Tensioning - Lyrics - Sparta

Title: Tensioning
Artist: Sparta
Composer(s): Jim Ward, Pablo Hinojos, Matthaeus Guenthe Miller, Tony Hajjar

Lyric:
Piece this together and it's always a fight
This puzzle's intact and you're always right
The sky could fall, the bliss of beginning replaced with an end
And the sky could fall, it's always, it's always the same

And it ends from a scream to a whisper
Can you free me from these words and let me forget?
And it ends from a scream to a whisper
Can you free me from this world and help me forget?

Tensioning trouble, we're condemned to repeat
From covered up lies, what is all out of reach
The sky could fall, this bliss of beginning replaced with an end
And the sky could fall, it's always, it's always the same

And it ends from a scream to a whisper
Can you free me from these words and let me forget?
And it ends from a scream to a whisper
Can you free me from this world and help me forget?

I can't be right this time, I can't be right this time
It's all in my head, all in my head
And you can't be wrong this time, you can't be wrong this time
It's all in your head, all in your head

And I can't be right this time, I can't be right this time
It's all in my head, all in my head
And you can't be wrong this time, you can't be wrong this time
It's all in your head, all in your head

And the sky could fall
And I can't be right this time, I can't be right this time
It's all in my head, all in my head
And you can't be wrong this time, you can't be wrong this time
It's all in your head, all in your head

And the sky could fall
And I can't be right this time, I can't be right this time
It's all in my head, all in my head
And the sky could fall and it's always, it's always the same
And you can't be wrong this time, you can't be wrong this time
It's all in your head, all in your head
I can't be right this time, I can't be right this time
It's all in my head, all in my head

And it ends from a scream to a whisper
Can you free me from these words and let me forget?
And the sky could fall and it's always, it's always the same
And it ends from a scream to a whisper
Can you free me from these words and let me forget?

And the sky could fall
I can't be right this time
And the sky could fall
You can't be wrong this time
Can you free me from this world and help me forget?
From a scream to a whisper

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Statecontrol - Lyrics - Veni Vidi Vicious - Hives

Title: Statecontrol
Album: Veni Vidi Vicious
Artist: Hives
Composer(s): Randy Fitzsimmons

Lyric:
I've been around the world
Take credit for the things I've done
I've done a lot of things
And I just turned, 21
They tied me up
Put red tape around my hands
I got caught in the web
'Cause I didn't stand a chance

I, can't control
The state I'm in
(Go back in line)
(And repeat it again)
Can't control
The state I'm in
(Go back in line)
(And repeat it again)

I said, "Please Mr. Doctor
Would you cure my disease?
I got a sore throat
And I got scrubs on my knees"
No matter what I do
I can't get it straight
I tried to sort things out
But I'm still stuck in the state

Can't control
The state I'm in
(Go back in line)
(And repeat it again)
Can't control
The state I'm in
(Go back in line)
(Repeat again)

I'm gonna lie, I'm gonna cheat
I'm gonna follow their lead then skip a beat
I'm gonna lie, I'm gonna cheat
And if that don't do it
I don't know what will
I'm gonna lie, I'm gonna cheat
I'm gonna follow their lead then skip a beat
I'm gonna lie, I'm gonna cheat

Can't control
The state I'm in
(Go back in line)
(And repeat it again)
Can't control
The state I'm in
(Go back in line)
(And repeat it again)

Can't control
The state I'm in
(Go back in line)
(And repeat it again)
Can't control
The state I'm in

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Z - Song Cry - Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay

Title: Z - Song Cry
Album: The Blueprint
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, R Johnson, Douglas Gibbs, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
Get you all impossibly dirty
Get you all impossibly dirty
Sounds like a love song
Sounds like a love song

The most incredible baby
Uhh, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Yeah, yeah, uhh

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

Good dudes, I know you love me like cooked food
Even though a nigga gotta move like a crook move
We was together on the block since we lunch
We shoulda been together havin' 4 seasons brunch

We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather
So now we travel first class to change the forecast
Never in bunches, just me and you
I loved your point of view 'cause you held no punches

Still I left you for months on end
It's been months since I checked back in
Well, somewhere in a small town, somewhere lockin' a mall down
Woodgrain, four and change, armor all'd down

I can understand why you want a divorce now
Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it
Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with
But deep inside a nigga so sick

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

On repeat, the CD of Big's, "Me and my bitch"
Watchin' Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin' to be that shit
Empty gun in your hand sayin', "Let me see that clip"
Shoppin' sprees, pull out your visa quick

A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip
You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6
We was so happy poor but when we got rich
That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped

Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit
Made me speed that quick, let me see, that's it
It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick
I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin' they love me

Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me
Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy
And then they got fussy and they don't remember that
And I don't remember you

I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

Yeah, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes
But I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone
Word back home is that you had a special friend
So what was oh so special then?
You have given away without gettin' at me

That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me?
How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?
I know the way a nigga livin' was whack
But you don't get a nigga back like that

Shit I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that
You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that
You don't throw away what we had, just like that
I was just fuckin' them girls, I was gon' get right back

They say you can't turn a bad girl good
But once a good girl's goin' bad, she's gone forever
And more forever
Shit I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry

I know, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes
But I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

It's fucked up girl

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We Ride - Lyrics - Mary J Blige

Title: We Ride
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Johnta Austin, Mary J Blige, Kendrick Dean, Bryan Michael Cox

