Crush 'Em - Lyrics - Capitol Punishment - Megadeth

Title: Crush 'Em
Album: Capitol Punishment
Artist: Megadeth
Composer(s): Dave Mustaine, Bud Prager, Marty Friedman

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Lyric:
Enter the arena and hit the lights
Step up now you're in for a ride
This is war, ain't no fun and games
We'll get it up and you go down in flames

Party time goin' down
You better not mess us around
The stakes are rich take a hit or stay
The price is high someone's gonna pay

Heads I win, tails you lose
Out of my way I'm comin' through
Roll the dice, don't think twice
And we crush
Crush 'em

Looking for trouble now you've found it
You're a drum and we're gonna pound it
Last one standin' wins the fight
Hear us scream and shout all night
Down on the floor and eat the grit
This is gonna hurt a little bit

Heads I win, tails you lose
Out of my way I'm comin' through
Roll the dice, don't think twice
And we crush
Crush 'em

Now we lay you down to rest
You'll never be more than second best
Step inside you're in for a ride
And we crush
Crush 'em

Crush
Crush
Crush
Crush
Don't need reason, don't want names
Just a John Doe to put to shame
Step aside let me explain
The name of the game is pain
Now we've found you
We're gonna pound you, we're gonna beat you
Gonna defeat you
We're gonna bust you, we're gonna crush you
We're gonna crush 'em

Heads I win, tails you lose
Out of my way I'm comin' through
Roll the dice don't think twice
And we crush
Crush 'em

Now we lay you down to rest
You'll never ever be more than second best
Step inside you're in for a ride
And we crush
Crush 'em

Crush
Crush
Crush
Crush 'em
Crush
Crush
Crush
Crush 'em
Crush
Crush
Crush
Crush 'em
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Dead Or Alive - Lyrics - Come Home With Me - Cam'Ron

Title: Dead Or Alive
Album: Come Home With Me
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Camron Giles, Kayne West, Jimmy Jones, Buffy Sainte Marie

Lyric:
Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive
Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive
Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive
Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive

Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive

Yo, yo, yo, the way I been treated in this industry, not nicely
Little faggot motherfucker like
Tried to get someone to pop my chain
Getting robbed dog is not my game
My nigga hopped out the van real quick
Cocked that thang
Reversed the situation, popped his chain
Be happy we ain't pop his brain

Aiyyo, I treat that show money, Mike
Like it's coke money, aight?
So you better have it
Consequences could be a casket
I'm beyond forensic, a menace wit' a matic
I'm a leave 'em in the streets just splattered
Beat and battered, fuck cops
Police don't matter, bring 'em to me

Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive
Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive
Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive
Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive

Yo, aiyyo I pop to my name
With not a dollar, not a cent
Not a rock to my name
Yo, I'ma keep it funky dogs to hop my chain
For a block and cocaine
Now it's back to my block and cocaine
You know, rein up
And fillin' up them pots with cocaine

Then you chop it up and bottle up and top the cocaine
Got a watch for them cops and they chains
For them diplomatic affairs, automatic'll flare
I whips everything from automatics to gears
Yeah, you know sticks I clutch 'em
Shots with 6 I bust 'em, cop kicks to scuff 'em
Fuck 'em, hop out the 6 and crush 'em
Hop in the 6 and dust 'em, boom

Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive
Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive
Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive
Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive

Yo aiyyo, these niggaz talkin' shit?
They about to get hit with fuckin' clips
You better let 'em know
I got girls that'll buy me a quarter
Supply me wit' water, beef come drive me to borders
Kamikazes wit' they hommies, body your daughter
Turn your whole crew into Dodgers
Like Tommy Lasorda

Yeah, come on, so you faggots have that money in order
Jim'll come through in wolves and let the hungry extort ya'
Now how is that for the drama suspense?
Any beef, our piranhas get sent
Kidnap your momma for rent
Hot shots from the Beretta'll a fly
I'm breakin' bread with my guys
We want 'em dead or alive, dip set boom

Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive
Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive
Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive
Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive

Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive
Bring 'em dead or alive
Ah oh no, bring 'em dead or alive

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Words Are Weapons - Lyrics - The Mix Tape, Vol. 4: 60 Minutes Of Funk - Funkmaster Flex

Title: Words Are Weapons
Album: The Mix Tape, Vol. 4: 60 Minutes Of Funk
Artist: Funkmaster Flex
Composer(s): Ondre Moore, Marshall Mathers, K Bell, R Johnson

Lyric:
My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons, I never show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons, I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

Yo, the rage I release on a page
Is like a demon unleashed in a cage
Lunatic, soon as I hit the stage
My mind is like a fuckin' stick of dynamite
Once I get behind the mic
It's like the wick is lit, you bitches die tonight

My nine is like a guidin' light at night, shinin' bright
My fuckin' grip is tighter than my wife's vagina, psych
These cock-suckin' cops got my Smith & Wesson
I guess it's time to pick a different weapon, man, the shit's depressin'
But Swift is getting me a new one for a Christmas present
(Come on Slim, let's go and teach this fuckin' bitch a lesson)

