Did Somebody Make A Fool Out Of You - Lyrics - Heavy Love - Buddy Guy

Title: Did Somebody Make A Fool Out Of You
Album: Heavy Love
Artist: Buddy Guy
Composer(s): Tony Joe White

Lyric:
Did somebody make a fool out of you?
Did somebody mistreat you?
Well I know you've been holdin' back
You got a lot of more love than that
Did somebody make a fool out of you?

Did somebody run away with your heart?
Did somebody tear you whole apart?
Well I know you've been treated bad
But you don't have to look so sad
Did somebody make a fool out of you?

Did somebody make a fool out of you?
Did somebody mistreat you?
And I know you've been treated bad
But you don't have to look so sad
Did somebody make a fool out of you?

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Did somebody make a fool out of you?
Did somebody mistreat you?
Well I know you've been holdin' back
You got a lot of more love than that
Did somebody make a fool out of you?

I know it's hard to love someone again
When somebody have torn you all apart
But come on and let yourself go
Don't think about it anymore
I know there's still a lot of lovin' in your heart

Oh baby, did somebody make a fool out of you?
Did somebody mistreat you?
Well I know you've been treated bad
But you don't have to look so sad
Did somebody make a fool out of you?

No, no

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Damn (Should'Ve Treated U Right) - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: Damn (Should'Ve Treated U Right)
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Freddie D Iii Jerkins, Jeffrey B Atkins, Rodney Roy Jerkins, Lysette Titi, Lashawn Ameen Daniels

Lyric:
Darkchild, 9-9
(They ain't ready for this)
Ja Rule
Uh, Darkchild

Yeah, yeah, yeah, damn
I couldn't think about the next man bangin' you
Hittin' it, empowerin' you the I used to
You make me holla, your cat top dollar
Purr when wet, worth puttin' diamonds on your collar

We down, hittin' switches like a 6-4
Follow me and you against the world, baby girl
(Oh, oh, oh)
But you broken, now she got your side of the bed
Your 6 with wide-screen TVs, in the head

You like the livin? dead ?cuz you won't be back
The cat you thought was on throwin' you off-track
(Oh, oh, oh)
Can't do that, love's like a tug-a-war match
You can't win, you fall in, get too attached

You wanna be where I'm at, feelin' me without climax
Nails diggin' in my back, head board outta wack
What you love about Ja is what caught your eye
Painful lies and sweet goodbyes, baby, why?

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

I fell in love with you, see, like they do in movies
You were the generous type, you brought me things I didn't need
Promised to take care of me but then I pushed you to leave, yeah, yeah
Money don't make the man, I understand, since I let you go
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

But I could've had damn near everything, yeah, yeah
You see I should've changed my plans
Let you be my man just for your doe
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
And never ever have to explain

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

It's wrong for me to think this but I could have handled it
Me playin' you for a fool, frontin', so romantic
Just to get my wishes granted, I should've did what I had to do, oh
Now when I think it through, I could've been to you a real good girl
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

It didn't mean that this is your world, yeah, yeah, yeah
To satisfy all my needs I could've pleased you a little bit more
(Oh oh oh oh)
Should've been, could've been, would've been
But these thoughts I just ignored, oh

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

You don't even wanna talk to me, you don't wanna be with me anymore
You don't even wanna call at all, but you come around tryin' to hit me off
You don't wanna go out with me, I can't stand to see you outta line
But it's really killin? me, you're not feelin? me, I wish you were mine but

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside
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Somebody Else Bumped Your Girl - Lyrics - Freddie Foxxx

Title: Somebody Else Bumped Your Girl
Artist: Freddie Foxxx
Composer(s): Freddie Foxxx

Lyric:
Did you ever have a girl and you thought she was it?
To find out in the long run she ain't even shit
Dress her up nice, sport her all over town
And then behind your back she likes sleepin' around

She's steppin' out late while you're home in bed
To another brother kickin' bass all in her head
You're layin' there, lookin' at her photo in frame
And you're chirpin' like a bird while you're singin' her name

You call her every night then you're off by 10
When you hang up the phone, she hits the road again
Sad what I'm sayin' but it's gotta be true
Everybody knows your girl better than you

But what I'm sayin' is this, you said she'd never do wrong
You met her at first, she did a dancin' song
Said, "I'll stay with you forever and brighten your world"
Face it, somebody bumpin' your girl

Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It makes you mad, don't it?

Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It make you ill, won't it?

I met this kid named Jesse on my way uptown
Sittin' on the train, on his face was a frown
I said, "My man, what's the matter?", then he started to sweat
Said, "My girl left the crib and she didn't come home yet"

"Foxxx, I'm hurt, sad as could be
'Cause every time she leaves she always calls me
But I ain't heard a word, I'm worried to death
I can't understand why she up and just left"

"How long has it been?", he said, "About six days
And man, I did a lotta prayin' and I hope that it pays"
I looked him in his face told him, "Don't be a cad
'Cause ain't a girl in the world, it's insanity, mad"

"You better start thinkin' and preparin' your heart
'Cause if you hear the wrong thing you'll be torn apart"
Jesse stood up, the train came to a stop
Had a look on his face like he was about to pop

I said, "So what's up?", then he looked in my grill
Kinda like I look myself when I'm 'bout to get ill
He was lookin' on a platform, right by a can
His girl lockin' lips with another man

Jesse broke stupid and pulled out a tool
And started lickin' off like a crazy fool
The brother went rambo, actin' wild
And shot sixteen people at the turnstyle

The girl got sick when she saw blood flowin'
The brother she was with did a Jesse Owens
I couldn't believe the brother ruined his world
All because somebody else bumped his girl

Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It makes you mad, don't it?

