Danger At My Door - Lyrics - Mark Chesnutt

Title: Danger At My Door
Artist: Mark Chesnutt
Composer(s): Mark Wright

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Lyric:
There's danger at my door
And I don't need no more
Of her danger at my door

All I've been livin' for was for her to love me more
Than she ever loved anybody before
But she broke my heart, oh, so many times
And I'm trying to fight my will and send her home tonight

There's danger at my door
And I don't need no more
Of her danger at my door

Too many times I've chased a false alarm
Too many lonely nights let down my guard
Too many memories make this moment extra special hard
'Cause all that I can remember is laying there in her arms

There's danger at my door
And I don't need no more
Of her danger at my door

I finally fall asleep alone again
But I know my day has not come to an end
'Cause somewhere in the night she'll try to find her way back in
And all that I can hope for is for strength to be my friend

There's danger at my door
And I don't need no more
Of her danger at my door

All I've been livin' for was to be loved just a little bit more
Than she ever loved anybody before
But she broke my heart, oh, so many times
And I'm trying to fight my will, send her home tonight

There's danger at my door
And I don't need no more
Of her danger at my door

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Darkside - Lyrics - The Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Darkside
Album: The Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Brooks Binzer, Bret Hadley Mazur

Lyric:
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures at their best

Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures at their best

Punk rock, shell toes horns and halos
Wicked white wings and pointed tails
Devil's eyes and nine inch nails
Nocturnal renegades the enternal drug raid

I go by the name of Mr. Shifty Switchblade
Getting paid in the shade as lyrics ricochet
Of the walls from the celling to the floor
Off the door and down the hall

I'm evil like knievel, kicking white trash
Psycho cerebral, palsy ballsy bad ass
Dress in black from the wrong side of the tracks
Crazy Town yo, we strike like deep impact

Why can't you see?
I cannot feel till you bring me down
Why can't you see?
I cannot feel till you bring me down
Till you bring me down

Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures at their best

My subconscience launches me into evil territory
I'm surrounded by voyeures and crack smoking lawyers
No shame, burnt lips, tripping on acid rain
Legally insane, deranged, some people, never change

Why can't you see?
I cannot feel till you bring me down
Why can't you see?
I cannot feel till you bring me down
Till you bring me down

Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures at their best

Nasty na na, ha, ha darkside marijuana
Fueled of the drama drifting on the darkside
I'm the black eye bomber
Do what I do on a darkside rendezvous

Raising hell, out the shell of fantasies I never tell
Dispersin' untamed perversion
My bad brain's working circle jerking, rocking riddles
Sex pistol, sexperts acting uncivil

Why can't you see?
I cannot feel till you bring me down
Till you bring me down

Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures at their best

Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures at their best

Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures at their best

Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures at their best

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Shelter - Lyrics - Jaci Velasquez

Title: Shelter
Artist: Jaci Velasquez
Composer(s): Dann Huff, Wayne Kirkpatrick, Mark James Heimermann

Lyric:
How the mind can wander
How the heart can stray
Suddenly You're on the edge of darkness
How it makes me ponder
How I'm led away
Down a path that leaves me worn and tarnished

Battling with the will within
I have known all along that I should lean on You
'Cause I'm never strong enough
To fight it on my own

Shelter me, the ways of the world are at my feet
Shelter me from the desires that deceive
You are the fortress I need
Shelter me

Well, how the mind can alter
How the heart can change
When You set Your sights on holiness
And though at times You falter
It's the only way
You can find a place of peace to rest

Safe from danger surrounding me
Safe from looming defeat
When temptation is at my door
Lord, I need a harbor be my soul's retreat

Shelter me, the ways of the world are at my feet
Shelter me from the desires that deceive
You are the fortress I need
Shelter me, yeah

You will never leave me stranded, fending for myself
When the enemy advances, You are there to help
Standing in the gap for me, whenever I grow weak
You are my deliverer, the refuge that I seek

I should lean on You
'Cause I'm never strong enough to fight it on my own

Shelter me, the ways of the world are at my feet
Shelter me from the desires that deceive
You are the fortress I need
Shelter me
Shelter me
Shelter me
Shelter

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You'Re Everything - Lyrics - The Real Thing - Bo Bice

