Break In The Cup - Lyrics - David Wilcox

Title: Break In The Cup
Artist: David Wilcox
Composer(s): David Patrick Wilcox

Lyric:
­I try so hard to please you
To be the love that fills you up
I try to pour on sweet affection
But I think you got a broken cup

Because you can't believe I love you
I try to tell you that there is no doubt
But as soon as I fill you with all I've got
That little break will let it run right out

I cannot make you happy
I'm learning love and money never do
But I can pour myself out 'til I'm empty
Trying to be just who you'd want me to

I cannot make you happy
Even though our love is true
For there's a break in the cup that holds love
Inside of you

Now, I begin to understand you
As you explain this fear you feel
It's when you see me fall into that sorrow
It makes you doubt the love is real

Because the lonely wind still blows through me
I turn away so you can't see
But now how could I still be so empty
With all this love that you pour on me

I guess you cannot make me happy
That's a money back guarantee
But you can pour yourself out 'til you're empty
Trying to be just who I'd want you to be

But you cannot make me happy
It's just the law of gravity
And that break in the cup that holds love
Inside of me

So if you're tempted to rescue me
Drowning in this quicksand up to my neck
Before you grab my hand to save me
Why don't you ask me if I'm finished yet

Because you cannot make me happy
Not when I'm empty inside of me
But you can pull yourself right in here with me
My misery'd love to have your company

We cannot trade empty for empty
We must go to the waterfall
For there's a break in the cup that holds love
A break in the cup that holds love
A break in the cup that holds love
Inside us all
Inside us all

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Hell Yeah (Remix) - Lyrics - Senior - Ginuwine

Title: Hell Yeah (Remix)
Album: Senior
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Gene Thornton Jr., Terrence Le Thornton, Brian Williams, Robert S Kelly

Lyric:
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, Genuine

Chitti chitti bang bang boom like a pow
Everybody up in the club gettin' wild
Drinks everywhere, the crowd is real loud
Looks like we gonna be here for a while
I'm so drunk, I'm just droolin' at the mouth
Tryin' to get somebody to take me to my house, so
So now where my car keys at? And where my money at?
I'm gonna follow y'all to the, ah, where the honeys at
Gimme some cheese, eggs, steaks and grits
And hit the after party with G and them boys Clipse

Your a ooo ooo ooo
Look out for the po po
Ooo ooo ooo
Smokin' on the dro dro
In them Air Force One's and all white band new tees
Plus I got these two honeys tryin' juke on me
You've got the ignition and girl, I've got the key
It's the Pide Piper so people follow me

So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite
So much too many 'cause we ridin' tonight
And it's that pimp talk, that pimp walk
It's big pimpin' over here, playa ya just start
See we're fresh with Air One's, Lexus and big drums
White shirt, plenty chicks, plenty Kris, big fun
Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns
The Prada, the Gucci, it's all in the bird fun

I'm sittin' in my truck, stakin' the club out
Kill this last sip and go wild the fuck out
I walk up in the club with my hands in the air
There's so much coochie in the atmosphere
So girl quit frontin' and get you ass over here
And get yourself a cup of this Cran and Belvedere
I'm all off in the corner with honey's taking flicks
Baby in the VIP with lots of chicks
I'm pimped now, low cut and a pic
G and Big Tymers together, that's a hit

Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like hell? Yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
24's like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell? Yeah

Oh what? It's on me?
Let's go

I'm in the club with it on me homie
And homie you don't know me, I don't want it
I just want to find a roney to go home with
Not hold the phone with, spend money on it
Chick, I'm on gotta have her own shit
And no, I'm never lonely or alone without that chrome
And I only keep it on me just in case we don't click
Don't confuse the club atmosphere, we're strapped in here
And just might explain malisses mack affair

55 thousand Prada pink wrist
Two years ago, nigga never pictured this
Raise up the Kris, watch the bottle shake up
Rollie like it was dipped in foundation, makeup
Nah Ma, this is not your Jacob
This is what you call presidential cake up
Shake your money maker until the night break up
Then be on your way as soon as your ass wake up

Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like hell? Yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
24's like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell? Yeah

Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like hell? Yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
24's like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell? Yeah

Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix

It's the cash, money y'all, it's The Clipse y'all
It's Ginuwine y'all, The Pide Piper y'all
Cash, money y'all, it's The Clipse y'all
It's Ginuwine y'all, The Pipe Piper y'all

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Mad Crew - Lyrics - Return Of The Boom Bap - Krs One

Title: Mad Crew
Album: Return Of The Boom Bap
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Mad
So in the clubs, I get mad
On the mic, I get mad
On the beats, I get mad

Yo, I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

I be chillin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm rollin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Come on

See, this is what I'm sayin' and I know you don't see this
Wack, underprivileged MCs think they can see Kris
They watchin' too much television and they rocka
This ain't the TV show "Taxi" and I ain't Lotka

I break an MC off proper, yo, don't check me
Ask your Moms and Pops, yo, they respect me
But here you stand, tryin' to get yours but gettin' nothin'
You probably can't spell "Boogie Down" or "Productions"

