Bent For You - Lyrics - Alanis Morissette

Title: Bent For You
Artist: Alanis Morissette
Composer(s): Alanis Morissette

Lyric:
You're unsure and you're not ready
So that must mean I want you
You're unavailable and disinterested
To you I look for comfort

A million times in a million ways
I will try to change you
A million months and a million days
I'll try to convince you

I have waited for you
And adjusted for you and I'm done
I have deferred to you
And enabled you and I'm done

You're too young or you're too old
Or you're simply not inclined
You're asleep or you're withholding
Be that my cue to crave you

Several times in several ways
I'll try to squeeze love from you
Several hours and several ways
I'll feast on scraps thrown from you

I have bent for you
And I've deprived for you and I'm done
I have depressed for you
And contorted for you and I'm done

I have stifled for you
And I've compromised for you and I'm done
I have silenced for you
And sacrificed for you and I'm done

It won't be long before I am reclaimed
And it won't take long and I'll be on path again
It won't be easy for us to disengage
And I'm at the end of self-deprivation stage

You're afraid of every woman
Afraid of your inner workings
You cringe at the thought of living under
The same roof as me, God and everything

A million times and a million ways
I've tried to alter to match you
Several times every several days
I've tried to uncrush on you

I have waited for you
And adjusted for you and I'm done
I have deferred to you
And enabled you and I'm done

I have bent for you
And I've deprived for you and I'm done
I have depressed for you
And I've contorted for you and I'm done

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Bent 4 U - Lyrics - Feast On Scraps - Alanis Morissette

Title: Bent 4 U
Album: Feast On Scraps
Artist: Alanis Morissette
Composer(s): Alanis Morissette

Lyric:
You're unsure and you're not ready
So that must mean I want you
You're unavailable and disinterested
To you I look for comfort

A million times in a million ways
I will try to change you
A million months and a million days
I'll try to convince you

I have waited for you and adjusted for you
And I'm done
I have deferred to you and enabled you
And I'm done

You're too young or you're too old
Or you're simply not inclined
You're asleep or you're withholding
Be that my cue to crave you

Several times in several ways
I'll try to squeeze love from you
Several hours and several ways
I'll feast on scraps thrown from you

I have bent 4 u and I've deprived for you
And I'm done
I have depressed for you and I contorted for you
And I'm done

I have stifled for you and I've compromised for you
And I'm done
I have silenced for you and sacrificed for you
And I'm done

It won't be long before I am reclaimed
It won't take long and I'll be on path again
It won't be easy for us to disengage
I'm at the end of self deprivation stage

You're afraid of every woman
Afraid of your inner workings
You cringe at the thought of living under
The same roof as me God and everything

A million times and a million ways
I've tried to alter to match you
Several times every several days
I've tried to uncrush on you

I have waited for you and adjusted for you
And I'm done
I have deferred to you and enabled you
And I'm done

I have bent 4 u and I've deprived for you
And I'm done
I have depressed for you and I contorted for you
And I'm done

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Momma - Lyrics - Fishscale - Ghostface Killah

Title: Momma
Album: Fishscale
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): David Axelrod, Dennis David Coles, L. Coppin, D. Matthews, Earl Palmer, Shaffer Smith

Lyric:
Damn, this is for all my women
That been going through the struggle
On welfare, living the rough life

It's gon' be alright
That's right
This is how we gon'
That's right

This is how we gon' do it
I want you to explain your story
I'ma tell you mine
Tell 'em

Hustlin', strivin', strugglin' survivin'
Momma, momma
Never realizing, that you were a diamond
Momma, momma

Through the sun or the rain, through the pain
I'ma hold you down, hold you down
Through the good, or the bad times, I got love for you
The stress and the heart aches, so much love for you, yeah

Yo, it's not ya momma fault, it's ya fathers fault
It's your fathers fault your mother is an alcoholic
Confusin' the brain from the booze and the pain
And plus he cheated on her, beated on her, smack dead in the rain

She lost her first child in 74
And that lead to nervous breakdowns bacardi dark she downin' it raw
She can't take it, she constantly cryin', fallin' down on her knees

Like help me, Lord, please, I'm ready to leave
All she needed was somebody to rub her feet
Give her a nice hug and rescue her from off these streets, c'mon

Hustlin', strivin', strugglin' survivin'
Momma, momma
Never realizing, that you were a diamond
Momma, momma

Through the sun or the rain, through the pain
I'ma hold you down, hold you down
Through the good, or the bad times, I got love for you
The stress and the heart aches, so much love for you, yeah

I been sent by an angel to snatch you up
Take you way above the clouds and back you up
At night, you can lay in my arms feel the heart beatin'
Don status in the sheets, I'm keepin' you warm

Ain't no nigga gone do what I do
I'ma take care of you and ya kids
Take the bent and go handle ya biz
The bills is paid,the cable back on

I quote you know the seeds want they nickelodeon on
I'm not ashamed to sport you
Floss you or gloss you out
Fat, skinny out of shape I'll dior you out

Hustlin', strivin', strugglin' survivin'
Momma, momma
Never realizing, that you were a diamond
Momma, momma

Through the sun or the rain, through the pain
I'ma hold you down, hold you down
Through the good, or the bad times, I got love for you
The stress and the heart aches, so much love for you, yeah