Title: You'Re Everything
Album: The Real Thing
Artist: Bo Bice
Composer(s): Chad Kroeger

Lyric:
As long as you're who I'm with, praise you with my dying breath
Pull my heart out of my chest, God, I'd do anything
I'll open every car door, I won't go out any more
I'll even eat off the floor, God, I'd do anything at all

I'll be there to catch you right when you fall
I'll be there as long as you tell me when
I'll be there until eternity ends
You know why 'cause you're worth everything

And side by side forever we'll be together
It keeps getting better through the test of time
We'll laugh in the face of danger, I'll be your lone ranger
And you be my angel, as we wave goodbye

And ride into the sunset, some things we ain't done yet
And prove to the world our love will never die at all

I'd stick my hand in the flames, subject myself to the pain
I'd even sleep in the rain, God, I'd do anything
I'd cross the desert for you, let you beat me black and blue
Spray paint your name on the moon, God, I'd do anything at all

I'll be there to catch you right when you fall
I'll be there as long as you tell me when
I'll be there until eternity ends
You know why, 'cause you're worth everything

And side by side forever, we'll be together
It keeps getting better, through the test of time
We'll laugh in the face of danger, I'll be your lone ranger
And you be my angel, as we wave goodbye

And ride into the sunset, some things we ain't done yet
And prove to the world our love will never die at all
I'd do anything at all
You know why, 'cause you're worth everything

I'd do things you won't believe, get you a ring if you need
Get down right here on one knee, God, I'd do anything
You know why, you know why 'cause you're worth everything

And side by side forever, we'll be together
It keeps getting better, through the test of time
We'll laugh in the face of danger, I'll be your lone ranger
And you'll be my angel, as we wave goodbye

And ride into the sunset, some things we ain't done yet
And prove to the world our love won't ever die at all
(I'll be your lone ranger)
I hope you never die at all
(And you'll be my angel)

'Cause I'll do anything at all, I'll do anything at all
You know why, 'cause you're worth everything

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At The Bar - Lyrics - T.I.

Title: At The Bar
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): Clifford Joseph Harris, Brian Bk Kidd

Lyric:
Bartender, I really did it this time
Broke my parole to have a good time
When I got home it was 6 a.m.
The door was locked so I kicked it in

She was tripping on the bills
I think she was high on some pills
She threw my shit out into the yard
Then she called me a punk
And slapped me real hard

And in my drunken stupor I did
What I should have never done
Now I am sitting here talking to you
Drunk and on the run

I was sitting at the bar on the inside
Waiting on my ride on the outside
She broke my heart at the trailer park
So I jacked her keys to her fucking car
And crashed that piece of shit and stepped away

You know Moe, I'll probably get ten years
So just give me beers until they get here
Yeah, I know the sun is coming up
And y'all are probably getting ready for closing up

But I'm trying to drown my soul
I am tired of this life on a dirt road
And everything that I love is gone
And I'm tired of hanging on
She got me sittin' at the bar

Guess it was meant to be romance
Is misery so much for memories
And now I am heading to the penitentiary
See me on TV, the next cop series

I am a danger I guess
I should have did something about my anger
But I never learn, real things I don't concern
I pour kerosene on everything I love and watch it burn

I know it's my fault but I wasn't happy it was over
She threw a fit so I crashed that piece of shit
And now I am going back again
Back to the pen to see my friends

When we all pile up on that county van
They'll ask me where I've been
I've been at a bar on the inside

I was sitting at the bar on the inside
Waiting on my ride on the outside
She broke my heart at the trailer park
So I jacked her keys to her fucking car
And crashed that piece of shit and stepped away

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

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Destiny - Lyrics - John Berry

Title: Destiny
Artist: John Berry
Composer(s): Kye Fleming, Chuck Jones, Mary Ann Kennedy

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Lyric:
Up any mountain, 'cross any river
Through any danger, your love will deliver me
Everybody needs a reason for living
That's what you've given me

It's a solemn oath I take
Nothin' will stand in my way

You are the one I've waited for
The love I need so desperately
I'm standin' here at heaven's door
You are my destiny

For every question there is an answer
A destination only your heart can see
I just kept praying for love everlasting
That's when you came to me

It's bigger then the two of us
I'll never give you up

You are the one I've waited for
The love I need so desperately
I'm standin' here at heaven's door
You are my destiny, you are my destiny