Now I'ma tell you all a story 'bout my man Jim Stone
Who had a three-floor mansion and a yacht of his own
He had enough money but what capes the cake
He had the baddest girl in about 10 states

All about he ever talked about was lovin' his girl
And how he'd never touch another in the whole wide world
Jim got the nerve, wants to buy her a ring
And when he put it on her finger, she was ready to sting

The brother had a party at his crib one night
Had the place laid out and the music was hype
About 100 people, I would say, no less
Freddie Foxxx ain't stupid, I can knowledge a mess

I noticed his girl, she kept grinnin' a lot
She was hangin' 'round the fireplace in this one spot
She looked like she was waitin' for a train or a bus
She was waitin' for Jim's best man, his boy Gus

Gus got slick, took the girl by the hand
And dipped the step like the Bionic Man
I stood there shakin' my head, I had a flashback
'Bout what happened uptown by the train tracks

Jim came over and he said to me
"Fred, I got a real bad thought bumrushin' my head"
I said, "So what's the matter?", then he looked at me twice
And said, "I can't find my best man Gus or my wife"

Jim was on a mission, I could look in his eyes
And see the meter on his blood pressure startin' to rise
He headed up the steps and I followed behind
And I could tell by his face he had death on his mind

He stood by the room and the door was cranked
Then he took off his shirt and then we both stepped back
Jim kicked the door open and he stuck in his head
And saw Gus and his wife both naked in bed

Jim grabbed a bat and I tell you the truth
He was swingin' home runs like my man Babe Ruth
He left 'em both layin' there, stiff as a board
And he turned to me and said, "Freddie Foxxx, I scored"

Two accounts, murder one now he sits in his cell
With a life-long sentence and a story to tell
I couldn't believe the brother ruined his world
All because somebody bumped his girl

Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It makes you mad, don't it?

Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It make you ill, won't it?

You mean that's it?

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Bring Your Whole Crew - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: Bring Your Whole Crew
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Anthony Fields

Lyric:
Aye c'mon
But they don't hear me no
Uh, but they don't hear me no
Uh, but they don't, they don't
They don't, they don't

I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse
And got blood on my dick 'cause I fucked a corpse
I'm a nasty nigga when you pass me nigga look me in my eyes
Tell me to my fuckin' face that you ready to die
You be a dead motherfucker, red motherfucker
Don't be stupid, you heard what I said motherfucker
Who shot you? Aw nigga, like you don't know
Stickin' you for yo' dough while I'm fuckin' yo' broke ho

Yo! don't you get the picture? Niggaz can't touch me
'Cause I don't give a fuck G, I'll get you touched B
I got choice, to rip my slug or take apart a door
And enough crazy niggaz behind me to start a war
So what you want nigga? help, 'cause you se about to rest
When I'm fed, Red Cross couldn't clean up the mess
And a vest will do nuthin' but make you look a little thicker
'Cause in the dark you ain't nuthin' but a lil' nigga

And if you'd been thinkin' about that shit you did
You wouldn'ta brought the joint, with you kid
Now I'ma have to get you kid, and split your wig, with the machete
I bring beef to niggaz, and string 'em out, like spaghetti
You ain't ready nor can you stand how I'm bringin' it
I'm givin' it is how I'm livin' it so I'm swingin' it
Red dot on your head, 'cause youse in mid range
Red dot on your chest, opens up your rib cage

I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through

Now if your heart was as big as your mouth, you'd be real
But it's not so I know if you get knocked, you'll squeal
Like a bitch, 'cause you is a bitch and always been a bitch
And you know how niggaz do a bitch we run up in a bitch
Put something in a bitch
Nigga, do you know me? Nigga do you owe me?
Figured you could blow me?
Well I'm a let this trigger fill you homey
Y'all niggaz gots to be smokin' somethin'
Thinkin' you chokin' somethin'

Fuckin' around with me, you'll be a broken somethin'
I'm out for 'blood' with the 'crips' at war
How much shit could you talk with your lips on the floor?
Pussy niggaz make me itch, so I scratch, you is a bitch
So I snatch up your face, fake ass pencil I scratch you
Yeah there was a time
When I woulda jumped up and choked this nigga
But now I'm on some shit like, yo smoke this nigga

I'm 'bout to find out how much guts you got before I spill 'em
Somebody come and get this motherfucker before I kill him
Fresh out the asylum, I'm whylin'
Y'all niggaz know the phone numbers for help you best to dial 'em
911, emergency, the urgency
Will have witnesses seein' what the surgeon see
How far you gon' get, with your dome split fool
I catch your man slippin', 'cause he think his shit cool
But it ain't, so I paint the walls with his blood
Another dick in the mud, nigga what

