Can'T Catch Me - Lyrics - Lita - Lita Ford

Title: Can'T Catch Me
Album: Lita
Artist: Lita Ford
Composer(s): Lita Ford, David Ezrin, Lemmy Kilmister

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Lyric:
Don't try to push the strong arm on me
You'd better think twice I ain't no Sandra Dee
Don't think I'm easy I wasn't born blonde
I've been around, 'n' now they here 'n' gone
And I've seen things that you'll never believe
Fast mover, 'n' you can't catch me

Can't catch me
Can't catch me
Can't catch me
Catch me if you can

I been up 'n' now I been down
I been messed up 'n' turned around
I've been a fool 'n' I been wise
I've seen shit in paradise
An' I still got the aces up my sleeve
Fast mover and you can't catch me

Can't catch me
Can't catch me
Can't catch me

Can't catch me
Can't catch me
Can't catch me
And so catch me if you can

Oh! What a pity such a pretty boy
California's little pride 'n' joy
But that ain't all it takes
It need more than just a pretty face
I deserve an ace with a little taste
Don't come sniffin' around my tree
I'm off and runnin', you can't catch me

Can't catch me
Can't catch me
Can't catch me

Can't catch me
Can't catch me
Can't catch me

Ah! No, you can't catch me
No, you can't catch me
No, you can't catch me

You ain't catch me
You ain't catch me
You ain't catch me
Ah! Catch me if you can

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Catch Me If You Can - Lyrics - Angela Via

Title: Catch Me If You Can
Artist: Angela Via
Composer(s): Brian M Steckler, Angela Trullinger

Lyric:
Yeah

Oh, come on, try to catch me
Oh, catch me if you can
Oh, come on, try to catch me
Oh, catch me if you can

Look out, it's time the world was ready
For a new thing, it's time I got ahead
Get fit, nothin's gonna stop me
And I won't quit till I'm sittin' on the top

Never give up when the going gets rough
I know I'm gonna make it through
So just trying will never be enough
I'll show you there's nothing that I can't do

Oh, come on, try to catch me
Oh, catch me if you can
Oh, come on, try to catch me
Oh, catch me if you can

Come on, come on, catch me now
Catch me, Pokemon
Can you come on catch me, can you now?
You can't catch me anyhow

Get up, let's see what you're made of
Bring it on, you know I'm not afraid
There's no way that you can slow me down now
It's time to show you what I'm all about

I'll never give when the going gets rough
I know I'm gonna make it through
So just trying will never be enough
I'll show you there's nothing that I can't do

Oh, come on, try to catch me
Oh, catch me if you can
Oh, come on, try to catch me
Oh, catch me if you can

Oh, come on, try to catch me
Oh, catch me if you can
Oh, come on, try to catch me
Oh, catch me if you can

It's so close I can almost taste it
There's no way I'll ever look back
It's so hard but stoppin's not an option
I'm gonna keep on, keep on, 'cause I believe in me

Come on, come on, catch me now
Catch me, Pokemon
Can you come and catch me, can you now?
You can't catch me anyhow

Come on, come on, catch me now
Catch me, Pokemon
Can you come and catch me, can you now?
You can't catch me anyhow

Come on, come on, catch me now
Catch me, Pokemon
Can you come and catch me, can you now?
You can't catch me anyhow

Come on, come on, catch me now
Catch me, Pokemon
Can you come and catch me, can you now?
(Catch me if you can)

Oh, come on, try to catch me
Oh, catch me if you can
Oh, come on, try to catch me
Oh, catch me if you can

Oh, come on, try to catch me
Oh, catch me if you can
Oh, come on, try to catch me
Oh, catch me if you can

Oh, come on, try to catch me
Oh, catch me if you can
Oh, come on, try to catch me
Oh, catch me if you can

Oh, come on, try to catch me
Oh, catch me if you can
Oh, come on, try to catch me
Oh, catch me if you can

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Ridin' (Papoose Remix) - Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Title: Ridin' (Papoose Remix)
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Oscar Edward Salinas, Juan Carlos Jr Salinas, Hakeem Seriki, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
They see me rollin'
They hatin', patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

Grindin' to see if they can see me lean
I'm tense, so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see these gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen

Now ridin' with a new chick, she like "Hold up"
Next to the Play station controlla
It's a full clip and my pistolla
Send a jacker into a coma

Girl you ain't know I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryna bone, ain't tryna have no babies
Ride clean as hell, so I pull in ladies
Laws on patrol and you know they hate me

Music turned up all the way to the maximum
I got speakers, some niggaz tryna jack for some
But we packin' somethin' and what we have for um
We'll have a nigga locked up in a maximum, security cell

I'm grippin' oak
Music loud and I'm tippin' slow
Twins steady twistin' like "Hit this dough"
D's behind and it's in rethrowed

Windows down, gotta stop pollution
City change just like, "Who is that producin'?"
That's the Play N Skillz when we out and cruisin'
Got warrants in every city except Houston, but I still ain't losin'