It's a solemn oath I take
Nothin' will stand in my way

You are the one I've waited for
The love I need so desperately
I'm standin' here at heaven's door
You are my destiny

You are the one I've waited for
The love I need so desperately
I'm standin' here at heaven's door
You are my destiny, you are my destiny

Up any mountain, 'cross any river
Through any danger, your love will deliver me, oh

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Bnk - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Bnk
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Stanley Howse, J Moore, Anthony Henderson, L T Hutton, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa

Black nigga killa, hate brought death around the block
As a hollow point bust through the punk's back
Raisin' Cain, feel no pain as I penetrate
Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace

I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind
So my soul is a threat to all mankind
Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature
'Cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers

A 3006 with the scope I make a skinhead brain bust
All across the West Coast
Muthafuckas catchin' heat as I bring anger
And release more danger from my chamber

The evil in my blood is possessed
So I creep low from the back slow and push lead through that nigga's flesh
Ain't no hope when every nigga wants to be the nine-milla
On the trigger, the black nigga killa

We be the mighty warrior, black nigga killa, what's up?
You ready to die? You think you can fuck with them thug niggas?
Come on, tell me the truth, nigga, look in my eyes, bitch, we get live
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, nigga, Cleveland's thuggish ruggish

Niggas still down with the thug shit
Buck, buck, bust, let 'em know we still run this bitch
Just like an assassin say, nigga, we nice but can get nasty
Get into war, what else can it be?

Nigga, you know what we came here for
You know, when we shot through the door
My niggas was serious, playin' no jokes
Just 'cause I'm a rapper, you thought it's for show?

Okay nigga let's see if this a real fo'-fo'
You thought we was studio, saw us on video
Seen us in person so here we go
What is your problem?

Here come the bullets, better dodge 'em
I sneaks up behind, so I'm fuckin' with killas
Nigga, don't make me kill ya
Got a body bag for any you bitches thinkin' you realer

Since, we some killers for sure
Hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, if you ready to roll
Niggas out tryin' to fuck with us
But I'm givin' you one warnin' that's a no-no

'Cause I got what you need if you are ready
To die, to die, to die, nigga, bye bye
Shots might be fired, yep everybody gon' run?
Naw, shootin' at me? Better hit me or one day
Fire! Here I come, come
And you don't wanna see, we like that
'Cause everybody pack guns, but Bone go pap pap

Really just out for the money, y'all
Really won't hurt none of y'all
But playas went too far so I say
"Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, y'all, y'all haters
All, y'all, y'all, y'all haters"

Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa

I'm servin' these bitches daily
I'm a black nigga killa, that's what you can label me
Unfadable, see? You don't really wanna fuck with us
You can't touch us, you ain't able

Rest in peace flesh creep
And sneak with a street sweeper
Niggas don't ever know what hit 'em, I split 'em
And snatch they soul like the Reaper

Have you ever seen a killer
Dressed in a trench coat sold over a hundred pounds?
Rollin', downin' a fifth of Rose when I stroll
And who wanna fuck with me now?

Lay 'em all down when I creep
Through your town and clown
I bet you feela this nigga behind the trigger, clack back
Stack, that black nigga killa

Nigga, you know what Bone be sayin'
Rollin' with big guns, ain't no playin'
Stayin' down for the murda mo', slayin'
Aw, shit, just to let you know, man, that 187 for realer
We black nigga killas and down to ride for E
He'd a ride for me, and that's the way it's gon' be
N.W.A, nigga B-O-N-E

All around the world most dangerous groups marchin' like troops
Lace your boots, be ready to shoot
'Cause if you ain't then a bullet might hit you
Picture yourself in a coffin so stiff and cold full of formaldehyde
Better scatter, dodge 'fore this bullet lodged in your ass, simply for the cash

Been around the world, seen so many faces and so many places
Aced this game, while they try to erase this daily basis
Gimme my space, shit, show me some love, though
Just pump your fist in the air and holler, "Mo!" Could you do me that?

And I'll hit you back little nigga
Just wanna know where my thugs at
Some at the track on the back, oh, yes
Some niggas on corner 'round sellin' that crack

Some of my thugs grave long gone
Lot of my niggas' at home playin' Bone Could they rest in peace?
My niggas sleep Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E T-Rock got shot
Lord bless his city that's why shoot, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up always nigga, always that's why I shoot 'em up

Black nigga, killa, killa, killa, killa
Black nigga, killa, killa, killa, killa
Black nigga, killa, killa, killa, killa
...