In the hood there's a struggle, my girl is in trouble
She lackin' guidance in the mind, she's blinded and puzzled
Her pops never showed her the ropes
Her moms raised mad kids on her own
She never had a strong man in her home

Nothing in this life, sun don't always shine
But it can't rain all the time
(Everything's gonna be alright)

Somebody sees your pain
You will never hurt again
I see you momma, yeah
I see you momma

You can cry yours eyes
(Cry your eyes)
It will be alright
(It will be alright)

Hustlin', strivin', strugglin' survivin'
Momma, momma
Never realizing, that you were a diamond
Momma, momma

Through the sun or the rain, through the pain
I'ma hold you down, hold you down
Through the good, or the bad times, I got love for you
The stress and the heart aches, so much love for you, yeah

Through the good or the bad times
Through the stress and the heart ache

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Shinin' Star - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Shinin' Star
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): D Murphy, F Mizell, L Mizell, L Dechalus, W Dixon, R Mizell

Lyric:
Yeah yeah, uhh, uh-huh
Brand Nubian, yeah yeah, check it

You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are

Uhh, now it started it off for me in apartment 6C
Project style, ate government cheese for a while
Pop Duke wasn't there 'cos he had to do a bid
So momma love stuck with these bad ass kids
She used to say, "Keep your head up, always think positive
And never be ashamed of who you are or where you live
Teenage years I had to struggle doing that"

Shorty say, "Don't talk to him, girlfriend, look where he live at
Crib probably crawlin' with roaches and rats
Plus cats be in his hallways with the drugs and the gats"
I used to try and honeys used to walk on by
Now I'm damn near 20 and still ain't got no ride
Caught a record deal, now them same old chicks
That used to walk on by go out their way to say, hi
But they gets none that's why I'm with the same girl
From the same projects that I come from because

You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are
You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are

Well this is that time that you've waited for
Three linked from what was said to be extinct
You say, "Take my weed-smellin' ass home"
I'm grown more thirst than if I swallowed sand bags
Not fending enough to go out and grab bags from women
I swear if we don't hear this on the air I'll be down at the station
Your broadcast from Monday has now been switched to no day
With the class team that I'm with, we stay fit
Just like the calm before the twister hit

Brand Nubian name is gonna blister shit
We raise the flags in three places
Employ black faces from midnight blacks to light tan
Brand Nubian straight rate policy for the world
For your little man, for your little girl, from Cheryl to Earl
Watch how it all go down and unfurl
Mark this print, I feel like we've all been sent
It's more than gettin' money and gettin' bent
Word life, 'cos you're a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are

You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are

Brand Nubian cats spread
A four-letter word seldom heard amongst my nation
Understandings highest elevation, the foundation
Of creation of motivation, in my family there's no relation
They got us willing to be killing off our population, full-time occupation
We need to turn it around like oscillation
Or watch it all burn to the ground from frustration

Lord Jamar, I'ma show love to all my people who show
To me that's how it's gotta be peace to prodigy and Mobb Deep
God's working hard on the streets for the love of the peeps
Niggas bring their ass in the clubs every week
Walk right past the brothers and they can't speak
All hands meet to shake, for Pete's sake
Let's break the ice, life livin' love, love livin' life

You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are
You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are

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Endlessly, She Said - Lyrics - Decemberunderground - Afi

Title: Endlessly, She Said
Album: Decemberunderground
Artist: Afi
Composer(s): Adam A Carson, Jade Errol Puget, David Paden Marchand, Hunter Lawrence Burgan

Lyric:
Walked into our world and made
Horrible sounds
I can still hear them today
(Bleakly they sing)
Beautiful now
For they all passed my love

Still each time I always meant
Every word, every one.
Though in time they finally bent
Every word, every one, every word

"I will wait for you", she said
Endlessly
"I will wait for you", so spoke
Misery

I returned to you but found
My empty home
The radio told me to stay
(As it burned on)
I sang alone
Here will I pass, my love

Still each time I always meant
Every word, every one
Though in time they finally bent
Every word, every one, every word

"I will wait for you", she said
Endlessly
"I will wait for you", so spoke
Misery

I have been waiting for you
Biting as you talk me through
I have come to relieve you
Of life and love

I will wait for you
I will wait for you
I will wait for you

I will wait
I will wait

"I will wait for you", she said
(I will wait)
Endlessly
"I will wait for you", so spoke
(I will wait)
Misery

I will wait for you
Wait for you
Endlessly

"I will wait for you"
So spoke
So spoke
Misery

I will wait straight through
As I wait for you
Dear
Endlessly

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You Are Everything - Lyrics - Enter The Dru - Dru Hill

Title: You Are Everything
Album: Enter The Dru
Artist: Dru Hill
Composer(s): Mark Sisqo Andrews, Rick Cousins

Lyric:
Can I play for you, baby
Hey yo Woody, help me out, yeah
Hey yo Jazz, you chill for a minute, ya know
Yeah, you like that?
Gonna sing a song for you, listen

Last night we had an argument
Afterwards, I'm feelin' pretty bent with
Then I took a drink and I didn't think
What was in store for me

So I wrote a letter
Dropped it on the bedroom floor
I never felt this way before, no
I grabbed my coat and closed the door

