O nine, rollin' up smoke
Shameek, he a thief, catch a stunt in a stolen car
He that nigga that you call when you crashin' into a bar
See they love me 'cause I rap now, but they don't like me
I been locked up three times and they ain't write
Stevie a punk, but fuck what he say, he can get mean quick
Pop shots at you, Esau must suck a mean dick
The block's hot, D's jump out on us almost all the time
They watch us from the buildin' but niggaz still be on the grind
Wayne used to call the cops and tell them G had a nine
'Til G put that gun in Donrad seat and said it wasn't mine

I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for bein' me, 'cause I can't change it
Can't rearrange it, I am what I am
So love me for bein' me

I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for bein' me, 'cause I can't change it
Can't rearrange it, I am what I am
So love me for bein' me

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Hey Sexy Lady (Remix) - Lyrics - Shaggy

Title: Hey Sexy Lady (Remix)
Artist: Shaggy
Composer(s): Robert Mcdona Livingston, Orville Burrell, Patrick Morrison, Ricardo Ducent, Christopher Birch, Brian Michael Thompson

Lyric:
Sexy, hot, I love your style girl, put it on them
Brian and Tony Gold let the ladies know
They got it goin' on, uh Shaggy

Hey sexy lady, I like your flow
Your body's bangin', out of control
You put it on me
(That's right)
Ceiling to floor
Only you can make me, scream and beg for more

Her body's callin' bawlin' got me crawlin' up the wall and
My size ain't small it's tall and catch a glimpses her clothes be fallin'
Her neighbor's callin' bawlin' all this noise is so appallin'
They must believe we're brawlin' headboards band till early mornin'

Hey sexy lady I like your flow
(Ya I like it girl)
Your body's bangin out of control
(A big tune)
You put it on me ceiling to floor
(Ceiling to floor baby)
Only you can make me scream and beg for more

I was her father's choosin'
Performance left her snoozin'
Rug burns her knees we're bruised and
She's hooked ain't no refusin'
I knew it all along she was the perfect one
(What)
She really put it on
(On me)
I had to write a song

Hey sexy lady
(She's drivin' me nuts)
I like your flow
Your body's bangin'
(Sexy Lady)
Out of contro
(Sweet and nice)
You put it on me
(You know you got that figure)
Ceiling to floor
(That own class you girl)
Only you can make me scream and beg for more

Hey sexy lady you be fine drive me crazy
Movin' on, and on, and on
Hey sexy lady you be fine drive me crazy
Movin' on, and on, and on

Gal your extra sexy like
(Low)
And you make me wanna say
(Hi)
And you shake you shake your thong
(Low)
Gal you wicked to ras it nah
(Lie)
Gal I like the way how you
(Flow)
Every time you pass me
(By)
Gal you wiggly jiggly and
(Oh)
And you wicked to ras it nah
(Lie)

(Girl)
Hey sexy lady I like your flow
(Whaddat)
Your body's bangin', out of control
(Say lovin' and find me girl)
You put it on me
(Put it on me baby)
Ceiling to floor
Only you can make me scream and beg for more

Uh, moist, ha ha ha ha ha ha

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Unit - G'D Up - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - G'D Up
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Christopher Lloyd, David Brown, Michael Elizondo, Scott Storch, Andre Young

Lyric:
Ah, yeah, uh huh

Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood done made me?
Feels like my emotions are froze
I stay G'd up
It's the things I done seen and the shit I been through
That make my heart turn cold
I stay G'd up

I'm a gangsta you find out for sure
If you ever step on my toes
I stay G'd up
When I'm hangin' out that window with that AK
Fillin' your punk ass with holes
I stay G'd up

Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana
I'm mule on that Greyhound from N.Y. to the Carolina
Paper chase, different name, same face, don't catch a case
My road dog's on parole his baby girl's four years old
We play the block, pistol cocked, you could shoot or get shot
Kill you for your crack spot take everything your ass got
Semi-automatic spray, bust back or run away
Niggas talkin' in the hood, we'll handle this another day

In November you make my shit list if you did you can cancel Christmas
I'll send you a gift niggas'll come and leave your ass twisted
Them hollow tip shells burn baby burn
See niggas get merked up, babies born and the world turns
I seen it all crystal clear so I keep my pistol near
Heart's never full of fear, homie I stay well aware
Of what's going on around me, motherfuckers want me dead
I go wit a smile on my face when it's my time kid

Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood done made me?
Feels like my emotions are froze
I stay G'd up
It's the things I done seen and the shit I been through
That make my heart turn cold
I stay G'd up