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Compton - Lyrics - Doctor's Advocate - Game

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Liar'S Nightmare - Lyrics - Graham Nash

Title: Liar'S Nightmare
Artist: Graham Nash
Composer(s): Jean Ritchie, Graham Nash

Lyric:
I have always been here
And I'll always be there
I can honestly tell you
That I really don't care
If all the babies are broken
And the old folks are blind
There's a hole in my heart
But I know you don't mind
If I laugh at the cripples
And I cry for the clowns
And I welcome the madness
That I see coming down
And I have no opinions
So I feel no remorse
I can see the Black Knight
Riding up on his horse
And there's fire in his nostrils
And blood in his eyes
And he's looking at you, kid
As he races on by
So watch out for his hooves
They're going to kill you for sure
He's got some kind of sickness
That no man can cure
And his breath it will burn you
And put out your eyes
He'll tear out your tongues
So you can't even cry
That your body is broken
And your spirit is dead
And you hope against hope
That it's a bad dream you had
About a meeting with Elvis
At the back of the store
You're both shoveling plastic ware
Right out of the door
And the men who control you
Keep yelling for more, more, more, more
You pay all your taxes
But you don't know what for
'Cos nothing seems to get better
Things seem to get worse
We're all living in danger
From a politician's curse
All promises have been broken
All lips have been read
Well the mouth has spoken
But nothing's been said
The dream has been shattered
The flags have been burned
You better make up your minds
From whatever you've learned
About your family values
And the way they've been scorned
Some babies have been battered
Way before they've been born
Some call me a liar
Some call me a thief
But the way that I look at things
I can't get no relief
So I went to a meeting
Spoke out of fear
They said Thank you for sharing
Now why are you here?
I said everything's shaking
Including myself
I keep all my feelings
High up on a shelf
And I can't seem to reach them
But I know they were there
I'm trapped in this vacuum
And I'm gasping for air
Some people get better
Some people just fall
Some people rise above it
Or so I've been told
So I started to leave
I was searching for more
They caught a hold of my sleeve
But I slipped through the door
I ran back to the office
With my back to the wall
When I came to my senses
I had no one to call
So I called up the doctor
He told me to lie
He said Get out of this nightmare
Or you surely will die
So I forced myself to wake up
And opened my eyes
But the man in the mirror
Was there in disguise
He was playing his part
Living in a trance
Sentenced to be a witness
'Cos he had no defense
The anesthetic is wearing thin
And you're starting to sweat
And you finally realize
That it aint over yet
'Cos the way you've been feeling
They must have hit a nerve
I know it's not what you want
But it's what you deserve
The operation is over
Listen to me please
I'm begging forgiveness
Down on my knees
Coming back to consciousness
I was out of my head
And the dream is over
I'm back in my bed
I have always been here
And I'll always be there
I can honestly tell you
That I really do care
I gotta tell you the truth
About the sadness I find
I have opened my heart to you
And I hope you don't mind

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To The Right - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: To The Right
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): Maxwell Dixon, Derek Murphy, Lorenzo Dechalus

Lyric:
Yeah we're gonna swing this one to the right
Wanna give a shout to my man Pos K
My man Big Daddy, he's cool
Now Rule Mob, check it out

Well honey here's a Hickie, Puba's not a quickie
When it comes to skins, goddamn I'm picky
Who will be the princess to occupy the prince?
And if she's less than dope I hope the Limo's got tints

Now honey, you see this may sound profound
But let me love you down and if I'm uptown I'm back downtown
All the skins I've been in I gets no frowns
You see doo-doo M C's, really think they can outlast, I smell gas

As a yung'un I was thefty, born as a lefty
The rhymes I drop, somethin' more than hefty
Roll like a Ranger, Puba's no stranger
For those who try to diss me, uh-oh, danger

Used to drink the Olde E, coolers, just be Goldie
When I played soccer with the dreads that play goalie
Here steps the one that's capable, of slaughterin'
For those who wanna bite get the catalogue, start orderin'
'Cause Puba's shit is on stock Ock

