Brother Jacob - Lyrics - Head East

Title: Brother Jacob
Artist: Head East
Composer(s): Steven C Huston

Lyric:
Hey brother Jacob
I trust you're well today
You've been dealin' with the devil
And cast your soul away

Ol' brother Jacob lived 93 years
Not a second of it on his knees
He lived in a little wood shanty
Down the road a little piece

All he ever seemed to care about
Was his money that he saved so long
Always tryin' to get a few dollars
Any way, right or wrong

Hey brother Jacob
I trust you're well today
You've been dealin' with the devil
And cast your soul away

The only part that you have to doubt
Is where it says you don't have to pay
Ol' brother Jacob gambled and lost
When he sold his soul today

The story came down from the mountain town
Brother Jacob was called away
They say that the devil came for him
And they swear it to this very day

Then again, there's another tale
That's told around the town
Says Brother Jacob is still alive
And livin' underground

Hey brother Jacob
I trust you're well today
You've been dealin' with the devil
And cast your soul away

Hey brother Jacob
I trust you're well today
You've been dealin' with the devil
And cast your soul away

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Overnight Celebrity - Lyrics - Chicago's Finest - Kanye West

Title: Overnight Celebrity
Album: Chicago's Finest
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): M Ben-Ari, Kanye Omari West, Michael Bennett, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Lenny Williams

Lyric:
Oh, you didn't think we can do it again
Twista, Kanye West, from po pimping to poppin' tags
From Chunkiest to Slow Jamz, oh baby
We can even make you a overnight celebrity
Know what I'm saying, come on

Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like
Drive whips, I know they like
Twista, you told her right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Give you ice, like Kobe right
We sorta like Goldie right
The way, we mode 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight

Girl I see you, in them apple bottom jeans
Chinchilla on your back, I wanna know your name
Girl I'm Twista, I could blow your brains
Put you in a chameleon, O-four range
Still sexy, when you smoke that flame
Jerk you like a chicken, when you throw that thang
She got me hotter than a oven, the way that she talk
Switching to freaky so I'm loving the way that she walk
You looking good girl but you oughta be in pictures
Listen to me, I see your career going sky high
Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi
And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Watching you should be a thrill, got the fellas
Hustling trying to get, steady screaming my, my, my, my
Walk on the carpet, with the bells that flick in the dark
Kicking it on the couch, at one O six and park
I can see your beauty, on the big screen
I can see me freaking you, with whip cream
I can see you on stage, at the awards
With a dress better than Jennifer's, and doing big things
Kick it with me, I can mold your life
You looking good girl, show you right
Dre told me, you the prototype
I can make you a celebrity overnight

Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like
Drive whips, I know they like
Twista, you told her right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Give you ice, like Kobe right
We sorta like Goldie right
The way, we mode 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight

Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like
Drive whips, I know they like
Twista, you told her right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Give you ice, like Kobe right
We sorta like Goldie right
The way, we mode 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight

You want fame, you can take that path
Candlelights, when you take the bath
You got, such a sensational ass
I'ma get you Jimmy Cho and Marc Jacob bags
I can cop her, a two thousand and three
Make her smile, when she sees Spre's
I can get you on CD's, and DVD's
Take you to Bebe's and B.C.B.G.'s
I can get you in the places, to be into
The people to know or show you things, sticker than to
I wanna be your lover, undercover don
And protect you from others, don't ever let a brother pimp you
If you want the style, you can rich your blood
Y'all take a look at her, she got such an astonishing body
I can see you in some Gucci or Roberto Cavalli
And I bet she gon' put a hurt on 'em, hard in the party
And you know you kill 'em in the club, we go
You was born to be a po', how you gon sticking fo' do's
And I love you, 'cause you freaky with the dope clothes
Drop it to the flo', let it go when you roll slow
And I love it, when I hit it from the back
And you get on top of me, and have a brother going, oh, oh
Girl I love, how you roll me right
I can make you, a celebrity overnight

Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like
Drive whips, I know they like
Twista, you told her right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Give you ice, like Kobe right
We sorta like Goldie right
The way, we mode 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight

You see, see baby girl
You see how you make a brother break down
I just gotta ask you, what you need
What you need from me, oh you wanna be a star
Are you messing with the right one?
I can take you there, I can make sure
You've got all the finest things
Let me be your manager

Come here girl, I could see you bored
Took you to the queen, that I see you for
Take you shopping on sprees, in stores
I'ma get you, to the MTV awards
We about, to do a show tonight
You looking good girl, show you right
Take you places, I know you like
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Come here girl, you could hang if you bored
We could do, plenty things plus more
I'm about to have you, change in the stores
I can even get you, to the Soul Train awards
We about, to do a show tonight
You looking good girl, show you right
Take you places, I know you like
I could make you a celebrity overnight

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Gods Don'T Chill - Lyrics - Murphy Lee

Title: Gods Don'T Chill
Artist: Murphy Lee
Composer(s): Jacob Thomas, Waiel Yaghnam, Tohri Murphy Lee Harper, The Professor

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Lyric:
Now just to prove I ain't different from you
Dirty I ain't got nuttin' to do
I just wanna take a break
No stress, no play
I just wanna lay and
Chill at the crib all day
No, no, no
It's time to get that ass off of the couch
Get up
It's Friday night, we gotta get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Okay, I got nuttin' to say
'Cuz we been chillin' at the crib all day

We chiefin' laid back, loungin' like 3 pimps in the shade
Me, Murph we take a pair, we at it again
Well ok, you should have nuttin' to say
We guarantee it'd be another hit man, ok?
For your reference, I been inside the house since 6
Bakin' up bars of rap, chiefin' & munchin' on chips
Now should I go dip? Debate what style and color to get
We go out, we don't know when, this strickly parkin' lot pimpin'

That there sounds like a nice game plan
Nice thangs wit thick frames, no need to think twice man
Pick up some bud, pick up my boys, wipe off my dubs
Hittin' on chickens and buckets, so what they rollin' on hubs
I'm honkin' my horn like a animal straight from the barn
So what if they foreign? Prince don't discriminate not one
Outrageously, my baby mama pagin' me
I been at the crib all day so it's crazy see

Now just to prove I ain't different from you
Dirty I ain't got nuttin' to do
I just wanna take a break
No stress, no play
I just wanna lay and
Chill at the crib all day
No, no, no
It's time to get that ass off of the couch
Get up!
It's Friday night, we gotta get the fuck out
Get the fuck out!
Okay, I got nuttin' to say
'Cuz we been chillin' at the crib all day

Now, usually I get my way
Hit my hay, yeah sip my drink
Call up a chick to come strip, if I say
Let the phone just ring, while I pick my place
Smashin' in John Madden whuppin' everybody ass
And it's a fact, Green Bay sendin' em Packin'
Man it's goin' on a three day thrashin'
Fuck this for real y'all, I need some action

Aw man, Murph don't wanna drive the Benz
But he's too busy tryin' to dodge his friends
I just wanna go back outside again
Get high again, sippin' Heineken's
Grab my 22 inch wired rims
Hit the street, got bitches pilin' in
Wait 'til this nigga get through ironin'
Jacob up, fuck this game I'm retirin'

Now just to prove I ain't different from you
Dirty I ain't got nuttin' to do
I just wanna take a break
No stress, no play
I just wanna lay and
Chill at the crib all day
No, no, no, no
It's time to get that ass off of the couch
Get up!
It's Friday night, we gotta get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Okay, I got nuttin' to say
'Cuz we been chillin' at the crib all day

St. Louis
(Murphy Lee, what size drawers ya need?)
A 36-38, 'cause 40 be too big
And hurry up so I can get out the crib
(Babysit)
I love my nieces and nephews but I ain't got no kids
And shit, hurry up before the bank close
(Boy you ain't goin' to no bank, you probably gonna see some hoes)
Ahh, I guess my sister know a brother
I'm a nasty mothersuckers, 'cuz I'm poppin' wit cornbread and butter