Baby I'm sorry, oh yeah
Will you forgive me, oh yeah
And let me be your only one?
'Cause you are

You are everything
And I would give you anything
Sorry for what I've done
I wanna be your only one

Girl I apologize
For all your tears when you cried
Sorry for what I've done
I wanna be your only one

Girl I apologize for all the tears
And all the lies
And if by chance just one more chance
I swear I'll be the epitome of a good man

I'm sorry, baby
Hey, yeah
And let me be your only one
'Cause you are

You are everything
And I would give you anything
Sorry for what I've done
I wanna be your only one

Girl I apologize
For all your tears when you cried
Sorry for what I've done
I wanna be your only one

Oh, oh, come on, come on
You are everything and everything is you
You are everything, yo yo everything I do
Oh you are everything and everything is you
You are everything, girl, you're everything I do

Oh you are everything and everything is you
You are everything, girl, you're everything I do
Oh you are everything and everything is you
You are everything, girl, you're everything I do

You are everything
And I would give you anything
Sorry for what I've done
I wanna be your only one

Girl I apologize
For all your tears when you cried
Sorry for what I've done
I wanna be your only one

You are everything
And everything is you
You are everything
And everything is you

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You Are Everything (Remix) - Lyrics - Dru Hill

Title: You Are Everything (Remix)
Artist: Dru Hill
Composer(s): Mark Sisqo Andrews, Rick Cousins

Lyric:
Can I play for you, baby
Hey yo Woody, help me out, yeah
Hey yo Jazz, you chill for a minute, ya know
Yeah, you like that?
Gonna sing a song for you, listen

Last night we had an argument
Afterwards, I'm feelin' pretty bent with
Then I took a drink and I didn't think
What was in store for me

So I wrote a letter
Dropped it on the bedroom floor
I never felt this way before, no
I grabbed my coat and closed the door

Baby I'm sorry, oh yeah
Will you forgive me, oh yeah
And let me be your only one?
'Cause you are

You are everything
And I would give you anything
Sorry for what I've done
I wanna be your only one

Girl I apologize
For all your tears when you cried
Sorry for what I've done
I wanna be your only one

Girl I apologize for all the tears
And all the lies
And if by chance just one more chance
I swear I'll be the epitome of a good man

I'm sorry, baby
Hey, yeah
And let me be your only one
'Cause you are

You are everything
And I would give you anything
Sorry for what I've done
I wanna be your only one

Girl I apologize
For all your tears when you cried
Sorry for what I've done
I wanna be your only one

Oh, oh, come on, come on
You are everything and everything is you
You are everything, yo yo everything I do
Oh you are everything and everything is you
You are everything, girl, you're everything I do

Oh you are everything and everything is you
You are everything, girl, you're everything I do
Oh you are everything and everything is you
You are everything, girl, you're everything I do

You are everything
And I would give you anything
Sorry for what I've done
I wanna be your only one

Girl I apologize
For all your tears when you cried
Sorry for what I've done
I wanna be your only one

You are everything
And everything is you
You are everything
And everything is you

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Nothin' About You Is Good For Me - Lyrics - Heaven, Heartache, and the Power of Love - Trisha Yearwood

Title: Nothin' About You Is Good For Me
Album: Heaven, Heartache, and the Power of Love
Artist: Trisha Yearwood
Composer(s): Karyn Rochelle

Lyric:
Don't come knockin' on my door no more
Don't you come around here messin' with me
Don't call me, baby, your pretty lady
Ain't the same little woman that she used to be

Don't you come over here layin' on the horn
Don't call my telephone one more time
Don't call my mama, don't call my sister
Don't nobody care what's on your mind

All your silver-tongue, sweet-talkin' lies
They got old a long, long time ago
You know it's a shame you're so
Hell bent on bein' hard-headed
(Ain't it though)

You ain't nothin' but a reason to run
You ain't got nothin' good for no one
No heart, no class, no job, no clue
Ain't nothin' about you good for me, baby
Nothin' about you is good for me, no

Don't you come over here wheelin' and a dealin'
Don't come around here beggin' me back
Makin' it a promise, not a nickel in your pocket
With your mouth writing checks that you can't cash

All your silver-tongue, sweet-talkin' lies
They got old a long, long time ago
You know it's a shame you're so
Hell bent on bein' hard-headed
(Ain't it though)

You ain't nothin' but a reason to run
You ain't got nothin' good for no one
No heart, no class, no job, no clue
Ain't nothin' about you good for me, baby
Nothin' about you is good for me, no

All your silver-tongue, sweet-talkin' lies
They got old a long, long time ago
You know it's a shame you're so
Hell bent on bein' hard-headed

You ain't nothin' but a reason to run
You ain't got nothin' good for no one
No heart, no class, no job, no clue
Ain't nothin' about you good for me, baby
Nothin' about you is good for me

I said, nothin' about you is good for me, baby
Nothin' about you is good for me, no

Don't come knockin' on my door no more
Don't you come around here messin' with me
Don't call me, baby, your pretty lady
Ain't the same little woman that she used to be

Don't come knockin' on my door no more
Don't you come around here messin' with me
Don't call me, baby, your pretty lady
Ain't the same little woman that she used to be, no
No, no

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The Start Of Your Ending (41st Side) - Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

