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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Don'T Know What To Tell Ya - Lyrics - Aaliyah

Title: Don'T Know What To Tell Ya
Artist: Aaliyah
Composer(s): Salah El Sharnobi, Stephen Ellis Garrett, Omar Batiesha

Lyric:
You wanna handcuff me
But yo, I don?t know what to tell ya
(Don?t know what to tell ya)
You want my intimacy
But yo, I don?t know what to tell ya
(Don?t know what to tell ya)

You want a wall around me
I swear, I don?t know what to tell ya
(Don?t know what to tell ya)
You want my lock and my key
But yo, I don?t know what to tell ya
(Don?t know what to tell ya)

Incarceration's what I?m facing
When I?m with you
You're watching my every move
Trying to pick up on some clues

We play 20 questions
Every time I walk in or out the door
What do you bother for?
(What do you bother for?)
Get comfortable with yours

It?s gonna take
(Take)
T R U S T to keep our L O V E
It?s gonna take
(Gonna take)
It?s gonna take
(Take)
T R U S T to keep our L O V E crackin'

Stressin' second guessin' me
Time and time again
We go from lovers back to friends
Got to put this to an end
(Hey, yeah)

You wanna handcuff me
But yo, I don?t know what to tell ya
(Don?t know what to tell ya)
You want my intimacy
But yo, I don?t know what to tell ya
(Don?t know what to tell ya)

You want a wall around me
I swear, I don?t know what to tell ya
(Don?t know what to tell ya)
You want my lock and my key
But yo, I don?t know what to tell ya
(Don?t know what to tell ya)

No justifications for your actions
Should have been somewhere relaxin'
Don?t compare me to your last one
I can?t help it she was a fast one

A sassy one
I?m a classy one
I can't keep you from getting happy hon
Seems like that she'll make you happy hon

It?s gonna take
(Gonna take)
T R U S T to keep our L O V E
It?s gonna take
(Gonna take)
It?s gonna take
(Take)
T R U S T to keep our L O V E crackin'

I can?t deny or lie
I tried to put up with you
These insecurities every day
Pushing my love away

You wanna handcuff me
But yo, I don?t know what to tell ya
(Yeah, no)
(Don?t know what to tell ya)
You want my intimacy
But yo, I don?t know what to tell ya
(Don?t know what to tell ya)

You want a wall around me
I swear I don?t know what to tell ya
(I swear, yeah)
(Don?t know what to tell ya)
You want my lock and my key
(My lock and my key)
But yo, I don?t know what to tell ya
(Don?t know what to tell ya)
(No)

You wanna handcuff me
But yo, I don?t know what to tell ya
(Yes, you do)
(Don?t know what to tell ya)
You want my intimacy
But yo, I don?t know what to tell ya
(No)
(Don?t know what to tell ya)

You want a wall around me
(you want to wall around me)
I swear, I don?t know what to tell ya
(I swear)
(Don?t know what to tell ya)
You want my lock and my key
But yo, I don?t know what to tell ya
(Don?t know what to tell ya)

Said is gonna take
It?s gonna take
(Take)
T R U S T to keep our L O V E
(Yeah)
It?s gonna take
It?s gonna take
T R U S T to keep our L O V E

It?s gonna take
It?s gonna take
T R U S T to keep our L O V E
It?s gonna take
It?s gonna take
T R U S T to keep our L O V E crackin', crackin'

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Till It'S Gone - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Till It'S Gone
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Derrick Harris, Kenneth Gamble, Trevor Smith, Jerry J. Ross

Lyric:
Hey, yo, yo
Yo, hey, yo, yo
Hey, yo
Hey, yo, yo

You don't know what you got until it's
They say you don't know what you got until it's gone
You don't know what you got until it's
They say you don't know what you got until it's gone

Hey, ya, ya, yo, yo, ya, ya, yo
It was the first sign on the day of my birth
I entered the earth blind
Vulnerable to everythin' I would first find
Condition of bein' niggaz having the worst mind

Becomin' weak like we scavengers of the worst kind
From havin' nothin' to plot and makin' the earth mine
Makin' the earth mine

That's kinda big aspirations for a nigga
That's just kinda got on his first grind
But it's aight 'cause I'm blowin' whole on my first shine
Kinda gas quicker than spaz ready to burst mine

And though it seems like obstacles come at the worst time
Goin' from being successful to commitin' the worst crimes
So quick like a bitch massagin' ya whole dick
And bust a nut, and it's over sabotagin' ya own shit

We always good when we get it and then abuse
Then regret it, 'cause as quick as we get it we fuckin' lose it
That's what my mother used to tell me

(You don't know what you got until it's)
See, they ain't knowin' though
(They say you don't know what you got until it's gone)
That's what my mother used to always tell me

(You don't know what you got until it's)
Hey yo, I peep that they ain't knowin' though
(They say you don't know what you got until it's gone)
That's what my mother used to always tell me

See in a flash they could take it from you like hocus pocus
So count your blessings and, baby, I hope you stay in focus
Wide awake like I'm drinkin' them Cappuccino Mochas
Takin' on more stress and get to becomin' smokers

Like the shit they setup just straight provoke us
And fall victim to the shit till it stifle and choke us
I promise you'll find the truth when you done diggin' it out
Stop the shiverin', nigga, I think I just figured it out

You see we thug physically and mentally soft
Kept lyin' to yourself so that your worth and your value is lost
Sometime the feelin' of the city is wrong
Why we appreciate 'em all now that Tupac and Biggie is gone?