I shape the wig like a woodblock
I like to dip dip dive, a Benz I'm soon to drive
I guess you can call this my nine to five
I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster
Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia

But hang on for a sec
You don't have to worry about the Puba gettin' wreck
'Cause to me see it's more than likely
And if I flow too fast, let me, slow down slightly
Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip
Don't flake or flam, 'cause Puba's not havin' it

Derek X to the right
C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation
C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu
C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation
C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu

You see me rock a video and slam shit up on feels so good
There was no doubt about it, 'cause I knew that I would
Before I kick these lyrics that I rip and I rule with
This girl done tried to cram 'cause she was down with the old school

She smacked me, attacked me, harassed me till I swung
But I made her see stars 'cause her bell rung
See an uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl
No I'm not a wife beater, no I'm not a girl cheater
I nipped this problem in the bud with my force from the Rule
And my man Ron Stud, word to life

So give a shout if you know what I'm talkin' about
And if you don't then brother you're lost
I had a boss, traded it in for a horse
It died, I made glue, it's no loss

I'm the boss at my job 'cause I hire all workers
Tired of the sob story tear jerkers
Compassion, for fashion never seen in our slums
Never sold work, never handled no gems

So 'Que Sera Sera' as the fat lady sings
But when the bell toll is the song I sing
Taken up the flights, whether uptown or crown heights
I pound a bunch of you after lunch 'cause I do right

Appear from the rear with my Clan and I'm the Cave Bear
Rip up the street on my worldwide tear
So loudly my troops and let's form three groups
Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops

Allah Jamar to the right
(Yo knowledge the God)
Peace God
(Yo knowledge the God)
Peace God!

You're captivated by the science 'cause the lesson's mathematical
Jamar rockin' the jam, is an emphatical
Y, equal, knowledge born I go on, although clothes get torn
By weaker Cypher men 'cause what came from my pen
Made 'em lust, now I must

Rush out the back door, in-to the alley
Girls in pursuit, enough to form a rally
I didn't wanna scuff up my brand new Bally's
So I made a quick dip, like I was goin' back to Cali

Took the Lear Jet, don't fear yet, comin' on your ear set
So as I hit program, you know I'm gonna slam
Cause even in my name there's a funky live "Jam"
Don't eat Spam or no types of ham
Polite to all women so I say, "Yes Ma'am!"

Sniffin' a gram ain't flam, it's kinda weak
Jamar I keep you open through the rhymes I speak
Not down with a frat, no I ain't no Greek
A message from a Blackman, is what you seek

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Run For Cover - Lyrics - Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: Run For Cover
Album: Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, W Griffin

Lyric:
Run for cover

Here I go again, ready to flow again
Better HOPE my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical, can't keep calm
Jet for the exit, why hang around?
Words that I found make the mic melt down
If you stay, better cooperate, cuz I amputate
And whoever don't break, I'm a suffocate
Leave 'em with asthma, you better pass the
Mic to the massacre master who has the
Power to build and destoy at the same time
So track the wack at the right, and exact could
Shine
Meant to beat overheat, but I won't stop
So evacuate the spot when the mic's hot
Switch it from one hand to another
And that's a hint, my brother, run for cover
Cuz I'm armed, my brain contains a bomb
As if I escaped from Vietnam
Some people label me lethal, lyrics I made then put
Beats to
Format, collapse your lungs twist your tongues
You can't bump your gums off of none of the drums
Words that I made'll create an iller scene
Eric B. is the fly human being on the guillotine
Hook 'em up to a respirator, cuz it's the Mista
Suffocator
What I write is like shovin' a mic down your
Windpipe
Don't let him bite rhymes Rakim write
No mic to mouth resuscitation is neccessary
No obituary, and NOTHING LEFT TO BURY
As it strikes on the same mic twice and then
Cut it on, and I'm a strike again
I meditate off the breaks, till the place shakes
Then I make rain, hail, snow and earthquakes
Speak the truth, tear the roof off the mother
The stage is stompin' grounds, run for cover