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Lyric:
Just can't help it, I love my hun
All that I need and all that I want
Said, just can't help it, I love my hun
All that I need and all that I want

Everybody asking why Mary ain't mad no more
It seems like a question that I've already answered
Like too many times before

Now ladies if you got a man and he treat you real good
Ain't you gon' flex every chance that you get?
Now, ain't you gonna love him just like you should?
Especially when you never thought you would? Yeah

Oh, you know that I'm all into the feeling and I never look to lose it
Oh, for sho' this is consistent with you I find a rhythm

From the day to the night we ride, we ride, we ride
Hey, now how you like it, how you like it?
I see the future baby, you and I better with time

And it is what it is and I just can't help it
And I felt what I felt, no I just can't help it
I see the future, baby, me and you that's how we do

I got a song in my heart that's all that I need
I sing it a capella, I sing it to the beat
What we are is classic, you know it
Because your attitude shows it

Now fellas if you got a girl and she treats you right
Ain't you gon' spend every dollar, every cent? Ay
Ain't you gon' make sure she stay fly?
Especially when she's reppin' you for life

From the day to the night we ride, we ride, we ride
Hey, now how you like it, how you like it now?
I see the future baby, you and I better with time

And it is what it is and I just can't help it
And I felt what I felt, oh Lord I just can't help it, yeah
I see the future, baby, me and you that's how we do

You are mine, I told you before
I wouldn't lie, I need you and more
Gotta stay with you, I am safe with you

Let me repeat it in case you forgot
Love is a mountain and we're at the top, yeah
Breath and strength 'cause I see the future in your eyes

From the day to the night we ride, we ride, we ride
How you like it, how you like it, baby?
I see the future baby, you and I better with time

And it is what it is and no I just can't help it
And I felt what I felt, and no I just can't help it, yeah
I see the future, baby, me and you that's how we do

From the day to the night we ride, we ride, we ride
Oh, now how you like it, how you like it?
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
I see the future baby, you and I better with time

And it is what it is and I just can't help it
And I felt what I felt and no I just can't help it, ay
I see the future, baby, me and you that's how we do

Just can't help it I love my hun
(And we ride)
All that I need and all that I want, said

Just can't help it I love my hun
(And we ride)
All that I need and all that I want

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We Ride ( I See The Future) - Lyrics - We Ride (I See The Future) - Mary J Blige

Title: We Ride ( I See The Future)
Album: We Ride (I See The Future)
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Johnta Austin, Mary J Blige, Kendrick Dean, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
Just can't help it, I love my hun
All that I need and all that I want
Said, just can't help it, I love my hun
All that I need and all that I want

Everybody asking why Mary ain't mad no more
It seems like a question that I've already answered
Like too many times before

Now ladies if you got a man and he treat you real good
Ain't you gon' flex every chance that you get?
Now, ain't you gonna love him just like you should?
Especially when you never thought you would? Yeah

Oh, you know that I'm all into the feeling and I never look to lose it
Oh, for sho' this is consistent with you I find a rhythm

From the day to the night we ride, we ride, we ride
Hey, now how you like it, how you like it?
I see the future baby, you and I better with time

And it is what it is and I just can't help it
And I felt what I felt, no I just can't help it
I see the future, baby, me and you that's how we do

I got a song in my heart that's all that I need
I sing it a capella, I sing it to the beat
What we are is classic, you know it
Because your attitude shows it

Now fellas if you got a girl and she treats you right
Ain't you gon' spend every dollar, every cent? Ay
Ain't you gon' make sure she stay fly?
Especially when she's reppin' you for life

From the day to the night we ride, we ride, we ride
Hey, now how you like it, how you like it now?
I see the future baby, you and I better with time

And it is what it is and I just can't help it
And I felt what I felt, oh Lord I just can't help it, yeah
I see the future, baby, me and you that's how we do

You are mine, I told you before
I wouldn't lie, I need you and more
Gotta stay with you, I am safe with you

Let me repeat it in case you forgot
Love is a mountain and we're at the top, yeah
Breath and strength 'cause I see the future in your eyes

From the day to the night we ride, we ride, we ride
How you like it, how you like it, baby?
I see the future baby, you and I better with time

And it is what it is and no I just can't help it
And I felt what I felt, and no I just can't help it, yeah
I see the future, baby, me and you that's how we do

From the day to the night we ride, we ride, we ride
Oh, now how you like it, how you like it?
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
I see the future baby, you and I better with time

And it is what it is and I just can't help it
And I felt what I felt and no I just can't help it, ay
I see the future, baby, me and you that's how we do

Just can't help it I love my hun
(And we ride)
All that I need and all that I want, said

Just can't help it I love my hun
(And we ride)
All that I need and all that I want

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Ma Ma Ma - Lyrics - Joe Budden - Joe Budden

Title: Ma Ma Ma
Album: Joe Budden
Artist: Joe Budden
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Kotari Cox, Tyrone Wrice, Joe Budden, Joseph Kuleszynski, Bruce Washington, Tupac Shakur, Joseph Paquette, Rufus Cooper

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Lyric:
112, jump off
Yeah, y'know

You wanna get right, boo, headlights blue
Don't no other mami give me head like you
I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover
Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter
We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh
You goin' to sleep thinkin' that this can't be life
Don't mistake my talkin' modest
Still put you in the wild bedroom with the walk in closet

Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water
Full length minks, get rid of that three quarter
Ex-man never had you feelin' that fly
Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high
When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off
New school your neck, take that herringbone off
Stretch 'Vee playin' Manhattan
System old school, play 'em and had 'em, we makin' it happen, oh yeah

Turn this off for a minute
We can do bigger things if you widdit
We can be me and you, I know you feel it
You can say, "La lala la, la la la la"
All you want, you can get it
You can have all my time, let's spend it
The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
Got me screamin', "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma"

Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue
Got birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like you
I don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come
They already know they gotta pay for they meals
Say I'm, comin' at you with lines, think they lies
Just because I don't match your compatible sign
I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate
Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate

When I put it on you, you throw it right back
Who else you know gon' poke it like that?
And Ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin'
La lala la, la la la la, oh yeah, look
Private party, it's just me, you
And the new envy of ours, we won't be sorry
Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley
Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par

Turn this off for a minute
We can do bigger things if you widdit
We can be me and you, I know you feel it
You can say, "La lala la, la la la la"
All you want, you can get it
You can have all my time, let's spend it
The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
Got me screamin', "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma"

Look forget my miss, no let's remind miss
And I never let a clown disrespect my miss
I need dat in my life, a G might cry
But you the only one that ever get to see that side
Look, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rush
We can take baby steps, that may be the best
Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you
But Mom's sayin', "What's good? I'm tryin' to know you"

If you been for lookin' for the right one, well here he is
Ready to take things a little mo' serious
Ain't nervous no more, you heard it all before
Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin' that velor?
Stop, I'm tired of trickin', I'm tired of pigeons
Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in
Chefs are good when they gettin' right in the kitchen
Baby girl that's the life we'd be livin', over stand somethin'

Baby let me be with you more, hold you more
Let me get the chance, I can show you more
Let me get to know you more,
I'll be screamin' out, "La lala la, la la la la"
If I could, wife you out, ride this out
You're the only one I wouldn't ride without
I could show you what this life's about
I be screamin out, "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma"

Turn this off for a minute
We can do bigger things if you widdit
We can be me and you, I know you feel it
You can say, "La lala la, la la la la"
All you want, you can get it
You can have all my time, let's spend it
The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
Got me screamin, "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma"

Turn this off for a minute
We can do bigger things if you widdit
We can be me and you, I know you feel it
You can say, "La lala la, la la la la"
All you want, you can get it
You can have all my time, let's spend it
The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
Got me screamin, "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma"

This is the type of shit right here, listen
You gotta go to the car wash on this one
Hehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and shit
If it just went yesterday, when you wake up
Take it to the car wash, don't just get the exterior joint neither
We need the the the works, the thirty dollar joint
And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rear view
So it's smellin' nice and sexy like when they get inside

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Can'T Repeat - Lyrics - Offspring

Title: Can'T Repeat
Artist: Offspring
Composer(s): Dexter Holland, Greg Kriesel, Kevin Wasserman, Ron Welty

Lyric:
I woke the other day
And saw my world has changed
The past is over but tomorrow?s wishful thinking
I can?t hold onto what?s been done
I can?t grab onto what?s to come
And I?m just wishing I could stop

But life goes on
Come of age
Can?t hold on
Turn the page

Time rolls on
Wipe these eyes
Yesterday laughs
Tomorrow cries

Memories are bittersweet
The good times we can?t repeat
Those days are gone and we can never get them back
Now we must move ahead
Despite our fear and dread
We?re all just wishing we could stop

But life goes on
Come of age
Can?t hold on
Turn the page

Time rolls on
Wipe your eyes
Yesterday laughs
Tomorrow cries

With all our joys and fears
Wrapped in forgotten years
The past is laughing as today just slips away
Time tears down what we've made
And sets another stage
And I?m just wishing we could stop

Life goes on
Come of age
Can?t hold on
Turn the page

Time rolls on
Wipe these eyes
Yesterday laughs
Tomorrow cries

Time rolls on

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Where My Girls At - Lyrics - 702 - 702

Title: Where My Girls At
Album: 702
Artist: 702
Composer(s): Missy Elliott, Eric L Seats, Rapture D Stewart

Lyric:
See he's my property and any girl that touch
I might just call your bluff 'cause I don't give a, whoo
Are you to call my cell, oh, I'ma wish you well
'Cause any girl that tried has fell

Where my girls at, from the front to back
Well is you feelin' that, well put one hand up
Can you repeat that, tryin' to take my man
See I don't need that, so don't play yourself

Where my girls at, from the front to back
Well is you feelin' that, well put one hand up
Can you repeat that, tryin' to take my man
See I don't need that

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Don't you violate me 'cause I'ma make you hate me
If you decide to mess with mine
Chop you down to size, make you realize
You done messed up this time

Where my girls at, from the front to back
Well is you feelin' that, well put one hand up
Can you repeat that, tryin' to take my man
See I don't need that, so don't play yourself

Where my girls at, from the front to back
Well is you feelin' that, well put one hand up
Can you repeat that, tryin' to take my man
See I don't need that

You must learn the rules
Don't come close to anything that belongs to me
He is my, my property
So don't you see

Where my girls at, from the front to back
Well is you feelin' that, well put one hand up
Can you repeat that, tryin' to take my man
See I don't need that, so don't play yourself

Where my girls at, from the front to back
Well is you feelin' that, well put one hand up
Can you repeat that, tryin' to take my man
See I don't need that

Where my girls at, from the front to back
Well is you feelin' that, well put one hand up
Can you repeat that, tryin' to take my man
See I don't need that, so don't play yourself