Somehow I'm seein' it clear
I would have rather this value them just as much
When both them niggaz is here
Yeah, we always good when we get it and then abuse it
Then regret it 'cause as quick as we get it we fuckin' lose it, listen

(You don't know what you got until it's)
See, they ain't knowin' though
(They say you don't know what you got until it's gone)
That's what my mother used to always tell me

(You don't know what you got until it's)
Hey yo, I peep that they ain't knowin' though
(They say you don't know what you got until it's gone)
Yo that's what my mother used to always tell me

Extend your hand for the worried and bless 'em if they need you
Don't ever take life for granted and bite the hand that feeds you
Be cautious how you treat people and how the people feel you
Respect niggaz or else the Karma is coming to kill you

You got it good, baby, just get your shit together
Before you lose it and it's over and gone forever
Dress for the stormy weather, feel the songs
For everyone is personal like I was just writin' myself a letter

A lot of niggaz be wilin', callin' a name
With disrespect, cashin' and blightin', throwin' salt in the game
I'm sayin', I'm dealin' with logic, I hope you ain't thinkin' I'm rude
But stop ruin the greatest thing that's been given us food

Clothin' and shelter when it's cold we be staying warm
Imagine if they just took the music and rap was gone
We always good when we get it and then abuse it
I won't let it 'cause it's precious and I ain't ready to lose it, listen

(You don't know what you got until it's)
See, they ain't knowin' though
(They say you don't know what you got until it's gone)
That's what my mother used to always tell me

(You don't know what you got until it's)
Hey yo, I peep that they ain't knowin' though
(They say you don't know what you got until it's gone)
That's what my mother used to always tell me

(You don't know what you got until it's)
See, they ain't knowin' though
(They say you don't know what you got until it's gone)
That's what my mother used to always tell me

(You don't know what you got until it's)
Hey yo, I peep that they ain't knowin' though
(They say you don't know what you got until it's gone)
That's what my mother used to always tell me

You don't know what you got until it's
They say you don't know what you got until it's gone
You don't know what you got until it's gone

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Ball And Bun - Lyrics - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Ball And Bun
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Bernard James Freeman, Tristan G Jones, Premro Vonzellaire Smith

Lyric:
Check 1, 2
Check 1, 2 baby, yeah uh
1, 2, 1, 2, microphone check, 2
Somebody better tells these mothafuckers
How we wreck fools, disrespect fools
Check and snap necks too
Crushin' duos

Sittin', waitin' on the next 2
Nigga, me and Bun got the extra clips and bullet proofs
Gone off illegal shit, bustin' out the sunroofs
Scatterin', niggaz chatterin'
About where they been
Where they from, why they hate me, and relate me with
Stereotypical, down South country shit

On the real, we on the hustlin' makin' money shit
It's EightBizall makin' nigga feel Memphis, Tenn
Makin' hip hop, funky as a chit-a-lin
Bitter men, mad, thinkin' that they better men
Knockin' at the Suave House door, but we won't let 'em in
Hoes and niggaz, got a lot of shit to talk about
Runnin' your mouth, can get you dead, deep down South

I don't know where ya been
And I don't know what ya seen
But I know deep down South
It's all about the green
Now, I don't know what ya seen
And I don't know where ya been
But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N

I don't know what you've done
And I don't know what you do
But I know deep down South
Nigga, it's all on you
Now, I don't know what you do
An I know what you've done
But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else
But Ball and Bun

I see no evil, say no evil, hear no evil
Try not to get in no evils
Raised up on Briz and Biz Bo-wevils
Ain't no sequels for your people when we touch down
South gon' put that crush down
Nigga lay your philly, and you'll touch down
Takin' that shit so much clown

Don't even sound real no mo'
Your cap'll get peeled, slo-mo
Fuck you and that steel .44
I'm Triz, oh hoe
Pay your dumbasses, no, never mind
Flip flows, so clever shine
Like diamond grapes on leather vines
Forever I regard it

As the first fool that started
Movin' gassed up niggaz till they farted
Hands, black hearted, cold
Get retarded
Like slingblade, it bring made niggaz
I played niggaz
Still wanna see a thing fade niggaz
I stay niggaz

That is the fight, what you believe
Give you life room to breathe
But tonights the night for you to leave
As soon as sleep
Ain't got, no tricks up
Your still get mixed up
From Southern black macks
That stay gettin' they dicked sucked

I don't know where ya been
And I don't know what ya seen
But I know deep down South
It's all about the green
Now, I don't know what ya seen
And I don't know where ya been
But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N

I don't know what you've done
And I don't know what you do
But I know deep down South
Nigga, it's all on you
Now, I don't know what you do
An I know what you've done
But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else
But Ball and Bun

Crooked as the first letter in the word South
Niggaz who be 'bout gettin' paid, even when it's a drought
Fuckin' some stout, smokin' out
At my nigga house
98 live, side bet and gettin' screwed out
Screwed up, drinkin' my cup
Grippin' my nuts

Hoes be jockin', but eager niggaz get setup
Wet up, fucked up, what's up?
Test us, guess what?
True but, you just, messed up
Deeper, than encyclopedia Britannica
If Ball don't do it, then Bun-B gonna handle ya

To all you Betty Crocker
Cock knockers that wanna cook a cake
But don't know what it took to make that bitch
Take a look you fake and switch your recipe
Niggaz always takin' tests of me
Pressin' me, just to see the stress and hate
Bring the best of me

Leave your mouth open, sesame seed
I separate from stem and weed
Me, I go, murder
Murder them in deep blood clot
They get all red hot from lead shots
And what not

Mine, I go dead after red dot
And buckshot
So bitch niggaz get the fuck out
Leave suckas stuck, fuck props
This where the buck stops

I don't know where ya been
And I don't know what ya seen
But I know deep down South
It's all about the green
Now, I don't know what ya seen
And I don't know where ya been
But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N

I don't know what you've done
And I don't know what you do
But I know deep down South
Nigga, it's all on you
Now, I don't know what you do
An I know what you've done
But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else
But Ball and Bun

Yeah, euphoric images
Psycadelic gangsta shit
This is fuckin' groovy man
I'll be back, 3004

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Confessions Part Ii (Remix) - Lyrics - Usher

Title: Confessions Part Ii (Remix)
Artist: Usher
Composer(s): Usher Raymond, Jermaine Dupri, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
Watch this

These are my confessions just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said she got one other way
These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give part two of my confessions

If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so throwed, I don't know what to do
But to give you part two of my confessions