Title: The Start Of Your Ending (41st Side)
Album: The Infamous
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
You know what I'm sayin'? I wanna say what's up to my man
Louie you know he's still here, drop this one for you you know
For those that only know the 41st side, yeah, word up yo this beat is ill

I keep the real pack steel like my man Y.G.
When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm swayze
You must be crazy kid
Man I never did forever wildin' that's how we live up in the Bridge
You just sit scared cock back the gat then hit a nigga like a big

25 naw kid you gettin' life
Forever burnin' in hell niggas is trife
It's the, semi auto you can bring it on yo
I'm pullin' out strippin' niggas just like a porno flick

I'm sick the Mobb rolls thick
Cross paths with my clique and get vic
I'm on some bullshit that's how I was raised G
Slept at the stage have you slippin' down blazin'

In pools of alcohol walk before you crawl
I'm in this to win this you gonna take a fall
The Infamous Queensbridge kid we on the scene kid
Creepin' for those that's caught sleepin'
Don't ever do that I run with two macs

And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed with the street sweeper

'Cause I'm my brothers keeper
The Grim Reaper holdin' with nothin' but big batters
And big bad is and big hedence
Blow ya three times leave a mark like Adidas

Jig you I know how to fix you
Pretty boy frontin' hard is the issue
Word to my unborn you get scolded
Old and molded when I get bent you get folded

Every rhyme is the truth that I must get cross
Put your right on your back take it to the source
No doubt I'm stuck and I can't get out
Of this lifestyle the 41st side get bent run wild

The 41st side too you know how we do
Violate motherfucker I'm a see you, with the linden
It's the start of your endin' settin' it again and again

Yeah kid, big time boy 12th street representin' it
A big shout out to my man, Tear Gas, Think, Nate whole crew kid
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm sayin' couso
Richie Fraud known to leave ya scarred
Big shoot out to my man Heavy L. Big Palms representin'

Yo it's the P. E. double push a Lex bubble in the winter
You can't come alone only the hoes can enter
Told him to meet me at six on the hill at the center
Took her to the west way and bent her right over
Stay intoxicated never sober

Face it, violate and get laced while you wastin'
Slugs you ain't buckin' nothin'
You better off buckin' yourself you need to stop frontin'

I use to drive an Ac and kept a mac in the engine
Little painted it black with crack sales intentions
To blow up the whole projects the Infamous
Our sons will grow up to be murderers and terrorists

It's the nigga in me accompanied by the Coniac
You can ask around don't fuck with the Mobb
I could of told you that where you been at?
You must of cut class
If it ain't me another member of my crew will kick your ass

Who do damage to limbs
In '91 stompin' you out with black Tims
Prodigy and the H A V O C from the Q B C
Puttin' cowards where they're suppose to be
If I don't know your face then don't come close to me

I got too much beef for that drama in the 3rd degree
And to the kids you don't wanna be me
I'm up in the mix of action when niggas wanna kill me

But it's the start of they endin' my man's lendin'
Me his linden 42 shots dependin'
On weather or not the clip is full to the top
We bustin' caps non stop
Blazin' in all the shows and even at the hoes

Naw, naw, chill son chill and it's the start of your ending
Yeah yeah it's the start of niggas endin' you know what I'm sayin'?
And it's the start of your ending
All y'all weak ass crews that got drama with mines

You know what I'm sayin'? It's the start of your ending
And it's the motherfuckin' start of the ending
You know who you fuckin' with you know what will happen
41st side get bent run wild, 41st side get bent run wild
Word up you know what I'm sayin'?

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Game Over - Lyrics - Destiny Fulfilled - Destiny'S Child

Title: Game Over
Album: Destiny Fulfilled
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Michael Burton, Beyonce Knowles, Kelly Rowland, Michelle Williams, Patrick Douthit, Sean Garrett, Phillip Terry

Lyric:
Six foot, dark skin damn baby you got me open
Your heart is so big buy anything Kelly be wantin'
Your just God send, ooh the way you be talkin'
It's got my attention I ain't do nothin' but listenin'

Ain't no one like you, that makes me wanna
Kiss like you nobody ever could handle this
Like you for anybody askin'

The game is over ain't no touch like you
That makes me wanna touch like you
Nobody ever could handle this like you
For anybody askin' the game is over

My boy is so hood he does that thing to me
So good his mindset, so complex, you never think his from the projects
He is my best friend perfect fit for a husband
His swagger his confidence that's got his lil' momma's mind bent

Thank God
You sent him to save me
(My joy, oh my joy)
His smile is so amazing
(My heart is open for the taking)

Ain't no one like you, that makes me wanna
Kiss like you nobody ever could handle this
Like you for anybody askin'

The game is over ain't no touch like you
That makes me wanna touch like you
Nobody ever could handle this like you
For anybody askin' the game is over

Ain't no one like you, that makes me wanna
Kiss like you nobody ever could handle this
Like you for anybody askin'

The game is over ain't no touch like you
That makes me wanna touch like you
Nobody ever could handle this like you
For anybody askin' the game is over

Ooh my man, my man, he does whatever it takes
To satisfy me, this man, this man
He knows me inside out my wants and my needs
His ways are so unique, the way he protects me

No price, no ring no house, no matieral thing
Could ever take him from me ain't no one like you
Ain't no one like you