Where my girls at, from the front to back
Well is you feelin' that, well put one hand up
Can you repeat that, tryin' to take my man
See I don't need that

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Killuminati - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: Killuminati
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Tony Pizarro, Tupac Shakur, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Let it be prophesied, niggaz'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way niggaz get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones, niggaz is bold and they choose to roll
I kill 'em all, watch now, nigga truth be told

West side was the war cry, look how they scatter
Niggaz dyin' by my thirty yard, brains'll splatter
Wonder why these niggaz cross me
I'm certified crazy, so sick the world made me

Now diggy die, every time I ride it's for reasons
Hard to kill a nigga 'cause I'm comin' back like Jesus
Bow down to my ill nation runnin' from drug cases
Lookin' at my congregation so full of thug faces

Momma gave a nigga breath
A life of stress, I invest in a vest
And makin' niggaz watch they every step
Label me a threat and I ain't even got started with this shit yet

Thug style, baby, hands on my pistol
Listen I'm a ridah, every nigga breathin' pay attention
'Bout to show you motherfuckers how it feel, to drop a body
The simple gun to my lifestyle, Killuminati

Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you

After the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin' again
Till I make it yo, my military be prepared for them bustaz
Similar to, bitches that scary, get too near me we rushin'

Visions of over packed prisons, fiends and niggaz thug livin'
Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us
They pull the heater ammunition it cranks
Move without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place

They got me fiendin' for currency, the money be callin'
It's like I'm dreamin', see in season me ballin'
Participated in felonious behavior
Cock the cocked fo' five, snatchin' niggaz pagers

Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinkin' forty's, moved to harder shit
God damn, now I'm a grown man, I follow no man
Nigga got my own plan, and it's called Killuminati

Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you

I spend most of my time bankin' niggaz
Because they hate a nigga, comin' across fake niggaz
But we made niggaz, old school and I'm thinkin'
Y'all some bitch made niggaz and you steadily sinkin'

O U T L A W Z ain't nuttin' fuckin'
With that we bustin' back comin' back for the stacks
Laugh last cash cash, all I want is the paper
Givin' them fuckers tool whips, I rule haters

Y'all can't fade us, we kill steal and peal quickly
The boss niggaz, definitely, put it down strictly
E.D.I. Amin, until the law come for me
Kill 'em all for Shorty, ninety nine Killuminati

They got me thinkin strugglin' and hustlin's my only fate
Toppin' grams on the kitchen plate, tryin' to keep that money straight
Times is rollin' three up these streets sleep
But when I crack, hammer cocked back rapped in my sheets

My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts
Got a package from the devil, payin' my deeds
Preoccupied by the greed, in this crooked life I lead
More funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze
Me and my thugs clock G's simpin' naughty thangs
Real as these tatt's on my body, and it's Killuminati

Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you

Yo, yo, Makaveli up in this bitch, worldwide mash, Westside
The question we ask, do you know what time it is?
You know what type of shit we be, you want that hip-hop real
It's that hip-hop that's real, hip-hop that's worldwide, feel?

Fuck with me, nigga, you get killed
It don't get no realer than this
What's my motherfuckin' name nigga?
What's my muh'fuckin' name nigga?

What's my muh'fuckin' name?
Outlawz in this bitch, rap pro at his finest
Repeat, Death Row at it's finest
Nigga, you know what time it is?

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Pictures Of A Night Scene - Lyrics - Pretty Girls Make Graves

Title: Pictures Of A Night Scene
Artist: Pretty Girls Make Graves
Composer(s): Nicholas Dewitt, Jason Crowe Clark, Leona K Marrs, Andrea Zollo, Derek James Fudesco

Lyric:
I'm sorry I missed you
I mean, I'm sorry I miss you
I didn't know you had it in you
Do you remember your way?

There's ice on the lake again
Thin enough to be a hazard when
The smallest steps are too heavy and
You can't will it away

Spitting cold like you mean it
But you're too numb to repeat it
And digging holes that you sleep in
And you can't wish them away

You can't wish them away
And you can't wish them away
And you can't wish them away

There's ice on the lake again
Thin enough to be a hazard when
The smallest steps are too heavy and
You can't will it away

Spitting cold like you mean it
But you're too numb to repeat it
And digging holes that you sleep in
And you can't wish them away

And you can't wish them away
And you can't wish them away
You can't wish them away
And you can't wish them away
And you can't wish them away

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Z - Jigga What, Jigga Who - Lyrics - Unplugged - Jay

Title: Z - Jigga What, Jigga Who
Album: Unplugged
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Shawn Carter, Jonathan Burks

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Lyric:
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
Roc-a-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH
Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me beotch

Nigga what, nigga who?
Nigga what, nigga who?
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe

Can't fuck with me
They ain't ready yet
Uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
Shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots runnin to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit
And hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna Fuck for Free like Akinyele
Take this ride 'til you feel it inside ya belly
If it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me

(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
*Repeat 3X*
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z

Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're, actin raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, cause Your Majesty, just happened to be
A pimp with a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked her friend
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit
There's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"

(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
*Repeat 3X*
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z

Gotta vendetta even though I been better
Left him in the cold with a thin sweater
Rap niggaz on Prozac get the bozack, niggaz threw
Two at me I threw fo' back, hold that
Let the dough stack, way before Biggs had the gold Ac'
Dame had the Lex black
Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that
And right where you're stressed at, where you rest at
I suggest that, niggaz invest, in a vest, when I come through
With the glock jet black, you niggaz step back
I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this
Me and my niggaz we invented the shit
I came into the business with this, The Originator, none greater
Jaz-O finish this shit