Now this gon' be the hardest thing I think I ever had to do
Got me talkin' to myself askin', how I'm gon' tell you?
'Bout that chick on part one, I told ya'll I was creepin' with, creepin' with
Said she's three months pregnant and she's keepin' it

The first thing that came to mind was you
Second thing was how do I know if it's mine and is it true?
Third thing was me wishin' that I never did what I did
How I ain't ready for no kid and bye bye to our relationship

These are my confessions just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said, she got one other way
These are my confessions man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do now
I guess I gotta give part two of my confession, oh

If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so throwed, I don't know what to do
But to give you part two of my confessions

Sittin' here stuck on stupid, tryna figure out
When, what and how I'ma let this come out of my mouth?
Said, it ain't gon' be easy but I need to stop thinkin', contemplatin'
Be a man and get it over with, over with

I'm ridin' in my whip racin' to her place
Talkin' to myself preparin' to tell her to her face
She open up the door and didn't wanna come near me
I said, "One second baby, please hear me"

These are my confessions just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said, she got one other way
These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give part two of my confessions

If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so throwed, I don't know what to do
But to give you part two of my confessions

This by far is the hardest thing I think I've ever had to do
To tell you, the woman I love
That I'm having a baby by a woman that I barely even know
I hope you can accept the fact that I'm man enough to tell you this
And hopefully you'll give me another chance
This ain't about my career, this ain't about my life, it's about us, please

These are my confessions just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said, she got one other way
These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give part two of my confessions

If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so throwed, I don't know what to do
But to give part two of my confessions

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Confesions Part 2 (New Version, Remix) - Lyrics - Usher

Title: Confesions Part 2 (New Version, Remix)
Artist: Usher
Composer(s): Usher Raymond, Jermaine Dupri, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
Watch this

These are my confessions just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said she got one other way
These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give part two of my confessions

If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so throwed, I don't know what to do
But to give you part two of my confessions

Now this gon' be the hardest thing I think I ever had to do
Got me talkin' to myself askin', how I'm gon' tell you?
'Bout that chick on part one, I told ya'll I was creepin' with, creepin' with
Said she's three months pregnant and she's keepin' it

The first thing that came to mind was you
Second thing was how do I know if it's mine and is it true?
Third thing was me wishin' that I never did what I did
How I ain't ready for no kid and bye bye to our relationship

These are my confessions just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said, she got one other way
These are my confessions man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do now
I guess I gotta give part two of my confession, oh

If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so throwed, I don't know what to do
But to give you part two of my confessions

Sittin' here stuck on stupid, tryna figure out
When, what and how I'ma let this come out of my mouth?
Said, it ain't gon' be easy but I need to stop thinkin', contemplatin'
Be a man and get it over with, over with

I'm ridin' in my whip racin' to her place
Talkin' to myself preparin' to tell her to her face
She open up the door and didn't wanna come near me
I said, "One second baby, please hear me"

These are my confessions just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said, she got one other way
These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give part two of my confessions

If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so throwed, I don't know what to do
But to give you part two of my confessions

This by far is the hardest thing I think I've ever had to do
To tell you, the woman I love
That I'm having a baby by a woman that I barely even know
I hope you can accept the fact that I'm man enough to tell you this
And hopefully you'll give me another chance
This ain't about my career, this ain't about my life, it's about us, please

These are my confessions just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said, she got one other way
These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give part two of my confessions

If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so throwed, I don't know what to do
But to give part two of my confessions

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Confessions Part 2 - Lyrics - Usher

Title: Confessions Part 2
Artist: Usher
Composer(s): Usher Raymond, Jermaine Dupri, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
Watch this

These are my confessions just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said she got one other way
These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give part two of my confessions

If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so throwed, I don't know what to do
But to give you part two of my confessions

Now this gon' be the hardest thing I think I ever had to do
Got me talkin' to myself askin', how I'm gon' tell you?
'Bout that chick on part one, I told ya'll I was creepin' with, creepin' with
Said she's three months pregnant and she's keepin' it

The first thing that came to mind was you
Second thing was how do I know if it's mine and is it true?
Third thing was me wishin' that I never did what I did
How I ain't ready for no kid and bye bye to our relationship

These are my confessions just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said, she got one other way
These are my confessions man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do now
I guess I gotta give part two of my confession, oh

If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so throwed, I don't know what to do
But to give you part two of my confessions

Sittin' here stuck on stupid, tryna figure out
When, what and how I'ma let this come out of my mouth?
Said, it ain't gon' be easy but I need to stop thinkin', contemplatin'
Be a man and get it over with, over with

I'm ridin' in my whip racin' to her place
Talkin' to myself preparin' to tell her to her face
She open up the door and didn't wanna come near me
I said, "One second baby, please hear me"

These are my confessions just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said, she got one other way
These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give part two of my confessions

If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so throwed, I don't know what to do
But to give you part two of my confessions

This by far is the hardest thing I think I've ever had to do
To tell you, the woman I love
That I'm having a baby by a woman that I barely even know
I hope you can accept the fact that I'm man enough to tell you this
And hopefully you'll give me another chance
This ain't about my career, this ain't about my life, it's about us, please

These are my confessions just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said, she got one other way
These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give part two of my confessions

If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so throwed, I don't know what to do
But to give part two of my confessions

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Girl - Lyrics - #1's - Destiny'S Child

Title: Girl
Album: #1's
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Beyonce Knowles, Angela Beyince, Eddie Robinson, Don Davis, Kelendria Rowland, Michelle Williams, Patrick Douthit, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
Take a minute girl, come sit down
And tell us what's been happening
In your face I can see the pain
Don't you try to convince us that you're happy

We've seen this all before
But he's taking advantage of the passion
Because we've come too far for you to feel alone
You don't let him walk over your heart, I'm telling you

Girl, I can tell you've been crying
And you needing somebody to talk to
Girl, I can tell he's been lying
And pretending that he's faithful and he loves you

Girl, you don't have to be hiding
Don't you be ashamed to say he hurt you
I'm your girl, you're my girl, we your girls
Don't you know that we love ya

See, what y'all don't know about him
Is I can't let him go because he needs me
It ain't really him, it's stress from his job
And I ain't making it easy