They managed to confiscate the pistol that I brandish
But my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage
Shady stay creative, baby, hold your head up, don't you let up
One bit on these motherfuckin' suckers, you're a soldier, get up
Stand up for what you believe in, long as you breathin'
They jealous of you man, that's the only reason they beefin'

My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons, I never show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons, I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

It's that Dirty Dozen renegade, you done pulled the pin out my grenade
.38s'll move your shit up out the way
You niggas won't forget about McVeigh, you got somethin' to say?
Let it out today or watch these bullets spray

From these ten black fingers huggin' these deadly millimeters
That'll make Jeff Dahmer's look like he caught a misdemeanor
See I'm dirty, so I ain't gotta buy a pistol cleaner
An official beater, don't let me see you with yo' heater

You gets whipped with it, tell them motherfuckers, Swift did it
You packin' somethin' special in your crib, then bitch get it
I'm physically fitted to run yo' digits, I'm hostile
With this Roscoe pointed up your nostrils

You get splitted and guess what, I'm blowin' up the hospital
And wouldn't give a fuck if you a cop or a hoe
I'm Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector
Findin whores to lock 'em up in motels to inject 'em

My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons, I never show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons, I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

I'm eatin' crews like I'm Hannibal
There's no way I can be the gay rapper
(Why not?)
I only fuck animals
Stupid trick got my dick startin' to itch
Went to my mother's grave site, called her a stupid bitch

One on one in this bloodsport, I'm in divorce court
Sold my bitch off a pack of Newports
(Your Honor)
Six times I been arrested, how would you feel
If you was a Jehovah witness that always got molested?
(It happens)

I'm smokin' dank, drinkin' drank
I can't have any kids 'cause I'm fuckin' shootin' blanks
Don't you know Bizarre don't give a fuck?
Nicole's a whore, I'm glad O.J. murdered the slut

Responsibility, I'm negligent
Bill Clinton's a fag, should be stabbed
Let Richard Simmons be the President
Call me a weirdo, call me Bizarre
While I stick it up yo' ass while you shittin' diarrhea

My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons, I never show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons, I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

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Words Are Weapons - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Words Are Weapons
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Ondre Moore, Marshall Mathers, K Bell, R Johnson

Lyric:
My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons
I never show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons
I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

Yo, the rage I release on a page
Is like a demon unleashed in a cage
Lunatic, soon as I hit the stage
My mind is like a fucking stick of dynamite

[Unverified] I get behind the mic
It's like the wick is lit, you bitches die tonight
My nine is like a guiding light at night, shining bright
My fucking grip is tighter than my wife's vagina, psych

These cock sucking cops got my Smith-N-Wesson
I guess it's time to pick a different weapon
Man, the shit's depressing
But Swift is getting me a new one for a Christmas present
(Come on, Slim, let's go and teach this fucking bitch a lesson)

They managed to confiscate the pistol that I brandish
But my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage
Shady stay creative, baby, hold your head up, don't you let up
One bit on these motherfucking suckers you're a soldier get up
Stand up for what you believe in, long as you breathing
They jealous of you, man, that's the only reason they beefing

My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons
I never show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons
I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

It's that Dirty Dozen renegade
You done pulled the pin out my grenade
38s'll move your shit up out the way
You niggas won't forget about McVeigh, you got something to say?
Let it out today or watch these bullets spray

From these ten black fingers hugging these deadly millimeters
That'll make Jeff Dahmer's look like he caught a misdemeanor
See I'm 'Dirty', so I ain't gotta buy a pistol cleaner
An official beater, don't let me see you with yo' heater

You gets whipped with it, tell them motherfuckers Swift did it
You packing something special in your crib, then bitch, get it
I'm physically fitted to run yo' digits, I'm hostile
(Uh huh)
With this Roscoe pointed up your nostrils

You get splitted and guess what? I'm blowing up the hospital
And wouldn't give a fuck if you a cop or a hoe
I'm Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector
Finding whores to lock 'em up in motels to inject 'em

My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons
I never show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons
I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

I'm eating crews like I'm Hannibal
There's no way I can be the gay rapper
(Why not?)
I only fuck animals
(Oh, haha)
Stupid trick got my dick starting to itch
Went to my mother's grave site, called her a stupid bitch

One on one in this bloodsport
I'm in divorce court, sold my bitch off a pack of Newports
(Your honor)
Six times I been arrested, how would you feel?
If you was a Jehovah witness that always got molested?
(It happens)

I'm smoking dank, drinking, drank
I can't have any kids 'cause I'm fucking shooting blanks
Don't you know Bizarre don't give a fuck?
Nicole's a whore, I'm glad O.J. murdered the slut
(Uhh)

Responsibility, I'm negligent
Bill Clinton's a fag, should be stabbed
Let Richard Simmons be the President
(Ohh, hey)
Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zarre
While I stick it up yo' ass while you shitting diarrhea

My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons
I never show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons
I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me
My words are like weaponry on a record, yo

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Hit 'Em - Lyrics - Fantastic Voyage: The Greatest Hits - Coolio

