Crossfire - Lyrics - Grand Funk Railroad

Title: Crossfire
Artist: Grand Funk Railroad
Composer(s): Mark Farner

Lyric:
You win or lose a penny
What does it matter any
We all are gamblers just by livin'

You hold a hopeless token
Even though your heart is broken
'Cause there's nothin' left for the love you're givin'

Caught in the crossfire
Caught in the crossfire of love
Caught in the crossfire
Caught in the crossfire of love

Caught in the crossfire
Caught in the crossfire

You played your hand at poker
But do you understand this joker
Who shot down all your hopes and dreams

Why do they always hurt you
You think they won't but you know they'll sure do
Can't trust a soul no more it seems

Caught in the crossfire
Caught in the crossfire of love
Caught in the crossfire
Caught in the crossfire of love

Caught in the crossfire
Caught in the crossfire

You caught your love red handed
Been stuck up like a bandit
Crossfire

Low down dirty underhanded
Just ain't right can't understand it
Crossfire

Caught in the crossfire
Caught in the crossfire of love
Caught in the crossfire
Caught in the crossfire of love

Caught in the crossfire
Caught in the crossfire
Caught in the crossfire

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Crossfire - Lyrics - Vinyl Confessions - Kansas

Title: Crossfire
Album: Vinyl Confessions
Artist: Kansas
Composer(s): Kerry Livgren

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Lyric:
Underneath the sky of blue, it's a time of choosing
Everybody's holding on, to what they're losing
But it all works out okay, if you give your life away
To the one who's holding fast, it's a promise that will last

You're caught in a crossfire
Of a greater love than man has ever known
Caught in a crossfire
And you've got to choose which way you're gonna go
Caught in a crossfire
In a world of darkness turn to the light

Time's disappearing, all that you're fearing
Dreamers awaken, chances are taken away

There isn't any in-between, there's no escaping
If you step across the line, it's illuminating
And the words are clear and true and they all were meant for you
For you harvest what you sow, so where you gonna go

You're caught in a crossfire
Of a greater love than man has ever known
Caught in a crossfire
And you've got to choose which way you're gonna go
Caught in a crossfire
In a world of darkness turn to the light

There's no pretending, no other ending
All is forgiven, if you are living a new

Everybody faces it, now or later
You can't get around it, 'cause it's human nature
And deep within the hardest heart
There is something there that knows
There's a hunger life can never fill
Till you face the one who rose

You're caught in a crossfire
Of a greater love than man has ever known
Caught in a crossfire
And you've got to choose which way you're gonna go
Caught in a crossfire
In a world of darkness turn to the light

Time's disappearing, all that you're fearing
Dreamers awaken, chances are taken
There's no pretending, no other ending
All is forgiven, if you are living a new, living a new

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Crossfire - Lyrics - A - Jethro Tull

Title: Crossfire
Album: A
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): Ian Anderson

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Lyric:
Spring lights in a hazy May
And a man with a gun at the door
Someone's crawling on the roof above
All the media here for the show

I've been waiting for our friends to come
Like spiders down ropes to free-fall
A thirty round clip for a visiting cards
Admit one to the embassy ball

Caught in the crossfire on Princes Gate Avenue
In go the windows, out go the lights
So call me a doctor, fetch me a policeman
I'm down on the floor in one hell of a fight

I'm just a soul with an innocent face
A regular boy dressed in blue
Conducting myself in a proper way
As befitting the job that I do

They came down on me like a ton of bricks
Swept off my feet, knocked about
There's nothing for it but to sit and wait
For the hard men to get me out

I'm caught in the crossfire on Princes Gate Avenue
In go the windows, out go the lights
So call me a doctor, fetch me a policeman
I'm down on the floor in one hell of a fight

Calm reason floats from the street below
And the slow fuse burns through the night
Everyone's tried to talk it through
But they can't seem to get the deal right

Somewhere there are Brownings in a two-hand holds
Cocked and locked, one up the spout
There's nothing for it but to sit and wait
For the hard men to get me out

I'm caught in the crossfire on Princes Gate Avenue
In go the windows, out go the lights
So call me a doctor, fetch me a policeman
I'm down on the floor in one hell of a fight

In go the windows
So call me a doctor, fetch me a policeman
I'm down on the floor

Caught in the crossfire, Princes Gate Avenue
In go the windows
So call me a doctor, fetch me a policeman
Down on the floor