I know you see him bugging most of the time
But I know deep inside, he don't mean it
It gets hard sometimes but I need my man
I don't think y'all understand, I'm telling ya

Girl, I can tell you've been crying
And you needing somebody to talk to
(We understand, don't be ashamed of your friend)
Girl, I can tell he's been lying
( I can tell he's been lying to you)
And pretending that he's faithful and he loves you
(He's not good for you)

Girl, you don't have to be hiding
Don't you be ashamed to say he hurt you
I'm your girl, you're my girl, we your girls
Don't you know that we love ya

Girl, I can tell you've been crying
(Oh girl, I can tell you been crying)
And you needing somebody to talk to
(I can see it in your eyes)
Girl, I can tell he's been lying
(I can tell he?s been lying)
And pretending that he's faithful and he loves you
(I can see it in you)

Girl, you don't have to be hiding
(I know what your feeling girl)
Don't you be ashamed to say he hurt you
I'm your girl, you're my girl, we your girls
Don't you know that we love ya

Girl, take a good look at yourself
He got you going through hell
We ain't never seen ya down like this
What you mean, you don't need us to help
We known each other too well
I'm your girl, you're my girl, we your girl
And don't you know we love ya

Girl, I can tell you've been crying
And you needing somebody to talk to
Girl, I can tell he's been lying
(I been knowin' you since you was ten
You cannot hide from your friends, girl)
And pretending that he's faithful and he loves you

Girl, you don't have to be hiding
Don't you be ashamed to say he hurt you
I'm your girl, you're my girl, we your girls
Don't you know that we love ya

Girl, I can tell you've been crying
And you needing somebody to talk to
Girl, I can tell he's been lying
And pretending that he's faithful and he loves you

Girl, you don't have to be hiding
Don't you be ashamed to say he hurt you
I'm your girl, you're my girl, we your girls
Don't you know that we love ya

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Take It To The Floor - Lyrics - B2k

Title: Take It To The Floor
Artist: B2k
Composer(s): Shaffer Smith, Rufus Moore, D Thornton, Ne

Lyric:
C'mon
WHOOOO

Ay you know what
This track obviously dont need no talkin' on it, but I gotta do it
Big Tank. let ya'll know, you know what I'm all about
When I take it to the flo'

Is everybody ready
Now I dont mean to brag on mine
But I don't think you know what you done this time, NO
It's no games when I do my thang
I put it on you like whats my name, whats my name
You can't hang believe you can't, but you in tha right place if you came to get spanked
Let me brake you off, to tha trak from Big Tank
No holdin' back, 'cause trust me ya'll can't

I'ma get down low, Best ya know and if
You ain't know, you're about to know and 1
2, 3, 4, Moves or mo'
And get broke like you ain't never been broke before
Now let's go, let's go
You want it, you want it
Then you better get ready 'cause this what you gon' get
Any way you want it
We can take it to the WINDOW to the WALL, or better yet

We can take it to the floor
Tell me what you wanna do wit me
We can take it to the floor
Baby you don't wanna fool wit me

We can take it to the floor
Tell me what you wanna do wit me
We can take it to the floor
Baby you don't wanna fool wit me

Now I don't know who you think you are
But trust when I go, believe I go hard, so hard
So strong baby all night long
I don't stop till the break of dawn, break of dawn
See ma it's an all out war
I bet you leavin' wit your back sore
'Cause I got what you're lookin for
Have 'em comin' back like GIMME SOME MORE

I'ma get down Low, best ya know and if
You ain't know, you're about to know and 1
2, 3, 4, Moves some more
Get ya broke like you never been before
Let's go, lets go
You want it, you want it
Then you better get ready 'cause this what you gonna get
Any way you want it
We can take it to the WINDOW to the WALL, or better yet

We can take it to the floor
Tell me what you wanna do wit me
We can take it to the floor
Baby you don't wanna fool wit me

Tip divin', so socializin'
Temperatures risin' we on the floor we grindin'
Can you imagine if I put all my time in
Girl you'd be gone, my love hit like a lineman
This ain't no game ma
I ain't jus rhymin' and I ain't panilly ain't no panamimin'
Look I jus wanna get wit you
Jus woop in tha coupe wit you
I don't care what dese roosters do
Ain't tha first dude tryin' to floss all his loot
You been a bad girl I gotta spank ya
I had a good workout now I gotta thank ya
Yeah I told you to get grown wit it
Wit dat booty you shouldn't have left home wit it
Gon' get it, gon' get it, get it girl
I'ma squirrel just tryin' to get a nut go where, to tha FLO'

We can take it to the floor
Tell me what you wanna do wit me
We can take it to the floor
Baby you don't wanna fool wit me

We can take it to the floor
Tell me what you wanna do wit me
We can take it to the floor
Baby you don't wanna fool wit me

We can take it to the floor
Tell me what you wanna do wit me
We can take it to the floor
Baby you don't wanna fool wit me

We can take it to the floor
Tell me what you wanna do wit me
We can take it to the floor
Baby you don't wanna fool wit me

Get 'em Get 'em
Get O, get 'em
Get 'em O
Get 'em O, get 'em

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Unit - Lay You Down - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Lay You Down
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Christopher C Lloyd, Curtis James Jackson, John W Woloschuk, David Darnell Brown

Lyric:
G-Unit, they ain't ready
Ahh

I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down
Don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

I've been out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long
I'm fin ta Crip walk and put some motherfuckin' khakis on
Naw that's aight man I ain't got nothin' to prove
I'm rich but I still live like I got nothin' to lose

Look man, I don't know what you been drinkin'
I don't know what you been thinkin'
But get outta line and Snoop's upside ya head
The media they write whatever they choose
And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
These other rap niggas couldn't walk in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was payin' my dues

They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin'
Well tell them niggas to get poppin' and stop frontin'
You heard of me but do you know how I get down
Stay with a vest on, roll wit a couple tre pounds?
In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now
I'll start some bullshit and I'ma lay ya punk ass down

I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down
Don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