'Cuz there ain't nuttin' like booty in the daytime
Look at it wiggle, sunshinin' on the waistline
And matter fact, fuck the whole nine
The whole time, I'm thinkin' ,'bout this party goin' downtown
I had to get my ass outta the bed, ah get up
Ain't nuttin' like a lil' last minute head, ah you right
Plus I see this girl like twice a week
And my granny made Macaroni-n-Cheese
So I'm out

Now just to prove I ain't different from you
Dirty I ain't got nuttin' to do
I just wanna take a break
No stress, no play
I just wanna lay and
Chill at the crib all day
No, no ,no
It's time to get that ass off of the couch
Get up!
It's Friday night, we gotta get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Okay, I got nuttin' to say
'Cuz we been chillin' at the crib all day

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Hang On - Lyrics - The Conells

Title: Hang On
Artist: The Conells
Composer(s): David Dowell Connell, Michael Collier Connell, George Harris Huntley, Douglas John Mac Millan, Stephen Jacob Potak, William Peele Wimberley

Lyric:
There's peace in the valley and the scum's moving in
And I'm here in Rallee, really
But what does it matter when you're doin' well
I'm just here getting sadder, really

Hang on, hang on, brother, hang on, hang on
Hang on to your head, hang on to your heart
Hang on, hang on

There's noise from the hill side and we're all listening
In from here on the outside, really

Hang on, hang on, brother, hang on, hang on
Hang on to your head, hang on to your heart
Hang on, hang on

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Why Is That? - Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Title: Why Is That?
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

Lyric:
The day begins with a grin
And a prayer to excuse my sins
I can walk anywhere I choose
'Cause everybody listens to the B.D.P. crew

We're not here for glamor or fashion
But here's the question I'm askin'
Why is it young black kids taught black?
They're only taught how to read, write and act

It's like teachin' a dog to be a cat
You don't teach white kids to be black
Why is that? Is it because we're the minority?
Well, black kids follow me

Genesis chapter eleven verse ten
Explains the genealogy of Shem
Chem was a black man in Africa
If you repeat this fact they can't laugh at ya

Genesis fourteen verse thirteen
Abraham steps on the scene
Being a descendant of Shem which is a fact
Means, Abraham too was black

Abraham born in the city of a black man
Called Nimrod, grandson of Kam
Kam had four sons, one was named Canaan
Here, let me do some explaining

Abraham was the father of Isaac
Isaac was the father of Jacob
Jacob had twelve sons for real
And these were the children of Israel

According to Genesis chapter ten
Egyptians descended from Ham
Six hundred years later my brother read up
Moses was born in Egypt

In this era black Egyptians weren't right
They enslaved black Israelites
Moses had to be of the black race
Because he spent forty years in Pharaoh's place

He passed as the Pharaoh's grandson
So he had to look just like him
Yes, my brothers and sisters take this here song
Yo, correct the wrong

The information we get today is just wack
But ask yourself, why is that?

The age of the ignorant rapper is done
Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone
The stereotype must be lost
That love and peace and knowledge is soft

Do away with that and understand one fact
For love, peace must attack
And attack real strong, stronger than war
To conquer it and its law

Mental pictures, stereotypes and fake history
Reinforces mystery
And when mystery is reinforced
That only means that knowledge has been lost

When you know who you really are
Peace and knowledge shines like a star
I've only shown you a simple fact
It takes a nation of millions to hold us people back

Which is wack but we can correct that
Teach and learn what it is to be black
'Cause they're teachin' birds to be a cat
But ask yourself homeboy, why is that?