I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through

Hey yo, you know who this is for?
They let the dogs in the door
Hey yo, you know who this is for?
They let the dogs in the door

I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love

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If I Could Change - Lyrics - Master P

Title: If I Could Change
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Bobby Caldwell, Steady Mobb'N Alfons Kettner, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

I'm at the time in my life when a nigga ready to change
I'll be dead or in jail if I don't shake this thang
Feel like I'm trapped in a prison, slowly waiting to die
It's getting harder for my people, yet we don't know why

They cuttin' sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat
And it's the children like [Incomprehensible] turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin' my rocks
Servin' death to my people, commit in the ultimate evil

Robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
Blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
Since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama
Lost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I did

I can't bring 'em back, so I get high to forget
All the mistakes that I made, that time won't let me erase
I keep my head up high but I'm stuck in this game
Steady checkin' myself, God help me to change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

If I could change, I'd bring my momma back from the grave
I ain't got too much trouble cause we livin' in the last days
Crime pays, doing broads can get you AIDS
Gotta wear a strap these days

All the time I stay high, trying to fight my stress
Jealous fool of the world trying to put me to rest
Last night I had a talk with my momma
Then I cried, asking God if she'd serve a purpose before she dies

You can see it in my eyes, a brotha want to slow down
I ain't mad at ya daddy 'cause you didn't come around
I'm knowing that the times is hard but you can make it
You see the opportunity, you take it

But what about my little baby, I got a mouth to feed
But I still want to hang on the streets and smoke weed with the O.G.'s
My homies rest in peace in the game
I don't think you'll ever know the pain, I want to change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Lord know, picture me ballin'
Trapped in this ghetto with my young G's callin'
Henacee and weed when they bury P
A quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me

Fall on my knees to no nigga
Trapped in this hood, raised by chrome trigga
Never had a pops, a nigga learned to slang cream
Should have been a chemist, the way I work a triple beam

Life, is like a page, I want to turn
I want to make a change but Lord you let my brotha burn
I done seen a nigga lose his life over zurcubian stones
Every night, my auntie bring a nigga home

Momma worrying 'cause the rent late
3 strikes, my cousin's doing time upstate
I sent him Camel with no filters
I'm in the ghetto slangin' stones with straight killas, uh

I know kids that pack gats 'cause they 'bout it, 'bout it
I'm from the murder capital of the world and we rowdy, rowdy
Is there a heaven for a gangsta, Lord put me to sleep
'Cause your best friend turn into your enemy

Crooked cops is dirty in this shaded game
Go on take me out the ghetto
I want to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

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Ain'T Gonna See Tomorrow - Lyrics - Let's Get Ready - Mystikal

Title: Ain'T Gonna See Tomorrow
Album: Let's Get Ready
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): A Patton, M Tyler, David Sheats, A Benjamin

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Lyric:
Listen, Listen
Huh listen

Government got it where you can't do shit no mo'
The water ain't no good, the grass don't grow
Never mention schools ain't safe no mo'
Killing in the first grade, six years old
Ask yo self this
In what kind of world is that to raise yo children
Then again it really don't matter, where you gone go
You still gotta live it
Let's face reality, stop talking 'bout peace
That's a thing of the past
But then again that's a bald face lie
'Cause a few years ago you was hanging my ass
Be no presidents
Sometimes the whole world just pressed up against me
Think about it, young black man, come up set up for penitentiary
Do the math, all on you
Choose yo path, be a leader, pray for strength
Know when to cap and when to blast
Get back on track, we damn near got past crack
Then every dope dealer got snatched back
We all wit the black on black that's sad
Is it really in our nature what make it so bad?
But I ain't no better then the rest of y'all
Plus I came up in a house without no dad
I knew that you left, couldn't be there
[Incomprehensible], you didn't won't to
But that how it is, Lord help us
You know what we going through

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water
It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your daughters
We struggling trying to get it together
But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
I know some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow

Somebody tell me what you get in a relationship [icnomp]
We ain't married so we can't get divorced
So the only thing left is domesticated violence
When a man uses a woman to take out his problems
He abuses that woman, then man must recognize his assignment
We got two kids and you pregnant again so how can we profit
That's bullshit
That ain't no reason to pull her arm out the socket
Baby I'm so sorry
You know that I love you and didn't wanna hurt you
When I put my hands on ya, I was wrong so I don't deserve ya
I never thought I'd see the day when they scrap a nigga
When they talk about 'em on the T V
Now my sister flipping in the grave
'Cause that's a cheap shot and I know this can't be me
Lord help her forgive me, God give me my purpose
Jesus break these chains, you know this is a vicious circle
But I got my trust in you
I know there will be light at the end of the tunnel
Had it been in many situations
She was there each and everyone of 'em
Keep me humble, I wanna take time out write down
And thank ya, thank ya
Trying to make it wit out you is something we can't do

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water
It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your daughters
We struggling trying to get it together
But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
I know some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow

Lord tell them you difference
Between having eternal life or forever burn, burn
Lord tell 'em You was wit' me when I had my accident
And my truck started flipping and turnin'
When it feel like I was dying from the moment of impact
We rolled ten times
I was down on my best, that fool came on my side of the line
But when the truck did finally stop moving I was just fine
My little brother that was on the passenger side
Must of got hurt 'cause he was unconscious
We then had our tragedies
We was just talking so this can't be happenin'
But before I could say anything else
I saw the helicopter and the ambulance
My little brother came back through
First thing he said was "What is going on"
But the next thing he said was
"Watch over me Lord and keep me strong"
And right then and there, I knew every thing was gone be alright
But we ain't promised nothing
So thank you my Lord for saving his life

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water
It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your daughters
We struggling trying to get it together
But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water
It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your daughters
We struggling trying to get it together
But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Lord some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Lord some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God

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Murder - Ya'Ll Heard Of Me - Lyrics - C

Title: Murder - Ya'Ll Heard Of Me
Artist: C
Composer(s): Howard Metoyer, Corey Miller

Lyric:
Tru Records, Chopper City
C-Murder, B.G 'bout to do this thing, y'all heard us
Straight gutter you know

Now, all y'all done, heard me
Now, I'm C-Murder, I did done things y'all ain't never heard
Now, I?m a fool boy, they call me a fool young
I'm willin' to die for mine, I'm willin' to die for mine

Now, all y'all done, heard of me
I'm B Gizzle, I did done things y'all bitch niggas scared of
I've smacked bitches, shot niggas, sold coke, court cases, done it all
I ain't talkin', I don't stunt at all

You don't wanna mess with that glock boy
Test me with that glock, you get popped boy
On the spot money bustin', out my socks boy
It's hot, and now these cops on ma jock boy

I breaks bread with them, base heads
I show some lovin' till they slip then I trip son
It's bigger then drugs, they wanna label me a killer
So don't push me life is hard, I'm tryin' to fill my own graveyard 3rd ward

A menace to society, like I'm a threat
Y'all ain't met the real C, yet I'm wreck
Ex bunny went and bitched about me, it?s realer then real
I was chosen when Slim got killed, you know how I feel

It?s a shame the Raper came, who should I blame?
My playas told me to be cool, you know I?m a fool
Messin' with you gorillas will get yo head bust
Me and my homies, we about that paper

It?s money we after, straight money makers
The Cutt Boys could never be no fakers
I spit that gangsta rap, forget that hip hop
I bump them gangsta, ass beats that make yo head bop

Now, make that iron cocked and then that show stop
'Cause it's murder, murder, murder, murder, 1 8 7
'Cause I don't give a shh, shh
But they don't hear me though

Now, all y'all done heard of me
Now, I'm C-Murder, I did done things y'all ain't never heard of
And I done sold rocks, rob blocks, merked clowns and done time
I'm fool boy, I'm willin' to die for mine

Now, all y'all done, heard of me
I'm B Gizzle, I did done things y'all bitch niggas scared of
I've smacked bitches, shot niggas, sold coke, court cases, done it all
I ain't talkin', I don't stunt at all

If you don't know me ask somebody, you know and I bet they know
This 'lil nigga quick to draw down, and split ya or cut ya throat
This 'lil nigga quick to handle his business and quick to creep
This 'lil nigga ain't 'bout poppin', no playas squashin', no beef

This 'lil nigga keep a 40 up on and with an extension
This 'lil nigga a steal you even when you payin' attention
I'm uptown gangsta
V. L. Don, when I die bury me wit ya bo?s and a t-shirt on

I?m a fool like that, I be walkin' through the hood
With all my jewelry on bitch niggaz wonder how I do it, I'm real as I could
It gets no realer
I got killers like Janeal just waitin' for me to send 'em

I was raised with gorillas and gangstas, killers and thugs
Street hustles that will touch you up
These choppa city niggas all true to the game
You hear C or B.G, you gotta know them names

Now, all y'all done, heard me
Now, I'm C-Murder, I did done things y'all ain't never heard
Now, I?m a fool boy, they call me a fool young
I'm willin' to die for mine, I'm willin' to die for mine

Now all y'all done, heard of me
I'm B Gizzle, I did done things y'all bitch niggas scared of
I've smacked bitches, shot niggas, sold coke, court cases, done it all
I ain't talkin', I don't stunt at all

Now, all y'all done heard of me
Now, I'm C-Murder I did done things y'all ain't never heard of and I done Sold rocks, rob blocks merked clowns and done time
I'm fool boy I'm willin' to die for mine

Now, all y'all done, heard of me
I'm B Gizzle, I did done things y'all bitch niggas scared of
I've smacked bitches, shot niggas, sold coke, court cases, done it all
I ain't talkin', I don't stunt at all

B.G, where you at?
Throw yo hands up
Throw yo hands up for C-Murder caliope, throw yo hands up
Stunt for me, now jump for me, now walk for me, now stomp for me

Throw yo hands up
Throw yo hands up for C-Murder caliope, throw yo hands up
Stunt for me, now jump for me, now walk for me, now stomp for me
Stunt for me, now jump for me, now walk for me, now stomp for me
Aha, the N O V L C P 3, that know ya, ya know?
X5 on the track, tru

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Why Me Baby? - Lyrics - Keith Sweat