Hittin' niggas from long range for writin' the wrong thangs
My name Young Buck but I look like a old man
Just 'cuz I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas disappear like Lil Zane

See Buck been shot, but not more than 50
I don't dance, what I look like signin' wit Diddy?
I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me
And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin'

What's in my hand? A tan 'bout a hundred and sixty
Hollow tips, four fifths with the rubber grip
Crips and Bloods they show me love like I'm claimin' a set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check

I get a kick outta seein' these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that's why your show got canceled
50 whatever they did to the kid is handled
Niggas callin' for these features but they get no answers
Fuck y'all niggas

I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down
Don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

Everywhere we go, just leaves number one
We won't stop, every billboard chart
We number one, number one, number one
Man we own that slot, we won't stop

I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down
Don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

A bitch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her
Nigga all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper
And I don't mean a soda
The 16 top shot loader'll bend ya ass up like yoga
Your fuckin' wit a soldier
I'm sellin' tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder
So please keep talkin', so we can spread your feet
And have you on your boulevard C walkin'

The birds keep hawkin', why?
'Cuz I'm burnin' every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I don't argue
I'll leave a print on your ass from a karate kick
Them niggas that I be wit, got guns on the big body tip
And if they pull out, you'd prolly shit
Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures
Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas

Shit! Pull that back

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Delima - Lyrics - Nelly

Title: Delima
Artist: Nelly
Composer(s): Cornell Haynes, Kenneth Gamble, Antoine Macon, Bunny Sigler

Lyric:
Uh uh
Check it, check it
Uh uh uh

I, love you and I, need you
Nelly, I love you, I do
Need you

No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo
Boy, ya know I'm crazy over you
No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo
Ya know I'm crazy over you

I met this chick and she just moved right up the block from me
And she got the hots for me, the finest thing I've ever seen
But oh, no, no, she gotta man and a son though
But that's okay 'cause I
Wait for my cue and just listen play my position like
A short stop, pick up everything mommy hittin'

And in no time, I'm gonna make this friend mine
And that's for sure
'Cause I, I never been the type to break-up a happy home
But somethin' 'bout baby gurl, I just can't leave alone
So tell me ma what's it gonna be? Sshe said
"You don't know what you mean to me"

No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo
Boy ya know I'm crazy over you
No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo
Ya know I'm crazy over you

I see a lot and you lookin' I never say a word
I know how niggas thought, trippin', and hurt up on their girls
And there's no way-ay Nelly go
(I ain't fightin' ova no dame)
Fight over no dame-ame as you can see
But I like your steeze, your style, your whole demeanor
The way you come through and holla
And swoop me in his two-seater

Now that's gangsta and I got special ways to thank ya
Don't you forget it
But it ain't that easy for you to pack up and leave him
But you and me got ties for different reasons
I respect that
And right before I turned to leave
She said, she said, she said
"You don't know what you mean to me"

No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo
Boy ya know I'm crazy over you
No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo
Ya know I'm crazy over you

Sing it for me Kelly
And I love you, word?
And I need you, Nelly I love you
I do, come on girl and it's more than you'll ever know
Boy it's for sure, you can always count on my love
Forever more yeah

East coast, sunny ya shakin' right
Down south, funny ya your bouncin' right
West coast, sunny ya walkin' right
You don't know what you mean to me
Mid west, I see ya swingin' right

No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo
Boy ya know I'm crazy over you
No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo
Ya know I'm crazy over you

East coast, sunny ya shakin' right
Down south, funny ya your bouncin' right
West coast, sunny ya walkin' right
You don't know what you mean to me
Mid west, I see ya swingin' right

East coast, ya still shakin' right
Down south, I see your bouncin' right dirty
West coast, I know ya walkin' right 'coz
You don't know what you mean to me
Mid west, your still swingin' right

No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo
Boy ya know I'm crazy over you
No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo
Ya know I'm crazy over you

Yeah, yeah
East coast, sunny ya shakin' right
Down south, funny ya your bouncin' right
West coast, sunny ya walkin' right
You don't know what you mean to me
Mid west, I see ya swingin' right

East coast, ya still shakin' right
Down south, I see your bouncin' right
West coast, I know ya walkin' right
You don't know what you mean to me
Mid west, your still swingin' right

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Get Ya Shit Together - Lyrics - T.I.

Title: Get Ya Shit Together
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): K Jones, Clifford Harris, Scott Storch

Lyric:
As you can see the O.G.'s from Grand Hustle
Done laid it down again, T.I.P. Shawty
A man, this for all my home girls that like to see a baller do his thing
(Get ya shit together, come on)

All the 8's, 9's, and dimes
I like to welcome ya'll to the best time
Of ya life, ya, understand that
All the stones are real and its chrome on all the wheels
Ya, know, anythin' less is uncivilized

Aye, I pull up to the club, lift both doors up
Hopped out clean and ya hoes choose us
Walked in the door make the show hold up
'Cause my neck and my bracelet was so froze up

The kind of stones bitches wanna see close up
So we don't approach them, they comin' and approach us
Roll the dro up then go post up
Look down cause that's where its gonna go, sho nuff

In the V.I.P. and all eyes on us
Hoes chill, poppin' pills, blowin' dro no duff
Whatcha say you got a man, so what
I don't know him, and baby he don't know her

I got a new phatom and my own chauffeur
Ya, think ya finna be thinkin' 'bout him, no sir
Probably prefer to tell ya man goodnight
And she don't wanna know what the good life look like

If you ain't gettin' money goodnight
I know what a broke nigga look like
When you ridin' in your wheels, get ya shit together
Boy, then diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together

Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If that head and that pussy get right
And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together
Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together

Hey, I'm off the scene with Louis the 13th
Chains swing to my jeans, and my T-shirt clean
In case you been researchin', I'm the King
With a style as mean as the earth seems

Chest on ice, and my wrist on gleam
30 karats in the ring, money ain't no thing
You think I'm playin', but I ain't jokin'
The dro king, if it ain't purple, I ain't smokin'