I play for jeeps, I play for keeps, I play for streets, believe me
Put down the microphone and consider a squeegie
You're rated PG, again I win when I begin
I'm slammin' again, no win, try to comprehend, I don't bend

I ravage and damage, I'm wild like a savage
I'm kickin' asses, hot flashes, your style's with trash's
Stay out of my classes, punk, stay out of my classes

Yo, I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I be chillin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

I'm rollin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
And I be drinking with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Come on

It's the pros in her house
I said it's the pros in her house
Fuck that shit
It's up down in her house

Twinkle, twinkle to the little rap star
I got all type of MC tongue in a pickle jar
So here's a quick freestyle to my target
My core audience, fuck the rest of the market

'Cause I spark it, styles, I loan shark it
Then break your legs if you try to chart it
I got heart, it doesn't take a lot to rock a record, get with it
Some MCs can't rock for five minutes

Sorry, that's not the way to approach me
Use caution, I rip up lyrical crews and MCs often
You probably don't know this
I give birth to MCs and I also give abortions
I'll do a number to your body structure

You look like supper
And I'm that hungry motherfucker
You don't wanna be on the menu
I'll end you, twist you up and bend you like Gestapo

Pick up the microphone and crush up MC like a taco
No, we're never sad because we nah deal with sorrow
That's why dem challenge me
Jah man you know dem challenge trouble
Me are number, one of me there is no double
And you don't want no trouble
'Cause Blastmaster KRS is flashin' lyrics on the double

I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm chillin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

I'm rollin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm drinking with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
And I be coming with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Check, me comin' on quick, me cominadance, now me a sing
KRS-One in a party, man, me do me own ting
Nuff MC test but you don't hear vowel one
All you hear is when the BDP crew slap them up

We have the champion belt and lyrical cup
Any DJ, they want my title filled, no way now man, step up
But when you lose, now understand you get fucked up
This ain't no game upon the mic, me bring the noise to you like Chuck

I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm chillin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

And I be coming with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm rollin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Kid Capri got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
Gang Starr got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Ill Will got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
Flavor Unit got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Check it out
Just make some noise

Big shout out to all the real
Hip-hop [Incomprehensible] in the house
And all the phoney DJ's
Who tried to battle [Incomprehensible] this year
Understand, I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

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B - Boy Bouillabaisse - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: B - Boy Bouillabaisse
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Matt Dike, John Robert King, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Michael Simpson

Lyric:
(A) 59 Christie Street

There's a girl over there
With long brown hair
I took her to the place
I threw the mattress in her face

Took off her shirt
Took off her bra
Took off her pants
You know that I saw

A wick-wick-wack

(B) Get On The Mic

One, two

Right about now I'd like to dedicate a song
Out to my main homie, Mike D

Alright, lets kick it
Ready, go

Get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to
People say that they be missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to

You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus
One half science, and another half soul
Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll

Got busy in 'Frisco, fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no

So just get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Well Mike D is a special individual
Pulling out knots, and pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the Rolos, the cholos riding slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the solo

Mike, my stromy don't be so selfish
Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish

At the fever

(C) Stop That Train

It's 4:00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose, and so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation

This one's dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking

Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
Policeman tell my homeboy "Yo, put that crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown

Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the D-Train

{Stop that train, I wanna get off}

Check it

Trench coat wing tip going to work
And you be pulling a train like you're Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz

Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the sliding door
Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity

A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck, tortoise. Your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'

Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times

Sat across from a man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog. From who? George Drakoulias

(D) Year And A Day

MC, for what I am, and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true

So as pray and hope and the message is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D were born to MC

And my body and soul and mind are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed, but cuffed and indicted

Enter the arena as I take the center stage
The lights set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed is special

I am the one and I am the master
I am the king and this is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but videos those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last

And you can bet your ass

I drop the L when I'm skiing, I'm smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong

Broke my bindings, the lion with wings
Preaching his word in the B-Boy sing
I am one with myself as I turn to The
I prefer the dreams to the reality

I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day

Come what may

I'm fishing in my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
Fishing for a line inside my brain
And looking out at the world through my window pane

Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the same
So once again the mirror raised
And I see myself as clear as day

And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though Somebody somewhere is testing me
He who sees the end from the beginning of time
Looking forward through all the ages
Is, was, and always shall be
Check the prophetic sections of the pages

Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave
He goes by the name of Disco Dave

Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave
Disco Dave

(E) Hello Brooklyn

Hello Brooklyn

New York, New York, it's a hell of a town
You know the Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials

I quit my job, I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss because I don't care
You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle

'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say

I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor

'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a question, then you will get your answer

Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt
M.O.N.E.Y. the belt
I stay at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the permit

You know why?
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around town cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die}

(F) Dropping Names

(Take PCP)

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

Well if your world was all black, and if your world was all white
When yhen you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right?
I'm nicknamed Shamrock, but my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tip because my homey is famous

My name is not O'Houigheighi, nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak man, you know I'd be a lying
Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it
{Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it}

(G) Lay It On Me

Lay it on me now
Not so hard man

Yo, I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo

Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
Man you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man

Well, your face turns as red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Stripe Gum

With that big round butt of yours, I'd like to butter your muffin
I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
Stuffin', stuffin'

Stuff it buddy

(H) Mike On the Mic

Here's another one for ya'll to peep
It's called MIKE on the MIC, see?