They see me rollin'
They hatin', patrollin and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

I've been drinkin' and smokin', holy shit 'cause I really can't focus
I gotta get it home before the po po's scope this
Big ole excursion just swerve'n, all up in the curb'n

A nigga be sippin' on the Hennessey and the Gin again
It's in again we in the wind
Don't wanna hold up while I puff on the blunt
I roll another one up and leave it like we ain't givin' a fuck

I got a blunt up in my right hand
40 0z. in my lap, freezin' my balls
Rollin' up a tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep me and my dogs

Yo' I gotta hit the back streets
Wanted by the six five and I got heat
Glock, glock shots to the block, we creep, creep
Pop, pop hope cops don't see me on the low key

With no regard for the law, we dodge 'em like, "Fuck 'em all"
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car and a blunt to spark
Wonder if you want nigga it poppin' dog
Ready or not, we bust shots off in the air
Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

They see me rollin'
They hatin', patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

You wouldn't think it so, I tryed ta let cha go
Turn on my blanker light and then I swang it slow
And they upset for fa sho, 'cause they think they know
That they catchin' me with plenty of the drank and dro'

So they get behind me, tryna catch my tags
Look in my rear view and they smilin'
Thinkin' they'll catch me in the wrong, they keep tryin'
Steady denyin' that it's racial profilin'

Houston, Texas you can check my tags
Pull me over, try to check my slab
Glove compartment, gotta get my cash
'Cause the crooked cops'll try to come up fast

Bein' the balla that I am, I'm talk to them not givin' a
Damn about them not feelin' my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin' dirty
Bet you'll be leavin' with an even madder mood

Then I'll laugh at you then I'll have to cruise
Ya my number two on some old school DJ Screw
You can't arrest me, plus you can't sue
This is a message to the laws, tell 'em "We hate you"

I could be tough tell 'em that they shoulda known
Tippin' down, sittin' crooked on my chrome
Bookin' my phone, findin' a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me
I'm 'bout to pull up at your home and it's on

They see me rollin'
They hatin', patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

They see me rollin'
They hatin', patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

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Ridin - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: Ridin
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Oscar Edward Salinas, Juan Carlos Jr Salinas, Hakeem Seriki, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
They see me rollin', they hatin' patrollin'
And tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, try and catch me ridin dirty

Grindin' to see if they can see me lean
I'm tense, so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see these gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Now ridin with a new chick, she like, "Hold up"
Next to the Playstation controlla

It's a full clip and my pistolla, send a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin' bone, ain't tryin' have no babies
Ride clean as hell, so I pull in ladies

Laws on patrol and you know they hate me
Music turned up all the way to the maximum
I got speakers, some niggaz tryin' jack for some
But we packin' somethin' and what we have for um

We'll have a nigga locked up in a maximum, security cell
I'm grippin' oak , music loud and I'm tippin' slow
Twins steady twistin' like, 'Hit this dough'
D's behind and it's in re-throwed

Windows down, gotta stop pollution
City change just like, "Who is that producin'?"
That's the Play N Skillz when we out and cruisin'
Got warrants in every city except Houston but I still ain't losin'

They see me rollin', they hatin' patrollin'
And tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

I've been and smokin', holy shit 'cause I really can't focus
I gotta get it home before the po-po's scope this
Big ole Excursion just swerve'n, all up in the curb'n
A nigga be sippin' on the Hennessey and the Gin again

It's in again we in the wind
Don't wanna hold up while I puff on the blunt
I roll another one up, and leave it like
We ain't givin' a fuck, I got a blunt up in my right hand

40 0z. in my lap, freezin' my balls
Rollin' up a tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep me and my dogs
Yo' I gotta hit the back streets

Wanted by the six-five and I got heat
Glock, glock shots to the block, we creep creep
Pop pop hope cops don't see me on the low key
With no regard for the law, we dodge 'em like, "Fuck 'em all"

But I won't get caught up and brought
Up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car and a blunt to spark
Wonder if you want nigga it poppin' dog
Ready or not, we bust shots off in the air
Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

They see me rollin', they hatin' patrollin'
And tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

You wouldn't think it so, I tried to let cha go
Turn on my blanker light, and then I swang it slow
And they upset for fa sho' 'cause they think they know
That they catchin' me with plenty of the drank and dro'

So they get behind me, tryin' to take my tags
Look in my rear view and they smilin'
Thinkin' they'll catch me in the wrong, they keep tryin'
Steady denyin' that it's racial profilin'

Houston, Texas you can check my tags
Pull me over, try to check my slab
Glove compartment, gotta get my cash
'Cause the crooked cops'll try to come up fast

Bein' the balla that I am, I'm talk to them not givin' a
Damn about them not feelin' my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty
Bet you'll be leavin' with an even madder mood

Then I'll laugh at you then I'll have to cruise
Ya my number two on some old school DJ Screw
You can't arrest me, plus you can't sue
This is a message to the laws, tell 'em, "We hate you"