Title: Hit 'Em
Album: Fantastic Voyage: The Greatest Hits
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): James Carter, Artis Ivey, M Morales, D Robinson, John Austin, D Wimbley, S Charles, S Williams

Lyric:
It has come to my understanding that
There are those who'd question my skillz and abilities
Since it is thus, I must release it myself
Forth with be thou reprimanded, hit 'em

Hocus, focus on the mighty mic loco
Me and the Forty dump yo ass like a pogo
You better kick it 'cause I been workin' on my mojo
Make your crew disappear like Dorothy and Toto

You're trippin' on me because your girl want my photo
Nigga, you better chill before I send my homie home with your hoe
Fools get careened when they steps into my dojo
It's the ghetto witch doctor sprinklin' herbs on the voco'

I deliver hits like my name was Fuji Moto
Platinum and gold, all the way to Acalpuco
To all rappers international, domestic and local
Step to the fo, get your ass rolled up like a Rollo

Your points need bifocals, you better try to see like Total
My name ain't Ralph Lauren but I'll play your ass like polo
I kick a solo from here to Sojo
You ain't no man eater, nigga, so your hoe style is no go

Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, hit 'em

Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, hit 'em, hit 'em

I'm stickin' niggaz like Mexican's in penitentiaries
The niggaz is flinchin', see everytime the homies mention me
Grew up off Avalon and Century with a hundred ways of illegal entry
Can't injure me, my momma fucked the Unibomber
That's why I'm blowin' shit to smithereens

I'm like the nigga flying guillotine
The illest things I bring that not even DeVante could swing
Before a nigga serve me, his seventy-six is a winter green
Fuck your team, crowbar eatin' niggaz up like Edy, I mean

It's time we started servin' niggaz like they was dope fiends
I smoke all label rosters when I rock like the thing
In the bucket doin' ninety-five like Rodney King

Extreme antimostity, your ultimate adversary
I'm like white blood cells fightin' H.I.V. inside a capillary
I'll beat that ass blindfolded like a pinata, scary
My prom night, I was fuckin' Carrie, had her screamin', "Bloody Mary"

Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, hit 'em

Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, hit 'em, hit 'em

Ay, wait, wait, wait, wait

It ain't ova, I burn like a nova
It's the all see Mona like motherfuckin' Yoda
I rock like baking soda from Compton to Dakota
When I drop I'm gonna crush all these busta's like a boulda

So grab your hoe and see if you can hold her
I put bitches and pets on a fantastic voyage on a ship like Noah
I told ya, I'm a soldier, wake that ass up like Folger's
Give the people what they want a little bit more-a

You don't know the score, what the hell you comin' here for?
Whip that ass like grandpa used to do when he was sore
It's the hardcore, take your whole hood to war
It's time for all the bitch ass niggaz to hit the door

Go home and get your pen and brush upon your metaphors
It's the forty musketeer, cuttin' that ass up with swords
You be the prey, I'll be the predator
Bring the feather to that ass, so niggaz call me Thor

Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, hit 'em

Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, hit 'em, hit 'em

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Virus - Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

Title: Virus
Artist: Del The Funky Homosapien
Composer(s): Daniel Nakamura, Teren Delvon Jones

Lyric:
Global controls will have to be imposed
And a world governing body will be created to enforce them
Crises precipitate change

Secretly plotting your demise

I wanna devise a virus to bring Dire Straits to your environment
Crush your corporations with a mild touch
Trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus

I want to make a super virus
Strong enough to cause blackouts in every single metropolis
'Cuz they don't wanna unify us
So fuck it total anarchy and can't nobody stop us

You see late in the evening
Fucked up on my computer and my mind starts roaming
I create like a heathen
The first cycles of this virus I can send through a modem

Infiltration hits your station
No Microsoft or enhanced DOS will impede
Society thinks their safe when
Bingo, hard drive crashes from the rending

A lot of hackers tried viruses before
Vaporize your text like so much white out
I want it where a file replication is a chore
Lights out, shut down the entire White House

I don't want just a bug that could be corrected
I'm erecting immaculate design
Break the nation down section by section
Even to the greatest minds it's impossible to find

I wanna devise a virus to bring Dire Straits to your environment
Crush your corporations with a mild touch
Trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus

I wanna devise a virus to bring Dire Straits to your environment
Crush your corporations with a mild touch
Trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus

We have already planned
The plan is programmed into every one of my 1000 robots
We will not hesitate, we will destroy the Homosapien
Please stay where you are

Aey, I'm makin' some shit in my basement
'Bout to do it to 'em, don't tell 'em though
Alright I love you, peace

I want to develop a super virus
Better by far than that old Y2K
This is 3030 the time of global unification
Break right through they terminals

Burn 'em all slaves to silicon
Corrupt politicians with leaders and their keywords
F.B.I and spies stealin' bombs
Decapitate their plans in their face and catch the fever

Everybody loot the stores, get your caned goods
Even space stations are having a hard time
Peacekeepers seek to take our manhood
Which results in the form of global apartheid