Title: Why Me Baby?
Artist: Keith Sweat
Composer(s): Teddy Riley, Keith D Sweat, James Todd Smith

Lyric:
Why, why me, baby?
What did I do, girl, what did I do?
Why, why me, baby?
You broke my heart
Check this out, honey

It seems like ninety years have gone by
Since the last time I talked to you, you know
I never realized that somethin' so innocent and so sweet
Could make a man feel so much pain

Times you'd jump out of my car and I'd chase you till I was out of breath
Go to your job and pick you up, but you never showed up that day
Where were you, baby?
Who was you seein', it's a hurtin' feelin', sure

How could you, why would you abuse my love, sweetheart?
Cursin' me out in front of my friends
And I could never do anything to you
'Cause there was no way I could hurt somethin' I treasured so much

Thought I was right on time, but it seems like I was too late
You hurt me, baby
But hey, I'm man enough to admit it
What I wanna know is, why?

Why, why me, baby?
Tell me baby
You broke my heart, baby
Check this out
Why?

Yo', the way it happened was crazy
We had a argument, I didn't see you for two or three days
And then when I go to the movies to get you off my mind
I see you sittin' there holdin' hands with the next man

Caught you on the phone a couple of times
But it was always your cousin
Step off
Just a friend

People used to tell me, "Ah, she was fakin'''
But I couldn't see it, I was blinded by love
Nothin' was too expensive
No night was too rainy

I was always there for you
I did things few call me a fool for doin'
Droppin' your friends off, all that
All I wanted in return was your undivided attention and love

If my heart had eyes it would cry
You're the center of my world
Life is worth livin' love
Tell 'em what time it is

I walk around
Talkin' to myself
Thinkin' everything is nothin'
Am I goin' crazy, baby?

I look at the photograph that we once shared
And think about the moment, yeah, yeah
About each other
Remember the poems I used to say to you, girl

There's a right and a wrong way to love somebody
I'll always give all my love to you
I'm on a merry go round and round
Girl, how deep is your love?

I've got to go outside in the rain
It's not too late to make it last forever
Why, why, why, why me?, no, no, no, no, no, somethin' natural
Oh, girl, I'll never, never, never, never, never, never understand

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Why Me Baby (Part 2) - Lyrics - Keith Sweat

Title: Why Me Baby (Part 2)
Artist: Keith Sweat
Composer(s): Teddy Riley, Keith D Sweat, James Todd Smith

Lyric:
Why, why me, baby?
What did I do, girl, what did I do?
Why, why me, baby?
You broke my heart
Check this out, honey

It seems like ninety years have gone by
Since the last time I talked to you, you know
I never realized that somethin' so innocent and so sweet
Could make a man feel so much pain

Times you'd jump out of my car and I'd chase you till I was out of breath
Go to your job and pick you up, but you never showed up that day
Where were you, baby?
Who was you seein', it's a hurtin' feelin', sure

How could you, why would you abuse my love, sweetheart?
Cursin' me out in front of my friends
And I could never do anything to you
'Cause there was no way I could hurt somethin' I treasured so much

Thought I was right on time, but it seems like I was too late
You hurt me, baby
But hey, I'm man enough to admit it
What I wanna know is, why?

Why, why me, baby?
Tell me baby
You broke my heart, baby
Check this out
Why?

Yo', the way it happened was crazy
We had a argument, I didn't see you for two or three days
And then when I go to the movies to get you off my mind
I see you sittin' there holdin' hands with the next man

Caught you on the phone a couple of times
But it was always your cousin
Step off
Just a friend

People used to tell me, "Ah, she was fakin'''
But I couldn't see it, I was blinded by love
Nothin' was too expensive
No night was too rainy

I was always there for you
I did things few call me a fool for doin'
Droppin' your friends off, all that
All I wanted in return was your undivided attention and love

If my heart had eyes it would cry
You're the center of my world
Life is worth livin' love
Tell 'em what time it is

I walk around
Talkin' to myself
Thinkin' everything is nothin'
Am I goin' crazy, baby?

I look at the photograph that we once shared
And think about the moment, yeah, yeah
About each other
Remember the poems I used to say to you, girl

There's a right and a wrong way to love somebody
I'll always give all my love to you
I'm on a merry go round and round
Girl, how deep is your love?

I've got to go outside in the rain
It's not too late to make it last forever
Why, why, why, why me?, no, no, no, no, no, somethin' natural
Oh, girl, I'll never, never, never, never, never, never understand

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White Lies - Lyrics - Sound Of The Underground - Girls Aloud

Title: White Lies
Album: Sound Of The Underground
Artist: Girls Aloud
Composer(s): Timothy Kellett, Sandra Nordstrom

Lyric:
White lies, yeah, yeah

One evening you came home an hour late
You told me not to worry, you been out with your friends
I couldn't help but realize the truth was being compromised
I could see it in your eyes

You say you just wanna make me happy but that's no reason
Let me see you, feel you, hear you, twist the truth around
I don't wanna hear you say, "I'm sorry babe"
'Cos now it's already too late, don't take the easy way out