I could be tough tell 'em that they shoulda known
Tippin' down, sittin' crooked on my chrome
Bookin' my phone, findin' a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me
I'm 'bout to pull up at your home, and it's on

They see me rollin', they hatin' patrollin'
And tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

They see me rollin', they hatin' patrollin'
And tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

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Old Dirt Hill (Bring That Beat Back) - Lyrics - Stand Up - Dave Matthews Band

Title: Old Dirt Hill (Bring That Beat Back)
Album: Stand Up
Artist: Dave Matthews Band
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Dave Matthews, Stefan Lessard, Carter Beauford, Leroi Moore, Boyd Tinsley

Lyric:
Bring that beat back to me again
Take me back, take me back, can't catch me, can't catch me
Bring that beat back to me again
Take me back, take me back, can't catch me, can't catch me

Ride my bike down the old dirt hill
First time without my trainin' wheels
First time I kissed you I lost my legs
Bring that beat back to me again

Scream and shout out loud our innocence
And days when all we did would never end

Bring that beat back to me again
Take me back, take me back, can't catch me, can't catch me
Bring that beat back to me again
Take me back, take me back, can't catch me, can't catch me

Smokin' under the railroad bridge
I used to ride my bike down that old dirt hill
The first time I kissed you I lost my legs
Bring that beat back to me again

Scream and shout out loud our innocence
Days when all we did would never end
Screamin' down that old dirt hill
Bring that beat back to me again

[But she'd snow] when it gets hard
That's when the days I remember seem so far away
When I was just a kid that's what I miss
Yeah, I was just a kid that's what I miss
Oh, take me back, take me back to that beat again

Smokin' under the railroad bridge
Bring that beat back to me again
Bring that beat back to me again
Bring that beat back to me again

First time all we, good good friends
Bring that beat back to me again
Bring that beat back to me again
Bring that beat back to me again

Bring that beat back to me again
Bring that beat back to me again
Bring that beat back to me again

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Betcha Can'T Do It Like Me - Lyrics - Down for Life - D4l

Title: Betcha Can'T Do It Like Me
Album: Down for Life
Artist: D4l
Composer(s): Carlos Walker, Lefabian Williams, Dennis Butler, Adrian Parks, Teriyakie Nicodean Smith, Mark Robinson, Dj Poo

Lyric:
You fuckin' thieves, we D4L
And we back
(Betcha, betcha, betcha, betcha, betcha)

I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)

I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Oh, Fa-bo)

Prince O in the house and we represent the south
And I got to let 'em know
D4L came to ride and we can roll
Ain't nothin' but the pimpin' inside and she can go
We done kicked up, they can watch me roll
Anybody buck better lock and load
Ain't goin' to the truck better watch that ho
If she knuck, if she buck she can hit 'em wit a fo'

Oh, I betcha stand on one toe
With ya arms in the air imitate Fa-bo
Stop drop roll pop one time
Lean back, Sprewell and pop one mo'
Oh I betcha you can't get like me
Roll a blunt and take a hit like me
Step in the club and pull a bitch like me
He split like hair he should like me

I betcha can't do it like me
I'm tipsy off Coke and Hennessy
When I walk up you niggaz envy me
Cause I'm D4L you know who we be
Made ya first streak in 2003
2004, it's all about me
I'm gonna explain so ya'll folks can see
Watch me do it, it's so easy

First ya get real low, bounce on ya toes
Snap ya finger, make yo arm roll
Hit the flo' do the Fa-bo
Get real crazy and scream out Oh!
I'm tired of givin' you suckers game for free
Next time when I pull out my Cd
Thirty-two tracks to thirty-two G's
I bet you can't do my dance like me, oh

I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)

I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)

Now we on some other shit
D4L, ya can't see this
Stayin' down with them ghetto hits
A team of soldiers spittin' lyrics
Talkin' slick, he gon' beats this shit
Choppa will, it's gonna hit you quick
Splack-a, Splack-a duck bitch
Betcha can't work this streak like this

Flip a P and it keeps so quick
Broke down in dimes and nicks
Hit the club so fresh with click
On the floor, doin' a dance like this
Locster that walked through the door
With a box of the blunts and an ounce of the dro
And a bag of them pills and ya know I'm spinnin' like whoa
I'll knock a nigga ass to the flo'

Ask Carlos, ask Fa-bo
Ask Lamar and Mook-B ask Bruski, they all know
Nope, I ain't really playin' with a ho
When the cat start sprayin' I ain't layin' with a ho
I catch 'em in the hood and hit with the fo'
Do my dance on that ho

Nope, I betcha can't do it like a G
Grab a tee and wipe the feet like me
Ain't gonna do it right but they still wanna see
And they all wanna but they can't do it like me
Nope, but I can do it like me
Shake the leg and get to it like me
DJ booth, you like me
Make 'em dance and get crunk like me

I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)

I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)

They know I'm low I'm C-E-O
Got stacks on deck, I pop, I roll
The cars, the clothes, the life I know
The hard, the soft, the dro that's so
It's time that I shine, it's D4L
On my grandmama potna, all haters go to hell
I can't stand drama shawty ain't no stories I can't tell
Betcha can't do it like me, can't break no bank
Everytime they try they fail, come on

I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)

I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
I betcha can't do it like me
(Nope)
(Nope, nope, nope)

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Cant C Me - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: Cant C Me
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, George Jr Clinton, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes lookin' hard
But won't realize that they will never see the P
You must be goin' blind

Give me my money in stacks and lace my bitches with 9 figures
Real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I'll catch 'em while they coked up and weeded

Open fire, noww them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh and test and get your chest blown
Straight out tha west, don't get blown
My adversaries cry like ho's, open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe? Nigga you ain't know?