Ghettos are trash dumps with gas pumps
Exploding and burnt out since before the great union
The last punks walk around like masked monks
Ready to manipulate the data base or break through 'em

Human rights come in a hundredth place
Mass production has always been number one
New Earth has become a repugnant place
So it's time to spread the fear to thunder some

For long have we tried
To extend our glorious empire out to the stars
Only to be driven back

Reach the stars

I wanna devise a virus to bring Dire Straits to your environment
Crush your corporations with a mild touch
Trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus

I wanna devise a virus to bring Dire Straits to your environment
Crush your corporations with a mild touch
Trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus

I wanna devise a virus to bring Dire Straits to your environment
Crush your corporations with a mild touch
Trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus

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Crush On You - Lyrics - Mr. Cheeks

Title: Crush On You
Artist: Mr. Cheeks
Composer(s): Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, Jack Knight, Mario Mendell Winans

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Lyric:
Take it from the top with nothin' but the hot shit
I told 'em we got shit and it smells
Mario, what's the verdict? Hey yo, Mr. Cheeks
I know ya heard it the way we move
Spaz out on who? Boo c'mon, yeah, that's how we do it
This one's for you, c'mon

I did it like the Elements and wrote a song for ya
No kiddin', where my billin's gettin' strong for ya
And if I really had a chance, I'ma pick you
You got plans and finesse, you dress sick too

I'ma holla at you every time ya pass by
And if I don't get you now this ain't the last try
You play hard to get, I like steppin' up ma
Like bend over, yeah we both got enough time

And yousa don, so take this where ya go
Anywhere you at you'll always hear the call
In ya ear, in ya heart, until I gets through
And that's my word, I'm not stoppin' till I get you

I know your pretty ass for years but don't know, ya know ya
We get Manola and I feel like I got some things to show ya
I've done traveled through the world
Balled out at clubs and coughed hurl, got weed, now I need me a girl

I've got a crush on you, my baby
So let's put a rush on us, sweet lady
Maybe we can share our love with things we got related
'Cuz I got a crush on you, my baby

You come back, I'ma keep this Mo' on show for ya
Imagine if you felt the same way I feel for ya
Yeah, you see that would be something
This thing we can have together but you be frontin'

Basics, take your time though
I don't really mind anytime I'ma make your pretty ass mine
So keep doin' what you doin' till you ready for a
Big nigga like me 'cuz I'm ready for ya

Yeah, holla back shorty I'm waitin'
Ready and willing, anticipatin'
Whenever you call I'll be there in a double
If you need me for love or you in some trouble

It don't matter what it is, I'm there
Baby girl, open up, listen I'm here
Tell me if there's anything I could bring for ya
Chicken wing, though a nigga had a thing for ya

I've got a crush on you, my baby
So let's put a rush on us, sweet lady
Maybe we can share our love with things we got related
'Cuz I got a crush on you, my baby

Listen, last but not least, before I go
There's something else that you should know
I'm your number one man when I add you to my plans
I mean when your brain lands

Delicate like a flower, I'ma love you with all my power
Think about you every minute of the hour
All I need is your number and a chance
Save me the last dance

I've got a crush on you, my baby
So let's put a rush on us, sweet lady
Maybe we can share our love with things we got related
'Cuz I got a crush on you, my baby

Ohh, ohh
I got a crush on you, oh yes I do
Ohh, ohh
I got a crush on you, my baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

I've got a crush on you, my baby
So let's put a rush on us, sweet lady
Maybe we can share our love with things we got related
'Cuz I got a crush on you, my baby

Baby, we can hang out
Later on I can sing this song

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Scandalous Scholastics - Lyrics - Gym Class Heroes

Title: Scandalous Scholastics
Artist: Gym Class Heroes
Composer(s): Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo, Sam Hollander, Travis Mccoy, Matthew Mcginley, Dave Katz

Lyric:
And I can hear ?em talking in the hallways
(Let ?em keep talking)
I?m always late for lunch
Learning dirty little lessons from you
(So sexy)

Now my name is on the lips of
Every cheerleader in my school
Now I?m a legend in the locker room
(Legendary, baby)

I was just a snotty nosed degenerate
With hit pass perfection, dodgin? teachers down
To give my late ass detention

Hardly a heartthrob but I made due
Using those same circle 'Yes or No'
Notes I used in grade school

Folded love letters with a tab that read 'Pull here'
Writin? back and forth in notebooks for a full year
I used to daydream about Ms. Magnus
And the type of fantasies you kind of feel guilty for having

But who hasn?t? The only difference
Beside the age was the fact I acted on it
And who wouldn?t?

A schoolboy crush, met mature woman lust
And they hit it off so well
And I could tell the day she asked me

To stay after class that it was all bad
But I just bit my lip and acted all mad
The bell rang, class dismissed
The door shut and her skirt went up that?s a fact

And I can hear ?em talking in the hallways
(Let ?em keep talking)
I?m always late for lunch
Learning dirty little lessons from you
(So sexy)

Now my name is on the lips of
Every cheerleader in my school
Now I?m a legend in the locker room
(Legendary, baby)

We gave a brand new meaning
To after-school special
The second that our lips touched
She kissed my ribs
And counted each one out loud

I tried my hardest not to giggle
But I couldn?t 'cuz it tickled so much
She pulled my pants to half-mast
I said, ?Hurry Miss Sin
You gonna make me late for math class?