Ain't no one like you, that makes me wanna
Kiss like you nobody ever could handle this
Like you for anybody askin'

The game is over ain't no touch like you
That makes me wanna touch like you
Nobody ever could handle this like you
For anybody askin' the game is over

Ain't no one like you, that makes me wanna
Kiss like you nobody ever could handle this
Like you for anybody askin'

The game is over ain't no touch like you
That makes me wanna touch like you
Nobody ever could handle this like you
For anybody askin' the game is over

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The Realest - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: The Realest
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan W Muchita, Barbara Gaskins, Albert J Johnson, Nathaniel Wilson, A Maman

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Lyric:
The killa's shit dun, no doubt
The undisputed

For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up durin' these times
For police who'll find drugs, let niggas slide
For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night

For your man's not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
It's been a realest shit you heard in your life

Yo when the gats reveal, you cats get peeled and that's the deal
Fuck a bitch-ass that switch fast niggas that lack the real
When the slugs burst G.Rap be aimin' at your mug first
Niggas is blood thirst we'll see who get plugged worst

We dug earth the place you put the nickel-plate is to your facial
Bullets ain't racial kid the only hate you
My nine will seem like it's a time machine B.C. date you
Jackin' you more than Ripper my fifth's an organ shifter

The human organism lifter you'll be hearin' organs
If ya leavin' orphans, if ya
Let these fours hit ya where the law split ya
A fork pitcher to bump heads with those that dump lead

Accurate shot in back of your knot
Leave you one dead G.Rap, Havoc and Prodigy
Let's put these bitch niggas where bodies be dun
Yo if it gotta be, it gotta be

For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up durin' these times
For police who'll find drugs, let niggas slide
For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night

For your man's not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
It's been a realest shit you heard in your life

When the gat spit some niggaz get blown off the atlas
It happens unsolved mystery re-enatmus
Get practiced what you lack is you think like the average
Jake Stone found a leavin', crime scenes entangled

Nothin' but cannons get conspicuous
Like a man a little branded with the serial scratched
Wild out a part of the pack 'cause they made me like that
If I could push back the clock probably leave it like that

Draw blood for my nigga G O D ,TY Nitty and Twin
And Twin is not here plus my kin
Killa B forever with me quick to settle with me
Into QB to show love throughout the years with me

You got guns we got guns the serious ones
Leaving foul powder stuck in your lungs
We come from where niggas look out for they dun-duns
Love never disrespect hit niggas we re-direct

For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up durin' these times
For police who'll find drugs, let niggas slide
For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night

For your man's not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
It's been a realest shit you heard in your life

Never prejudge, it be the humble that squeeze slugs
It be the ones standin' still that'll peel guns
Spill blood for my duns thuggin' for me
Man you don't wanna get involved fuckin' with Pee

I spent more nights illin', less nights chillin'
The more shots they hold the better they feel it
What be the dealizz, some killas like to hide behind specs
Others got blatant disrespectin' the rest

Or so young that you wouldn't even expect
To be burstin' off guns like a Vietnam vet
On the steps sittin' in the staircase bent
Thinkin' on ways to take another man's head

Go to war with niggas that's against what I rep
I settle things with a heavy metal fifth
Change clips, switch clothes after I spit
Place niggas back in they space fuck's on ya mind kid

For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up durin' these times
For police who'll find drugs let niggas slide
For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night

For your man's not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
It's been a realest shit you heard in your life

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Grand Finale - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: Grand Finale
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): N Jones, I Lorenzo, L Patterson, L Young, C Smith, R Mays, E Simmons

Lyric:
I ain't goin' back to jail
Next time, the county or the state see me
It's gonna be in a bag

Uhh, this is it, baby
End of the road, ha hah
When you a dawg, you a dawg for life
You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though
You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon

Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
From the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
Out that S-class for fakin', forty-fo' blast
Is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible
For the weak to last, now behold the unstoppable

Third eye watchin' you, watchin' me
Throwin' rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
'Cuz we family for better or worse, you and I
From the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt

To be here and each year, I'm pourin' out more beer
For deceased peers, holdin' fort
Police line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
In the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
Killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale

Who wan' test me, c'mon
Me shot pussy-hole fi fun

Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood pullin' they gats
Fiend yellin' out, who got those? Go and see
Shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough
Thug faces, fugitives runnin' from court cases

Slugs shootin' past for the love of drug paper
Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers
And God'll throw a beam of lightning down 'cuz he feel us
May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest
The Mayor wanna call the swat team to come and kill us
But, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live
To get revenge and we ride to the end
Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn and still rise

Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
And only five in, the Belly of the beast
Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth
We slangin' to eat, bringin' the heat
Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh

When you a dawg you a dawg for life
(Ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love
(See eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life
(Let us fly)
Come on niggaz
(We dawgs for life)

When you a dawg you a dawg for life
(Ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love
(See eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life
(Let us fly)
Come on niggaz
(We dawgs for life)

There's mad money out here dawg
Mad money out here
What you tryin' to get it?
(Word up)
You gonna bust your gun to get it?
(Tsh, whatever yo)
I hear you, I hear you

Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem
Pinch myself to wake up 'cuz I know it's a dream
Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob 'em
Niggaz that know me well, see me and think I'ma problem
I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
But word to God, I turn your last name to Underwood
'Cuz if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me
What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D