Why you always trynna sing? What you think I wanna hear it?
It won't make it better 'cos you're ruining everything
You, I agreed to honesty but you had a change of mind
And so for me, you're history, you're ruining everything
Ruining everything, ruining everything

I called you on the phone the other day
Thought I heard somebody talking on the other end
But there you go again trynna play me for a fool
It will all come back to you

You say you just wanna make me happy but that's no reason
Let me see you, feel you, hear you, twist the truth around
I don't wanna hear you say, "I'm sorry babe"
But now it's already too late, don't take the easy way out

Why you always trynna to sing? What you think I wanna hear it?
It won't make it better 'cos you're ruining everything
You, I, agreed to honesty but you had a change of mind
(We agreed to honesty)
And so for me, you're history, you're ruining everything

So when will you tell it how it is?
(White lies)
And how could you let it end like this?
(White lies)
Just who do you think you wanna be?
(White lies)
And why did you keep it all from me?
(White lies)

No way out
No way out
No way out
No way out

I don't wanna hear you say, "I'm sorry babe"
'Cos now it's already too late, don't take the easy way out

Why you always trying to sing? What you think I wanna hear it?
It won't make it better 'cos you're ruining everything
You, I, agreed to honesty but you had a change of mind
(We agreed to honesty)
And so for me, you're history, you're ruining everything

So when will you tell it how it is?
(When will you tell me how it is?)
And how could you let it end like this?
(White lies)
Just who do you think you wanna be?
(White lies)
And why did you keep it all from me?
(White lies)

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Hurricane - Lyrics - Swing Set - Ani Difranco

Title: Hurricane
Album: Swing Set
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Jacques Levy, Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all"

Here comes the story of the hurricane
The man, the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Three bodies lyin' there, does Patty see?
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand

I saw them leavin'" he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road

Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates"

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy"

Yes, here's the story of the hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him
Lookin' for somebody to blame

"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white"

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure"
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow

You'll be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no gentleman Jim"

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way

Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder one, guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride

How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell

That's the story of the hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

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Battlezone - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Battlezone
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Bryon Mccane, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Pick up your wings and prepare them to fly

Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug
Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug
Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug

Swing low sweet chariot
Comin' forth to carry me home
Swing low sweet chariot
Comin' forth to carry me home

I looked up on Jordan and what did I see
Comin? forth to carry me home
What did I see
Comin' forth to carry me home

Listen to my battle cry
My battle cry
Listen to my battle cry
My battle cry

One, two look at the telly
They drew my picture with Bob Marley
They probably wanna kill me, will I die?
In 1999 smokin' phillies, Bizzy the kid
Was bustin' in the ceilin' in my big claim

Kickin' on somethin' and dig this
Got to feel it, catch and don't let go
Wretched in a fro, Bone watchin' for the po po
Roll over, then pull it, got my bullet in my fo fo
Gotta stand, it's turnin' to a jungle

Comin' out a 4-door Benz and I spend a lot for show
No, no, don't spend a lot contend with a men
Lookin' at my watch like a meal ticket
Arrest the block, they couldn't pin it, better send it

For the cops absorb you soul of course, praise to the Pharaoh
Murder mo, curly, I heard it lower and return it burn
When our niggas still shermed out
Court's adjourned, court's adjourned, rest and burn

I can't sleep at night 'cause I lay in my bed
And I be tossin' and turnin' tryin' to avoid my dreams
And I can hear the niggas lettin' off they lead around the corner
Got me feelin' paranoia like they comin' for me

And I be clutchin' my heat, got me pacin' back and forth
So much shit on my mind, so many things to do
So little time a nigga really got to do it in
Man, I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots

From the minute nigga step outside
Nina Ross on my hip and I gots to pack one
Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me
?Nigga, never leave the house without packin' a gun?

And that's real, leave it for the dollar bill
Niggas'll holler, "Kill, kill", then start flexin'
When the shit poppin' off in my direction
Nigga got a 17-shot for protection

Life ain't no joke
Too many niggas I know was takin' shit for granted and that's foul
Nigga, if you see a fool, pick a fool right out the crowd
And hit him dead in his mouth for bein? loud and wild

Shit is real
Ain't none of that elastic fagot rubber band plastic shit
Muthafuckas in the battlezone blastin' shit
Put the match on shit, straight up gassin' shit

It's that same nigga runnin' with the AK-47
Bustin' niggas in the belly
Give them muthafuckas more than just a headache
Get back at that nigga faster than Fed-Ex
They're runnin', retreatin', screamin', ?Mayday, we're goin' down?