The way she praised my balls was vicious
Now that?s what I love to call sacrilegious
One time became twenty times, before we knew it
We stopped caring about where we would do it

From the classroom to the bathroom
And when all the students was gone
We?d even do it in the staff room
From F?s to A?s in less than 3 days

Now the underachiever?s the one with the best grades
Made the third floor shake without breakin? a sweat
Goddamn, it felt good to be the teacher?s pet

And I can hear ?em talking in the hallways
(Let ?em keep talking)
I?m always late for lunch
Learning dirty little lessons from you
(So sexy)

Now my name is on the lips of
Every cheerleader in my school
Now I?m a legend in the locker room
(Legendary, baby)

Ah, goodness, gracious, accusations
Started flyin' through the building
Cruel as school children
This isn?t how it was supposed to be
Reminiscing don?t stand so close to me

And if it?s mostly my fault
For letting this shit happen
But I couldn?t resist
A little adolescent bragging

I mean, after all I was only 15
And she was showing me things
My virgin eyes had never seen, now

Never forget the little meeting she called
But when she saw my reaction
It made her appalled

So basically what you?re sayin' is
If I don?t keep tappin? that ass
Then you ain?t gonna let me pass?

Some punishment lady
And as I turned towards the door
I looked back she had her clothes on the floor

Needless to say
I passed with flying colors
But my teacher was my best friends mother, damn

And I can hear ?em talking in the hallways
(Let ?em keep talking)
I?m always late for lunch
Learning dirty little lessons from you
(So sexy)

Now my name is on the lips of
Every cheerleader in my school
Now I?m a legend in the locker room
(Legendary, baby)

And I can hear ?em talking in the hallways
(Let ?em keep talking)
I?m always late for lunch
Learning dirty little lessons from you
(So sexy)

Now my name is on the lips of
Every cheerleader in my school
Now I?m a legend in the locker room
(Legendary, baby)

And I can hear ?em talking in the hallways
(Let ?em keep talking)
I?m always late for lunch
Learning dirty little lessons from you
(So sexy)

Now my name is on the lips of
Every cheerleader in my school
Now I?m a legend in the locker room
(Legendary, baby)

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Make U Mine - Lyrics - More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape - Fabolous

Title: Make U Mine
Album: More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Winsome Singh, Adeka Stupart, Ken Ifill, Jovann Alexander, Chad Elliot, Kelly Rowland, Joe Budden, E Shaw, John Jackson, M Shorey, M Knowles

Lyric:
Yeah, uhh

I know I make you wanna leave the one you with
But I ain't Usher Raymond
I'm the kid that they rush to blamin', for the crush they claimin'
Who can make em' blush the same when I ask
"What's my name" and they yell F A B ooh
You shouldn't have even brought her my direction
Unless she was handcuffed with an order of protection, yeah
I'm talkin' wreckless now
'Cause I'm the reason that your girlfriends are your ex's now

I'm the fella that keep 'em yellin', and it's nuttin' to get 'em
I don't sweat em', its what I tell em' and they quickly forget em'
And I bet em' I get them to forget the day that they met em'
And I let em', 'cause I can bend em' and it's more then the denim
But I've been on the move, while you dudes be sleeping
The coupe on 22's keep the shorty sneaking
And she won't tell the truth, she too used to creepin'
When Mike is in the booth, it's the truth I'm speaking

Any girl I gave it to can't even go love another man
I give it to 'em like no other brother can
She say, "My man can barely move me"
But boy you made me scream, like a scary movie
On top of that I'm smoother then the rest of the gangstas
And I knew that dude you met, was a wanksta
Oh, damn homie, your girl is with the Street Fam Homie
And she ain't fuckin' with you

It's a shame, you lames can't even maintain your dames
And it's insane the way, that she gave me brain
My pimp game the same, don't forget the name
And when chicks peep the chain, they just can't restrain
Shorty don't try to fake it, just up and face it
Your time is being wasted, your mans a basic
See it all in his face, that he's cheap and tasteless
But life is what you make it, just watch the bracelet

I bet your man can't do it like me
His veins don't pump pimp fluid like me
He's nowhere near or like me
And he probably think keeping you in check
Is buying you a pair of Nike's
Why wouldn't I get dome from her
When the digits on my checks, look like phone numbers
Fuck it, you might as well tell that buster skid addle
Not even cockrin can help him win this custody battle

Catch me in the club, with a case of bub
And a thick chick to rub, niggas hate because
When they sit in the truck, they be quick to fuck
When I'm getting a nut, they just lick it up
I'm their favorite, plus the flow is dangerous
I don't aim to get shortys out of relationships
But they crave the chips, how many the range can fit
She just changed a bit, since I got the hang of it

That's right we got the hang of it
Mike shorey
Fabolous
Street family
Desert storm
I know you his but I wanna make you mine
You know, ha ha, yeah