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Why Is That? - Lyrics - A Retrospective - Krs One

Title: Why Is That?
Album: A Retrospective
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
The day begins with a grin
And a prayer to excuse my sins
I can walk anywhere I choose
'Cause everybody listens to the B.D.P. crew

We're not here for glamor or fashion
But here's the question I'm askin'
Why is it young black kids taught black?
They're only taught how to read, write and act

It's like teachin' a dog to be a cat
You don't teach white kids to be black
Why is that? Is it because we're the minority?
Well, black kids follow me

Genesis chapter eleven verse ten
Explains the genealogy of Shem
Chem was a black man in Africa
If you repeat this fact they can't laugh at ya

Genesis fourteen verse thirteen
Abraham steps on the scene
Being a descendant of Shem which is a fact
Means, Abraham too was black

Abraham born in the city of a black man
Called Nimrod, grandson of Kam
Kam had four sons, one was named Canaan
Here, let me do some explaining

Abraham was the father of Isaac
Isaac was the father of Jacob
Jacob had twelve sons for real
And these were the children of Israel

According to Genesis chapter ten
Egyptians descended from Ham
Six hundred years later my brother read up
Moses was born in Egypt

In this era black Egyptians weren't right
They enslaved black Israelites
Moses had to be of the black race
Because he spent forty years in Pharaoh's place

He passed as the Pharaoh's grandson
So he had to look just like him
Yes, my brothers and sisters take this here song
Yo, correct the wrong

The information we get today is just wack
But ask yourself, why is that?

The age of the ignorant rapper is done
Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone
The stereotype must be lost
That love and peace and knowledge is soft

Do away with that and understand one fact
For love, peace must attack
And attack real strong, stronger than war
To conquer it and its law

Mental pictures, stereotypes and fake history
Reinforces mystery
And when mystery is reinforced
That only means that knowledge has been lost

When you know who you really are
Peace and knowledge shines like a star
I've only shown you a simple fact
It takes a nation of millions to hold us people back

Which is wack but we can correct that
Teach and learn what it is to be black
'Cause they're teachin' birds to be a cat
But ask yourself homeboy, why is that?

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Make Noise - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: Make Noise
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Busta (Trevor Smi Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
Hoo, hah, hoo, hah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock star shit niggas
From the street, to the stadium
From the street, to the stadium
From the street, to the stadium niggas
Now c'mon

Bouncing, everytime I be hittin' y'all niggas with shit
That be makin y'all niggas really wanna black up in the fucking spot
We keepin' hot for my niggas fresh up off the block
Now all my people bust a shot blow, blow, blow
Bus a bus is back all in your face and I'm back to replace
And lace y'all niggas with shit that'll totally erase
These other corny niggas up outta your head
As far as I'm concerned none of them niggas can fuck with the dreds
What, what, what

Yeah, yeah, I be keepin' it movin', and be keepin' it groovin'
Rep for my niggas by showin' and provin'
That we the illest when it comes to this here
Now go get the drinks, go get the blunts, and get the fire
What you say? Yeah, yeah, yeah
What the fuck is bounce up in your truck when you start to conduct
Yourself in a way that be makin' you wanna fuck
Wild out in the spot, and get to actin' like savages
Tell the one who manages the spot, I got the damages, ho, ho

I know y'all niggas want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

I know y'all bitches want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

Busta rhymes givin' it to y'all niggas so check me out
While I pick up my crew and pick up Rah Digga
I'm talkin 'bout how we be puttin' it down wit my Flipmode familia
That's a fact we comin' through, so step back
Move, move, move, move, move
Get the fuck up off of me and please release me from my shackle
Watch me and my crew and how we tacklin' corner the market
Y'all niggas know exactly how we about to spark it
Makin' all of you the target, blau, blau, blau

See how we be keepin' it comin' regardless whatever the reason
It never matters whatever the season
Now peep how we wildin', and breezin' on through
When you know that we will keep it together whatever, get the cheddar
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah now, lemme continue to talk to my people and continue
To blow the roof off the building and right before we get to
Wreckin' the spot everybody climb up on something and tear the lights
Up off of the ceiling, bo, bo, bo, bo