The dawg come and getcha outside
The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed
Gun blows, bullets whistle wouldn't miss you
Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
Drama, it's right here, how much you need?
Beat you down with gat see how much you bleed

How much you plead for your life, you was a killer
And all the bitches comin' up out that ass you feelin', gettin' realer
Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime
One more nine, c'mon cry nigga
It's over, this is the shit, that hits hard
You either the last one standing or the last one to fall

When you a dawg you a dawg for life
(Ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love
(See eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life
(Let us fly)
Come on niggaz
(We dawgs for life)

When you a dawg you a dawg for life
(Ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love
(See eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life
(Let us fly)
Come on niggaz
(We dawgs for life)

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Jamboree - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Title: Jamboree
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Vincent Vinnie Brown, Anthony Criss, Benny Golson

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Lyric:
I wanna see y'all, who wanna plan with me
Wave your hands across the land if we family
Say hot-damn, hot-damn, we wanna jamboree
This for my peeps here, I stand for you 'cause you stand for me

C'mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn
I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree
I know I jam, I know I jam jam
Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me?
Yes, indeed

Kaboom kaboom, the platoon came on in eight limbs and timbs
Broke rims, smoked sims, whoop dogs with bent rims
For the real and the raw, from who'd up with the law
I never kill for the thrill, but I cut for the cars
Smokin' buddha with a hoota', get better prices from looters
Shake my shell with the shooters, leed a luga with duga
Some say modelin' and acting mean treach is selling

While I'm yelling, first a felon with my gat at ya melon
Hella heated, too ill for them to beat it
Most cheated, most weeded, most needed, you best believe it
Let's take the tapes jam for me, stand for me
You're damned to be without the Jamboree

C'mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn
I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree
I know I jam, I know I jam jam
Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me?
Yes, indeed

We've put it down since the days of high school
And everywhere we mark we rule
Naughty's about to raise our stock
And we didn't come to brag about what we got nigga
We came to rock
We blew the spot taking the streets to pac
You'd be thug-style for a while
Then cold rolled our jock

Using them last few years as our evidence
Niggas been tryin' to duplicate the mixture ever since
You live in value reprimanded, if you challenge me I guarantee
When we finish, I'll be the last man standing
Fuck what you heard, Naughty is forever in demand
When Kay drop tracks, all the party people jammin'

I wanna see y'all, who wanna plan with me
Wave your hands across the land if we family
Say hot-damn hot-damn, we wanna jamboree
This for my peeps here, I stand for you 'cause you stand for me

C'mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn
I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree
I know I jam, I know I jam jam
Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me?
Yes, indeed

I ask the thugs who have mercy in these days is dirty
I'm still sturdy and flirty till my derby for jersey
The funk is pass booted, lights, camera, shoot it
I just did it to do it, that's why I suit it and boot it
Here's the graphic, niggas is just a tattered and added
Orgy's are automatic from back-traffic to addicts
Crush the cabbage straight from the savage to lavish
We rip those who rat it, thats why your click had it
Dog, cats to coochies, for me it's lootchies, then hootchies

'Cause we'll drop a cuzzie that leaves your whole label woozy
And shitty and dizzy because your whole city miss me
They whip out their titties and from they kiddies throw me
50's in bundles of 100's, and make every hater want it
Drunk and blunt it knock onto the hottest nigga comin'
Kay scratch and cut ya, no matta what you make 'em
Wanna come and touch her, the punani rusher like Usher

C'mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn
I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree
I know I jam, I know I jam jam
Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me?
Yes, indeed

C'mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn
I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree
I know I jam, I know I jam jam
Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me?
Yes, indeed

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Lost Ones - Lyrics - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill - Lauryn Hill

Title: Lost Ones
Album: The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill
Artist: Lauryn Hill
Composer(s): Lauryn Hill, Tejunold Newton, Rasheem Pugh, Frederick Hibbert, Vada Nobles, Johari Newton

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Lyric:
It's funny how money change a situation
Miscommunication lead the complication
My emancipation don't fit your equation
I was on the humble, you on every station

Some wan' play young Lauryn like she dumb
But remember not a game new under the sun
Everything you did has already been done
I know all the tricks from bricks to Kingston

My ting done made your kingdom wan' run
Now understand L. Boogie's non violent
But if a thing test me, run for mi gun
Can't take a threat to mi newborn son

L's been this way since creation
A groupie call you fall from temptation
Now you wanna ball over separation
Tarnish my image in your conversation
Who you gon' scrimmage like you the champion
You might win some but you just lost one

You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one

Now, now how come your talk turn cold
Gained the whole world for the price of your soul
Tryin' to grab hold of what you can't control
Now you're all floss, what a sight to behold

Wisdom is better than silver and gold
I was hopeless now I'm on hope road
Every man want to act like he's exempt
When him need to get down on his knees and repent

Can't slick talk on the day of judgement
Your movement's similar to a serpent
Tried to play straight, how your whole style bent?
Consequence is no coincidence

Hypocrites always want to play innocent
Always want to take it to the full out extent
Always want to make it seem like good intent
Never want to face it when it's time for punishment

I know that you don't wanna hear my opinion
But there come many paths and you must choose one
And if you don't change then the rain soon come
See you might win some but you just lost one