Better learn, Jaz don't relax, stat ever heard of me?
Worldwide Originator, say word to me
The population holla certainly, I burn a nigga
Like a third degree, see me shine so bright
Nigga I'm my light, runnin, rulin' with rigor and vigor
Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga
You fly-by-nights stop jerkin beef
Heavyweight's light work to me
For the time, in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurtin me
What? Cut a patient like surgery
Who the fuck got a VS, fuckin BM's on the road
When you had to be in bed at the PM
Need the info Jaz-O the CNN
Forever touchin my work is beginnin you're endin
Nigga your style's no style my style's high style
C'mon, faggot nigga gotta take the gun home
The O-R-I-G-I-N-A-T-O-R (can't FUCK with it can ya?!)

(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
*Repeat 3X*
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z

* Repeat to fade *
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe

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(Hit U) Where It Hurts - Lyrics - Xzibit

Title: (Hit U) Where It Hurts
Artist: Xzibit
Composer(s): Alvin Joiner, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
Where Rock at?
Is Rock here yet?
It's all good

I done came too far, can't turn back now
Pull it out, get it up, can't put shit down
Best believe to achieve, gotta struggle to get it but peep it
It's like you gotta body somebody just to keep it

Ain't no secret how the West coast do it
Stick a fork in it, nigga, done deal disputed
Holdin' two black aces for the smilin' faces
It's a chess game, nigga, better count yo' spaces

We gon' find the weakest link, fuck what you niggaz think
Pump gon' repeat an' grind y'all to mince meat
I can't retreat, refusin' to lose
Walk one day in the X man's shoes

Make shit happen, stomp an' smashin'
On an' crackin', who want action?
Pistol packin', fuck relaxin'
Hit u where it hurts

Make you feel it, can't conceal it
If it breathes then I can kill it
Come an' get it, custom-fitted
Hit u where it hurts

I might as well buy a suit right now
Put money on my books downtown to get ready for trial
Look, ya only gotta tell me once
Better wake up an' smell these blunts
What's really behind the front

Ain't no parts about me, punk
We can thump, don't get too close
Because you might get slump kicked
Front page material, I serial kill shit
Only that real shit, we can scrap or slap clips

My tactics range from Attila the Hun
To Genghis Kahn to the rice fields of Vietnam
Atom bomb, my name tag across the sky
Eye for an eye, somebody got to die, so now

Make shit happen, stomp an' smashin'
On an' crackin', who want action?
Pistol packin', fuck relaxin'
Hit u where it hurts

Make you feel it, can't conceal it
If it breathes then I can kill it
Come an' get it, custom-fitted
Hit u where it hurts

The points that I make be hollow
X a hard act to follow
Disappear in front of your eyes, besides
I switch up rides at least five times
Dangerous minds, caught behind enemy lines

Read the signs, better yet, you pick your place
Got a 44 eagle to split your face
Nigga, you be safe, we invade your space
Beat you, beat your team, then beat the case

Poker face, niggaz can't read me, yo
Green light a mothafucker fo' sho', let's go
Stay low, we the 'Unforgiven'
Hard to touch like pussy in Britain
Can't stop me from livin', mothafucker

Make shit happen, stomp an' smashin'
On an' crackin', who want action?
Pistol packin', fuck relaxin'
Hit u where it hurts

Make you feel it, can't conceal it
If it breathes then I can kill it
Come an' get it, custom-fitted
Hit u where it hurts

Make shit happen, stomp an' smashin'
On an' crackin', who want action?
Pistol packin', fuck relaxin'
Hit u where it hurts

Make you feel it, can't conceal it
If it breathes then I can kill it
Come an' get it, custom-fitted
Hit u where it hurts

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It'S On - Lyrics - Home Invasion - Ice T

Title: It'S On
Album: Home Invasion
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Alphonso Henderson, Tracy L Marrow

Lyric:
Yo, Ice the organization say
They can't stay in business with us any longer
What you gonna do?

We always knew we were gonna come to this point sooner or later
We have absolutely no option but to move forward
We'll have to set up our own distribution, manufacturing
Run a totally independent organization and operation

We still got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago
Detroit, and soldiers on the street willing to die
I can't put any cut on the product, I just can't live like that
But from now on if any cops get in our way

Turn up the mic dog, so I can get off
Find me Charlton Heston and I might cut his head off
I'm not to be fucked with
Step in the range of my gauze and get bucked quick

Niggas, hoes, I don't know who you are, my friends or foes
Smile in my face and plot to kill me behind doors
I got a new attitude, no trust
Got me in a corner all a nigga can do is bust

It may be you
There's gonna be a lot of dead before I'm through
I'm 'bout to break off niggas who play me and dis' me
Try to switch from side to side like they whip me

The damage is done
Source Magazine, you're the first one
You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me
How the fuck you pick us 3?