I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter

I've never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
You might know this, but you've never been to see
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D

I shed light like cats shed fur
Ride around town like a Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
So If you don't know me then pardon my shyness

I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
{It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it}

(I) A.W.O.L

DJ Hurricane

When Mike D's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

Adrock's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

When MCA's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

When Hurricane's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
He goes A.W.O.L.

Saint James in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible], whatchyu gonna do?
Got busy in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Dust Brothers in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Mike G in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Whodini's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Hollis Crew, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

Jazzy Jay in the house
Bad Brains in the house
Original Concept in the house

Good night Amsterdam

Now I want you all to break this down

To all the girls
To all the girls

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Where Da At? - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Where Da At?
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Jevor Campbell, Christopher Dorsey, James Jr. Maddox, Michael Antoine Crooms

Lyric:
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

Yeah
(Uhh, deez niggaz scarred)
What's up ladies and gentlemen?
(Deez bitch niggaz scared)
Boys and girls
(It's lil B. Gizzle, Homebwoi)
Collipark music
(Collipark, Chopper City)

And I'm so sick and tired of bein', sick and tired of bein'
Sick and tired of bein', sick and muh'fuckin' tired
All these pussy-ass niggaz
(I see they heart beatin')
I see it
(I know what's happenin' with 'em)
(We gon' do it like this-sheah)
C'mon

What's your heart beatin' for, ha?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

Where da at? In the club, where da at? Showin' love
Where da at? In the drop ridin' twenty-deuce dubs
Where da at? In the street, where da at? With the beat
Where da at? With da bitch still talkin' 'bout me

Where da at? In the back, where da at? In the 'llac
Where da at? In the hood still gettin' they ass jacked
Where da at? Gettin' 2-way, where da at? In the who-ay
Where da at? Talkin' bad but it's still all goo-ey

Man, I'm rollin' with the gangsters, kick it with the G's
Hustle with the hustlers I'm the heart of the streetz
Grind with the ballers, ball with the grinders
Keep it real with my clique so my whole team shiners

Ride with the riders, swim with the sharks
If I get caught I got nuttin' to say to the law
I'm built to last, ever since them niggaz killed my dad
Crackin' a pen and pad is all I had

It's get it how you live with me
Busters don't know how to deal with me, it's all real with me
All the street niggaz scared of me
All the hot girls love me they say, "Boy put that drill in me"

I come through, limo tint on the truck
I got a whole block spooked when I ride slow, puttin' it up
Got straight, Seagram's gin in my cup
I ain't gon' do ya nuttin scary-ass nigga, what'cha heart beatin' for?

What's your heart beatin' for?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

Where da at? In the club, where da at? Showin' love
Where da at? In the drop ridin' twenty-deuce dubs
Where da at? In the street, where da at? With the beat
Where da at? With da bitch still talkin' 'bout me

Where da at? In the back, where da at? In the 'llac
Where da at? In the hood still gettin' they ass jacked
Where da at? Gettin' 2-way, where da at? In the who-ay
Where da at? Talkin' bad but it's still all goo-ey

I'm in the club, post up, way in the back
Got a bottle of gin and I snuck in with the mac
Got my fresh bows on, breeze on my feet
Hoes love when I'm thuggin' in my fresh white tee

I'm 'bout whatever, Gizzle is a G
We could do it however, it don't matter to me
We can do it right here, we can take it outside
I'm young, but believe, I been 'bout mine

I just ride when it's time to ride
I grind when it's time to grind, slangin' hot when it's time to bust
Slangin' dick when it's time to fuck
I'm a Chopper City nigga, don't try your luck

You want beef? I ain't scared, nigga I'm everywhere
You don't be where you say you be, you're never there
You actin' like you 'bout it, bitch nigga you scared
I see your heart beatin', so busta break bread

What's your heart beatin' for?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

Where da at? In the club, where da at? Showin' love
Where da at? In the drop ridin' twenty-deuce dubs
Where da at? In the street, where da at? With the beat
Where da at? With da bitch still talkin' 'bout me

Where da at? In the back, where da at? In the 'llac
Where da at? In the hood still gettin' they ass jacked
Where da at? Gettin' 2-way, where da at? In the who-ay
Where da at? Talkin' bad but it's still all goo-ey

Niggaz caught in the zone, they better watch it when I'm cockin' my chrome
'Cause at clubs, yeah I slip one in your dome, you better leave me alone
I ain't no bitch, I don't talk shit on the phone
I got somethin' that just might follow you home, now ain't I dead-ass wrong

How could you react, if your brains are blown
I guess that fat bitch is singin' her song, that bitch is singin' her song
You busted wide, little boys ain't grown
Your mouth is heavy but your back ain't strong, and once again it's on

You must be smokin' on that Cheech and Chong
Think you can handle with somethin' this wrong
With somethin' this wrong
Just write it in blood, or carve it in stone
Otherwise you don't want no problems with homes
Don't want no problems with homes

You can't get rid of me, not even penitentiary
A friend of me, you need to be, I'm hotter than humidity
Without a mask, jack a nigga for his cash
Hot led make a motherfucker heart beat fast