You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one

You might win some but you really lost one
You just lost one, it's so silly how come
When it's all done did you really gain from
What you done done, it's so silly how come
You just lost one

Now don't you understand man universal law
What you throw out comes back to you, star
Never underestimate those who you scar
Cause karma, karma, karma comes back to you hard

You can't hold God's people back that long
The chain of Shatan wasn't made that strong
Tryin' to pretend like your word is your bond
But until you do right, all you do will go wrong

Now some might mistake this for just a simple song
And some don't know what they have 'til it's gone
Now even when you're gone you can still be reborn
And from the night can arrive the sweet dawn

Now, some might listen and some might shun
And some may think that they've reached perfection
If you look closely you'll see what you've become
'Cause you might win some but you just lost one

You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one

You might win some but you really lost one
You just lost one, it's so silly how come
When it's all done did you really gain from
What you done done, it so silly how come

You might win some but you really lost one
You just lost one, it's so silly how come
When it's all done did you really gain from
What you done done, it so silly how come

You just lost one
You just lost one
You just lost one
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Money, Power, Respect - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Money, Power, Respect
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): David Styles, Jason T Phillips, Deric Micheal Angelettie, Sean Combs, Sean D Jacobs, Earl Simmons, James Herb Smith, Ronald Anthony Lawrence, Kimberly Jones

Lyric:
See I believe in money, power, and respect
First You get the money
Then you get the muthafuckin, power
After you get the fuckin' power muthafuckas will respect you

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect

Ayo my whole clique bout it, 'bout it
We take yours while you pout about it
Truck, step out the whore's wanna' crowd around it
You could see me on optimum TV

Go in your bathroom turn the light out, scream
Bloody Mary, 1, 2, 3
Sheek ain't your usual friend
About to setchu' up like Kaiser and walk straight at the end

I'm done wit' ice and charms
I'm tryin' my whole casket when I'm gone
Pull up wit' class on the don'
Once I meet em' I greet 'em

Kiss his feet for freedom
Tell 'em thank you lord
'Cuz on Earth I was gettin' bored
Now resurrect me back to this cat called Sheek

So I can make this album
And get back the cats that's weak
Two thirty, six two
Me bust for you that's like a cat vs a pitbull

Gun, know clip full, keep hunger
And plan for the future, 'cuz you figure
You gon' be older
Way longer than you gon' be younger

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
It's the key to life

Only time could tell how the clock ticks
I'm really loved here but I'm still a hostage
Two personalities check the posture
Smoke out the mouth clear out the nostrils

You think of death but the life seem scary
I'm past the graveyard seein' people Hail Mary
I ain't chillin til' I'm out parachutin'
Race my man in mountain climbin' for about ten diamonds

Twenty five thousand a piece
Fuck streets
Tryin' to own the island
Forget about wilin'

Try ridin' in the car that be glidin'
If I showed you where I lived you would think I was hidin'
Sling dick to chicks that don't speak English
Wake up in Trinidad, like fuckin' 'em rich
Come back, private jet live on set
If you could shit gold like you split the decks

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect

Yo nutin' but the hotness
Whenever we drop this
Monotonous for y'all to keep hatin'
'Cuz y'all never gon' stop us
I keep my rocks spotless, and my hoes topless
Take time try to figure out who da Lox is

Fear no one
Kick rhymes like Shoguns
You scared to blow one
Get robbed wit' your own gun

If I don't respect you I'm ah check you
And if I don't kiss you I'm a peck you
Right before I wet' chu
I sneeze on tracks an' bless you

I'm special
And if you like workin' out
then I'm gon' stretch you
Husslin' is dead but we still get red

Turn the spots in the bakeries to get back bread
And y'all said my monies spent
But it's in the Bent
So when the feds come the dogs can't get a scent

For my story, self-explanatory
that I'm the hottest thing on the street
An' yall ain't got nutin' for me

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect

Arf, arf
This is a beat that I can freak to
just drop the reals
Plus a nigga wit' the ill
Y'all niggas know my skills

Ass from the grills get em' up
split em' up, wet em' up
And watch em' come get em' up
Set em' up

When you do dirt, you get dirt
Bitch, I'll make your shit hurt
Step back like I did worse
This ain't no fucking game

You think I'm playin', till you layin'
To where? The junkyard decayin'
Mom's at home prayin'
That chu comin' home

But chu not, 'cuz you sittin' up in the trunk startin to rot
And hell is hot, I know because I'm here now Baby
It's goin' down baby
Git the full pound baby

And let off up in a nigga
especially if he think he bigga'
than my muthafuckin' trigga'
Did I? Can I get my? Is it gone?
DMX represent for one time, it's on

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect

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Hold Up - Lyrics - Onyx

Title: Hold Up
Artist: Onyx
Composer(s): Kirk Jones, Kejuan Muchita, Fred Scruggs, Fredro Starr

Lyric:
Yeah, nigga, yeah, south suicide Queens
That's right, Q U, nigga, yea yea
Shit like that, know what Im sayin', put these drinks up
Ya heard? Let's do this right, what? Yo

Hold up, this is for my thugs on the block
For my one stop niggaz that be huggin' the spot
Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get that cake
Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta cover they face