You punk motherfuckers ain't shit, you're just a bunch of hoes
Makin' money off the pros
And when I see I get you in my sights
I give your ass a story to write 'cause it's on, it's on

It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off
Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed
Bang, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang
To put in work and watch your head burst

A lot of fans ain't shit, let me repeat, a lot of fans ain't shit
Quick to flip if our group don't hit
They don't make you nothin' but a pop ho bitch
And I don't need ya, I love to bleed ya

All I ever wanted was a real nigga's praise
But the sad motherfuckin' fact
Is that ain't that many real motherfuckers these days
Game knows game I know too many who plays the name
And I can make it in the music or the street game

I still got hoes that'll work, still got crews that'll hit
Still roll with an extra clip
And those who think they'll stop me, doubt it
Those motherfuckers better think about it

You'd best to let me rap
Ice back on the streets?
You don't want that, 'cause I break ill
And you really after body count the caps I peel, it's on

It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off
Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed
Bang, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang
To put in work and watch your body jerk, it's on

It's on motherfucker you goddamn right
It's on, my royalty check, yeah, fool, I write my own
I own my own label put my own shit out
So no one tells me what the fuck to talk about

And all the suckas that said I was through
You need to wake up to my view
I'm fallen off, ha, ha, that's a joke
You motherfuckers are still unknown and broke

And I'm stankin' rich
My fuckin' maid lives better than you, bitch
So shut your trap
When it comes to this level of game, you don't know jacks

CIA, FBI, IRS
Try to flip us out for sweat
But they'll never sweat you son
'Cause you're broke and you're dumb and you're no threat to no one

Them fools don't play
I gotta deal with those motherfuckers every day
They'd love to get me behind bars
They hawk a nigga like I'm Carlos Escobar

But in a way I am
Been puttin' dope on the street for years and don't give a damn
So I'm thinkin' about them, friend
The real motherfuckin' gangstas wanna see me end

It's gonna end up in a bloodbath, no doubt
That's the only way I'm going out, it's on

It's on, it's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off
Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed
Bang, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang
To put in work and watch your head burst, it's on

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Push It Along - Lyrics - People's Instinctive Travels And The Paths Of Rhythm - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Push It Along
Album: People's Instinctive Travels And The Paths Of Rhythm
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): John William Davis, Ollie Shaheed Muhammad, Grover (Jr) Washington

Lyric:
Q-Tip is my title
I dont think that is vital for me to be your idol
But dig this recital
If you can't envision a brother who ain't dissin'
Slingin' this and that, 'cause this and that was missin'
Instead, it's been injected, the Tribe has been perfected
Oh yes, it's been selected, the art makes it protected
Afrocentric livin', Africans be givin'
A lot to the cause 'cause the cause has been risen
Some brothers, they be flammin', thinkin' we ain't slammin
Comin' off like the days where we used to wear the tans and
A blue-colllar talker, a hemisphere stalker
A glass of O.J and a ten mile walk-a
If you're in a Jeep and you dig what you're hearin'
Can I get a beep and a ? of cheerin'?
I am what I am, that's a tribal man
We all know the colours, we all must stand
As we start our travels, things they will unravel
"Que sera sera", for this unit is like gravel
Won't be gone for long, listen to the song
If you can't pull it, all ya gotta do is

Push it along, push it along
Push it along, yeah, push it along. (repeat 4x)

Put one up for the Pfeife, it's time to deceipher
The ills of the world make the situation lighter
The clock is always tickin', the systems should be kickin'
Like ? ham and eggs, I eat chicken, chicken, chicken
Should I release the lever, the lever of the clever
Embelish on the funk as we start to endeavour?
The ?wraughts? of the rap filling up the gap
With the smash of a hand and a little toe tap
The boom, the bip, the boom bip
Indicates to the brothers that we be on the flip tip
Phonies start to crumble, funky rhythm rumbles
Through the dance-hall, but my anthem is humble
It's the nitty-gritty, my time is itty-bitty
So I ?kick the slash for the gipper? and the witty
This ain't trial and error, more like tribe and error
Constantly rude as some sort of tribal terror
The street can't depart from the bloody heart
Repair the wear and tear, don't start 'fore it starts
Won't be gone for long, listen to the song
If you can't pull it, all ya gotta do is

Push it along, push it along
Push it along, yeah, push it along. (repeat 4x)

Marchin' off the project, we hope that you will subject
It's good to be an object and never, ever reject
The tribe who meanders with drunken propoganda
Keep it in boom and never will we slander
? Should be handed, don't let me demand it
Money gives a nudge to the poet star bandit
Control it, then recluse it, follow, you won't lose it
Mysterious is the tribe for we choose it
Although she's flippin' crazy, give my love to Gracy
God, could you help 'cause this Quest is crazy spacey?
The pigs are wearin' blue, and in a year or two
We'll be goin' up the creek in a great big canoe
What we gonna do, save me and my brothers?
Hop inside the bed and pull over the covers
Never will we do that and we ain't tryin' to rule that
We just want a slab of the ham, don't you know, black?
This society of fake reality
Are nothin' but a peg of informality
While I sing my song, sing it all day long
If you can't pull it, all ya gotta do is

Push it along, push it along
Push it along, yeah, push it along. (repeat 4x)

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Money In The Bank - Lyrics - One Man Band Man - Swizz Beatz

Title: Money In The Bank
Album: One Man Band Man
Artist: Swizz Beatz
Composer(s): Styles Greg Taylor, Marlin Bonds, S Jacobs, Sean Combs, C Wallace, Eric Barrier, W Griffin, J Phillips, Kasseem Dean, Carlisle Young

Lyric:
Showtime!