I'm a gangsta you find out for sure
If you ever step on my toes
I stay G'd up
When I'm hangin' out that window with that AK
Fillin' your punk ass with holes

Lil' niggas I done paved the way, y'all should thank 'em
But if you think otherwise bring your boy over here so I can spank 'im
I'll put an end to your career bitch
Before you speak on 50, buy a .40 and a spare clip
These niggas gassed up, gettin' to used to rap
Like I won't give 'em more bloodclots than supercat
Niggas'll snatch ya, I'm like a bat catcher
I'll give a sign and and then throw somethin' at ya

Round here niggas die off hydro
And even when it ain't 4th of July it sound like pyro
You smart enough to creep then lay your dumb brains down
The pound'll spin you around like the young James Brown
Yeah, I know I'm hot but hey, I'm icy too
Rocks'll hit you from a block away like a beat from Dr. Dre
We're takin over this year, K's and the soldiers is here
Everyone knows it's a scare, yeah

Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood done made me?
Feels like my emotions are froze
I stay G'd up
It's the things I done seen and the shit I been through
That make my heart turn cold
I stay G'd up

I'm a gangsta you find out for sure
If you ever step on my toes
I stay G'd up
When I'm hangin' out that window with that AK
Fillin' your punk ass with holes

My Papa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man
He'd just pop another bottle and smoke up a half a gram
I would hop in my Impala and ride all through the night
They gave my homeboy life so when you do it, do it right
My fingernails still filled with cocaine residue
I still got the heart to go and bust me a head or two
No other solution you think we hollerin' and hootin'
Until you wake up and then you got to hear 'bout these shootings

I take a pull from a loose one and put the clip in my pocket
Before I take another bullet I'm gonna pull it and pop it
And if it's beef my nigga, then let your guns do your talkin'
The graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin
They say that we responsible for boostin' the crime rate
They say that we the reason that these young niggas buyin' weight
But I'm gonna keep this glock on my waist 'til my dyin' days
It's nuttin' but a G thang, G-Unit and Dr. Dre

Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood done made me?
Feels like my emotions are froze
I stay G'd up
It's the things I done seen and the shit I been through
That make my heart turn cold
I stay G'd up

I'm a gangsta you find out for sure
If you ever step on my toes
I stay G'd up
When I'm hangin' out that window with that AK
Fillin' your punk ass with holes
I stay G'd up

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Unit - Eye For Eye - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Eye For Eye
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): T Cottrell, Curtis Jackson, E Raskin, Christopher Lloyd, David Brown

Lyric:
I like the way this feels
This makes me more just like
( Je je jeez nigar)
Boxer, haa ha
(Shit on it)

Nigga you shit on me, I'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, I'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

You can't roll wit me I'm LLoyd Banks the one and only
Not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie
There ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no
I'm on that doggy style shit, man I don't love a hoe
Apple wasn't around so I had to let my brother know
Never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow
Most them niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo

South side Jamaica nigga yeah thats where I come from
If you see a nigga with me then theres more than one gun
Five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one
Or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun
We all know friendships turn sour when you gettin' it
Some niggas hate me in the hood but I don't owe them niggas shit
Smellin' all up in my face like I don't know them niggas sick
But I can care less, I'm on the album and I'm gettin' rich

Nigga you shit on me, I'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, I'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
(Die nigga)

Walkin' and talkin' spit it how I live it nigga
Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga
Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel
They said there wasn't shootin', but they found no shells
New York City, Hell they throwin' niggas under jails
I got love for them and I ain't even from there
Now bust a shot for them boys on the block
I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga
There somethin' bout the sound of a Trey-Pound
That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down

See every time we round' ya hear some shots go off
And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off
Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way
And come to find out these niggas is softer than Shawty
I'mma keep livin' my life with a pistol in my palm
And a wrist full of ice
You can call me the Don motherfucker
We want the eye 'n' son make one wrong move and your dyin'
Ain't no time for coppin' heat nigga ya cryin'
'Cause my niggas ain't goin'stop ridin', so you gone

Nigga you shit on me, I'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, I'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

I got a hand gun habit, nigga front I'll let ya have it
When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it
I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas
Front and I'll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga
I ain't a marksman my spark and I'll spray shit
Enough rounds for the H K I don't play bitch
Move like I'm militant back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but niggas can't move me

I squeeze till I run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled
I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles
You fuck around I'll blow your brains on my New York Times
Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind
It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust
First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that Black Hurst
We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam
View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man