I know y'all niggas want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

I know y'all bitches want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

Hoo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz, make noise now, c'mon
From the streets, to the stadium, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz
Here we go now, make noise now, everybody now, c'mon, ha

How's about to keep it kinda raw and just give it to motherfuckers
And how we smash it and cash it we rip it from motherfuckers
You know we got it, you niggas know we rockin'
And get all up in your pocket, yo, yo, yo
Yeah, yeah me and brother named Lenny Kravitz
We tearin' it down and blowin' the spot in the Jacob Javitz
However you wanna do it grab the gas and the matches and start the fire
Take it up a little higher, yeah, yeah, yeah

I know y'all niggas want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

I know y'all bitches want it
What
I know y'all really need it
Ho
The shit to keep you bouncin'
What
To keep the party heated
Make noise, make noise, make noise, make noise, c'mon

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Next Up - Lyrics - Underground Kingz - Ugk

Title: Next Up
Album: Underground Kingz
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman, Antonio Hardy, Marlon Lu'Ree Williams, Nathaniel Wilson

Lyric:
Gawddayum, I don't know what y'all been thinkin' 'bout
But I think this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down

I'm from the streets that make niggaz walk slow, talk low
With white chalk-o, mi casa be siete uno ocho
Brooklyn motherfucker, handle this
Pardon my Spanish and French

Okay, I stay clever like Mayweather with lay leather
Till your face sever, one of the greatest ever
Beyond ringin' bells, my name's so demandin'
Shit, I got the swagger that'll leave Dakota Fanning

I hope you niggaz over standin', I stay sucker-free
The next king of in the game, you ain't got enough to be
Your career last a week, that'll be luckily
Fuck with me, the rap game'll need protective custody

I'm the same thug that be surrounded with women
Gave the game true religion before you found it in denim
Feel the Wrath of Kane and you could not escape
The hip hop version of ?The Ring? and you just watched the tape

And keep your eyes on the niggas in Ward
Triple black in the candy painted car is the color of board
Me or my brother on pall with n'am nigga
We trill, workin' the wheel, understand nigga?

I smother and split a bitch down to the tendon
High pressure, if you don't break your ass bendin'
I'm way past endin' in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'

Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased
From the South to Midwest, Cali to the East
Go to any city nigga and bring my name up
I bet I eat the best rapper they got in the game up

Call a nigga up, email him or chirp him
Make a meal out his motherfuckin' ass and then burp him
Don't fuck around, I'm not your lil' homey
I'm the King of the Underground, so act like you know me

Homie, we big steppin', big reppin'
We givin' kids Smith & Wesson's lessons, you get left with a sketchin'
Left with the Midwest, clique Texans
G. and Daddy Kane, the click Texas, pop you to death

I put private planes on swift Jetsons, niggaz know what it is
When you see the ball cap and a slick Thessons
Till you strip vexin? to a movie clip from the Westerns
Shit from the Uzi clip lift up your midsection

He will introduce you to the nose on the Glock fam
Give you metal jackets like clothes from a rock band
Multiple holes, you get those on your top, man
High roller dose some hoes on the cock plan

Froze but never coldly rolls with a hot hand
We stackin' cheese till the rubber bands pop scrams
And I ain't breakdancin' when I'm in the pop stance
Bank pounds like James Brown give 'em ?Hot Pants?

I make your girl get down and open it up
Put my dick up in they jaws and go in they butt
I'm a young hot street flame, they call me Sweet James
Or call me Sir Jones, two hundred dollar cologne

Board Nine or Issey Miyaki
I got your girl mine, meat strong like saki
I ain't Rocky but I keep her rockin'
Fuck around, I'll knock your tuna fish out of socket

Your bitch out of pocket, she under pimpery
She reckless eyeballin' watchin' my top fall in
On my Lamborghini with the quick scream
Fettucini, linguine, shrimp and a bowl of lean

What you know about gettin' cross country?
Nigga, your piece big but your diamond look monkey
You need to take that shit back
That ain't no Emmy diamonds what the fuck you done to that