She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walking 'round actin' all stank
Now she at the party looking at me
Boys said she can't get saved by me

I'm lookin at her like
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
She got her hand out
But I ain't tryin' to pay that girl

Now, whatch'all wanna do, do?
Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers
You be in the back, bet she gon' call ya
Come on dawg she want this 'pala

Cris' in the yard in the new finny bags
Anything is good cuz she's baddest as she had
She sitting at the bar and she's lookin' so sad
Something 'bout, uh-uh-uh I wanna ride in your jag

Uh uh uh, I wanna ride to your house
I said, "Easy chick, I fly to my house"
I live so far think I look down south
Why don't you take it out my pants and put it in yo

She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walking 'round actin' all stank
Now she at the party looking at me
Boys said she can't get saved by me

I'm lookin at her like
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
She got her hand out
But I ain't tryin' to pay that girl

I see ya, you got the good shoes on
Good dress on, I mean you got the best song
I'm sitting at the back drankin' Devil Liquor
The Roselito, you know how we do

In the Four Theme house you was fucking with my niggas
My homies say wassup you saying nothing to my niggas
Come on girlfriend why you fronting for my niggas
That dope and that paper is nothing for my niggas

Don't you know we got that money in the, I repeat
Don't you know we got that money in the bank
You ain't getting none from me or my bank
Better get you own, g-g-get you on face

She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walking 'round actin' all stank
Now she at the party looking at me
Boys said she can't get saved by me

I'm lookin at her like
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
She got her hand out
But I ain't tryin' to pay that girl

It started like "soft and warm"
Don't get excited, I'm invited to the new quiet storm
Now was at the end cause she told me she hate me
And then she said "openin up and leave me"

Plus she said all she want is love and affection
Let me be your angel, and I'll be your protection
Took her out, bought her all kinds of things
But it wasn't enough, so this is the song I sing
'Cause she broke

She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walking 'round actin' all stank
Now she at the party looking at me
Boys said she can't get saved by me

I'm lookin at her like
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
She got her hand out
But I ain't tryin' to pay that girl

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Z - Nigga Please - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Nigga Please
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Chris Ries, Pharrell Williams, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
What, uh, c'mon, uh
Keep the change my nigga, it's too late for that
Keep the change my nigga, it's too late for that
Keep the change my nigga, it's too late for that

My nigga, please, you ain't signin' no checks like these
My nigga, please, you ain't pushin' no wheels like these
My nigga, please, you ain't holdin' no tecks like these
My nigga, please, you don't pop open vests like these

Nigga please, you ain't start out from your trunk
Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk
Nigga please, chumps don't tour like us
You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus

Nigga please, you ain't got your neck all froze
With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes
Nigga please, you don't be gettin' no hoes
With La Perla on they cheeks, can't be messin' with cheap chicks

Nigga please, you seldom seen with chicks in Seven Jeans
Manolo Blahnik I'm goin' through they body like an ultrasonic
You ain't got 'em blowin' no chronic
Divine intervention, you can't prevent me from shinin'

Nigga please, I been around the world
I damn near beat Jordan in around the world
Nigga please, you can't even hold my shoes
I got wannabes who wannabe me that sound, nigga better than you

My nigga, please, you ain't signin' no checks like these
My nigga, please, you ain't pushin' no wheels like these
My nigga, please, you ain't holdin' no tecks like these
My nigga, please, you don't pop open vests like these

Uh, pimp strollin' on 'em
Black diamonds, rose goldin' on 'em, paper foldin' on 'em
Snuck pass the dog noses with the Foldger's on 'em
Keys, Saran Wrap with petroleum on 'em

Snitch got pinched but he toned it on 'em
Lawyers got it adjourned, try squirm somethin' on 'em
There's no witnesses, it's no holdin' on 'em
Just George Jefferson strollin' on 'em

Nigga please, this is me, this is real as it be
My videos is like real TV
That chick, that's me, that six, that's me
That boat, I had it on the Mediterranean sea

My nigga, please, you ain't signin' no checks like these
My nigga, please, you ain't pushin' no wheels like these
My nigga, please, you ain't holdin' no tecks like these
My nigga, please, you don't pop open vests like these

Nigga please, y'all ain't seein' no checks like these, no
Y'all don't run up in record labels demandin' respect like we
Y'all don't rock your Roc-A-Wear Nike checks like we
Y'all coach class, y'all never private jet like we

My nigga please, y'all don't smoke the sour diesel like us
You don't go to Pop and get ya flour cheaper than us
Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us
And repeat it we must, y'all don't reup like us

Ay, y'all ain't bein' like us, 'cuz y'all don't see it like us
The move the D's when they rush
My nigga please, they must be on E's and dust
Then niggas f'in with pills, y'all don't get G's like us

My nigga please, y'all young'ns ain't got O.G.s like me
B. Sig, Young Hov', Dame Dash, Kareem
Nigga please, somebody must've gassed your team
Think a nigga outrun or outlast Gang Green

My nigga, please, you ain't signin' no checks like these
My nigga, please, you ain't pushin' no wheels like these
My nigga, please, you ain't holdin' no tecks like these
My nigga, please, you don't pop open vests like these

Amazin' man, got your aerosol
I made my money, but don't trouble the law
I keep the womens around, I drive the womens crazy
Ya wanna know the time, better have me shades

My nigga, please, you ain't signin' no checks like these
My nigga, please, you ain't pushin' no wheels like these
My nigga, please, you ain't holdin' no tecks like these
My nigga, please, you don't pop open vests like these