Nigga you shit on me, I'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, I'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
(Die nigga)

Nigga you shit on me, I'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, I'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
(Die nigga)

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The Prize - Lyrics - Parachute - Guster

Title: The Prize
Album: Parachute
Artist: Guster
Composer(s): Adam S Gardner, Brian A Rosenworcel, Ryan Miller

Lyric:
My, my, how things have changed
Since I have been away
It?s the first time
But it?s different, I?m afraid

Where?s the boy?
So happy to be near it
All he?s lost in the travel
Little part of me, so small

Cry for me, cry for him
Cry for the answer
Cry because it?s done
Cry for the feeling
Cry for the youth
All for the prize

Through different eyes
The promise that you have made forgets
See it as you may, deny it while you can
Search for the reason, as you beg to understand

Cry for me, cry for him
Cry for the answer
Cry because it?s done
Cry for the feeling
Cry for the youth
All for the prize

Come and go, don?t get pulled into the light
Come and go, wouldn?t believe it if you tried
Come and go, it?s as useless as it
You can go, the end we know
And you can go, the end we know

Well, I won't tell you anything
So far away you are to me
I won't tell you anything
So far away you are to me
Well, I won't tell you anything
So far away, no

Cry for me, cry for him
Cry for the answer
Cry because it?s done
Cry for the feeling
Cry for the youth
All for the prize

Cry for me, cry for him
Cry for the answer
Cry because it?s done
Cry for the feeling
Cry for the youth
All for the prize

My, my, I swear it?s been a lifetime
Since I have been away
It?s the last time
But somehow it?s all the same
Where?s the boy?

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Z - Justify My Thug - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - Justify My Thug
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Ingrid Chavez, Madonna Louise Ciccone, Darryl Mcdaniels, Madonna Lawrence Smith, Lenny Kravitz, Joseph Ward Simmons, Shawn Carter, David Blake

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Lyric:
This feel right, right here, quick
It's like it's supposed to happen, this one right here
Young, God damn
Let me justify my thug on this one right here

It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock
Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, the party 'bout to pop
Then rock a fella, yo

It's your boy S. Dot 'n' I ain't never been to jail
I ain't never pay a nigga to do no dirt for me
I was scared to do myself
I will never tell even if it means sittin' in a cell
I ain't never ran, never will

I ain't never been smacked
A nigga better keep his hands to himself
Or get clapped for what's under that man's belt
I never asked for nothin' I don't demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth

Death before dishonor and I tell you what else
I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help
Foolish pride is what held me together through the years
I wasn't felt, which is why I ain't never played myself

I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt
Before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail
But I never sat back feelin' sorry for myself
If you don't give me heaven, I'll raise hell 'til it's heaven

Justify my thug
(For you)
My thug, my thug for you
(Hoping, praying for you, for you)
(Fresh)

To justify my thug
My thug, my thug for you
(Hoping, praying for you, for you)
(Fresh)

Now if you shoot my dog, I'ma kill your cat
Just the unwritten laws in rap, know that
For every action there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin'
Relaxin's what I'm about but about mine

Don't be actin' like you can't see street action
Take me back to reasonable doubt time
You see my mind's on the finish line, facin' the wreck
I put my muh'fuckin' faith in the tec, tell Satan not yet

You understand I am chasin' my breath
I am narrowly escapin' my death, oh yes
I am the Michael Schumacher of the roc roster
Travelin' Mach 5, barrelin' my power can stop God

God forgive me but I can't let them deliver me to you
Until I won this race, then eventually
My engine gone burn out, I get whatever is meant for me
However it turns out fine, red line

Justify my thug
(For you)
My thug, my thug for you
(Hoping, praying for you)
(Fresh)

To justify my thug
My thug, my thug for you
(Hoping, praying for you)
(Fresh)

They say, "An eye for an eye", we both lose our sight
And two wrongs don't make a right
But when you been wrong and you know all along
That it's just one life, at what point does one fight?
(Good question, right)

'Fore you knock the war try to put your dogs in it
Ten-and-a-halfs for a minute-and-a-half
Bet that stops all the grinnin' and the laughs
When you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag

When your options is none and the pen is all you have
Or the block, niggaz standin' tight, there's limits on the ave
Tryin' to cop or shot-call, they self cleansin' in the cash
But can't put they name on paper 'cause then you on blast

Mr. President, there's drugs in our residence
Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us
Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up
Every other corner there's a liquor store, fuck is up

Justify my thug
(For you)
My thug, my thug for you
(Hoping, praying for you)
(Fresh)