Bitch, what the fuck you done to that?
Now, damn, somebody need to beat Jacob ass over that

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House Of Mirrors - Lyrics - The Ringmaster - Insane Clown Posse

Title: House Of Mirrors
Album: The Ringmaster
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen, the House of Mirrors
For just one bet, venture through this wonderful exhibit
See yourself in all the weird shapes and sizes
You, young man, would you like to go into the House of Mirrors
Well, okay

Have a good time, son
And good luck finding your way out
Wait a minute, I don't like it in here
Hey, wait a minute, let me out of here
Let there's dead bodies in here
There's dead bodies in here, I don't like it in here

Step inside, come my way
This here is your fatal day
You have lied, they have cried
Now your life has been denied

Look into the big mirror
Your reflection is so clear
Devil's head, rotting flesh
With the snakes inside your chest

In the mirror you can't hide
You've been granted Jacob's lide
Whipping fear, spinning pain
All you crying is in vain

You're the beast you never knew
This reflects the things you do
Others starving down the block
Richie's heart is like a rock

How can I make a law?
I'm just here to break your jaw
House of glass, down and up
You might get your ass cut

Mirror of life, mirror of pain
Death, I wave my magic cain
Your last words are those of fear
But they go unheard in the House of Mirrors

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the wickedest of all
Three blind mice, deepest fear
Welcome to the House of Mirrors

Magic wand, magic mirror
Timeless clock says death is near
Death is here, death is on
My king bishop takes your pawn
You can't break House of Mirrors

That's bad luck for seven years
Only in my wicked realm
Of thee untold, now unfold
Thinking back, what you do

Buy a richie home or two
Even though some down and out
You keep what you could live without
You're the beast you never knew
This reflects the things you do

Others starving down the block
Richie's heart is like a rock
First I grab, then I stab
Cut you up into a slab

Grind and twist, flick my wrist
Toss you in the magic mist
Look into halls of glass
Every mirror shows the past
With no love you kick the sin of face
Now your place is in the House of Mirrors

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the wickedest of all
Three blind mice, deepest fear
Welcome to the House of Mirrors

Three blind mice, your worst fear
Look into the deadly mirror

Welcome to the House of Mirrors, Mr. Exec
You should explain to E why ICP should let you live
As you look on I see this image in your reflection
A bigot under cover, showing no affections
To the ghettos and the hoods

Just look at you, you think for us, you're too good
Claiming all you got and you can die tomorrow
And when that shit happens, there's no pinion, no sorrow
'Cuz you refuse to lift a hand
And you know it's a blessing to help a brother man stand

And if I were you I'd fear myself
Knowing I was selfish and wouldn't let another near my wealth
You just gotta let 'em fall
You Violent J, "What up?", bash that head against the wall
And don't let him run for the door
(Where you goin, bitch?)

Make him detour to the sore
And let's wash away his bigot sins
While we welcome in some more of his bigot ass friends
And let them see what they really like
Hand-high riding the Benz and I'm a clown-riding the bike

So look closely in the mirror
You're the beast you never knew
So be the next to volunteer
To live in the hood with the ICP
Yo, J, throw away the key to the House of Mirrors

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the wickedest of all
Three blind mice, deepest fear
Welcome to the House of Mirrors

Three blind mice, your worst fear
Look into the deadly mirror

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Ice Cold - Lyrics - Baby Aka The #1 Stunna

Title: Ice Cold
Artist: Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Composer(s): Terrance Jermain Quaites, Phalon Alexander, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the book
'Pimps Are People Too'
He is also the president of 'Guns, Bitches and Automobiles'
He also controls all the seafood trade

He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primes
The salmon, the little salmon, the big selmen
The sardines, the cardads and all that

Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together
And give a warm welcome
To Jay Fizzle, my nizzle, fo shizzle
Hey, turn up J. Fizzle's microphone