Evacuate the building, danger, cuz I came to
Explain the
Strategy that'll be tragic automatically
Havin' me to cause another catastrophe
All you gotta do is give Rakim the
Microphone and the crowd'll yell, Timber
Buildings collapsin', rappers gettin' trapped in
Areas closed off, no one gets back in
So set up roadblocks, barrIcade the doors
Fade, put a detour sign on the stage
Hold my microphone as evidence, the weapon I use
And been usin' ever since
The days in the park when, rap was an art then
Plus I was dominant, determined and dark skinned
Makin' it hard to walk the streets at night
For those who talk the weak beats on the mic
Whoever's livin' large better wear camouflage
Prepare to be bumrushed when I yell charge
Surround by sound of the beat-down another brother
This is stompin' grounds, run for cover
Wheels or foot, better not stay put
Whole place shook till the mic's unhooked
Then you've got seven minutes to vacate the
Premises
Lyrics'll echo soon as the break finishes
Don't act wild, single file to the door
No need for an encore, just clear the floor
Cuz my mic's about to self destruct
The stage'll blow up when my rhymes erupt
So make sure the place is cleared out and abandoned
Cuz minutes from now it won't be standin'
Then send out and A.P.B. All Poets Beware of a
Brother like me
Now how many rhymes could your man manufacture?
How many bitin' MCs can I capture?
Trap rappers who try to run off at the mouth
Take over their route, play 'em out like a Cub
Scout
So leave troopin' for MCs at war
And if it's a battle let the crowd keep score
Cuz me and the drummer make drama, and that's word
To mother, run for cover

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High Speed - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: High Speed
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Darryl Harper, Steven Stanley, Tina Weymouth, Tupac Shakur, Adrian Belew, Chris Franz, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
I speak for all my niggaz livin' in the rush
Slow it down just a notch, baby
It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright

Life in high speed
Fuck the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
Fuck doin' time

I live life high speed, sightly disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthafuckas even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly on me
My army, niggaz deceive swiftly

Look at you, now, why you wanna hang out?
I pull the hammer back
Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthafuckin' back out
They blast but I'm still standin' slightly scarred deep

Questions for the Lord, why He don't like me?
Guard my soul though my life was hard with no remorse
I absorb bomb, less it's without protection for the boss
Rollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless

Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless
And my crew, who could should be mistaken for Jews
We all about our past, blast if he break the rules
Fools done snitched for the D.A., be heaven sent

Switched like a stone bitch, turned straight severed then, why?
Then they wonder why niggaz die
Put your family in danger just to get high
Now, what the hell can we get from jail?

More tricks for the crime rate, this is hell
Bail out, a thug nigga fresh out the jail house
Open your safe count and take all your mail out
Whatever happens happens, whoever falls, dies

We fresh out of time, livin' blind so we all ride
In times like these, chronic and tie weed
Puffin' through these high speed and people say

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Verbal assassin, I hit the corner fast, blastin'
I plan to stretch your chest plate back like elastic
No need to push me to slippin' I love beef, like pussy and pistols
For all you pussies that's soft as tissue

I ride plottin' like the fall guy out the roof
Bustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof
Gettin' your neck joints low to verdict wit' mine
Get that ass attacked, murdered and robbed, blind from behind

Grab your shots', callin', catchin' niggaz while they stormin'
Kickin' his door in
And get your whole fuckin' family a' mournin'
Plus all you itchy bitchy types can't touch me
Frontin' like your hard
I'll play your fuckin' yard like a trussel

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

At times, I look through times with so much anger
Wonderin' why it keeps on passin' bringin' me the danger
No signal, hard time is a good one at times I'm amazed
Now what the muthafuck a hood done? What we do to get paid

All day, for the almighty, dollar, don't even bother to holla
We all destined to be swallowed by the same thing we lust for
Threw away our morals in bags of dust
More niggaz is dying tomorrow

We, bet on all time, nigga, the clocks tickin'
Approachin' is the day you only know your glocks spittin'
Cops sittin', politicians passin' laws you ain't knowin'
Soon that money goin' be illegal when you got it

Keep your dough up
But I ain't goin' tell you, what? To stop chasin' paper
Man, I'm just like y'all, I worry 'bout that shit later
Put the metal to the pedal, slash up nigga, blaze
Let's get blowed out high speed til the end of my days
Now, my people say

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

High speed
(We goin' all night)
Life of an outlaw, ghetto stars
(We goin' all night)
Yes, I'm gonna buy me a gun

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
For my niggaz on the Westside and the Eastside
And the Northside and the Southside
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)

(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
From Compton to Jersey
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Gettin' it real hard, niggaz in Michigan
(M.O.B, nigga, M.O.B)
From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah

(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
From St. Louis to Alabama
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
From Mississippi to Oakland
From San Francisco to San Diego
Seattle to Florida

(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
Maine to Mass
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Food and sex
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
And it don't stop and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)

And it don't stop and it won't quit
And it don't stop and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night, high speed

And it don't stop and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)

And it don't stop and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop and it won't quit
And it don't stop and it won't quit
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby

Learn about it
Pac, you goin' rap?