Caught in the crossfire, Princes Gate Avenue
In go the windows
Caught in the crossfire

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Crossfire - Lyrics - Barricades And Brickwalls - Kasey Chambers

Title: Crossfire
Album: Barricades And Brickwalls
Artist: Kasey Chambers
Composer(s): Kasey Chambers

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Lyric:
I found the answer but I never liked it
I took my baby to the 10 step platform
I tied a reef knot on twice with the blindfold
I whisper 20 steps and point direction

Crossfire doesn't burn you
It only hurts when it gets you in the heart
If you don't hate me you'll learn to
I thought I had it clear from the start
I don't have a heart

I call my baby just to hang up on the phone
I take a rain check and I never ever check the rain
I leave the carton out for hours on summer days
I took a course on how to break the most hearts

Crossfire doesn't burn you
It only hurts when it gets you in the heart
If you don't hate me you'll learn to
I thought I had it clear from the start
I don't have a heart

I found the answer but I never liked it
I took my baby to the 10 step platform
I tied a reef knot on twice with the blindfold
I whisper 20 steps and point direction

Crossfire doesn't burn you
It only hurts when it gets you in the heart
If you don't hate me you'll learn to
I thought I had it clear from the start
I don't have a heart
I don't have a heart
I don't have a heart

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Covert War - Lyrics - David Wilcox

Title: Covert War
Artist: David Wilcox
Composer(s): David Patrick Wilcox

Lyric:
Dear Mom and Dad
Here's why I can't come home
I can talk to either one of you just fine
When it's either one, alone

But the Thanksgiving table
Is going to be pulled out bigger
If we talk at all
One of you will pull the trigger

I used to run those battle lines
Trying to smooth over what got said
Trying to get a medal
Trying to get some shrapnel in my head

Thought it was my duty
To plead and to implore
But I caught too much crossfire
In your covert war

Television talks fills the air
So you don't have to start
You claim your territories in the rooms upstairs
To keep yourselves apart

Holy days, they bring us all together
After so much left unsaid
You taught us well not to kick under the table
Kick under your breath instead

I used to stand between you
Trying to smooth over what got said
Trying to get a medal
Trying to get some shrapnel in my head

Thought it was my duty
To plead and to implore
But I caught too much crossfire
In your covert war

Of course there was the anger where the love is strong
Spilled like gasoline
It's crude but it's a power we can draw upon
If it fuels the right machine

I love you and I'd never want to see you bleed
When comments cut like steel
So to hold your fire I'd block the shot and take the hit for you
As if I could not feel

I thought they'd passed right through me
And I had no scars to hide
Now I open up and try to love
And I find they're still inside

'Cause I used to run those battle lines
Trying to plead, to implore
Please won't you hold the cease fire out a little longer
Until the next uproar

I took it all in childhood
But I can't take it no more
'Cause I caught too much crossfire
In your covert war

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One Shot At Glory - Lyrics - Painkiller - Judas Priest

Title: One Shot At Glory
Album: Painkiller
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Robert Halford, Glenn Tipton, Kenneth Downing

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Lyric:
Let me hear the battle cry
Calling on the wind
Let me see the banners fly
Before the storm begins

Let me feel the spirits soar
Destroy the enemy
Striking at the evil core
For all the world to see

This day will last forever
Deep in the hearts of men
Courage and victory
Remember, remember

One shot at glory
In the crossfire overhead
Fate stands before me
Words have all been said

One shot at glory
Driving hard and seeing red
Destiny calls me
One night of fire, one shot at glory

Fighting on with dignity
In life and death we deal
The power and the majesty
Amidst the blood and steel

I still hear the battle cry
The call goes on and on
I still see the banners fly
The battle's always won

This day will last forever
Deep in the hearts of men
Courage and victory
Remember, remember

One shot at glory
In the crossfire overhead
Fate stands before me
Words have all been said

One shot at glory
Driving hard and seeing red
Destiny calls me
One night of fire, one shot at glory

This day will last forever
Deep in the hearts of men
Courage and victory
Remember, remember

One shot at glory
In the crossfire overhead
Fate stands before me
Words have all been said

One shot at glory
Driving hard and seeing red
Destiny calls me
One night of fire, one shot at glory

One shot at glory
I used to hear the battle cry
I used to see the banners fly

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People Behind - Lyrics - Raised Fist