What's your heart beatin' for?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

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Fight Club - Lyrics - Fat Joe

Title: Fight Club
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): J Grinnage, Lamont Dozier, R Tewlow, Joseph Cartagena, Brian Holland, Eddie Holland, E Murray, M Barrett

Lyric:
Ch, ch, ch, ch, yeah
Terror Squad, First Family
Ahh!
(Yeah!)
You see them diamonds glisterin' off that three quarterla
That them there polyester
(Uh, nigga)
Ya heard me?
(What the fuck, what the fuck, huh?)
(Terror Squad, First Family)
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Yeah, yeah uh
Yo it's that motherfuckin' Bronx nigga Don shit
Run up in yo' mom's crib
Ship stacked biddomb shit, gun up in the palm shit
Nobody moves, nobody get whacked with the contract
Yo' shot at they concert, it's locked on the concrete
I'm Stone Cold, I mean I slap then stomp
Then what's to stop my .40 glock from rumblin' your calm streets?

I'm troubled when I on deep, loco enough for Dolo
Blow holes in ya car seat and roll over ya Rover
Fuck this role model shit, I'm finna blow out ya wig
Bitch! Throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
It's the return of the worst shit that ever happened
Reborn like what's crackin', we formed with raw plastic
Blastin' off ya doors with an awful passion
Forcin' the walls to crash in

You see them kids, I'll make 'em all bastards
Joey Crack keep it gully, known to clap keep a fully
Automatic mack whodie on my lap doin' thirty
Drivin' through the Heights tryin' a find these cats that did me dirty
Shot me on the Ave, now I gotta blast until them pearlies
We the realest niggaz ever touch the mic
(Blah)
And we love to fight
(Blah)
You heard my niggaz give up the fuckin' knife!
(Ante up)

We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back

We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back

Yo who that husky-ass nigga with the flow so dumb
Comin' up outta Brooklyn lookin' like Mighty Joe Young
(Face down)
Know we real, got this motherfucker
Crackin' and buzzin' with my Latin cousin Joey Grills
(We international)
151 proof
Letcha cold run loose, I give 'em a sunroof
For cotton-ass pretty boy talkin' 'bout drama
With that nasty ass Coogi suit, lookin' like pyjamas

(Somebody gon' get hurt today)
So be it
We the first fam, you see it
(First family)
Put some trouble in ya voice homeboy 'fore ya get whacked in
Calm down, Get back!
(Calm down)

For you niggaz that wanna trap me I make families unhappy
I'm tied into the same shit as Boy George and Papi
(E'rybody know)
Everybody wanna clap me
Tonight I'm with my Spanish homie Joey
So get at me with the ghetto issued .45, semi-automatic
I spit with intentions to rip

Put-put pieces out yo' cabbage bitch
Trained on the Hill, aim at niggaz faces
Push his hat back seven paces, leave him standin' still
Cobra ass nigga you beg me to kill
(Huh, yeah)
When I cock glocks and pop, you beg me to chill
(Chill)
(Y'all remember Bill?)
Y'all remember the motherfuckin' deal
You will get yo' ass zipped up, how this feel nigga?

We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back

We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back

Oh motherfucker uh uh, y'all ain't seen nothin' yet
Got a call from the Bronx Best, bitch, and I was right there
Duck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine
Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie wine
Wish a motherfucker would look and he shall find
Ten million ways to die!
I'm the thickest of the fire
Ain't too many niggaz round with the rumble
With the rawest in the jungle, blicky, bloaw, bloaw!

Bitch I break 'em down with Terror Squad now
(Down)
Ya pretty bad, clumsy mouth, sit down, get up, get out
Hottest thang they got in the south
(Petey Pablo)
If ya don't know now ya know
Holla at 'em Joe!

Fight club! Fight club!
Fight club! Fight club!
Fight club! Fight club!
Holla at 'em Joe!

We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back

We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back

Yeah, huh, yeah, huh?
First Family, Terror Squad

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I'Ve Got A Lover (Back In Japan) - Lyrics - Eurythmics

Title: I'Ve Got A Lover (Back In Japan)
Artist: Eurythmics
Composer(s): Annie Lennox, David Stewart

Lyric:
I've got a lover back in Japan
He's got tattoos, he's my Superman
I try to call him up from time to time
We can talk about the weather, "Is the weather fine?"

And I say, break break
Break away those ties
Break break

And I say, break break
Break away those ties
Break break

I've got a lover up in outer space
He's been tumblin' around all over the place
I like to call him from time to time
We can talk about Heaven

Break break
Break away those ties
Break break

Break break
Break away those ties
Break break

When the whole world descends
Only I'll be waiting for you

Got another lover in Timbuktu
Got a name for him, he's my Little Guru
When I don't call him, he starts to cry
I have to tell him stories just to pacify

And I say break break
Break away those ties
Break break

(Break break)
When the whole world descends on me
(Break break)
(Break break)
(Break break)
(Break break)

When the whole world descends on me
(Break break)
(Break break)
I'll be waiting for you
(Break break)