Rubber band bank rolls, 50 thousand dollar cheddar knots
Try to shine, is you out your mind, boy you better not
I walk around with more money than you ever got
Shrewd attitude like I never had to sell a rock

Shawty I can get you in whatever spot
Backstage, front row, what I got to front for
I'm gettin' bored, don't even know what I stunt for
Got a lotta rides, what it hurts to cope one more

If you ain't gettin' money goodnight
I know what a broke nigga look like
When you ridin' in your wheels, get ya shit together
Boy, then diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together

Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If that head and that pussy get right
And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together
Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together

To all my hot girls, if you wanna come chill
Let's roll on chrome wheels, let me tell you what it is
We finna throw a little party at the crib
Where the floors tricked out and the rooms like ill

The basements cool, but the pools unreal
Where that millionaire lives, shit remains concealed
So pop a pill, put on your blindfold
I'm hittin' the dance floor, and grab eighty-nine more

Let 'em know we on the way, where they been tryin' to go
I knew I had 'em when they asked me
"What kind of diamonds are those"
Headed to the spot, pourin' double shots of XO
Play the, "Love Below", and watch 'em undress slow

Flicks on the flat screen, make 'em want to, "Get low"
And spit shine this dick of mine until it gets swole
When they kick it with the king, they don't wanna let go
So whatcha gonna tell a nigga, when he tells ya, "Let's go"

If you ain't gettin' money goodnight
I know what a broke nigga look like
When you ridin' in your wheels, get ya shit together
Boy, then diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together

Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If that head and that pussy get right
And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together
Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together

If you ain't gettin' money goodnight
I know what a broke nigga look like
When you ridin' in your wheels, get ya shit together
Boy, then diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together

Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If that head and that pussy get right
And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together
Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Nahmeanuheard - Lyrics - N.O.R.E.

Title: Nahmeanuheard
Artist: N.O.R.E.
Composer(s): Kevin Ravenell, Victor Santiago, Timothy Barclift, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
{N O R E
Where my skateboarding niggas at?}

I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you bitches heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you all heard
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Tell me you heard

I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you bitches heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you all heard
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Tell me you heard

Yo, yo, yo, yo pull that nigga over
Snatch the nigga out the Rover
Dat dat dat, gun shots all over
And I wasn't there, but if I was
There'd been a lot more gun shots goin' off then they was
So, tell 'em hoes to fix they wig
You see my stomach all round, my dick all big
And my guns come mixed like Robin kids

N O fuck ya life, snatch ya ice
And my coke come white, like Barkley wife
Can't stand how, these niggas be frontin'
Dumpin' off 8 shots, ain't hurtin nuttin'
And who gives a fuck 'bout, who's lyrics is better?
As long as my shit is dope when I put it together
Me and Swizz with another one, hot forever
And you can call Violator, for show that you whoof
I like a Swizz Beat, shit already come with a hook, it go

I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you bitches heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you all heard
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Tell me you heard

I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you bitches heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you all heard
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Tell me you heard

Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo it's hope sittin', motherfuckers know me
Everytime I drop an album, niggas O D
Though I send slugs at ya, and ruin your day
Your like "Man there's holes in me, it won't go away"
And I'm a straight surgeon, I'll change ya face up
You'll have no ear, when I lace ya shape up
'Cause really N O, I don't fuck with niggas
And if you even met me, you just a lucky nigga

Niggas always talk about how much jewels they got
But nigga I talk guns, that's usually hot
And 9 times out of 10 they gon' usually pop
It's like herpes, it won't go away, it stay hot
Man, I be spittin' like these niggas is dead
'Cause I'm a get my money, these niggas is dead
So what, I be hype, I be ready to buc
From the closet, I keep my fuckin' gear in the truck, it go

I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you bitches heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you all heard
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Tell me you heard

I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you bitches heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you all heard
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Tell me you heard

Yo, yo, yo, got the Lap Truck, tell them hoes to lap up
Hit me on the 2-way, my phone is tapped up
Matter of fact, don't even hit me, it's too much low
But if ya hit me on the pager, then use them codes
I got the feds on me, I'm supplying the coke
And don't flash no money, I act tight broke
'Cause man, I'm in this game with somethin' to prove
Only been a hood tour, no smoke to groove

I was on a record label that loved to loose
No promotions, lucky when we hit the news
Beef, it don't bother us, we got God with us
Rip some pieces of niggas, we got 'card with us
Man, Swizz'd drop it, I'm ready to do it
Don't think a nigga nice, these niggas is stupid
Man, signed a deal, rap'd sell
And these niggas straight gay, these niggas is squeel, it go

I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you bitches heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you all heard
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Tell me you heard

I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you bitches heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you all heard
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Tell me you heard

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

What It Do - Lyrics - Don't Talk Just Listen - B5

Title: What It Do
Album: Don't Talk Just Listen
Artist: B5
Composer(s): Steven L Russell, Robin Tadross, Damon E Thomas, Steven Bishop, Eric Dawkins, Harvey Jay Mason

Lyric:
Let's go, let's go
Jump in the ride with me, baby
Let's go

Never seen you around here before
Girl, you're so hard to ignore
Just how you look into me
Baby, what it do?

Let me put some on your mind
Girl, I really want you to be mine
Baby, give me a chance
I don't care if you got a man

The way you floss, the way you talk
It's more then just your sexy walk
I gotta let you know that I'm feeling you

Baby, what it do?
Don't you wanna be the one
I'm spendin' on, be my love
Don't you want the finner things
Don't ya, girl, don't ya?

Baby, what it do?
Jump in the ride with me, baby, let's go
I'ma give you anything, baby
I know you wanna be the one
Don't ya girl, don't ya
Baby, what it do?

Is it crazy for me to think
That we could be a future thing?
It's a trip what you do to me
Baby, what it do?

I gotta put some on your mind
'Cause it's sho' puttin' some on mine
Could be on and poppin'
If you feelin' it, ain't nothin' stoppin'

The way you floss, the way you talk
It's more then just your sexy walk
I gotta let you know that I'm feeling you

Baby, what it do?
Don't you wanna be the one
I'm spendin' on, be my love
Don't you want the finner things
Don't ya, girl, don't ya?