They got me stressed out on Death Row
I've seen money but, baby, I gots to gets mo'
You scream and go, 2Pac and I ain't stoppin' till I'm well paid
Bail's, paid now nigga, look what hell made

Visions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire
Buncha thug life niggas on tha rise until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss playa gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by, niggas can't see me

The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize, you can't see me

Been gettin' worried that these square mothafuckers with nerves
Sayin' they can get with us but picture me gettin' served
My own mama say I'm thugged out, my shit be bumpin' out
Tha record store as if it was a drug house

My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, nigga what?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug and there I was
A young nigga with heart ain't had a shit to lose
Pullin' my pistol on them fools, you know the rules

D R E you got me heated my words like a penitentiary dick
Hittin' bitches where it's most needed money and weed
Alazay and Hennesse, to my thug niggas in lock down
Witness me bail on these ho's in floss mode

Tha life of a Boss Playa, fuck what ya thought tho'
My enemies deceased, die like a bitch
When my album hit tha streetz, niggas can't see me
Niggas can't see

Which way did he go, George?
Which way did he go?
Which way did he go?
Which way did he go?

You niggas made a mistake
You shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre
Them thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgement Day
Hey, homie if ya feel me, tell them tricks that shot me

That they missed they ain't killed me
I can make a mothafucker shake
Rattle and roll, I'm full of liquor
Thug nigga quick to jab at them ho's

And I can make ya jealous niggas famous
Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a nigga's aim is
I'm just a rich mothafucker from tha way
If this rappin' bring me money then I'm rappin' till I'm paid

I'm gettin' green like I'm supposed to
Nigga, I holla at these ho's and see how many I can go through
Look to the star and visualize my debut
Niggas know me, playa I gotta stay true

Don't be a dumb mothafucker
'Cause it's crazy after dark
Where the true thug niggas
See ya heart? Niggas can't see me

Yo, check this out, stay off his dick
Niggas can't see
(Right before your eyes I'll disappear from here)
You niggas can't see me
(You can't see me)

I know it's hard nigga, I'm all up in your face but you still can't see
(You can't see me)
All up in your range, but niggas can't see
20/20 vision won't visualize
(I'm in tha flesh, baby but you can't see me)
All the glasses won't help you realize

You blinded, you blinded, you can't c me, you can't c me
Thug life, baby, don't believe everything you read
Alazay and weed
(You can't see me, right before your very eyes, you won't even visualize)

(You can't see me)
Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac, niggas can't see me
I dedicate this to you punk mothafuckers
This one's for you big baby 'coz you bitch ass
Niggas can't see me, niggas can't see me
(You can't see me)

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, you won't see me
First see me, now ya don't, wanna see me, but ya won't
Come to see me, but ya can't, ohh, you can't see me, you can't see me
Right between your eyes, you'll never realize

Right before your eyes, you won't even realize
Visualize what you can't see, you can't, you can't see me

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Hot Spot - Lyrics - Chyna Doll - Foxy Brown

Title: Hot Spot
Album: Chyna Doll
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Robin Mays, S Carter, I Marchand

Lyric:
Uhh
Guess who's back uhh
Yeah, uhh

Aiyyo rhyme or crime, let's get it on
MC's wanna eat me but it's Ramadan
Peep what's on the arm, when it's ice it's ice
When I'm right, I'm right, when you're wrong, you're wrong
I'm the bomb, records is platinum, skin is bronze
Flows all night like vintage dom
Been this nice since the first Prince Bomb
Before the artist was known as wit my grown ass

Haters said it won't last, know how many birds I flown past
Celly on roam, full belly, first class
And I don't play, I watch them pockets
Know y'all niggaz go broke after you cop them watches
See you in the club, no bub' nigga pop it
Then you wanna fuck, give it up nigga, not this
My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest
You ain't got dough, you can't go with the fox bitch

You can catch me at the hot spot 'cause I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls
You can catch me at the hot spot, I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls

Yo cats bustin' out the six, cash flushin' out the niggaz
Platinum heart in half hangin' 'tween the two tit ties
Scheme on your team, lookin' over graph pictures
Pick the finest, then I put it on the minors
Love, after the club, meet me at the diner
So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us
Order a steak, a glass of OJ to breakfast
Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave

The night is young, I'm likin' son
Either he don't have one, or his wife is dumb
His whole hand numb, nigga iced his thumb
Pull up my tights some, enticin' him
You can handle the work, I'll play wit it
Till he curve and swerve nigga, stay wit it
Bitches in the clubs they, hated it
'Cause I put my mack down then I, skated it

You can catch me at the hot spot 'cause I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls
You can catch me at the hot spot, I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls

You can catch me at the Expo', Jacob Jav
Knocking jigga out the Navigator, laying' back, I stay in that
Me fallin' off imagine that, it's not the case
I'm sittin' on top of the world like Brandy and Mase
You wanna, buy me a drink, nigga hand me a case
Big ballin' bitch, I want all of this shit
Six AMG's with the spoiler kit
Chromes from the fac', phones front and back

Co Co, flow, niggaz is wantin' that
Out they vehicles, niggaz is bumpin' that
I heard you wanna stop fox, tell me how so
I got that New York, to the Dirty South Flow
Whole album hot, even the outro
This time around I'm tryin' to do about fo'
This is for my niggaz and bitches who count dough
And y'all in the club I make em bounce

You can catch me at the hot spot 'cause I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls
You can catch me at the hot spot, I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls

Hot spot
Bar y'all
Alright
Our world
Hot spot
Bar y'all
Alright
Our world

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Y'All Ain'T Ready Yet (Remix) - Lyrics - Mystikal

Title: Y'All Ain'T Ready Yet (Remix)
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Leroy Edwards, Michael Tyler

Lyric:
Man, them niggas can't fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man

I know, I, I, I know
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't
Fuck with my damn self
I know, I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me I
I know y'all niggaz
Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga
Thirteen motherfucking years through this shit
Bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where
I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz
Aw shit, it's on nigga

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me and they can't but they try to
Some niggaz just need to be warned
It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own
Nigga go ring the alarm
Matter fact better know what it take
For the back of your head to hit that grass
Let' s get this straight from the jump
I ain't playing with your bitch ass
These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean
Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian
Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring
I'm runnin these niggaz to the jets
To the hills, to the back of the tracks
A-A-ask them hos, did I do that?
I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches
I'm the man with single and double and triple
And four five six time them bitches
I'm the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed
Standin 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg
Much bone and I don't fail a test
Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river
I can't be fucked with, you can't touch this better grab hold
Bitch I'm so cold I'm like a 24 year-old north pole
Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes
Grippin my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds
Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All
I'm harder than a nigga watchin' Janet Jackson in draws
But if ya catch me on the tv, or the radio spell it
M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y'all ain't ready though

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?
I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear
See y'all can stop lookin at another nigga
Face cause bitch the man right here
You nigga didn't think that I could swing mine
Bitch I'm doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain't lying)
Talking behind my back don't make me no nevermind
Cause all you can say is I'm smarter than Einstein
I'm fire like Cayenne
You'll never catch me cause I'm swift as a hyena
Gimme the chance I'll rock the lakefront arena
Like Teena Marie be rockin Tipitina's (damn Gina)
Tall dark strong long and lean ain't nobody comin cleaner
It's all in the way I lay my game down
Watch me swing with the gillotine rollin round nigga town
But everybody think these niggaz be wantin me
To prove that I'm the man
Bitch I'm colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan
I got no love for no b-i-e-otch
Matter fact's been that way since I was wearin osh kosh b'gosh
But yet y'all steadily trying to squab bout me
When I come in this door the only thing y'all can do is talk about me
Better get some business about yourself that's what you better do
Matter fact I'm a tell you mother fuckers three things I'm a never do
One never gonna change my style
Two never gonna bounce, three never gonna bow
I'm gettin tired of being sick and tired
Nigga you got a problem with me gettin' high
Suck big dick and die
Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can't fade
The tan shade man with the braids
Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward
I done offended these niggaz compare me
To niggaz that gotta practice looking hard
Bitch-a won't leave me alone
I'm not that Thug and I'm not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone
Black prince of the south that's my title
Bitch I'm whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like Michael
I'm throwin rhymes at a steady flow
(Inhaling) whoo there they go y'all niggaz ain't ready yo

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

Bitch I pimp hos instead of an army petty shit it don't harm me
Bitch I'm entertaining like Cedric and I'm mac like Bernie
I'm black like Menace and I'm g like Slimm
I'm Sporty like T and I'm smooth like Tim
I can click just like the boot camp but I'm conscious like daughter
Bitch I'm insane but um, you still be wantin
To claim that I'm your partner
I'm Down just like Bust plus I'm Ice just like Mike
And I'm the living lyrical miracle I'm just ice like precise
I'm the invisible man you blind you can't see shit
Picture I got more bitches on my dick than bitches at FREAKNIK

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Y'All Ain'T Ready Yet - Lyrics - Mind of Mystikal - Mystikal

Title: Y'All Ain'T Ready Yet
Album: Mind of Mystikal
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Leroy Edwards, Michael Tyler

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Lyric:
Man, them niggas can't fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man