Break break
Break break
Break break
Break break

I was bitter when I met you
I was eloquent with rage
Like honey from a poisoned cup
I've flowed from stage to stage

I was bitter when I met you
I was eloquent with rage
Like honey from a poisoned cup
I flowed from stage to stage

I was eloquent with rage
Honey from a poisoned cup
I flowed from stage to stage

I was eloquent with rage
Honey from a poisoned cup
I flowed from stage to stage

I was bitter when I met you
I was eloquent with rage

Ooh, sugar baby, sing me a lullaby
Japanese baby

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Just Another Day - Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Title: Just Another Day
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Tony Hester, Christopher Lloyd

Lyric:
Man, what the fuck are you lookin' for?
Can't a young nigga make money any more
Blow a couple grand in the NBA Store
Rock twenty-four thousand on the NBA floor

Niggaz be on stage bendin' over on tour
Leave anti-social with a case of lochjaw
Just 'cause shorty look good don't mean that you should go
Puttin' ice on the bitch like she won the Superbowl

Even the chips are low, for all these so-called old heads
Just ain't the same niggaz I used to know
I got a Houston ho, nah she ain't the sharpest knife
In the drawer but she a damn good booster though

See I could fuck a supermodel in my day of work
Send her home with a smile and a couple kids on her shirt
I got a year into the game
A 141 rocks layin' on my chain, geah

Just another day, chillin' in the hood
Just another day around the way
I'm tipsy off the Hennessy
We ridin' round with the HK, nigga we don't play

Just another day, chillin' in the hood
Just another day around the way
We smoke a quarter pound a day
G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play

Nevermind the lames in my era, they all want me dead
And I know, it's all over the way I see bread
Here I go, caught up in some he say, she said
'Til I go, put a slug in my enemy's head

The Tahoe's, bulletproof so you can't get through
Then follow, your ass and whoever ran with you
And you about as assed-out as two jammed pistols
Bleedin' around a bunch of niggaz who can't fix you

So bring yours 'cause you know I got mine with me kid
The 8'll make you lose weight like Missy did
The O.G.'s tryin' to hide they phony smilin'
Reputation always arise in Coney Island

I'm at your local newsstand jerk
While the only XXL you been in as a shirt
And, speakin' of shirts, get a new white T
Goddamn it feels good to be me, nigga

Just another day, chillin' in the hood
Just another day around the way
I'm tipsy off the Hennessy
We ridin' round with the HK, nigga we don't play

Just another day, chillin' in the hood
Just another day around the way
We smoke a quarter pound a day
G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play

Now I'm goin', shoppin' with a plastic card now
I'm growin', knockin' international broads down
They know him, they're not gonna even pat the star down
I'm holdin', a glock so don't even act that hard now

You might bust your gun but your gat's in the car clown
So break your lil' weed up and crack your cigars down
'Cause I ain't tryin' to start my visits with the fuckin' judge
Givin' niggaz life like it's parkin' tickets

Now I get to go to bed with a model
And the crib is 'bout as big as it is on the Belvedere bottle
I got all kind of ex' I could ram in they faces
Red and blue pills like the man in The Matrix

You might have spent some paper on your lil' charm
But my piece is 'bout as heavy as Lil' Jon cup
But, it's never tucked, nigga I don't give a fuck
I'll get bucked 'fore I give somethin' up, yup

Just another day, chillin' in the hood
Just another day around the way
I'm tipsy off the Hennessy
We ridin' round with the HK, nigga we don't play

Just another day, chillin' in the hood
Just another day around the way
We smoke a quarter pound a day
G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play

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Caviar - Lyrics - Wanted - Bow Wow

Title: Caviar
Album: Wanted
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jaron C Alston, Calvin Broadus, Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips

Lyric:
On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

I might come to your town, shut a show down
Got the whole crowd screamin', "Lil' Bow Wow"
Without the "Lil'" but I'm still on top
Back with S.S.D., record sales won't flop

That's what you thought but I'm in that new Porsche
No box earrings, chain on, no watch
Picture a grandfather clock with diamonds
That's just the kinda mind state that I'm in

Caviar, Cartier, carterdrop
On my neck, call her dead cute shorty called liner
I'm on my p's and my q's
Stones green to the blue, 23's when I cruise

Feel my calf muscle on the gas and the brake pedal
Ain't another youngin' on my bank level
Where you at?
I'm right hurr, never late, please see clurrr, it's no blur, yes sir

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

I'm on leer jets, know what make your face
From your tears wet while you rockin' last years Sweats
Swag, yeah, I got it, Prada bags for my luggage
Face on screen for everything I does in the public

Boy wonder, make the other boys wonder
How we keep it comin' different e'ry summer
Don't be amazed 'cause of me
Be amazed 'cause the V came with a five year opped-out lease

That's 'cause I paid what I paid
If you paid like I'm paid then yo' cribs came wit the maids
And if it didn't then you slippin', catch up
But by the time you do, I'll probably do it different

I'm advanced, see the pants
See the kicks, see the stones on the risk
You see the phone on my hip?
Where it at?
It's right thurr, up to date, please see clurr, it's no blur, yes sir

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

Shootin' niggaz down, slappin' bitches up
Straight cash strut with some Henny in my cup
Rude for the hell of it, I should be the president
Aye yo homey, Doggy Dogg got that medicine