Title: People Behind
Artist: Raised Fist
Composer(s): Marco Eronen, Daniel Holmberg, Oskar Karlsson, Andreas Johansson, Alexander Hagman

Lyric:
This ripped apart large sections of my social life
Disabled from a bitter conflict with a surgical knife
If there was a possibility, I would give away my wings
Give my wings to you so you could fly away from the bombings

Dead bodies on the ground and a whispering sound
Another victim down, it's the daily round
Another explosion, panic and motion
Smoke from a rooftop, this will never stop

I have no desire to end up in the crossfire
Is there anything that I can do for you?
To remove the barbed wire and to send out more flyers
Doesn't really change what this is developing to

Dead bodies on the ground and a whispering sound
Another victim down, it's the daily round
Another explosion, panic and motion
Smoke from a rooftop, this will never stop

Your advice could be to demilitarize
But it's not the weapons that kills, it's the people behind
When no logic applies and no one tries
And no one is willing to compromise

I have no desire to end up in the crossfire
Is there anything I can do for you?
When no logic applies and no one tries
And no one is willing to compromise

Dead bodies on the ground and a whispering sound
Another victim down, it's the daily round
Another explosion, panic and motion
Smoke from a rooftop, this will never stop

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Where The Wild Things Are - Lyrics - Metallica

Title: Where The Wild Things Are
Artist: Metallica
Composer(s): James Hetfield, Jason Newsted, Lars Ulrich

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Lyric:
So wake up, sleepy one
It's time to save your world

Steal dreams and give to you
Shoplift a thought or two
All children touch the sun
Burn fingers one by one, by one

Will this earth be good to you?
Keep you clean or stain through?

So wake up sleepy one
It's time to save your world
You're where the wild things are
Yeah, toy soldiers off to war

Big eyes to open soon
Believing all under sun and moon
But does Heaven know you're here?
And did they give you smiles or tears?
No, no tears

Will this earth be good to you?
Keep you clean or stain through?

So wake up sleepy one
It's time to save your world
You're where the wild things are
Yeah, toy soldiers off to war

You swing your rattle down
(Hand puppets storm the beach
Fire trucks trapped out of reach
Hand puppets storm the beach)

Call to arms, the trumpets sound
(Fire trucks trapped out of reach
All clowns reinforce the rear
Slingshots fire into the air)

Toy horses start the charge
(All clowns reinforce the rear
Slingshots fire into the air
Stuffed bears hold the hill till death
Crossfire from the marionettes)

Robot chessmen standing guard
(Stuffed bears hold the hill till death
Crossfire from the marionettes
We shall never surrender)

All you children touch the sun
Burn your fingers one by one
Will this earth be good to you?
Keep you clean or stain through?

So wake up sleepy one
It's time to save your world
You're where the wild things are now
Toy soldiers off to war
Off to war, off to war

So close your little eyes

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Carnival Diablos - Lyrics - Annihilator

Title: Carnival Diablos
Artist: Annihilator
Composer(s): Jeff Waters, Joe Comeau

Lyric:
Carnival diablos
Carnival

The devil has a playground, nothing you can see
Wickedness disguised for you and me
Darkness rules the day, the circus comes to town
Slowly riding in, come to take us down

Carnival diablos
Carnival

A fire in the field, smoking out the sun
Minions throw their chains on everyone
Caught in by the crossfire, sky is turning red
Adding up his souls as we count our dead

Creeping, sneaking, he tries to deceive
Fighting off the devil, got a hold on me
He won't let me leave

Carnival diablos
Carnival

Freaks, thieves and jesters, they all know your name
Calling out for you to play their game
Caught in by the crossfire, sky is bloody red
Adding up his souls as we count our dead

Carnival diablos
Carnival

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Psycobetabuckdown - Lyrics - Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill

Title: Psycobetabuckdown
Album: Cypress Hill
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud, Worrell Clinton Collin

Lyric:
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta

I increase my throttle, uplift my shuttle
Tribe in a huddle, pilot on auto, bro
I'm not a role model, more like a psycho
A Bates type of 'Psycho', cut you like Michael

'Halloween' character or computer wizard
Hit you with the blizzard, cut your circuit with my scissors
Shorts'll get crossed while you're in the crossfire
You get blasted, you dumb ass bastard

See you need the data, better I say data
You're lookin' at the Tribe an' you're a hater
Comin' from inside, means I come better
Or should I say rather together I'm gonna set ya