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Fight Music - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Fight Music
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Von Carlisle, Ondre Moore, Rufus Johnson, Marshall Mathers, Deshaun Holton, Denaun Porter, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young

Lyric:
This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit

The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people actin' stupid

I come to every club with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm and smellin' like Boone's Farm
Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms

Connivin' Kon, Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screamin', "Let's get it on"
A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin' a tank
Rollin' over a bank, cops see me and faint

It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slittin' your throat
Push your baby carriage into the street 'til it's mince meat
Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street
This is fight music

You know why my hands are so numb? No
'Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come, oh
Smacked this whore for talkin' crap, bitch
So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap

I fuckin' hate you, I'll take your drawers down and rape you
While Dr. Dre videotapes you, hell yeah
Satan done got me on this song
Eatin' a hot dog readin' the Holy Quran while I'm on the John

Tired of wearin' this yellow thong
Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs, thong, thong, thong
Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms, fuck your love songs

This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit

The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people actin' stupid

Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
I'm King Kong, guns blow you to kingdom come
Show you machine gun funk
Sixteen m-16's and one pump, click-clack

The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
Have you runnin' out this fuckin' club in your drawers
We lovin' the broads, there's nothin' to applaud
But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source, it's fight music

I'm a nigga that loves scuffles
And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles
I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps
Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin', "You hear that?"

I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak
If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink
I suffocated my shrink just for talkin', came back and fucked up
His pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin, it's fight music

These beads I'm swingin' is stingin' 'em
See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin' 'em
If any nigga lookin' too hard, we Rodney King 'n 'em
Malice green to them and gasolinin' 'em with premium

Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him
Blast while you right hookin', right when your wife's lookin'
Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin' your life music

If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it
Then spit it back in the faces of you racists
And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit

You Liberace's, Versace's and you Nazis
Watch me 'cause you thinkin' you got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers wanna judge me 'cause you're not me
You'll never stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me

I came to save these new generations of babies
From parents who failed to raise 'em 'cause they're lazy
To grow to praise me, I'm makin' 'em go crazy
That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me

And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
A sick song to retaliate to and it's called

This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit

The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people actin' stupid, it's fight music

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Purple Stuff - Lyrics - Big Moe

Title: Purple Stuff
Artist: Big Moe
Composer(s): Darrell Wayne Monroe, Jr., Alex Joseph Johnson, Salih Williams, Derrick Haynes

Lyric:
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side

Everybody clap yo' hands, and sing along wit me
It's Big Moe, da barre baby, representin these Southside streets
Now if you ain't heard of me then you don't know was sup
You can find me on them Screw CD's talkin about 'Purple Stuff'

Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll)

Now see it started back in seventy-fo', Teri gave life to Moe
See momma was a hustler, daddy was a buster, y'all know how that go
I was raised Screwed Up Texas, didn't know my direction
Now I'm a state representative, been chose by election
Some said I wouldn't make it, but I'm still in the game
Things done changed, diamond rangs
Man it's funny how things done changed
I hooked up with that DJ Screw
He slowed it down, chop-chopped it too
Got blades on the bus, candy paint on the truck
If you wanna know what's in my cup

Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff

Now now now
That 'Purple Stuff', that Houston soda in my cup
Now I'm behind the wheel, catch the wood, I'm done
Under the influence of bar
Drank stains on my FUBU and I still feel like a star
Now I'm a go up behind the wheel cause I done woke up
Wrapped around a pole and took a sip from my cup
Now I can't slip up, clipper
Catch a playa leanin impa-uh, one up in the trunk
Now now hut, two, three to da fo'
I done slammed up the fo' wit a Crush Pineapple
Gotti gon' last long but I ain't sippin wit dat bowl
Drinkin at the bar baby I be way too throwed
And I guess a playa had about enough

Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll)

Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side

I love that Purple Stuff, yeah

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Purple Stuff [Remix] - Lyrics - Big Moe

Title: Purple Stuff [Remix]
Artist: Big Moe
Composer(s): Darrell Wayne Monroe, Jr., Alex Joseph Johnson, Salih Williams, Derrick Haynes

Lyric:
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side

Everybody clap yo' hands, and sing along wit me
It's Big Moe, da barre baby, representin these Southside streets
Now if you ain't heard of me then you don't know was sup
You can find me on them Screw CD's talkin about 'Purple Stuff'

Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll)

Now see it started back in seventy-fo', Teri gave life to Moe
See momma was a hustler, daddy was a buster, y'all know how that go
I was raised Screwed Up Texas, didn't know my direction
Now I'm a state representative, been chose by election
Some said I wouldn't make it, but I'm still in the game
Things done changed, diamond rangs
Man it's funny how things done changed
I hooked up with that DJ Screw
He slowed it down, chop-chopped it too
Got blades on the bus, candy paint on the truck
If you wanna know what's in my cup

Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff

Now now now
That 'Purple Stuff', that Houston soda in my cup
Now I'm behind the wheel, catch the wood, I'm done
Under the influence of bar
Drank stains on my FUBU and I still feel like a star
Now I'm a go up behind the wheel cause I done woke up
Wrapped around a pole and took a sip from my cup
Now I can't slip up, clipper
Catch a playa leanin impa-uh, one up in the trunk
Now now hut, two, three to da fo'
I done slammed up the fo' wit a Crush Pineapple
Gotti gon' last long but I ain't sippin wit dat bowl
Drinkin at the bar baby I be way too throwed
And I guess a playa had about enough

Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll)

Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side

I love that Purple Stuff, yeah

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Get In 2 It - Lyrics - Fiend

Title: Get In 2 It
Artist: Fiend
Composer(s): Craig Bazile, Richard Anthony Jr Jones, M Young

Lyric:
Boy, you done fucked up now
Boy

All I know you better duck when I blast, run when I pass
(And get somewhere)
Come up with my cash, I'ma up and get mask
(And get somewhere)

Take what I'm owed, I'ma have to unload
(The [unverified])
Re-stock the rifles [unverified]
('Cause I'm street with it)

Never be punked keep one in the trunk
(My deadly assassin)
Get to jumping the skunk Mr Whomp
(And I'm acting bad)

Loaded and full don't try none of that bull
(2 steps to the head)
Go on and pull [unverified]
(They'll find you dead)

Down in the south claiming the heat
(Let 'em bleed)
Going to get bucked and not give a fuck
(Where it's ass bleed)

This ain't just words
And I damn sure can't fake it
What I'm trying to say is you a coward
And you might not make it

So what we got to do to get in 2 it
What we got to do to get in 2 it
Boy, thinking we can do it

Now we can flip anything that I front ya
You say nigga I ride before you bring mine's
I'ma leave yours outlined in chalk
And if you talk to them F-E-D's like the street code homie then
The catfish are hungry

Too many phony mothafuckas try to step in the circle
Don't you know TRU bitches will hurt you
Break your shirt too Mia X
(Mama Drama)

Coming and swinging at dumb hoe beaters
Right and left will crush you, attitude adjuster
Fuck get ready for war, nigga, send them on in

'Cause I got more guts than nare [unverified]
I fears no man or woman and kin after them
My gat retracts at them, reacts and claps at them
Nigga

So what we got to do to get in 2 it
What we got to do to get in 2 it
Boy, thinking we can do it

So what we got to do to get in 2 it
What we got to do to get in 2 it
Boy, thinking we can do it

So what we got to do to get in 2 it
What we got to do to get in 2 it
Boy, thinking we can do it

So what we got to do to get in 2 it
What we got to do to get in 2 it
Boy, thinking we can do it

Now I done seen your kind before you walked that line before
Plenty niggaz talking they sticking ass out [unverified]
I don't hide from my hoes, bitch, I meet 'em where I tell 'em
And let the results be three days and you'll smell 'em

I can't give a nigga the satisfaction of altercation
Miscommunication got his ass with a bang face
Chasing mothafuckas up the block if I have to
Don't think that I won't smack you or bitch slap you

With something filthy I bought for the dark
6 shot ghetto hot, so I can't be caught
Look I fuck with 'em I let the bulldog talk to 'em
Don't got the pedigree of a G until it bark to 'em

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Crush On You - Lyrics - Hardcore - Lil' Kim

Title: Crush On You
Album: Hardcore
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): James Lloyd, Christopher Wallace, Andreao Shaunee Heard, Jeff Lorber

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Lyric:
Undeas
Lil' Ceasar
The bitch pleaser
Uhh uh, check it

Yo I be buyin' 'em V's, so all my girls be eyein' Cease
Comin' backstage, dyin' to get pleased
You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin' wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist
Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage
While you walk the street until your feet get calloused

Take you on a natural high, like a pilot
It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad
When it's all over put your vote in my ballot
It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice
Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace
It be all good as long as you don't act childish
While you standin' there with the Christ in your cup
If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

While you tryin' to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, 'cause your thighs got me hot
Only one plan, that's to rise to the top
I told you before, when I first pursued
I want a interlude, in the nude

Or we tastin' like food when we get in the mood
Listen girlfriend, we don't mean to be rude
But anything I touch come straight to the rear
I take chicken heads like the Playmate Of The Year
'Cause when I first met her, she had the Lex and the 'tegra
Game real good, sex was even better
I got it for the cheddar once I hit it in the sack
'Cause I'm Cease A.K.A. Long Dick from the back

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

Yo shorty won't you go get a bag of the lethal
I'll be right here just chillin' witcha people
You know Junior M.A.F.I.A. was just a preview
I know I had you open, so why I'ma leave you
Especially when I know yo' man is fee-ble
It's Cease Degenaro, you know how we do
My game is tight, we do the same every night
I'm smooth as the words that come from Frank White

You messin' with city kings with glassy rings
That's gonna show you good time pretty thing
'Cause you was spotted, in the club lookin' exotic
By somebody, short, dark and chocolate
You got it? Any plans to tape yo we stop it
Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah we all about a profit
I'm the right dude to get you in the nice mood
Flossin' rocks the size of ice cubes

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

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Intro (Unrestricted) - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: Intro (Unrestricted)
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Millie Jackson, Shawntae Harris, Carl Mitchell