Baby, what it do?
Jump in the ride with me, baby, let's go
I'ma give you anything, baby
I know you wanna be the one
Don't ya, girl, don't ya
Baby, what it do?

Shawty, listen, you can die with an option or live with a choice
Wanna try how to drop, spin or roll in a Royce
You lovin', he got soul in his voice
So cold he can flow in the snow, leave it froze if it's moist

You by my side has become my whole object
Open your eyes to things you haven't tried yet
Let me know am I making progress
You might wanna tell me no but your body is screamin' ah yes

God Bless, I must confess
I think it's more than your smile and your style of dress
I'm down for the whole mile I guess
But if your man try to flip, we gon' see who can wile the best

He just vexed cause we next and I'm lampin' with Puffy
Playboy mad because his main girl want me
Dude don't know nothin', trust me
But your [Incomprehensible] right now I'ma make you love me

Baby, what it do ?
Don't you wanna be the one
I'm spendin' on, be my love
Don't you want the finner things
Don't ya, girl, don't ya?

Baby, what it do?
Jump in the ride with me, baby, let's go
I'ma give you anything, baby
I know you wanna be the one
Don't ya, girl, don't ya?

Baby, what it do ?
Don't you wanna be the one
I'm spendin' on, be my love
Don't you want the finner things
Don't ya, girl, don't ya?

Baby, what it do?
Jump in the ride with me, baby, let's go
I'ma give you anything, baby
I know you wanna be the one
Don't ya, girl, don't ya?

Baby, what it do?
Don't you wanna be the one
I'm spendin' on, be my love
Don't you want the finner things
Don't ya, girl, don't ya?

Baby, what it do?
Jump in the ride with me, baby, let's go
I'ma give you anything, baby
I know you wanna be the one
Don't ya, girl, don't ya?

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

No Snitchin' - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: No Snitchin'
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello A Valenzano, Bernard James Freeman, Hakeem Seriki

Lyric:
He needs, he needs
He needs someone to call

This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas
North side, South side, chunk ya deuce up
Gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas
East side, West side, chunk ya deuce up

Plenty niggas get they head turned red for da bread
They start off with da information load it up in ya head
Couldn't hold it so it turned out it's somethin' he said
Wut he tell da Feds he need someone to call

Yeah, your decision was to snitch and they was there to listen
When he told what he know said they barely was trippin'
Less time now da niggas in a better position
Unless you count the fact that the streets know he was snitchin'

He was lookin' at a 30 but he only did 10
How your years turn to months can he tell you dat and
He ain't really gotta answer just the sweat in his hands
Will he make it out to make it, mmm well it depends

Everybody know the info you was tellin' ya friends
Plus the streets know the deals that you made with the pen
Russian Roulette yep nigga bet the barrel will spin
You hear that yea nigga that's the sound of revenge

Walk down the right road 'cuz the streets are so cold
You betta take ya life slow or you'll miss it
Listen to da G-Code if you know what I know
Then you'll keep yo mouth closed we dont tolerate snitches

This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas
North side, South side, chunk ya deuce up
Gangstas, real niggas ballas, trill niggas
East side, West side chunk ya deuce up

If you gon' live that crime life I hope you hold dat 9 tight
You live life like a pussy then dat's probably what you die like
I neva eva loved a sucka them ain't really my type
Rat snakes yea Mayne the game is full of wild-life

Don't wanna do no time right? You wanna live that high life
Like go withdrawal have a hundred thousand in ya eye sight
Enter ya crib see the clouds peepin' through ya skylight
You be a copycat [Incomprehensible] ,'cuz mine right

That's what he told me but I didn't listen
Doin' crime for a dime wasn't my intention
You insane think his name sumin' I will mention
Only snitches need someone to tell

A lot a niggas in the game hustlin' doin' they thing
Usin' codes on the phone with they usual slang
If you know what he know then you won't say a thing
You wouldn't need someone to tell

Careful 'bout the life you lead ain't smart with ya life you plead
The streets will ignite ya T like you ain't got the right to breathe
To choke on da realness reality is what the fake
Don't know how to deal with

Words leak from the teeth but he'll say seal it
Then go get a undercover brother he can chill with
Find a nigga that be hustlin' to make a deal with
But the streets will hold court for him and'll deal with it

Walk down the right road 'cuz the streets are so cold
You betta take ya life slow or you'll miss it
Listen to da G-Code if you know what I know
Then you'll keep yo mouth closed we don't tolerate snitches

This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas
North side, South side, chunk ya deuce up
Gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas
East side, West side, chunk ya deuce up

This for the G's street jugglin' move da fire
When you talkin' what you talkin' it ain't through the wire
Police pull you over now they callin' you a liar
You got amnesia don't even know the dude beside ya

You don't know, you ain't sayin', you ain't heard what he said
Told you a closed mouth ain't gon' neva get Fed
Now a open mouth'll get you county instead of the Feds
Some scared niggas speak up so they'll be less in the red

Niggas can't deal with no 95 so they day-to-day budgeters
It's the hustlers that get put away by the customers
Upway you're upstate, niggas use to be southerners
Here the streets make the laws and don't answer the governors

We're the niggas that's too real to even snitch on a snitch
But make a snitch turn to puff with a flick of the wrist
That ain't gon' get in arguments just go get you a clip
And they gon' think about the consequences let 'em repent

Walk down the right road,'cuz the streets is so cold
You betta take ya life slow or you'll miss it
Listen to da G-Code if you know what I know
Then you'll keep yo mouth closed we don't tolerate snitches

This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas
North side, South side, chunk ya deuce up
Gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas
East side, West side, chunk ya deuce up
Chunk ya deuce up, chunk ya deuce up

Man hold up you a real nigga
And you ain't got nuthin' to say
When they come question you
Just keep it 100 and go on ahead and
Chunk ya deuce up

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Whipped - Lyrics - Heart, Soul, And A Voice - Jon Secada