Head in the casket, your body in a basket
A tisket, a tasket, I told ya I'm gonna blast ya
When I'm on the psycobeta state of mind over magnum
You know I'm gonna tag them

You're gonna get funked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get funked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get funked when I buck ya down
What you're runnin from is the psycobetabuckdown

Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Psycobetabuckdown, baby
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetabuckdown

Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetabuckdown
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Somebody's gettin' bucked down

See, I'm from South Central, bustin' out my metal
Rapid-fire petal, funk is makin' me get mental
Yo, it make no sense, [Incomprehensible]
Sen start the massacre, as I get nasal
The phase'll be like a murderer's maze, yo
You won't find B-Real, inside any kind of cage, yo

Sen is the gangsta, me, I'm just a pimp
Broads swingin' off my dick like a chimp, simpin'
So what's the story, you come lookin' for me?
Better just scatter or you're gettin' leaded

I'm the one who said it, boy, it doesn't matter
You're gonna get splattered, with my funky ill juice
'Cause I'm 'The Phuncky Feel One'
Makin' you get real loose

My intellect, dialect, dialog, intellect
Catalog from what you want me to select
Different forms of beta, psycho for alpha
The way I stay in control of myself

I'm not one of many penny ante on the gauges
In the stone ages, make minimum wages
Show me where the stage is, I come to get the brain on
Hey, man, get the fuck off the 'caine, bro

You're gonna get funked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get funked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get funked when I buck ya down
What you're runnin' from is the psycobetabuckdown

Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetabuckdown baby
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Psycobetarific in profile

Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetabuckdown
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Somebody's gettin' bucked down

Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Yo, where's the hooda?
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Funky, yeah
I don't like that crazy shit, man

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Let The Healing Begin - Lyrics - Joe Cocker

Title: Let The Healing Begin
Artist: Joe Cocker
Composer(s): Tony Joe White

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Lyric:
I've kept it inside much to long
There's no relief
Carry it around just like a stone
Too heavy for me

I had paid the price
Of standing on the outside looking in

It's time to let the healing begin

A boy is strung out he's going through hell
His mother weeps
His spirit is broken and there's nothing left
Just a terrible need

And the days are marked by the heaviness of the heart
It never mends

Until the healing begins

And the tension prowls the streets like and animal
The people stay behind their locks and chains
It's a shame when so many are trying their best to live as one
And the smoke form the fires covers up the sun

A young girl is lying in the dirt her dreams ended there
Caught in the crossfire on somebody's turf hatred in the air

It's a voice that never sings, a winter without the spring
It never ends

It's time to let the healing begin, okay
It's time to let the healing begin, oh babe

I won't let the healing come down
[Incomprehensible]
Let the healing begin
Let those broken hearts [Incomprehensible]
As time [Incomprehensible]

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Loyal To The Game (Dj Quik Remix) - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Loyal To The Game (Dj Quik Remix)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Reginald Heard, Luis Resto, Curtis Jackson, Deon Evans, Marshall Mathers, Anthony Criss, Tupac Shakur, Lloyd Banks, David Brown, Steve King

Lyric:
I'm loyal to the game

Now I've got to ask on a nigga's ass
Tell me will they blast me
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now it's gettin' crazy after dark
These narcs be like tryin' to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penetentiary
I've been movin' these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what ya need when ya see me

I'm stackin' Gs buyin' all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll and they know
When it's time to handle business nigga lay low
Although I'm young I'm still comin' up
I'm gettin paid pullin' razors on niggas when they runnin' up
The first to pull the strap when there's drama
Buster you ain't heard?
I been slicin' motherfuckers since I lost my mama

There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocky and they don't wait until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game

I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain

Possessed by the streets you can't tell me that this ain't home
I can't eat if the rest of this shit ain't gone
I'm gettin' used to the needles on the bathroom sink
Gotta close my door because the backroom stinks
See, daddy don't work and mama don't drink
But daddy do dope, and mama can't think
So look like I'm a be the man of the house
Gotta have somethin' to put in her hand when it's out

Up early in the mornin the first to get it
They say if you really want it then come on with it
Sacrifice my life for this ice and these cars
And I only spent 30 days behind bars
I ain't never had a job but my rent got paid
I handled any beef that they sent my way
So send me to the pen but you know I won't change
It's thug in my veins, I'm loyal to the game