To justify my thug
(For you)
My thug, my thug for you
(Hoping, praying for you)
(Fresh)

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Ain'T Nothing Changed - Lyrics - Only God Can Judge Me - Master P

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Bootie Call - Lyrics - All Saints - All Saints

Title: Bootie Call
Album: All Saints
Artist: All Saints
Composer(s): Shaznay Lewis, Karl Clive Jr. Gordon

Lyric:
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now

Never stop giving good love
'Cuz that's what I call you for
Never stop baby give it up
'Cuz I know where it came from you got more
I like playing games, and if it's all the same
You can bring it on with the ruff stuff
Then give me your love I don't wanna be tamed

I need a man to be a real man now
In order of what I got in store
Always finish what you start baby
And always having me beg for more
You know I wanna be a diggy down boy
But I don't get around
Jimmy has to ride in your pocket
Or lock him in your wallet
It's just a bootie call

Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now

Gaining you what is baby
Things are always good to have
You never let me down
I'm always happy, when you made me laugh
But don't try to find
This heart of mine
Emotions will come into my head, so don't be mislead
My heart doesn't need to be fed

Only tryin' to be smart baby
Don't need the roller coaster ride
I've been and seen and done it all yeah yeah
Don't want you messing with my mind
So don't be a fool
Keep this as your number one rule
Good lovin' is not always from the heart
You gotta be smart
Stay just the way you are

It's just a bootie call
It's just a bootie call
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
It's just a bootie call
Bring it on, bring it bring it on now
It's just a bootie call

{Do you really love me baby?}

It's a bootie call
It's a bootie call
It's a bootie
It's a bootie call
It's a bootie call
It's a bootie call
It's a bootie
It's a bootie call

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Gangsta Life - Lyrics - Tropical Storm - Beenie Man

Title: Gangsta Life
Album: Tropical Storm
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Davis, Dave Kelly

Lyric:
Well you done know
When gangsta touch the street
Food have fi eat
It's a gangsta life
Zagga zow

We squeeze and make cheese
Bu'n my enemy
Cats freeze and beg please
Put them on their knee
We seize the opportunities for our families to make G's
Bu'n the wannabes

We squeeze and make cheese
Bu'n my enemy
Cats freeze and make please
Put them on their knee
We seize the opportunities for our families to make G's

Straight from the gangsta town
Kingston, Jamaica, where we hold it down
Fools get killed for the chi-ching sound
Ain't got time to be fuckin' around
'Cause only the strong will survive the streets
Don't fuck around 'cause the dogs must eat
Punks get fucked up on my beat
Beenie puts it down with the blue steel heat

Gangsta been through lot of wars
Most of my niggas live behind bars
So I'm tellin' you so-called stars
Don't come around in your luxury cars
Fool, I swear you must be flakin'
Come around tellin' cats what you're makin'
Showin' off jewels like they can't be taken
You must be mistaken
Gimme that

We squeeze and make cheese
Bu'n my enemy
Cats freeze and beg please
Put them on their knee
We seize the opportunities for our families to make G's
Bu'n the wannabes

We squeeze and make cheese
Bu'n my enemy
Cats freeze and make please
Put them on their knee
We seize the opportunities for our families to make G's

Well we goin' straight to your cranium
From the sanitarium
Comin' to you heavy like I'm powered by uranium
Unleash my serium
On a whole stadium
And wild chicken head gettin' high from avilium

It's like, it's like shit's gettin' serious
Cats gettin' personal
Actin' all precarious
Niggas from various
Crews get delirious
Wonderin' if I'm a Gemini or Sagittarius

Dog this is hideous
By the way I'm curious
I moved along so why you gettin' furious?
Could it be the Grammy ting why they are malicin'
Or is it because I link
With Dave Kelly why them panickin'

While I'm rockin' it
Beenie man lockin' it
You bitchin' like a bitch
Fool, put a sock in it
Rude boy cockin' it
Hustler stockin' it
Anywhere I'm playin' at
Ladies will be flockin' it

We squeeze and make cheese
Bu'n my enemy
Cats freeze and beg please
Put them on their knee
We seize the opportunities for our families to make G's
Bu'n the wannabes

We squeeze and make cheese
Bu'n my enemy
Cats freeze and make please
Put them on their knee
We seize the opportunities for our families to make G's

Straight from the gangsta town
Kingston, Jamaica, where we hold it down
Fools get killed for the chi-ching sound
Ain't got time to be fuckin' around
'Cause only the strong will survive the streets
Don't fuck around 'cause the dogs must eat
Punks get fucked up on my beat
Beenie puts it down with the blue steel heat