Now why the fuck is niggas tellin' lies and rumors?
Talkin' about we split up
'Cause I see Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh
Niggas really need to shut that shit up

If a muthafucka really wanna rumble, he could tumble
We wilder than any animal that's in the jungle
The name of the game is ?Block the basket, strike him out?
Hit the goal make the quarterback fumble

Strategize, any nigga hatin' ain't a friend of mine
Nigga considered the enemy, nigga, that's when you die
I never keep my enemies close
'Cause I got a perfect view of 'em in my scope, that's close enough

Leather Face'll fuck a nigga up and smile
And hit 'em with the millimeter and I show a bitch kill a nigga
See me drivin', bitch, come on and try to rob me
I'm willin' to bet that 'cha get lit up

Get off of me, baby, keep on comin' and there's gon' be drama
Tellin' you niggas, you better not fuck with me
'Cause I ain't that quiet nigga that I used to be
Look how the haters give a nigga attitude

Nigga, sick of bein? humble
Now I'm like fuck that I gotta get mine
They try to show a nigga love but fuck that it ain't no love
'Cause in the game you get fucked every time

You get this feelin' inside my bloodline
Somebody finna get fucked up
If a nigga don't get some satisfaction
Blastin' like a madman
Gettin' with the static nigga lovin' the action

Yeah, my Bone Thug niggas, come on
If any one of you niggas got any problems
Thinkin' you tough and you really wanna solve 'em
Don't be mumblin', speak a little louder

While you steady talkin' like you're louder than the next nigga
We'll already be up in you
Now hater feel us, who the realest? The Bone Thug killas
If there's any objections, nigga deal with 'em

Realer than them other muthafuckas talkin' about they thugs
Jumpin' all on the bandwagon
Wanna be like us, wanna cuss, wanna bust they guns
Thugged out with they pants saggin'

They actin' but when it's really time to show some tactics
The niggas don't have 'em, we murdered the bastards
Put 'em all in body bags and caskets
Drop 'em in the river, splash, that's that ass

'Cause when we clash, ain't no comin' back
Huntin' niggas from the past, we gon' settle this shit right here
Fight to whoever blood be spilled first
Who will be the nigga ridin' away in a hearse?

Not me, I'm determined to wake up
And still be livin' in the mornin', you feelin' me?
Quicker than a clocked damn missile
Hit a bitch directly in the middle, right between your eye

Then we makin' sure that nigga die
Shoot a couple more times and ride out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, ride out

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Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem) - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to make this thing work?
Man, we've got to get rid of the pimps and the pushers
And the prostitutes, yes, yes, y'all that's funky, yeah
Hey yo Marley, man, yo, what's up, man?
Hey yo man, you know we was gettin' busy on the album everyday

We been gettin' funky but I wanna take this jam back to Farmers
You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, let's go back on Farmers
And get some of them early MC's, you used to be kickin' it with
Back in the day? Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's do a jam with them
Aight, bet but first I gotta like introduce it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Aight, kick it

Back in the days before I was Cool J
I used to hang up on the corner, pumpin' Games People Play
Sittin' on a garbage can, rhymin' to my man
Talkin' 'bout big money and future plans

I always told the brothers, if I got a contract
When the money started flowin', I'd be back
To do a jam, against all odds
Introducing rapper 1 from Farmers Blvd.

Hey yo, B O M B, bomb explosion
Attack like a cat when I'm trapped and I'm closed in
Sharp ass claws and I break all laws
In a while all jaws 'cause I'm perfect, no flaws

Now I'm back to Farmers on some new improved
I'm makin' moves, not fakin' moves
So don't you never come around here talkin' that talk
Or walkin' that walk, you'll get played like a sport

Football, soccer, whatever you savor
You're a tramp and a pussycat, ready for labor
L'll have you breakin' locks
I'll have you cookin' fried rice in a big steel box

The type of skills that I got reigned for years
No worry or cares, your crew'll shed tears
'Hip-hip-hooray, he's back' yo, save the cheers
Suckers, I'm drinkin' forties of beers on the boulevard

Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein' said here
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo uncle L, let's go
Yeah man, I wanna check out my man, Big Money Grip
Yo, what's up, man, kick a little somethin'

Kick out the can and slam
Summertime, C I A step into the jam
Reach for the mic and the punks start to fold up
And the brothers start fleein' like it's a hold up

Some step aside but a few play me close
Never worry, 'cause the brother who cross me's gettin' burried
And the fool who wants to deal with another dose
I see to it in a hour that the mutha is comatose

Farmers Boulevard, the place
Handin' me a mic is like givin' a chainsaw to Leather Face
Smokin' MC's in an instant
At my side bustin' caps is T-Boogie, my assistant

Throw that speaker in the trash
Why's that? 'Cause Gangster Boogie gave the woofer a gash
Big Money Grip makin' you get up
Farmers crew's in effect, we never heard of a head up

Yo, yo, yo, it's kinda funky out here on the boulevard, yo
Yeah, we livin' Chinese people in a Turkish bath, baby
Hi C over there, man, yo, what's up? Hi C

Hi C on the scene, at last to bust a funky rhyme
More than a line on time because I'm gettin' mine
Never underestimate the skill of a great one
The Boulevard lord, shorts, never take none

Another funky rapper from around the way
Leavin' bodies at a party 'cause somebody gotta pay
Boy, you been told, put your lips on hold
All you remember is a barrel and a mouth full of gold

Spreadin' terror on the street like they was in the past
Any punks on the block, yo, never could last
And I never feel sorry for a sucker I gained on
Any slick talker, yo, he's bound to get rained on

At any Farmers party at my side is a Mag
One time a sucker got ill and went out in a body bag
Fear will erupt through the heart of another
The Farmers crew will never fall, that's word to the mother

Yo, yo, it's kinda funky out here, yo, yo, yo, Hi C
Yo man, y'all kinda funky out here, yo I was
Yo, what's up? Crew member, 9 years ago, man
You know what I'm sayin'? Farmers Blvd. baby

Yo, I was kinda, I was kinda stagnant to sleep on it
But yo, L, won't you, won't you sum it
All up for the people, aight? aight, let me sum this up

Now you heard the brothers speakin'
'Bout the street that we're from
Rhymes hittin', beats kickin', you can't get none
F A R M E R S passin' the test
Marley Marl in the background doin' the rest

Do re mi fa so la ti do, do ti la so fa mi re do, kato
Get up out my face before I play you like Play Doh
I did a jam against all odds
And it was dedicated to Farmers Blvd.