I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin'
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin'
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain

Yeah, it ain't my fault I came up fast
And your the name niggas bring up last
And all the dames get a king up ass
10 grand on every ring I flash
Leap frog and I'm a have to fling your ass
I'm on the block where its scorchin' hot
If you get caught in the crossfire
They have to peel you off the block

I get 'dro by the pickle jar
These broke niggas wanna get the star
So I don't keep the four-nickel far
My lips is zipped I'm loyal to the game
Bring your bitch around me I'm spoilin her brain
Get more slugs to boil in your frame
'Cause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain
The paints the same color as oil in the range

I'm stingy ain't got nothin for you but some change
I'm good now but the fact still remains
That the struggle that I'm from is attached to my name

I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin'
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin'
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain

Hey, yeah
2Pac's in this motherfucker
Uh
G-Unit in the motherfuckin house

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Introducing - Lyrics - O'Ryan

Title: Introducing
Artist: O'Ryan
Composer(s): Melvin Coleman, Taurian Adoni Shropshire

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen introducing Lil'O
Yo, you ready homie we 'bout to let the know how we do
Y'all ain't ready y'all, y'all ain't ready y'all
Y'all ain't ready y'all

Now I'm just in time for my game
Never see me with out new braids
Rockin' fresh slippers and a shirt with the team name
And you,you wanna do what I do
When you get it I'ma move on to something new
Quit playin' yourself nd tryin' to be Lil' Zane

It's my time to shine I waited long enough in line
(My time, to shine)
All my people if you ready let me hear you halla ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
For those who don't know, I have a brotha called Big O
And just like he did his name, I'm 'bout to let y'all know my name
They call me

Ooh, ooh, ooh, what's my name
What's my name?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, what's my name? O'Ryan

When I was younger I used to dream about this day
I be standin' up on stage
People all around and the young
Screamin' my name, it's a beautiful life

Everywhere I go I gotta do it my way
I don't leave the city until I rock the stage
Then when I'm done
I'm hosting the after party

It's my time to shine
I waited long enough in line
All my people if you hear me
Let me hear you holla ooh, ooh ,ooh

For those who don't know
I got a brotha called Big O
And just like he did his name
I'm 'bout to let y'all know my name
They call me

Ooh, ooh, ooh, what's my name
What's my name?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, what's my name? O'Ryan
What's my name?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, what's my name? O'Ryan

Young Rome and I'm serious
You know my status is platinum
For the hearing impaired it's closed captioned
I'm the main attraction

Young Rome A.K.A., Young Rich Guy
That's real talk
This is for all the disfacts
O'Ryan young boy with a golden voice

Every young ladies choice, keepin' them moist
Shootin' for the number one spot with a bullet man
No stress on the brain, we runnin' this game
All you haters get served like all derves

Homie we pimpers, me and my shorty rock his and hers
I might buy some cowboy boots with spurs crossfire parked on the curb
Look in to my sleepy eye girl I'm telling the truth even when I lie
Mami you can't deny I'm a lover not a hater
Butanguan light your lighters, more fire more fire

Ooh, ooh, ooh, what's my name
What's my name?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, what's my name? O'Ryan

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Street Corner - Lyrics - World Party - Goodie Mob

Title: Street Corner
Album: World Party
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): C Gipp, P Brown, R Wade, J Gilliam, R Murray, J Williams, T Burton, W Knighton, R Barnett

Lyric:
Don't know why I'm folding?
Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling
Don't know why I'm folding?
Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling

Enhance the game, but give me the Benz
While I send my word
It's lightly packed [Incomprehensible] giving a fuck
Bitch I got's to eat too while I catch up like Heinz
On the hook for my family tree
East to west to south is booted in this red clay
And everyday I get up and work my ass to the bone
So I can pay for me a home, in the ghetto or the woods, to build
I'm packing my steel too

Slow rolling, everybody in this clique holding
Anything we riding in is stolen
And you can tell when a nigga on round' here
His neck and his wrists be all frozen
You wanna go bust because some fool caught you dozing
Out on the ave posing

But you ain't no more good, like a used up Trojan
You horsing around, now your spot finna' be closing down
We brang them guns, you tote them roses
Indecent exposure, beat you till' you're swollen
Now here, put some ice on that
Work with, reject heavy crack now pick up, pick up, pick up