Kick some tye, big truck with tricks inside
In too deep, tryna sell bricks from the side
See no games, with real niggaz from other hoods
Car titles get lost, some niggaz get jooked

But God forgive me if a nigga cross the fam
Holdin' the heat, the streets'll make me force ya hand
From my wild crew, sets the new guns off the roof
To them slick dudes, hot and they workin' the phone booth

'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna reload and bust back
Incredible gats, indicted for a federal rap
They ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a medical fact

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, this is for my chicks in the spot
All my bus stop bitches that be pushin' them drops
Playin' the gate, get it ma, get those papes

Hustle that face, seven G's below ya waist
Project chick, dippin' whips, cruisin' the strip
Gettin' money for tuition, go to school and she strip

Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get hard
Murda mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed
Help her soul if a chick try to set my team
I'm tying her up, rep till the death of Queens
All my staircase niggaz keep flippin' the jun's

All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you with invisible glocks
That mean you never see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots
I'm takin' ya block nigga, if you like it or not
You either roll or get rushed, I guess not

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Sticky fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, that be bustin' off shots
Lay in the straight, black mask raidin' ya gate
Show me ya safe before I put two in ya face

Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin' for whips
Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on bricks
Bloody ice-pick fights in the yard
Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred

Shoot outs in broad daylight, bustin' at feds
Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead
For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers deep in they cots
For my grimy niggaz, hidin' under cars from cops

Empty the glock, hitchu with disposable gats
Bust you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap
What nigga? I see you back in the hood scrap
Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like that

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Hold up
South suicide Queens, enjoy
South suicide Queens, enjoy

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You Don'T Know - Lyrics - Da Real World - Missy Elliott

Title: You Don'T Know
Album: Da Real World
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Cynthia Loving, Timothy Z Mosley, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
Now see, the one thing I like about the niggas
Is that they can fess up to one of they boys
That they been sleepin? wit? the same chick and laugh about it
But see, a woman, could never admit to another woman
That she been sleepin? wit? her man 'cuz if that ever happened to me
I would call your house and be like, yo

Don?t you gotta a man? Why you fuckin? wit? mine?
See, I been through bad times, get yo' mind off mine's
You must be lonely, why you messin? wit? me?
But it won?t be easy to get my baby

You don?t know who you messin? with
Most of them leave with they car doors bent
I?m so pissed, you gon? make me flip, hello? Hello? Who dis? It's Mo'
I?mma teach you not to touch my shit, for real? Hello?

I be callin? his house, when you?re not around
Don?t make me warn you, you know how I get down, down
Somebody told me but I ain?t trippin? off you, no
If you were doin' your thang, he'd still be wit? you

You don?t know who you messin? with
Most of them leave with they car doors bent
I?m so pissed, you gon? make me flip
Hello? Hello? Hello? You know who this is bitch, yeah
I?mma teach you not to touch my shit
Yo, who dis for real, man, hello? You know who it is

I can?t believe you would ever do that, hello? Hello? What?
Can?t you show me some respect, yo who dis for real, man
Is it 'cuz you jus? a reject, yo, this is Mo', this is Mo'
Gotta keep your ass in check

You playin' a little bit too much, you know um sayin'?
Yo, this ain't no game, this is not a game
Oh, ok, yeah, what? You on some real bullshit now
You know, you know what?

Why don't you just come to my house, bitch, you know?
Yeah, I come through, yo, where you live at?
Ask your nigga where I stay at
Please, he ain't got nutin' to do with this

He know, he ain't got nutin' to do with this
He know, ask him where I live at, aight?
You on that same stuff you was on last year
When I had to come through there last year, what

And I'd do it again, 'cuz I want, I, I got comin'
You ain't keepin nutin' in check
And keep him from around my house, bitch
Please, I'mma beat that ass, you know I will

You don?t know who you messin? with
Most of them leave with their car doors bent
Blow out you like I'mma air vent
Hello? Trick, you know who this is, dont' front
I?ma teach you not to touch my shit
Yeah, I'mma teach you not to touch my shit

You done took it too far, I?mma hop in my car and I?mma you up bitch
You done took it too far, I?mma hop in my car and I?mma you up bitch
You done took it too far, I?mma hop in my car and I?mma you up bitch
You done took it too far

'Cuz I?m that chick yo, that same chick
But I ain't wit? playin? that game shit
Start callin? that name shit
And I?ma get on that same shit

That new shit, that call your crew shit
That what you wanna do shit
That boy is yours, keep that nigga
Beat my ass? Prove it

You been suckin? his dick, tastin? my clit
Just a side chick, on the side bitch
I?m the prize bitch, keep it silent, don?t make me violent
You be dialin? 911 to tell the family

Around yo? crew, you?s a bad bitch, yo ass be talkin? mad ish
Toe to toe shoot the five, girl, you get that ass kicked
What you think I'm gamin'? Shit is real, I ain't playin?
No more 'Have my baby', yo, I got yo' mom's prayin?

It?s gonna get risky, fuck wit? Missy
I?mma shoot you where your ribs be, so you can feel me
Ain?t it real B? And you filthy and you mildy
Not appealin?, drum roll

Uh oh, you done done it now
Uh oh, you done done it now, she?s mad, what?
She?s mad, I?mma let them two girls fight
While I?m out

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