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Tha Bullet - Lyrics - Celly Cel

Title: Tha Bullet
Artist: Celly Cel
Composer(s): Kenneth Darnell Franklin, Marceles Mccarver

Lyric:
Sittin on the shelf, they got me stuck up in this box
Choppin it up with the homies, havin visions of a glock 17
Niggas on my team can't wait to fill clip up
We jumpin out the barrel with my niggas, shootin shit up
See under niner ross, black talon, hollow tips flow
Aim me at the chest, I'm makin sure that vest don't get no love
Ain't even breathin, leave the body shittin like a seagull
See I'm illegal, I got pockets like that eagle
Fuckin around with me is danger, I'm talkin shit
Tryin to brainwash the trigger when I'm in the chamber
Don't give a fuck if it's a accident or on purpose
When I'm comin out the chamber, fool it's just inservice
Don't get nervous when you see what I do
I love to hit the target, and when I'm breakin that skin, ooh
Travel through his heart, ricoch?t off the nearest bone
Rip his insides up, shatter his spine, now I'm gone
Layin by the body, waitin for the FEDS
Swoop me up for evidence, then I'm just some melted led
It ain't no thang, got me back where I started
In a box, with my homies, waitin for my next target

Ha ha ha, the mothafuckin bullet
Shootin up shit everywhere
Every city in every state
Don't give a fuck about who when the bullet fly
The only thought that's on my mind is, die nigga, die
Ha ha ha

But what do ya know, looks like I'm 'bout to be purchased again
I seen a nigga ask for them black talons and grin
It won't be long 'til they let me loose
Got me in the clip, drinkin Gin with no fuckin juice
It's goin down, I know they ridin on some fools tonight
Hit the lights, squeeze the trigger, send me on my flight
Don't give a fuck about who I hit when I fly
The only thought that's on my mind is, die nigga, die
Women and children and babies, I know it's crazy
See I'm a bullet, it's my job, man that shit don't faze me
Even the hand that's on the trigger get shot too
Wherever the barrel aiming at, that's who I end up smokin fool
Don't get it twisted, I got no love for none of y'all
Got to dig a tunnel through your head, and watch the body fall
Just shoot and I'mma do the rest
I love givin young niggas cardiac arrests
Bullet proof niggas, I go up in 'em quickly
The ambulance picked him up with shit all in his Dickies
Just cock the glock, put your finger on the trigger, pull it
And make a mothafucka feel the bullet

Ha ha ha, yeah
Another victim of these mothafuckin bullets
Once we pull the trigger, don't get nervous
'Cause it's instant mothafuckin service
Ha ha ha, yeah
Breakin fools off every mothafuckin day
Ha ha ha

Up out the chamber, it's that sneaky mothafucka creepin
You heard a shot but didn't know until the blood was leakin
Up out your chest, you seen your flesh was a bloody mess
Dropped down on your knees, and ran outta breath
Sentanced to your death
Got hit by the wig splittin, shirt rippin, pistol wippin nigga
Catchin 'em slippin when they set trippin
Dippin and dabbin, you niggas know who I am, and
Can't be fuckin with them faulty heaters that be jammin
I love to fly and when they jam, I can't come out and kick it
Just pick a target, point me at it and see how quick I hit it
Droppin bodies by the dozens, in and out your cousins
I'm burnin niggas like a oven, givin up no lovin
With my dogs, ridin in a 50 round clip
Ready to make the hit, talkin long shit, bitch
Hit the floor before I hit the door and split ya with some heat
Take your head and leave your body in the street
As I creep, up on my next mothafuckin victim
Sweep him off his feet, pull the trigger, let me sick him
Hit him high, hit him low, you know how it go
Put your finger on the trigger, pull it, the mothafuckin bullet