Don't know why I'm folding?
Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling
Don't know why I'm folding?
Illegal substance controlling, still out

Hold up, wait up, gipp swolled in here
My eyes getting little and its hard to steer
Reverse safe, can't wait, communicate next tale
Kept my money in the floor so I can chalk bail
And anything you got for me, just hold
'Cause I'll be back one day to get them folds

Take a second to regroup, get back in the loop
See the veins never change, only part is in the name
I ain't that old, wanna play me cold
Wanna treat me like a wrangler wanna snatch my gold
See I was raised by a man, so a man you see
Came up in the trailers of Fulton County
Hard top for the winter, soft top for the summer
If we caught roaming the streets, we some runners
From the street corners

Well when you looking at me make sure that
I'm trapping and slowed down
Still suffer from sunrise till' the sun done gone down
Before I go any further, fool let me break it on down
Get blasting with the best and get brutally blown down
Yes sire! Collapse and get caught in the crossfire
Talking shit at one time, but nowadays your cause higher

From the hatred, hunger, hopelessness, yes I kill
So I guess I'm no better than the rest
But I try to be somehow these streets feel so fly to me
I'm a get it right Lord, "Cee-Lo, don't you lie to me!"
I hope this work here work me a way up out this
Hey, don't wanna die the same way my buddy
Did the other day damn

Don't know why I'm folding?
Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling
Don't know why I'm folding?
Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling

Don't know why I'm folding?
Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling
Don't know why I'm folding?
Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling
Don't know why I'm folding?
Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling

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Devil In Jersey City - Lyrics - Neverender: Children of the Fence Edition (Limited Edition 4 CD/5 DVD) - Coheed And Cambria

Title: Devil In Jersey City
Album: Neverender: Children of the Fence Edition (Limited Edition 4 CD/5 DVD)
Artist: Coheed And Cambria
Composer(s): Michael T Todd, Joshua Eppard, Claudio Sanchez, Travis Stever

Lyric:
New Jersey bound when sound asleep
They'll find you at your most vulnerable
Poll position, speak up, let out
When down the street the corner boys fuck shit up

Scream loud, scream, "Sayonara", oh, oh, oh
Sweet Josephine will you follow me home
Scream loud, scream, "Sayonara", oh, oh, oh
Sweet Josephine will you follow me home

Let's fire it up, haha now
Let's fire it up, haha now, Sayonara
Don't let them scare you
When you're down on the floor bleeding bastard

You'll be getting home real soon
And I'll pray for you, high health
Don't let them scare you
When you're down on the floor bleeding bastard
You'll be getting home real soon

Speak up let out caught in the crossfire
Compared to the step to the bone that might break
It's too late to find a better way out of this
With the finest regards that I lost in the cracks of this street

Scream loud, scream, "Sayonara", oh, oh, oh
Sweet Josephine will you follow me home
Scream loud, scream, "Sayonara", oh, oh, oh
Sweet Josephine will you follow me home

Let's fire it up haha now
Let's fire it up haha now, Sayonara
Don't let them scare you
When you're down on the floor bleeding bastard

You'll be getting home real soon
And I'll pray for you high health
Don't let them scare you
When you're down on the floor bleeding bastard
You'll be getting home real soon

Don't let them scare you
Take me home
When you run they'll follow you
Take me home
When you run they'll follow you

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Musical Ladders - Lyrics - Adam Green

Title: Musical Ladders
Artist: Adam Green
Composer(s): Adam Green

Lyric:
Musical ladders
Leaning on mountains
Bathed in white laughter
Under the sun

Somebody's birthday
Came stumbling towards us
Wrapped in green gladness
Under the sun

We're gonna make it
Through this war tonight
Someone hold this child
Up to the light

Prostitute fingers
Fumbling with matches
Tucked in red couches
Under green moons

Mexican waitress
Got caught in the crossfire
Of militant families
Bursting with Jews

We're gonna break it
To your folks tonight
Kind of hope your pops
Don't hear me right, oh yeah

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Persecution Mania - Lyrics - Sodom

Title: Persecution Mania
Artist: Sodom
Composer(s): Christian Dudek, Frank Gosdzik, Thomas Such

Lyric:
Command to Vietnam
Back into the jungles depths
Armed to the teeth
Cold blooded experience
Mercenary paid to slaughter
Sector madness kill and destroy