Title: Whipped
Album: Heart, Soul, And A Voice
Artist: Jon Secada
Composer(s): Jon Secada, Tom Mcwilliams

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Lyric:
I'm a man, I'm a man such a loving man
Understand that I'm strong and I know I belong
That's why there's no way you can say what you say
Without feeling that way I got to go away

Got to go away, I ain't playing swaying
I ain't making no waves make no promises
There's no second best, more or less win or lose
I'm looking for the truth, looking for the truth, yeah

It's the real thing
Just what love can bring

Be whipped from the outside
Be whipped from the inside
Be whipped from the outside
Whipped from the inside looking for something

Don't know what I want, oh oh
Don't know what I want, oh oh
Don't know what I want, oh oh
Know what I want

It's a shame, it's a shame must get out of this shell
Feel life so sweet happiness complete
Is it possible, I can come to terms
So I come to learn just what I believe

Drop the act, it's a fact, there's a master plan
There's always a plan 'cause you will and you can
What you know, you don't know so admit and commit
Be a part of my world, be a part of my world, yeah

Be a part of my world
See this side of my world

Be whipped from the outside
Be whipped from the inside
Be whipped from the outside
Whipped from the inside looking for something

Don't know what I want, oh oh
Don't know what I want, oh oh
Don't know what I want, oh oh
Know, know what I want

And see what I feel
The future is clear
Baby, do you see what I see
Right now, you know, I know, you know, what is real
Let me tell you what I feel

It's the real thing
Only just what love can bring

Be whipped from the outside
Be whipped from the inside
Be whipped from the outside
Whipped from the inside looking for something

Be whipped from the outside
Be whipped from the inside
Be whipped from the outside
Whipped from the inside looking for something

Don't know what I want, oh oh
Don't know what I want, oh oh
Don't know what I want, know
Don't know what I want

Don't know what I want, oh oh
Don't know what I want, oh oh
Don't know what I want, oh oh
Tell ya, I just don't know what I want

Be whipped from the outside
Be whipped from the inside
Be whipped from the outside
Whipped from the inside looking for something

Be whipped from the outside
Be whipped from the inside
Be whipped from the outside
Whipped from the inside looking for something

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Can'T Give It Up - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Can'T Give It Up
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Bryon Mccane, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

My life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday
They tell me the world is mine but shit I don't want it, who want it?
How could it be mine and I'm still hungry, still hungry
Lost and lonely, so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend

But I predicted this endin', back in the day
'Cause I had visions of bad decisions knew niggaz would go astray
Although we pray and we pray and we pray
We do but still wanna make the loot

No more united, divided we fall, nigga and hard
We all dealt fucked up cards but don't complain
Just play the hand that you was dealt
You play 'em right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail

It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction
'Cause I, could look at the piece of the puzzle
It ain't no love involved everything we was dissolved
We all hard as one, but together we raw

And there ain't a nigga that can fuck wit that
We split up, we tied up, my nigga wassup wit that
Lettin' the devil get in, to the pen, devils pretendin' to be friends
We was taken by that snake in the grass

Should of stuck the nigga fast
Yeah, that motherfuckin' snake in the grass
We dropped our guards and he got inside us like a virus
Now our family reunion done turned into a family crisis

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

I was never on some solo shit
Always down to roll and blow a head off
He dead off and don't know me, don't tell me you love me
When I was lonely and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church

And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death
When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
I think the world is just collapsin'
But I'm still rappin' get it all off my chest

So I came back to the action
When the bird was flyin', low, and laughin'
Family bashin' 'til it just happened
Then Wally passed and he asked me, "Wasn't it tragic?"

Louie askin' me if he'll ever come back so hard
We tell the truth, no use in beatin' around the bush
Baby I'm sorry, it's all in the game, throwin' up blood
Fuck it Layz', let's sign our life away

Now see me? I ain't givin' up a motherfuckin' thang
It's hard to come by and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walkbys
And you don't want that, neither do I
But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler, hustler

High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine
Even if it mean murder, gettin' caught, fuck it let me fry
Know it's hectic, niggaz start shit nowadays
But I'm a hustler just like you, don't bring that shit my way

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Hell naw I'll be thugged out nigga, turned out nigga
Runnin' wit niggaz thats killas
The realest that be shermed out nigga
Spittin' my prophecy ain't no stoppin' me

I'm comin' through with the motherfuckin' shotty
I really don't wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati
Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I.
I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C.

Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you
Blast you, hit 'em up like 'Pac did
Take 'em hostage, terrorize and torture
Your ghetto resource'll be pay back, pay back

Little Lay dat, young nigga with scrilla
And bitch I thought you knew
You got a beam on me? I got a beam on you
You fuck wit me? I'ma fuck wit you

Bitch, like it always be
Y'all bitches gon' have to kill me, feel me!
You gon' have to pop me, to even try to stop me from grindin'
I'm leavin' you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us

All the nigga know what the hood like
In the streets gotta get that good life
Sellin' that, yeah, up under the street light
It's the hood life, don't fight

A nigga want out but just can't get out
So I guess I gots to face it
All them dreams of havin big thangs
I'm still gon' chase it

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

Here they come, wait can I bark talk Bone, jumpin' it feelin'
Better now, better hit 'em with the future shot
But feelin' like Pac, that's what the guy thought
But this shit don't stop, I send much love to the pop

Droppin' this shit today, we kickin' this thug music
Better love us, so when I love smokin' buds on the bus
See we gone sells out that'll make you lust
My nigga don't play too close, my thugs in heaven and shit

My niggas'll pop with the pistols, and snap out the holsters
And cover a snitch all wet
Why the fuck could not he write me S E T for the second sincerely
We baggin' 'em up rollin' niggas and throwin' 'em in the wasteland

Soldier, told ya nigga we gone have our time
Like daughters in heaven don't tell him, on his knee
He's fell, he better hope he don't fall victim
Niggas pick up another, then they run

But I'm through with the body bitch ah
But when they want it, yea he just in the business
Flesh givin' you pain or pleasure, whatever you want I'ma bring
Young, but them package you'll be impressed

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)
...

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