Lyric:
Buckwild outrageous do what you feel like doin'
'Til a motherfucker know when you don't feel like screwin'
I did it, you do it, break the ties that bound
Keep a motherfucker off you, keep your feet on the ground

Hey, fuck you if you can't go for that
And a double fuck you from Da Brat a tat tat
Let it all hang loose, never feelin' afflicted
Go for what you want and it's called, unrestricted

May the Lord be my witness
From the "Funk" to the "Tantrum" now "Unrestricted"
The K Town bitch too weak
In Chi villain they be killin' every mark in the district

Can y'all skill match it?
Right I kill Patrick from the six oh six fo' fo'
Got hit 'cause ya clip so slow
Motherfuckers can't do shit with "So, so"

Shine like a twenty inch mo, mo
For the Navi' on top of them dub's
Hit me in the mug, and deliver the bud
Now you talkin' 'bout my gul

Terror for the millenium, straight fuckin up anyone
(Hah, anyone, shit)
Steady bust like a semi gun
Murderin' over any drum, comin' out from the dark
Here to let you know here she come

Can't nobody do what I done
Niggaz and bitches think they run
Fin' ta throw another one of my "Tantrums" redrum
And the six oh six fo' fo' is where I'm from

Callin' on my nigga Twista to set this shit off
Two of the best motherfuckers on the West side
If I need to relieve stress I get high
This the introduction, unrestricted is how I bust in

Like a blow to the dome and a severe concussion, shock a hoe
And niggaz can talk about me, all they want
'Cause I'ma bad bitch
And I'ma continue to be that, 'til I'm gone

Shit, baby girl you ain't even gotta hurt 'em like that
Commit a murder like that
Let off like a ass kick and serve a hype track
Hit the world like volcano's

Earthquakes, bombs, thunder and lightnin'
No wonder it's frightening
Hoe's might as well not come out of hiding
Could you really be about to crush em'

Dustin 'em off like Hoffman and hush em'
Feel the repercussions of a girl
From a place where that gangsterin' and hustlin'
Ballin' and bustin' so lie low

Dodge low from my Chi flow
We smokin' up five oh
And work thirty calories off like Tae Bo
In the middle of the function flossin'

With a grip no script but "Legit Ballin"
Better go on with the shit talkin'
I create corpses for caskets and coffins
Niggaz don't want Twista to spit
I kick that Mobtastic shit
Introduction for a raw and sometimes psychotic bitch

Oh, I'm the befo', but Da Brat is the after
We pimpslap lame bitches just for the laughter
All or nothin', never a fraction
Yeah, you got it motherfuckin' Millie Jackson
You bitches, you bitches

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Step Into The Sideshow - Lyrics - Side Show Freaks - 40 Below Summer

Title: Step Into The Sideshow
Album: Side Show Freaks
Artist: 40 Below Summer
Composer(s): Carlos Aguilar, Hector Grazani, Max Illidge, Joseph D'Amico, Jordan Plingos

Lyric:
Come step up to the plate
And please allow me to demonstrate
As you step into the rear of the sideshow bus
Strap it on 'cause it's time to get a head rush

Twist the cap and tap the bottle
That's my motto, here it comes full throttle
Straight up at ya from 40 below
Freezing, you're bleeding as you feel the winds blow

Cannot stop this
You can not break this
You can not crush this
Get your ass out the way

Cannot stop this
You can not break this
You can not crush this
Get your ass out the way

Cannot stop this
You can not break this
You can not crush this
Get your ass out the way

I see you shakin' 'cause your time's up
Wreck that ass with my starting line-up
Bolos and body blows, hooks and haymakers
Re-animate, suffocate your breath taker

Kick down your doors, excuse the intrusion
Swift and clean over the execution
Quick get shot, you're rocked, it'll bend you over
This is the sideshow, bitch, I thought I told ya

Cannot stop this
You can not break this
You can not crush this
Get your ass out the way

Cannot stop this
You can not break this
You can not crush this
Get your ass out the way

Cannot stop this
You can not break this
You can not crush this
Get your ass out the way

You can't escape the disease of the freeze
Of the sideshow release, come and bring you to your knees
This is the last straw, I can't control, I explode
Now I got you in a choke hold

You can't try to get off, you'll get lost, you'll get tossed
When I'm up in your face full force
You can't try to get passed, you won't last
It's your ass, when I rip you in half

I know I ignite like a pyro, burn inside so
Step into the sideshow
I know, gonna go psycho, might go
Step into the sideshow

I know I ignite like a pyro, make 'em burn when they
Step into the sideshow
Gonna cut 'em in half really tight, so kickin' your ass when ya
Step into the sideshow

Don't get me hot, you'll catch a right cold, check the eyes, bro
Step into the sideshow
Punk sucker, gonna front on the ride, motherfucker
Step into the sideshow

I'm bringin' all the pain straight out
I'm bringin' all the pain straight out
I'm bringin' all the pain straight out

Step into the sideshow
Step into the sideshow
Step into the sideshow
Step into the sideshow
Step into the sideshow

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