Missing captive locked up
In contaminated camps
Only war of liberation
Let them gather fresh hope

Hostile crossfire finished eight lives
Bowels bury me alive
Green hell swallows a silhouette
I could get away

Persecution mania, driven me mad
Persecution mania, tremendous dreams
Persecution mania, getting mentally ill
Persecution mania, alarmed about my life

There are traps behind every line
The combat zone in trench and fire
I know the danger every step
The nerve gas falls in black and white

But slowly I near my destination
Lost is our war to do justice
The brothers of people shot and died
Persecution mania takes away my life

Persecution mania, driven me mad
Persecution mania, tremendous dreams
Persecution mania, getting mentally ill
Persecution mania, alarmed about my life

Something fierce
Something evil
Circles in the air

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U Don'T Wanna B. D. S. - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: U Don'T Wanna B. D. S.
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David J Jolicoeur, Vincent Lamont Mason

Lyric:
Ha, check it out
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, also known as Freddie Foxxx
That's right, and I came to check my niggaz De La Soul
See y'all niggaz don't really wanna bust dat shit, huh

You know I'm sayin'? So I'ma show you niggaz
The super laser gamma ultra killa nigga special
You niggaz ain't no killers
You motherfuckers ain't gonna hurt nobody, nigga

You better keep rhymin', nigga
'Fore I smack the shit outta you, you little fuckin' sissy
You niggaz ain't real; that's right, it's De La Soul, baby
And Bumpy motherfuckin' Knuckles baby, alright, come on

Check my stats, entire apparat'
Even from the days when I had to roll strapped
Wonderin' if I gotta go back to that
Zest to rub records from rap and kick facts

To tracks and stack, one whole decade
Yeah some got paid, some waved in the fades
Fact of the matter my style will never fade
Managin' to keep it all A-grade

So you can stay nourish and flourish with the truth
[Incomprehensible] some niggaz, I know

If I need a mayday
Bust some fuckin' niggaz tryin' to play me crazy
Causin' interruptions to my big pay-day
Playin' with them guns make them fuckin' leary

But if it's clearly, merely and surely and, how it's gotta be
I got some thorough niggaz that's ridin' me
So witcha bullshit I'm not buyin' it B
Don't come around thinkin' you can try it with me
'Cause

You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit

Shick shick, click a click
This is where my people headin' at
Innocent people are carryin' gats
Now what the fuck is all that?

Is it 'cause times is live like a wire?
Gettin' shock treated by the crossfire
Ha-siyahh, burn bare well prepared
To make my decision for my livin'

I ain't the one 'Robin', I'm the one 'Given'
Hip hop driven, and willin' to die for it
When Scott LaRock died, man I cried and shit
Then some cats got rich callin' a woman a bitch

But ain't no woman like the one I got
And if you call her a bitch well you might get
And I know the feelings is mutual
It's uncivilized and unsuitable
Crips and bloods are recruitable

But you don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit

Ha ha, yeah you get the motherfuckin' point, huh?
You niggaz get the motherfuckin' point, huh?
That's right so while you niggaz is sittin' up in central booking
Crying like bitches, huh?

I'm in the motherfuckin' holdin' block
Waitin' for your sweet pussy punk ass
And I'ma whoop the shit out of you
For gettin' on a fuckin' record, actin' like you a fuckin' killer

I'ma show you niggaz what a motherfuckin' killer's all about, huh?
You niggaz ain't no motherfucking gangsters
You don't wanna bust that motherfuckin' shit punk
I'll punch your whole chest cavity out, fagot

You ain't no real nigga, nigga
I'll smack the shit out of you
'Cause you ain't a fuckin' live, nigga
You sittin' in central booking, cryin' like a bitch

Waitin' for your father to come bail you out
And Freddie Foxxx don't play that shit, nigga
That's right, Bumpy Knuckles motherfucker
And if you don't know, now you motherfuckin' know

And yo De La, check it out, it's your motherfuckin' man
And if any one of them niggaz get side windin' with you nigga
Let me know, and I will send them niggaz hot ones
Like I'm a motherfuckin' Mexican, feel me on that one, huh?

'Cause them niggaz know me nigga, believe me, nigga they know me
The motherfuckin' troublemaker, that's right
And De La Soul, is rollin' with Bump' Knux' nigga
So what? Tell me, what?