Stunner and T Kizzie that's so icey
Mommy gave me rangs on the back of my bikey
I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey
Icey icey, my wifey wifey

They should have named me Dr. Freeze
'Cause I'm the coldest nigga y'all done seen
Day that rap met R&B
We got the Birdman, Jazze and me

Ay, ay, see I'm so icey, my life so cool
So so icey, the boys a fool
Ice from iceman, I ice my boo
Iced all over, from my head to her shoe

Ice in the mail from Jacob, boo
I got a million dollar prala seat behind ya too
It's million dollar mob that's behind me, boo
Now watch what the fuck I do
Wipe 'em down, wipe 'em down, biatch

Tell me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice cold?
Tell me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice cold?

Ay, ay, T Kizzie, R&B around
I put ice on my mom and my sister too
It's mister icey icey in the burgundy coupe
I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here
On them white-wall tires with them white-wall rims

It's the million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots
I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoe
Look at iced up dro back, iced up me
Watch number eighteen as he kill the city

Put ice on my Benz, on the twenty inch rims
And I ice my lens with the barberry tims
I got ice on my wrist, too cold to melt
Pinky ring, icey icey in a bird nest

I'm from the ice clique, we unexplainably rich
Whole lot of hits, whole lot of chips
C O, the Birdman, whole lot of bricks
Put it all together, that's a whole lot of shit

Tell me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice cold?
Tell me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice cold?

Ay, ay, T. Kizzie, big pimpin'
I got million dollar game, with as fly as freak
Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth
Round shape, we shape, my shit is a fool
I got fifteen karats, icey ice, my boo

Went to the corner, you can see me
I'm in the ice cold six four, smokin' dro
Ballin' nice and E-Z, S S that I bought from fresh
With the Cali license plate that read 'L.A. Is Best'

Big Wop is iced out and Ceedi iced out
Tiny-toe, big G, my rounds iced out
And Exey icey hot, and busy is too
We get money, spit ice and wear Gucci suits

Let me tell you 'bout what we are is what we are
Ice cold money makin', see ya marra
And we gon' keep ballin' 'til they close the bar
And do the same damn thing tomarra, oh yeah, oh yeah

Tell me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice cold?
Tell me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice cold?

Fo sho, nigga, y'all know who want this ice shit
For this game, nigga, it ain't no secret
See ya morra for life, nigga, my whole crew shinnin', nigga
Busy, Birdman, third world magnolia, biatch

Say T Queezie, you too hot for me pimpin'
See you stunnin' and you talk enough shit
To make a cripple man walk, I'm a tell you like this, dog

See Jimmy, you holdin' down back there
Nigga, keep your head up, I'ma say
Elton, are you still one of the hottest niggas out there nigga?
You ain't front at all nigga, keep ya head up, biatch

My brother's in this shit ya heard me, biatch
Please believe me, nigga
[Incomprehensible]
Birdcall, motherfucker, motherfucker

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Ice Cold - Lyrics - Birdman - Birdman

Title: Ice Cold
Album: Birdman
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): Terrance Jermain Quaites, Phalon Alexander, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the book
'Pimps Are People Too'
He is also the president of 'Guns, Bitches and Automobiles'
He also controls all the seafood trade

He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primes
The salmon, the little salmon, the big selmen
The sardines, the cardads and all that

Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together
And give a warm welcome
To Jay Fizzle, my nizzle, fo shizzle
Hey, turn up J. Fizzle's microphone

Stunner and T Kizzie that's so icey
Mommy gave me rangs on the back of my bikey
I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey
Icey icey, my wifey wifey

They should have named me Dr. Freeze
'Cause I'm the coldest nigga y'all done seen
Day that rap met R&B
We got the Birdman, Jazze and me

Ay, ay, see I'm so icey, my life so cool
So so icey, the boys a fool
Ice from iceman, I ice my boo
Iced all over, from my head to her shoe

Ice in the mail from Jacob, boo
I got a million dollar prala seat behind ya too
It's million dollar mob that's behind me, boo
Now watch what the fuck I do
Wipe 'em down, wipe 'em down, biatch

Tell me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice cold?
Tell me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice cold?