Ha ha ha, the mothafuckin bullet
Mobbin through your hood and takin head
Showin no mothafuckin remorse
We don't give a fuck about you
The bullet, ha ha ha
Sprayin up shit everywhere we go
Don't give a fuck, layin men 6 feet on the regular
Ha ha ha

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Tall Dark Handsome Stranger - Lyrics - Brigade - Heart

Title: Tall Dark Handsome Stranger
Album: Brigade
Artist: Heart
Composer(s): Holly Knight, Albert Hammond

Lyric:
Ooh, I'm so tired of these men tryin' to impress me with nothin'
The same old routine and the smooth fancy talkin'
Now I know and believe that I found it for real
'Cause you're good and you're kind and you care how I feel

I had a tall dark handsome stranger, I've had the devil in disguise
I've been attracted to the danger, but I was never satisfied
And I know what I like and I like what I see in your eyes
Oh, you're so beautiful

I've been pushed, I've been pulled, I've been put out and trod on
Just by takin' my chances, I finally caught on
When I see in your eyes all the love shinin' through
I'm glad I held out for somebody like you

I had a tall dark handsome stranger, I've had the devil in disguise
I've been attracted to the danger, but I was never satisfied
And I know what I like and I like what I see in your eyes

Heaven must have sent you, I know
You're so good to me, I feel good with you
I'd be such a fool to let go
There's somethin' about you, I can't live without you

I've had fast talkin' good lookin' men at my door
Now I'm a wiser woman than I was before

I had a tall dark handsome stranger, I've had the devil in disguise
I've been attracted to the danger, but I was never, never, never satisfied
And I know what I like and I like what I see in your eyes, baby

I had a tall dark handsome stranger, I've had the devil in disguise
I've been attracted by the danger, but I was never, never, never satisfied
And I know what I like and I like what I see in your eyes, oh yeah

I've had a tall dark handsome man, yeah

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Danger List - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: Danger List
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): John Mellencamp, L Crane

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Lyric:
Office girls, they pass me by
They don't know my name
Put me on the danger list
Just too wild to tame

Take the drinks off of the table
Throw my guitar out the door
Set my sights on some new sunrise
Help my feet to the floor

I ain't lookin' for affection
I guess I need myself a shove
Give me someone I can look up to
Show me someone I can love

Good boys go to heaven
Good girls say their prayers
Me, I don't say anything at all
I hope the big man still cares

Touch my soul with your religion
Cut my throat with your spite
Hurt me with your silence, girl
Stay with me, stay with me
Stay with me tonight

I ain't lookin' for affection
I guess I need myself a shove
Give me someone I can look up to
Show me someone I can love

I ain't lookin' for affection
I guess I need myself a shove
Give me someone I can look up to
Show me someone I can love

Don't go starin' at me
Makes me feel so insecure
Talk behind my back if you want to
I don't hear no more

Take me to my destination
Put me on the plane
Fly me up to heaven, dear Lord
Take me home again

I ain't lookin' for affection
I guess I need myself a shove
Give me someone I can look up to
Show me someone I can love

I ain't lookin' for affection
I guess I need myself a shove
Give me someone I can look up to
Show me someone I can love

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Will They Die 4 You? - Lyrics - Mase

Title: Will They Die 4 You?
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Sam Taylor, Sean Combs, Mason Betha, Ron Lawrence

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Lyric:
Yeah

How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike back

Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps

Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force

And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit
When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this

How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that

And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me, how much you really want it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?

This year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick

My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt

Me, I always had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block, where you go now?

Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now?

How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with

Lil' Kim spread like syphilis, you think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6 0 0, shit's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen

So don't ya'll be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D

Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone

Like a splinter I enter
So why should I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for
Why must we kill our own kind?

How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

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Will They Die For You - Lyrics - Mase

Title: Will They Die For You
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Sam Taylor, Sean Combs, Mason Betha, Ron Lawrence

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Lyric:
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike back

Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps

Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force

And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit
When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that

And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me, how much you really want it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?

This year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick

My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt

Me, I always had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block, where you go now?

Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now?

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch, all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with

Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous

Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't ya'll be mad at me, 'cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E

Copped my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D
Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out

I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own
When the pain is gone, like a splinter you enter

So why should I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
...

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