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Busa Rhyme - Lyrics - Da Real World - Missy Elliott

Title: Busa Rhyme
Album: Da Real World
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Robert W Parissi, Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott, Marshall Mathers

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Lyric:
Slim Shady
Slim Shady
Slim Shady

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
And pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, til her whole face explodes
There's three things I hate, girls, women and bitches
I'm that vicious to walk up, and drop-kick midgets
They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a fuckin' pregnant chick in her stomach with luggage
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, and back out
I'm lookin' for someone "Of" to beat the crap "Out"
I'm bringin' you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Yeah

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy

I had a huge attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically
(One more time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity
Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following
It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
College girls, live in an alcoholic's world
Full of earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls

Covered in throw-up and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up
(Shut up!)
I made this rap game suspenseful, coz now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote with a pencil
(Bitch)
And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the oakwood
'Coz everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' your words together for nuttin'

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady
What's the deal?
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Yeah, who?

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady
What's the deal?
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want what you got is it hot?
(Is it hot?)

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want
(Yo)
What you want
(Yo)
Ahh uhh yo

"A person from another planet might disagree with you"
"Well, if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth"

Slim Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Slim Shady
Misdemeanor

I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends
Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see your fuckin' legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin' next to you
(Ahh!)
Fuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin' at the couch

Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building
And shot every window out on the way down to the ground
(Keep filming!)
Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped 'em in half
Suffocated the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the east and west beefin' again
Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy, get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the line
Uhh, and I'ma watch you MC's die
Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind
I think somebody done pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and
Uhh, you will have to clean up the mess
(Uh-huh)

It's rainin' rainin' and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, 'coz pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me damnit? Bitch get down
Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile
(Uh-huh)
Lay 'em on down, like they lived underground
(Uh)
For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we found
Get your ass, kicked later, or get your ass, kicked now

Uhh, one-two
Misdemeanor, Slim Shady
Timbaland, motherfucker
Uhh uhh uhh
Cool, cool, cool
Triple zero

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Loyal To The Game - Lyrics - Loyal to the Game - 2pac

Title: Loyal To The Game
Album: Loyal to the Game
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Reginald Heard, Luis Resto, Curtis Jackson, Deon Evans, Marshall Mathers, Anthony Criss, Tupac Shakur, Lloyd Banks, David Brown, Steve King

Lyric:
I'm loyal to the game

Now I've got to ask on a nigga's ass
Tell me will they blast me
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now it's gettin' crazy after dark
These narcs be like tryin' to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penetentiary
I've been movin' these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what ya need when ya see me

I'm stackin' Gs buyin' all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll and they know
When it's time to handle business nigga lay low
Although I'm young I'm still comin' up
I'm gettin paid pullin' razors on niggas when they runnin' up
The first to pull the strap when there's drama
Buster you ain't heard?
I been slicin' motherfuckers since I lost my mama

There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocky and they don't wait until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game

I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain

Possessed by the streets you can't tell me that this ain't home
I can't eat if the rest of this shit ain't gone
I'm gettin' used to the needles on the bathroom sink
Gotta close my door because the backroom stinks
See, daddy don't work and mama don't drink
But daddy do dope, and mama can't think
So look like I'm a be the man of the house
Gotta have somethin' to put in her hand when it's out

Up early in the mornin the first to get it
They say if you really want it then come on with it
Sacrifice my life for this ice and these cars
And I only spent 30 days behind bars
I ain't never had a job but my rent got paid
I handled any beef that they sent my way
So send me to the pen but you know I won't change
It's thug in my veins, I'm loyal to the game

I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin'
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin'
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain

Yeah, it ain't my fault I came up fast
And your the name niggas bring up last
And all the dames get a king up ass
10 grand on every ring I flash
Leap frog and I'm a have to fling your ass
I'm on the block where its scorchin' hot
If you get caught in the crossfire
They have to peel you off the block

I get 'dro by the pickle jar
These broke niggas wanna get the star
So I don't keep the four-nickel far
My lips is zipped I'm loyal to the game
Bring your bitch around me I'm spoilin her brain
Get more slugs to boil in your frame
'Cause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain
The paints the same color as oil in the range

I'm stingy ain't got nothin for you but some change
I'm good now but the fact still remains
That the struggle that I'm from is attached to my name

I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin'
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin'
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain

Hey, yeah
2Pac's in this motherfucker
Uh
G-Unit in the motherfuckin house

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