I know, I, I, I know
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't
Fuck with my damn self
I know, I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me I
I know y'all niggaz
Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga
Thirteen motherfucking years through this shit
Bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where
I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz
Aw shit, it's on nigga

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me and they can't but they try to
Some niggaz just need to be warned
It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own
Nigga go ring the alarm
Matter fact better know what it take
For the back of your head to hit that grass
Let' s get this straight from the jump
I ain't playing with your bitch ass
These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean
Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian
Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring
I'm runnin these niggaz to the jets
To the hills, to the back of the tracks
A-A-ask them hos, did I do that?
I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches
I'm the man with single and double and triple
And four five six time them bitches
I'm the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed
Standin 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg
Much bone and I don't fail a test
Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river
I can't be fucked with, you can't touch this better grab hold
Bitch I'm so cold I'm like a 24 year-old north pole
Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes
Grippin my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds
Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All
I'm harder than a nigga watchin' Janet Jackson in draws
But if ya catch me on the tv, or the radio spell it
M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y'all ain't ready though

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?
I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear
See y'all can stop lookin at another nigga
Face cause bitch the man right here
You nigga didn't think that I could swing mine
Bitch I'm doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain't lying)
Talking behind my back don't make me no nevermind
Cause all you can say is I'm smarter than Einstein
I'm fire like Cayenne
You'll never catch me cause I'm swift as a hyena
Gimme the chance I'll rock the lakefront arena
Like Teena Marie be rockin Tipitina's (damn Gina)
Tall dark strong long and lean ain't nobody comin cleaner
It's all in the way I lay my game down
Watch me swing with the gillotine rollin round nigga town
But everybody think these niggaz be wantin me
To prove that I'm the man
Bitch I'm colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan
I got no love for no b-i-e-otch
Matter fact's been that way since I was wearin osh kosh b'gosh
But yet y'all steadily trying to squab bout me
When I come in this door the only thing y'all can do is talk about me
Better get some business about yourself that's what you better do
Matter fact I'm a tell you mother fuckers three things I'm a never do
One never gonna change my style
Two never gonna bounce, three never gonna bow
I'm gettin tired of being sick and tired
Nigga you got a problem with me gettin' high
Suck big dick and die
Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can't fade
The tan shade man with the braids
Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward
I done offended these niggaz compare me
To niggaz that gotta practice looking hard
Bitch-a won't leave me alone
I'm not that Thug and I'm not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone
Black prince of the south that's my title
Bitch I'm whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like Michael
I'm throwin rhymes at a steady flow
(Inhaling) whoo there they go y'all niggaz ain't ready yo

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

Bitch I pimp hos instead of an army petty shit it don't harm me
Bitch I'm entertaining like Cedric and I'm mac like Bernie
I'm black like Menace and I'm g like Slimm
I'm Sporty like T and I'm smooth like Tim
I can click just like the boot camp but I'm conscious like daughter
Bitch I'm insane but um, you still be wantin
To claim that I'm your partner
I'm Down just like Bust plus I'm Ice just like Mike
And I'm the living lyrical miracle I'm just ice like precise
I'm the invisible man you blind you can't see shit
Picture I got more bitches on my dick than bitches at FREAKNIK

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I Can'T Wake Up - Lyrics - Return Of The Boom Bap - Krs One

Title: I Can'T Wake Up
Album: Return Of The Boom Bap
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Chris E. Martin, Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
What I want you to do is count to ten
Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two
On one you will be asleep, one

I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up
I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up
I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up
I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up

I'm dreaming about being a blunt
I'm running around and I just can't wake up, hah!
I'm dreaming about being a blunt, ho!
I'm walking around and I just can't wake up

I'm tryin' to wake up, I can't wake up
So I run and jump, someone yelled get that blunt
Get that blunt, now I'm thinking this is major
I've got a bunch of people chasing me with a razor

I don't like this dream as a blunt
But I can't get out of it and I can't seem to wake up
So I'm running and racing blunt smokers are chasing
This is insane, I'm caught by House Of Pain I'm picked up

They said they gonna put my head out
They slit my back and all the tobacco fell out
Now I'm hollowed wet thin and yes ready
They poured the shumpang gently and rewet me

I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up
I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up
I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up
I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up

Check it out now, in the same attire here comes the fire
Now they lit it, now I'm burning by the minute but check it out
More heads came to chill
Everlast took a pull and passed me to Cypress Hill

Cypress Hill took a pull lungs are full, who's next?
I'm being passed to Das Efx
As they took a mad pull, smoke blows in heaps
It's really smokey but I can still see Black Sheep

Woe! Black Sheep gets me, relights me
Room is proper, I'm passed off to Shabba
Shabba's voice gets low like a tuba
He said, "Me no follow no rumor", and passed me to Grand Puba

I wasn't burnin' right so Puba got mad at me
And said who rolled this and passed me to Kid Capri
Kid Capri said, "I won't front
Pass it to Redman, he knows how to roll a blunt"

Redman said no need to re-roll
And passed me to De La Soul
De La Soul took a hit and kept hittin'
Now they're buggin' 'cause they passed me to Bill Clinton

Bill Clinton said I'll smoke but I won't inhale
I'll only hit it twice, he got slapped by Greg Nice
Now I fell on the floor, Greg Nice picked me up
I'm a blunt being smoked and I can't wake up

I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up
I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up
I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up
I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up

Get me out of this, somebody wake me up
I'm still on fire and I'm still being smoked up
Half my body is gone, now they're coming to my head
Now my head is being pinched by Ted-D-Ted

A crazy nightmare I got to go
I got to wake up and I'm passed off to Yo-Yo
Yo-Yo gets respect as a lady, she didn't smoke
She passed me off to Showbiz and A.G.