Gangsta been through lot of wars
Most of my niggas live behind bars
So I'm tellin' you so-called stars
Don't come around in your luxury cars
Fool, I swear you must be flakin'
Come around tellin' cats what you're makin'
Showin' off jewels like they can't be taken
You must be mistaken
Gimme that

We squeeze and make cheese
Bu'n my enemy
Cats freeze and beg please
Put them on their knee
We seize the opportunities for our families to make G's
Bu'n the wannabes

We squeeze and make cheese
Bu'n my enemy
Cats freeze and make please
Put them on their knee
We seize the opportunities for our families to make G's

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Beg - Lyrics - The Melody And The Energetic Nature of Volume - Evans Blue

Title: Beg
Album: The Melody And The Energetic Nature of Volume
Artist: Evans Blue
Composer(s): Kevin Clarkson, Joseph Lauzon

Lyric:
There's a lit cigarette in the hand of my new angel
She's blowing smoke like halos
And now everybody wants her
But I shouldn't even bother

Because you made me so complete, dear
But you left me so alone here
Hang a noose for my new sinner
Somewhere everyone can see it

Won't you beg me and then tell me
How to love you like anybody else would
I know you're risking failure
(Risking failure)

Go, run for cover
(For how long?)
You better start to love her
So much you're moving on and on

Now there's a whole wide world
That wants to know
Have cheap hotels lost their turn-on?
She's bathing in the neon

And she's polluting all the airways
While I'm passed out in the hallway
And you left me so in love here
You left with so much hate, dear

Was I creating only chaos?
This world lives just fine without us

Won't you beg me and then tell me
How to love you like anybody else would
I know you're risking failure
(Risking failure)

Go, run for cover
(For how long?)
You better start love her
So much you're moving on and on

Will it change your life
If I change my mind?
When she's lit the whole wide world
I want to know if you will

Beg me and then tell me
How to love you like anybody else would
I know you're risking failure
(Risking failure)
But I'd hope you set your levels
(For how long)

So you can run for cover
You better start to love her
Now are we this pathetic?
You made me finally see it

Will it change your life
When I change my mind?
Will it change your mind
When I change my life?

Go, run for cover, you better fucking love her
(Will it change your mind)
So much you're moving on
(When I change my life?)

I'm so pathetic, you made me finally see it
(Will it change your mind)
Got what you want? I'm gone
(When I change my life?)

For how long? For how long?
For how long will it change your life?

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Made For Lovin You - Lyrics - Not That Kind - Anastacia

Title: Made For Lovin You
Album: Not That Kind
Artist: Anastacia
Composer(s): Louis Biancaneillo, Anastacia Newkirk, Sam Watters

Lyric:
Baby I've been waiting for some time
To find a way to free your mind, yeah
It's the simple things you do to me
That makes my heart forget to beat, yeah yeah

But I ain't here to try to play your fool, no no
I won't ever beg for you
But heaven blessed the day you find
What you've been looking for well, my baby you'd better know

Now I wanna take you higher
Don't keep me waiting on the outside love
Can't stop it if you wanted to
'Cause I was made for lovin' you, yeah yeah

I guess I thought it was a dream
Locked up in a mystery
Can't guess on what was meant to be
My soul just keeps on telling me, yeah yeah

'Cause I can't take this for another day
I've thought of us a hundred different ways
And I'd do anything for you
'Cause you were made for lovin' me and me for lovin' you

Now I wanna take you higher
Don't keep me waiting on the outside love
Can't stop it if you wanted to
'Cause I was made for lovin' you, yeah yeah

Now I wanna take you higher
Don't keep me waiting on the outside love
Can't stop it if you wanted to
'Cause I was made for lovin' you, yeah, yeah

It's time that you let me know baby
I ain't going, I ain't gonna play your games
I can't face another day
There's nothing left for me to say
Oh yeah, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now I wanna take you higher
Don't keep me waiting on the outside love
Can't stop it if you wanted to
'Cause I was made for lovin' you, baby, oh no

Now I wanna take you higher
Don't keep me waiting on the outside love
Can't stop it if you wanted to
'Cause I was made for lovin' you, yeah yeah

Now I wanna take you higher
Don't keep me waiting on the outside love
Can't stop it if you wanted to
'Cause I was made for lovin' you, yeah yeah

Now I wanna take you higher
Don't keep me waiting on the outside love
Can't stop it if you wanted to
'Cause I was made for lovin' you

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