Keep on to the beat, y'all
A funky beat, y'all, yes, yes
Y'all, you don't stop

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Alcohol - Lyrics - Time Well Wasted - Brad Paisley

Title: Alcohol
Album: Time Well Wasted
Artist: Brad Paisley
Composer(s): Brad Paisley

Lyric:
I can make anybody pretty
I can make you believe any lie
I can make you pick a fight
With somebody twice your size

Well I've been known to cause a few breakups
And I've been known to cause a few births
I can make you new friends
Or get you fired from work

And since the day I left Milwaukee
Lynchburg, Bordeaux, France
Been makin' the bars lots of big money
And helpin' white people dance

I got you in trouble in high school
But college now that was a ball
You had some of the best times
You'll never remember with me
Alcohol, alcohol

I got blamed at your wedding reception
For your best man's embarrassing speech
And also for those naked pictures of you at the beach

I've influenced kings and world leaders
I helped Hemingway write like he did
And I`ll bet you a drink or two that I can make you
Put that lampshade on your head

'Cause since the day I left Milwaukee
Lynchburg, Bordeaux, France
Been makin' a fool out of folks just like you
And helpin' white people dance

I am medicine and I am poison
I can help you up or make you fall
You had some of the best times
You'll never remember with me
Alcohol, alcohol

Yes since the day I left Milwaukee
Lynchburg, Bordeaux, France
Been makin' the bars lots of big money
And helpin' white people dance

Yea I got you in trouble in high school
And college now that was a ball
You had some of the best times
You'll never remember with me
Alcohol, alcohol
(Alcohol, alcohol)
(Alcohol, alcohol)
(Alcohol, alcohol)
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Country Line - Lyrics - Fantastic Voyage: The Greatest Hits - Coolio

Title: Country Line
Album: Fantastic Voyage: The Greatest Hits
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): James Alexander, Charles Allen, Michael Beard, Mark Bynum, Clifton Chase, Brian Dobbs, Larry Dodson, Edward Fletcher, Melvin Glover, Sherman Guy, Harvey Henderson, Artis L Jr Ivey, Allen Jones, Sylvia Robinson, Lloyd Smith, Winston Stewart, Franklin Thompson

Lyric:
Seven in the morning, standing in the line
Three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine
Two in the back of me sucking on a joint
And one in back of them ready for a new sport

There's four, five suckers way way in the back
Stooped down low with the crowd smoking crack
They looking at me funny 'coz I got a record out
And a nigga with a record out is supposed to have some proud

A forth of the people in the line be hookers
But the other forth betta ask help themself
A forth of the people having good faith
And all of the rest all fucked up in the head

A bald headed stank bitch is about to make me laugh
And a nigga who need a bath is asking for my autograph
Ain't nothing changed but the time
I got to get mine, so I'm standing in the county line

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Coz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
You got to have the conned and let them looking funny

I walked through the front door to fill out my ap
Here comes another sap asking if I rap
I don't say a word 'coz he know that I do
I'm down with the mad ass you know hoo

I take a numer and a seat I'm sweating from the heat
Somebody got their shoes off I smell their feet
My number is 80, it's still on 20
I look up at the clock and now is 10:30

Free butter and cheese oh please, oh please
Can I get my food stamps so I can leave
I got money and a car but they don't really know it
Now they asking me a gang of questions
'Coz I told them I was homeless

I'm living in a car drive back in the alley
But I use to shack up with a hooker named Sally
Line after line Ruff is the time
My life is in a bomb so I'm standing in the county line

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Coz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
You got to have the conned and let them looking funny

I'm sitting at a desk talking to a social worker
She thinks I'm a fool but I know that I can work her
Punk ass ho' sitting behind the window all toe up ass tramp
Rolling that week sheets of mine
You have a penetentry record I said, "I know that bitch"

She wants to know what kind a work do I do
I said, 'I haven't worked since 1982
I can't find a job though I looked and I looked
Took one hit of the crack and mistook

She sitting there wondering what did 'coz I did
And the whole time I'ma watching like I'm smoking me a joint
Job search work the projects whackness
And in a few weeks I'd get my check

Now I got to wait for them to call me trough the window
So I can get some cash to pay for the hotel and the bathshow
It's 5:13 by the clock on the wall
Mothafuckez move so I can make a phonecall
Shit is getting late and the time is 29
That why so many niggas standing in the county line

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Coz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
You got to have the conned and let them looking funny

You got to have the conned and let them looking funny
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Coz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh

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