A.G. said respect due see
He got one big pull and passed me to Smooth B
Smooth B. although he's talking to Ted-D
Took a hit and passed me to Fab 5 Freddy

Freddy said Yo! There's nothing left Pop
Looked at me in my face and passed me to Chubb Rock
Chubb Rock said "Yo Freddy chill
If you ever catch me smoking, just kick me in the grill"

I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up
I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up
I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up
I'm a blunt gettin' smoked and I can't wake up

I'm dreaming

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Hurt - Lyrics - T.I. vs. T.I.P - T.I.

Title: Hurt
Album: T.I. vs. T.I.P
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): Clifford Harris, Nate Hills, Trevor Smith, Cedric Zellars

Lyric:
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
You, pussy nigga, finna make me kill one of y'all

Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt when I pull away, hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt

When you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first

A lot of pussy nigga talk like bro, little runnin' their mouth
That is till run in their house, put the gun in their mouth
Tell 'em, "Nigga, talk shit now", they think you know they gonna
I ain't scared of the law, now I'm 'bout to go to war
What it is, nigga? Where you lose your jaw?

I never get caught murkin' y'all 'cause it ain't watcha do
The question is who saw when I'm way to raw?
Catch me any day you want, you can think I'm a playa if you want
But the facts that remain, if I got an AK you don't
Well, then, playa, you gone

Don't get me wrong, pussy niggas wanna kill me too
But this ain't 'bout shit 'cause it's very well known where I'm at
They can catch me in the booth right now if they really like that
Now nigga needing hoe get 'em in the hole, shit
The fo fo is big and all that ole' shit, protect the heart of you, both it

You betta check ya gun 'cause you so sick
If the chopper leave you with no dick
[Incomprehensible] holdin' your shit
At least six of you and a couple more of you bitches
And I don't miss 'cause I'm focused

Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt when I pull away, hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt

When you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first

Boy, you might talk loud, act real but they don't really want this here
Pussy niggas, better act right, lay low, we know where your family live
Trust me, you don't want me up in your grill
With a ski mask on, duct taping your kids
You can pray all you want but I don't forgive

You should have been doin' nothing but what you did what you did
I ain't gotta spell it out, pimp, you know what it is
Where your gangsta, your real man? You know what it is
Plus I got a hundred goons with me dressed in black
Fifty at the front door, fifty at the back, half got k's, half got mags

Bring 'em out, bring 'em out, show 'em where they at
We can do them right here, we can catch them in a trap
Run up on this nigga, put a hole in his hat
Put his brains on the dash in the stalks
He has some dumb fifty more with him and tell them to hold that

Lights out, no hasta manana, asta la vista, sara nara
Y tu, no tomorrow, no remorse and no sorrow
And the next one of y'all, niggas, try me like that
I swear to God, man, I?m really gonna snap

Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt when I pull away, hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt

When you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first

Right now [Incomprehensible] make a nigga beg please
When a bullet goes by probably feel a little breeze, drop to yo knees
I can see the big barrel of the chrome flip
Double grip handle where to squeeze
I keep a couple lit off for the niggas who talk shit

When I go to Jacob and I cop that brain
If he tried to see me I?ma cop that thang
And I?ma pop that thang and the shots gonna stay
The nigga 'bout to set the trunk with me
For the most part, nigga, you?re stuck with me

I'd tell you something if you was really smart and you knew better
People probably tell ya, ?Don't fuck with me?
Front if you want, muthafucka, you can catch it
The smile on my face even if I got a rachet
Ah, pop off, police, pull me over, believe I got a compartment

If I gotta stash it, must I just remind ya, niggas when I come through?
Know that I am a find ya, niggas
Take two bust so many shots, come now I'll probably blind y'all, niggas
Now okay, let?s go, see you don't really wanna feel moshpit blow
Crap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga
When I finish then we'll turn it into an ob search, yo

Look, listen and you better observe, yo,
You listening from the bullet that the glock burst slow
Shoulda probably tweaked you up just a little and had your body leanin?
Lookin' like a quarter past four
Stay down better, checkin' for a nigga who can put yo body in the dirt
I don't play bitch, if you really need to go the other way
You know I got it under way, sir

Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt, better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thang change, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt when I pull away, hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games until somebody get hurt