In the cabinet, I'm the magnet
Of attracting the baddest bitches on the planet, dig it
I once was a pup, never scared to run up
I did it 'til the day I came up

And stars do shine
I take my 32 lines and try to make you unwind
First I, chop 'em and den some flop 'em then flip 'em
Break 'em and bend 'em then fix 'em, convince 'em to buy my records

'Cause you know it's all hits
Spread the word 'cause you know it's the shit
Quit playin', go get it, quit hesitatin'
It's the young and the big on tha real my nig'

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

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Caviar - Lyrics - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Caviar
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jaron C Alston, Calvin Broadus, Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips

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Lyric:
On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

I might come to your town, shut a show down
Got the whole crowd screamin', "Lil' Bow Wow"
Without the "Lil'" but I'm still on top
Back with S.S.D., record sales won't flop

That's what you thought but I'm in that new Porsche
No box earrings, chain on, no watch
Picture a grandfather clock with diamonds
That's just the kinda mind state that I'm in

Caviar, Cartier, carterdrop
On my neck, call her dead cute shorty called liner
I'm on my p's and my q's
Stones green to the blue, 23's when I cruise

Feel my calf muscle on the gas and the brake pedal
Ain't another youngin' on my bank level
Where you at?
I'm right hurr, never late, please see clurrr, it's no blur, yes sir

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

I'm on leer jets, know what make your face
From your tears wet while you rockin' last years Sweats
Swag, yeah, I got it, Prada bags for my luggage
Face on screen for everything I does in the public

Boy wonder, make the other boys wonder
How we keep it comin' different e'ry summer
Don't be amazed 'cause of me
Be amazed 'cause the V came with a five year opped-out lease

That's 'cause I paid what I paid
If you paid like I'm paid then yo' cribs came wit the maids
And if it didn't then you slippin', catch up
But by the time you do, I'll probably do it different

I'm advanced, see the pants
See the kicks, see the stones on the risk
You see the phone on my hip?
Where it at?
It's right thurr, up to date, please see clurr, it's no blur, yes sir

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

Shootin' niggaz down, slappin' bitches up
Straight cash strut with some Henny in my cup
Rude for the hell of it, I should be the president
Aye yo homey, Doggy Dogg got that medicine

In the cabinet, I'm the magnet
Of attracting the baddest bitches on the planet, dig it
I once was a pup, never scared to run up
I did it 'til the day I came up

And stars do shine
I take my 32 lines and try to make you unwind
First I, chop 'em and den some flop 'em then flip 'em
Break 'em and bend 'em then fix 'em, convince 'em to buy my records

'Cause you know it's all hits
Spread the word 'cause you know it's the shit
Quit playin', go get it, quit hesitatin'
It's the young and the big on tha real my nig'

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield

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I'Ve Got A Lover - Lyrics - Eurythmics

Title: I'Ve Got A Lover
Artist: Eurythmics
Composer(s): Annie Lennox, David Stewart

Lyric:
I've got a lover back in Japan
He's got tattoos, he's my Superman
I try to call him up from time to time
We can talk about the weather, "Is the weather fine?"

And I say, break break
Break away those ties
Break break

And I say, break break
Break away those ties
Break break

I've got a lover up in outer space
He's been tumblin' around all over the place
I like to call him from time to time
We can talk about Heaven

Break break
Break away those ties
Break break

Break break
Break away those ties
Break break

When the whole world descends
Only I'll be waiting for you

Got another lover in Timbuktu
Got a name for him, he's my Little Guru
When I don't call him, he starts to cry
I have to tell him stories just to pacify

And I say break break
Break away those ties
Break break

(Break break)
When the whole world descends on me
(Break break)
(Break break)
(Break break)
(Break break)

When the whole world descends on me
(Break break)
(Break break)
I'll be waiting for you
(Break break)

Break break
Break break
Break break
Break break

I was bitter when I met you
I was eloquent with rage
Like honey from a poisoned cup
I've flowed from stage to stage

I was bitter when I met you
I was eloquent with rage
Like honey from a poisoned cup
I flowed from stage to stage

I was eloquent with rage
Honey from a poisoned cup
I flowed from stage to stage

I was eloquent with rage
Honey from a poisoned cup
I flowed from stage to stage

I was bitter when I met you
I was eloquent with rage

Ooh, sugar baby, sing me a lullaby
Japanese baby

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Hanger, Cliff - Lyrics - Blackalicious

Title: Hanger, Cliff
Artist: Blackalicious
Composer(s): Josh Davis, Tim Parker

Lyric:
Whole house freeze

It was a Thursday I stepped to the club, there she was
Draped in a burgundy dress, silhouetted superbly
Curved indeed, she started staring in my direction
Luring and urging seductively, body language instructing me

I offered her a drink instead she took a cup of tea
And then I lied about my luxury lifestyle
And I said, "So who you be? You looking kind of tight, gal
I would love to see you in a nightgown"

She said, "They call me the Dragon Queen and I come from Tibet
I'm calm in the face of pressure and you'll never see me sweat
I've come to your country in search of a lost scroll
That contains directions to a hidden village comprised of gold"