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She Doesn'T Mind - Lyrics - Luther Vandross

Title: She Doesn'T Mind
Artist: Luther Vandross
Composer(s): L Vandross, R Vertelney

Lyric:
For love, you pay the price
You give it up, you sacrifice
And if necessary, you compromise
Sometimes it's bittersweet
You've got to try eight days a week
To create a good enough love to keep

You see, hearts belong to fire
So does her love
She burns me up with desire

My girl's love is right on time
Sweet and sweet and ever kind
She's so fine
She doesn't, she doesn't, she don't mind

Even when I come home late at night
We don't fuss, we never fight
'Cause the girl loves me to the line
She doesn't, she doesn't, she don't mind

It was out of my hands
I did my best, please understand
I was late for one of our evening plans
Champagne, dinner for two
With candlelight, she set the mood
And there wasn't anything I could do

But she is so forgiving
The one thing I know is
It's off her love I'm living

That girl's love is right on time
Sweeter than sweet and ever kind
She's so fine
She doesn't, she doesn't, she don't mind

And even when I come home late at night
We don't fuss, we never fight
'Cause the girl loves me to the line
She doesn't, she doesn't, she don't mind

When I go out to play
She doesn't mind if I'm a little bit late
She knows I think about her face
'Til I get home, 'til I get back home

What we gonna do tonight?
It's raining heavy and it's cold outside
So let's just love until we get things right
And waste a whole lotta time, I don't mind

She don't mind and I don't mind
She don't, don't
She don't, don't, she don't

I tell her the things she can't repeat
Makes her little heart just skip a beat
She blush a little bit and then I find
She doesn't, she doesn't, she don't mind

Even though our love is c'est si bon
Sometimes I like to be alone
Ring the girl on her private line
She doesn't, she doesn't, she don't mind

Go to work early, come back late
Outta my head, can't concentrate
Sometimes my love is a waste of time
But she doesn't, she doesn't, she don't mind

She's better ever than she used to be
Loving her is no mystery
Sometimes I'm not so sweet and kind
She doesn't, she doesn't, she don't mind

When I call her in the middle of the day
She's busy at work but it's okay
Not too busy to give me time
She doesn't, she doesn't, she don't mind

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I Like Control - Lyrics - Dj Clue

Title: I Like Control
Artist: Dj Clue
Composer(s): William Randall De Barge, Etterlene Jordan, E Shaw, Edward K Archer, Howard Thompson, Eldra P De Barge, Melissa A Elliott, Mocha N Wray

Lyric:
New Missy
Featuring Mocha
Nicole
D.J clue

What hot, we droppin'
What not, we stoppin'
Y'all rock stoppin', we bottle poppin'
Y'all block watchin', we watch coppin'
Y'all car hoppin'
'Cause now we got it locked and
We dedicate for y'all feather weight

You better skate 'cause we never late
Gon' replicate then bet I set it straight
But you can't bet what you never make
I'm the same cat from the same tracks
That hadda bring crack when you played that
When I spit move way back, you get sprayed at
I write my own shit bitch, can you say that?

A lot of y'all MC's talk mo' shit
Talkin' bout hits and all the whips you dip
I know most of y'all rappers live dead broke
I go to your accountant and he say, "No dough"
Rappin 'bout the weed and you can't even roll
If I blow you a gun nigga, can you smoke?

Why you gotta front when you whack as shit
Me and Mocha, we ain't braggin' bitch
I ain't gotta rap about the dough I hold
And I ain't 'bout to talk about the cars I drove
And I ain't gotta front about the shows I blow
Turn on your radio, see me control

It's best that thee put on the bets wit' me
And testin' me? I hit your chest wit' three
Let's make it clear that we gon' take it there
The way it appears, there ain't a club shakin' rears
Mocha here, call me the richest chick
With the thickest chips, and the quickest whip
Get a grip, why can't you try wit' me
Dumb variety, I get it done lively

My rhymes they like
They really really like
They for it adore it
So come let them enjoy
My rhymes they like
They really really like
They for it adore it
So come let them enjoy it

Woo, I get it hot like heat
You the MC that 'posed to scare me?
Ahhh, scream 'till my voice get hoarse
Spit on the mic, make all y'all moist
Hey, you don't wanna fuck with me
And if you do, then you've been practicing
And no one even told you who I was

Well I'm ma set it off, show you who I am
God damn, I got skills like a thief
And while you sleep I snatch out all ya teeth
Hey, you don't really want that beef
I repeat, you don't really want that beef
I said hey, you don't really want that beef
Now you know not to mess with me

A lot of y'all MC's talk mo' shit
Talkin' bout hits and all the whips you dip
I know most of y'all rappers live dead broke
I go to your accountant and he say, "No dough"
Rappin 'bout the weed and you can't even roll
If I blow you a gun nigga, can you smoke?

Why you gotta front when you whack as shit
Me and Mocha, we ain't braggin' bitch
I ain't gotta rap about the dough I hold
And I ain't 'bout to talk about the cars I drove
And I ain't gotta front about the shows I blow
Turn on your radio, see me control

My rhymes they like
They really really like
They for it adore it
So come let them enjoy
My rhymes they like
They really really like
They for it adore it
So come let them enjoy

My rhymes they like
They really really like
They for it adore it
So come let them enjoy
My rhymes they like
They really really like
They for it adore it
So come let them enjoy

Word up
D.J Clue
The Professional
Niggas don't want it
Word up, word up

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