When you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first

So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first
So you finna get hurt, murked, put 'em in the dirt
Boy, you better catch me first

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Hate Me Now - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: Hate Me Now
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Carl Orff, Nasir Jones, G Marchand

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Lyric:
Escobar Ceaser has returned

It's been a long time, been a long time comin'
It's life or death for me now
But you know, there's no turning back now
This is what makes me, this is what I am
Feel me, let's go

You can hate me now but I won't stop now
'Cause I can't stop now, you can hate me now
But I won't stop now 'cause I can't stop now
You can hate me now, you can hate me now
Do it now, do it now, do it now

Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy
Ice that I wear, clothes that I try, close your eyes
Picture me rollin', sixes, money foldin'
Bitches honeys that swollen, the riches, Nas get in ya
Most critically acclaimed Pulitzer prize winner
Best storyteller thug narrator my style's greater
Model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters
Commentators ring side try watchin' my paper

Almost a decade quite impressive, most of the best is in the essence
For this rap shit that I stand for expanding more to the big screen
Bill Gates dreams but it seems you'd rather see me
In jail with state dreams
Want me off the scene fast but good things last
Like your favorite MC still makin' some mean cash
First rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects
But you still wanna hate, be my guest, I suggest

Money is power motherfucker
I got millions of thugs on salary, bitch
Do it now

You can hate me now but I won't stop now
'Cause I can't stop now, you can hate me now
But I won't stop now 'cause I can't stop now
You can hate me now, you can hate me now
Do it now, I told you do it now, let's go

You wanna hate me then hate me, what can I do?
But keep gettin' money, funny I was just like you
I had to hustle hard never give up until I made it
Now y'all sayin' that's a clever nigga, nothing to play with
Hate on me, I blew but I'm the same ol' G
People warn me, when you're on top there's envy
Took my niggas out the hood but you doubt on us
Sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us

My bad, should I step out my shoes give 'em to you?
Here's my car and my house you can live in that too
Criticize when I flow for the streets hate my dress code
Gucci this, Fendi that what you expect hoe?
Nickname Esco', took this game to its threshold
Best flow I bet the whole U.S. know
Try to make it like you the realest but who the illest?
Think we all know the answer to that 'cause niggas feel this right

You think I'm gonna come this far
And let you niggas stop me now? I hate you too
Do it now

You can hate me now but I won't stop now
'Cause I can't stop now, you can hate me now
But I won't stop now 'cause I can't stop now
You can hate me now, you can hate me now
I like this, I like the way this feels, let's go

It's a thin line between paper and hate
Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights
Hell or the Pearly Gates, I was destined to come
Predicted, blame God, He blew breath in my lungs
Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows
Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one
Took a little time to claim my spot
Chairman of the board until this game stop

And I side with the Lord, ride for the cause
While driving, niggas shot out my doors
Plottin, I'm sure to catch me with they glocks to my jaw
Try stickin' my up but I but I flipped on these ducks
Instead of me, ambulances were picking them up
Niggas fear what they don't understand, hate what they can't conquer
Guess its just a theory of man became a monster, atop of the world
Never fallin', I'm as real as they come from day one, forever ballin'
C'mon

Hey y'all can't see a nigga like me, never in your life
And that's what you can't understand

You can hate me now but I won't stop now
'Cause I can't stop now, you can hate me now
But I won't stop now 'cause I can't stop now
You can hate me now, you can hate me now
C'mon niggas, you can hate me now but I won't stop now

It ain't gon never stop, niggas

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P.I.M.P. (Remix) - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: P.I.M.P. (Remix)
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Brandon Parrott, Curtis Jackson, Denaun Porter

Lyric:
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they wanna

I spit a little G man and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some bread

I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I'm 'bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P I M P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P I M P

Come get money with me, if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P I M P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P I M P

Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call

I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims and some jewels
I holla at a hoe 'til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on Gator shoes

I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low

Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head

Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
'Cause I need 4 TVs and A M G's for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

Yeah, in Hollywood they say there's no business like show business
In the hood they say, there's no business like hoe business ya know
They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't gotta slow down for you to catch up, bitch, ha ha ha yeah

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Unit - P. I. M. P. (Remix) - Lyrics - G

Title: Unit - P. I. M. P. (Remix)
Artist: G
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Brandon Parrott, Denaun Porter

Lyric:
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That B C B G, Barberry, Dolce and Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they wanna

I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some bread

I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch, hit that track, catch a date and come and pay the kid
Look baby, this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with the P.I.M.P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I'm 'bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P.I.M.P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P.I.M.P

Come get money with me, if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P.I.M.P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P.I.M.P

Girl, we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all
We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call

I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
I'm your friend, your father and confidant, bitch

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I told you fools before I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims and some jewels
I holla at a hoe 'til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes

I'm shopping for chinchillas in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimping know
You saying it's secret but you ain't gotta keep it on the low

Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head

Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
'Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick, trick

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

Yeah, in Hollywood they say there's no business like show business
In the hood they say, there's no business like hoe business, you know
They say I talk a lil' fast but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch

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