Ay, ay, T Kizzie, R&B around
I put ice on my mom and my sister too
It's mister icey icey in the burgundy coupe
I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here
On them white-wall tires with them white-wall rims

It's the million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots
I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoe
Look at iced up dro back, iced up me
Watch number eighteen as he kill the city

Put ice on my Benz, on the twenty inch rims
And I ice my lens with the barberry tims
I got ice on my wrist, too cold to melt
Pinky ring, icey icey in a bird nest

I'm from the ice clique, we unexplainably rich
Whole lot of hits, whole lot of chips
C O, the Birdman, whole lot of bricks
Put it all together, that's a whole lot of shit

Tell me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice cold?
Tell me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice cold?

Ay, ay, T. Kizzie, big pimpin'
I got million dollar game, with as fly as freak
Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth
Round shape, we shape, my shit is a fool
I got fifteen karats, icey ice, my boo

Went to the corner, you can see me
I'm in the ice cold six four, smokin' dro
Ballin' nice and E-Z, S S that I bought from fresh
With the Cali license plate that read 'L.A. Is Best'

Big Wop is iced out and Ceedi iced out
Tiny-toe, big G, my rounds iced out
And Exey icey hot, and busy is too
We get money, spit ice and wear Gucci suits

Let me tell you 'bout what we are is what we are
Ice cold money makin', see ya marra
And we gon' keep ballin' 'til they close the bar
And do the same damn thing tomarra, oh yeah, oh yeah

Tell me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice cold?
Tell me why, why is it so
That I'm so, oh, ice cold?

Fo sho, nigga, y'all know who want this ice shit
For this game, nigga, it ain't no secret
See ya morra for life, nigga, my whole crew shinnin', nigga
Busy, Birdman, third world magnolia, biatch

Say T Queezie, you too hot for me pimpin'
See you stunnin' and you talk enough shit
To make a cripple man walk, I'm a tell you like this, dog

See Jimmy, you holdin' down back there
Nigga, keep your head up, I'ma say
Elton, are you still one of the hottest niggas out there nigga?
You ain't front at all nigga, keep ya head up, biatch

My brother's in this shit ya heard me, biatch
Please believe me, nigga
[Incomprehensible]
Birdcall, motherfucker, motherfucker

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I Don'T Believe It - Lyrics - Hedley - Hedley

Title: I Don'T Believe It
Album: Hedley
Artist: Hedley
Composer(s): Chris Crippin, Brian Howes, Tom Macdonald, Dave Rosin, Jacob Hoggard

Lyric:
Just give me one good reason, just one to stop me leaving
'Cause I can't think of anything at all
The shock is wearing off and we'll both be better off when
I pick myself up and drop you on the floor

Maybe I'm better off this way
With one less hole inside my brain
You'll never get the best of me, never again

'Cause I'm not gonna be your whipping boy
You're not gonna run around on me
And I don't believe this is happening to me this way

I don't believe it
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
I don't believe it
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

I know you knew my brother and now you know all my friends
I didn't know that you knew them all that well
You got me looking stupid so this where it all ends
You pushed me too far one too many times

Maybe I'm better off this way
With one less hole inside my brain
You'll never get the best of me, never again

'Cause I'm not gonna be your whipping boy
You're not gonna run around on me
And I don't believe this is happening to me this way

I don't believe it
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
I don't believe it
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

There was a time I'd give up
Anything to hold your hand
But I'm wide awake you're a big mistake
I'll never make again

'Cause I'm not gonna be your whipping boy
You're not gonna run around on me
I get off work an hour early to wait up for you until 3

And I don't believe this is happening
I can't believe this is happening
I don't believe this is happening to me this way

I don't believe it
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
I don't believe it
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

I don't believe it
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
I don't believe it
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

I don't believe it

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