I looked at her confused and said, "But why have you told me this?"
She said the description that I fit was that of the chosen one
Who'd go beyond then slipped a concoction in my drink
Immediately set my consciousness drift

Now I'm in that zone dwelling, I woke in a warehouse tied to a chair
With an abundance of flair surrounding me in a circular angle
Glared up at the Dragon Queen's lair, wasn't imagining a thing
Her steps on the stairs had a magic gleam, glowed brightly

To prepare me for my journey a sword was hovering towards me
Plus garlic from the Keepers of the gate who bore all the secrets and take
Care of trespassers, but at last it's prophesied that I would gain
Access to a cultural dynasty buried and seize and capture the scroll

Massive helicopters patrolled the rooftops, strapped in
Began traveling into the darkness, knew not of what awaited
I thought of a way to get out of it, just then the bottom gave way
I began falling and gave it ten seconds, pulled the cord on my parachute

Landed surrounded by a herd of wild barracudas, lions
The sounds of the wild kingdom piercing like a siren
Was I entering near the mere mortal life span's end?
Defiantly I stood boldly as they began closing in
And time seemed to be moving rapidly just then

Whole house freeze

Just then I pulled the sword and somehow
It affected all the creatures as they stepped back and bowed
And the same glow that I seen in the sword I seen in the eyes of the lion
Who began leading me in a specific direction
As if trying to tell me something

Just over the horizon, the same creatures who had been described
Appeared in statue form but their eyes scoped
And as I approached the gate they began to break open and cried
After years we have finally been awakened

The assault was on, I got knocked to the ground by one
Shocked in an unorthodox form boxing
Throwing an abnormal proportion of body blows, karate chops
And drop kicks, plunged struggling deeper into the swamp

Then I grabbed my sword, the garlic put it around my neck
Saw that it was draining all of their energy and then with a swing
Off with their heads
The gates slowly and mysteriously opened
So curiously I moseyed in with intensity focusing on my objective

Spider webs the size of king-size beds
Fell into a secret passage not knowing to where it lead
Just then the same light beamed brightly and in the distance
At that instance, lo and behold, the hidden scroll
And just as I thought my mission was over
I could feel the Dragon Queen breathing heavily over my shoulder

As she began to transform and metamorphosis
She took on an assortment of legs, arms, heads and eyes
And sprouted two horns and began to breathe fire
So once again I grabbed my trusty sword but to my astonishment

She burned it to a crisp turned and grasped the scroll
And exited much faster than secreted gas, I'm gasping
Clasp full of flames cast in my direction
I saw my whole life flash and the possibility of death
And a casket passed into the ground, pound for pound, astounding
How could I survive and last another round inside this madness?

Whole house freeze

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Cliff Hanger - Lyrics - NIA - Blackalicious

Title: Cliff Hanger
Album: NIA
Artist: Blackalicious
Composer(s): Josh Davis, Tim Parker

Lyric:
'Whole house freeze'

It was a Thursday I stepped to the club, there she was
Draped in a burgundy dress, silhouetted superbly
Curved indeed, she started staring in my direction
Luring and urging seductively, body language instructing me

I offered her a drink instead she took a cup of tea
And then I lied about my luxury lifestyle
I said 'So who you be? You looking kind of tight, gal
I would love to see you in a nightgown'

She said 'They call me the Dragon Queen and I come from Tibet
I'm calm in the face of pressure and you'll never see me sweat
I've come to your country in search of a lost Scroll
That contains directions to a hidden village comprised of gold'

I looked at her confused and said, "But why have you told me this?"
She said the description that I fit
Was that of the Chosen One who'd go beyond
Then slipped a concoction in my drink
Immediately set my consciousness adrift

Now, I'm in that zone dwelling, I woke in a warehouse tied to a chair
With an abundance of flair surrounding me in a circular angle
Glared up at the Dragon Queen's lair, wasn't imagining a thing
Her steps on the stairs had a magic Gleam, glowed brightly

To prepare me for my journey a Sword was hovering towards me
Plus garlic from the Keepers of the Gate
Who bore all the secrets and take care of trespassers
But at last it's prophesied that I would gain access
To a cultural dynasty buried and seize and capture the Scroll

Massive helicopters patrolled the rooftops, strapped in
Began traveling into the darkness, knew not of what awaited
Thought of a way to get out of it, just then the bottom gave way
I began falling and gave it ten seconds, pulled the cord on my parachute

Landed surrounded by a herd of wild barracudas, lions
The sounds of the wild kingdom piercing like a siren
Was I entering near the mere mortal life span's end?
Defiantly I stood boldly as they began closing in
And time seemed to be moving rapidly just then

'Whole house freeze'

Just then I pulled the Sword and somehow
It affected all the creatures as they stepped back and bowed
And the same Glow that I seen in the Sword
I seen in the eyes of the Lion, who began leading me
In a specific direction as if trying to tell me something

Just over the horizon, the same creatures who had been described
Appeared in statue form but their eyes scoped
And as I approached the gate they began to break open and cried
'After years we have finally been awakened'

The assault was on, I got knocked to the ground by one
Shocked in an unorthodox form boxing
Throwing an abnormal proportion of body blows, karate chops
And drop kicks, plunged struggling deeper into the swamp

Then I grabbed my Sword, the garlic put it around my neck
Saw that it was draining all of their energy and then with a swing
Off with their heads, the gates slowly and mysteriously opened
So curiously I moseyed in with intensity focusing on my objective

Spider webs the size of king size beds
Fell into a secret passage not knowing to where it lead
Just then the same Light beamed brightly and in the distance
At that instance, lo and behold, the hidden Scroll
And just as I thought my mission was over
I could feel the Dragon Queen breathing heavily over my shoulder

As she began to transform and metamorphosis
She took on an assortment of legs, arms, heads and eyes
And sprouted two horns and began to breathe fire
So once again I grabbed my trusty Sword but to my astonishment

She burned it to a crisp turned and grasped the Scroll
And exited much faster than secreted gas, I'm gasping
Clasp full of flames cast in my direction
I saw my whole life flash and the possibility of death
And a casket passed into the ground, pound for pound, astounding
How could I survive and last another round inside this madness?

'Whole house freeze'

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She'S Just A Freak - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: She'S Just A Freak
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Amin Cooley, Jerold Jr Ellis, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
Nothin' but a freak and no future in the front

Bitches be lovin' how I dick 'em
When I get them in the mood to fuck
They hold up all my nuts and lick 'em
They break me off cash flow
Any damn thing I ask for
So a nigga paid up the asshole
Some fools be thinkin'
They gotta win her like Bruce Jinna

But Joe Tenner is lettin' every nigger run up in her
Most of the tricks I pick up
Like to get fucked
As a bitch is a bitch as a hoe is a quick nut
Like this slut named Kim I knew
She fucked me, fucked him
And she fucked all of them too
So we worked the train on her

And left enough stains on her neck
Lookin' like a gold chain on her
No free high, the hoochie couldn't find two
Even though she popped that coochie
Like the hole from 2 live crew
So if you bump into this bitch on the streets
And you like the pussy deep, nigga speak
Because she's just a freak

I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
'Cause a bitch is a bitch as a hoe is a quick nut

I'll be rollin' through your cup, mother fuck, you what's up
It's that little nigga yuck and I don't give a fuck
Rollin' through your neighborhood
Motherfucker, yo it's me, the capital N U C K L to the E
See this is for them hoes and the trick tramp sluts
All these stupid bitches on my motherfuckin' nuts
All up on my nuts 'cause a niggas gettin' richer
Didn't mean to hit ya, hope you get the picture

Back in 91' you was a little bit stuck up
Actin' like you didn't have time for the fuck up
Tryin' to walk the halls, wit that little switch
Tryin' to play that roll but you ain't nothin' but a bitch
A bitch on my dick 'cause you hoes make me sick
Come and get a lick of the dicks do a trick
Caught you in the mix with a fix turnin' tricks
Fuckin' one nigga while you lickin' two dicks
She's a freak

I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
Nothin' but a freak and no future in the front

I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
'Cause a bitch is a bitch as a hoe is a quick nut

My dick up and hick up bitch but don't stick up your nose
'Cause you don't look shit like En Vogue
Hoes taxi around them gold ones
Actin' like they don't fuck no one be the master like Sho Gun
At the hot tubs makin' a gang of waves
Hoe in the cunt doin' stunts like super dave
Ballas call her the human giraffe
No joke 'cause that ass be deep throatin' niggas on the quick fast
With no whiplash

You see me footin' it but couldn't it be cool
Won't buy you assy food when we cruise, you lose
She give niggas blues like 505, don't ask why
I guess that stank bitch is a fall guy
You got no bucks, you can't fuck, we'll thats how I put it
C&H got that hole on tape, straight footage
The same bitch that wouldn't speak was on the TV screen
Suckin' everybody mean because she's just a freak

I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
Nothin' but a freak and no future in the front

I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
'Cause a bitch is a bitch as a hoe is a quick nut

I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
Nothin' but a freak and no future in the front

I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt

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Made You Look - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: Made You Look
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Jeremiah Lordan, Nasir Jones, Salaam Remi Gibbs

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Lyric:
Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts
Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts
(Old school break beat, old school break beat)
(Old school break beat, old school break beat)

Now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't five O, y'all know it's Nas yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin' for wifie
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely

Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive thru the city no doubt but don't say, "My car's topless"
Say, "The titties is out", newness here's the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid, king'a the town, yeah I been that
You know I click clack where you and your men's at
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back

They shootin', made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

They shootin', made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?

This ain't rappin', this is street hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
My live niggaz lit up the reefer
Trunk'a the car we got the street sweeper
Don't start none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don't wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland up

Let the music diffuse all the tension
Ball or convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers co'move swift
Girls get close, you ca' feel where the tool's kept
All my just comin' homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phoney
Pull out my waist, the Fagle Fo Forty

They shootin', made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

They shootin', made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?

Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts

I see niggaz runnin', yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk hazas
Like Pun said, "You ain't even En Mi Clasa"
Maybach Benz, back seat, TV plasma
Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers

Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thorough bred is, show me love
Lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit'
My nines'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness

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