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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Don'T Start With Me - Lyrics - Michelle Wright

Title: Don'T Start With Me
Artist: Michelle Wright
Composer(s): Steve Bogard, Michael Clark

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Lyric:
I know what you're feeling inside
Hunger that can cut like a knife
I can see the wanting in you
I know 'cause I'm feeling it too
But I don't want you tonight
I want forever

Don't start with me
Unless you're gonna love me endlessly
Until you're through with all your used-to-be's
Look in my eyes
And tell me that you're never gonna tell me lies
You say you've never broken a heart
Baby, don't start with me

I'm ready to believe what you say
That this is more than just the love that we'll make
But if there is a shadow of doubt
Baby, turn and walk away now
'Cause losing you would tear me apart
Once we're together

Don't start with me
Unless you're gonna love me endlessly
Until you're through with all your used-to-be's
Look in my eyes
And tell me that you're never gonna tell me lies
You say you've never broken a heart
Baby, don't start with me

I don't want to learn
That all it's about is now
'Cause when I begin to burn
I don't want the fire going out

Don't start with me
Unless you're gonna love me endlessly
Until you're through with all your used-to-be's
Look in my eyes
And tell me that you're never gonna tell me lies
You say you've never broken a heart
Baby, don't start with me

Unless you're gonna love me endlessly
Until you're through will all your used-to-be's
Look in my eyes
And tell me that you're never gonna tell me lies
You've never broken a heart
Baby, don't start with me

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Enemies With Me - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Enemies With Me
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Kevin Rhames, Katari Cox, Buddy L Hank, Keith Boxley, George Jr Clinton, Eric Sadler, Christopher Walker, Roger Parker, Randy Walker, O'Shea Jackson, Tupac Shakur, Steven Arrington, Charles Cedel Carter, David L Spradley, Mutah Beale, Malcolm Greenidge, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Young Thugs in this motherfucker
Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble
Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me

Some say my criminal experience is legendary
I do what's necessary
Niggas wanna see me burried, worried, if you coming hurried
I ain't going down, fuck the world I'm a thug

Tell 'em can't nothing stop me but a slug
I went from drug dealing to a shot caller
From off the block, no longer rock
And putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller

Bitch nigga I'm prepared to die, before I fry
I hit the weed so I be forever high
My eyes has seen so much in misery, so before I flee
I open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed

Bitches don't wanna see me leave, forever thugging
Tell 'em bury me a G on everything I love
And fuck the law 'cause the raw niggas ain't free
This picture's clear but we can't see

This game is jealousy, don't let 'em change
That's what they keep on telling me, motherfuck the fame
I can't sleep 'cause I keep hearing peeps
Loving masters wrapped in my sheets

Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
Rather fuck with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me, nigga
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
Fuck with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me

The game is getting deeper with this I couldn't stop, I'm reminising
And having flashbacks when them niggas came up missing
Wish in my heart, these niggas they ain't have to start
Now therefore they gotta see in dark

Played the part with heart when we spark they part
Running silly through the court, they don't really wanna start
How you wanna do? Yo K, anyway
These motherfuckers wanna play we can do it all day

So I stay, sipping on my aray to keep my head fine
And I'm where? Everywhere from here to bedtime
And I squeeze when I say I'm coming
Straight gunning on enemies if it's really me that they wanting
'Cause it ain't nothing, Y'all niggas is fronting
Do you really want it? Niggas dying

Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me

Now, we're in '94, Niggas get bust through the do'
Cup in a flash sittin' on that ass and rarely fold
Galitter tell 'em bout that trife shit you wanna fight?
I wanna light shit, you lose your life bitch

A nigga struggle too hard for what I got hustle
And doubled every fucking yard that I cop and stop
Hell nah! I coulnd't see it
Facing a century in the penatentury but so be it

And Jesus couldn't help me out the state
Prepare for an early date to see my fate at the Pearly Gate
But wait No time for stalling but death is calling
You wanna stomp on it somebody's gotta start falling

True, what I do from sun up is for a come up
Wake up with my gun up, 'cause when I sneak that's when they run up
So It's time to spray like Ray
And put the freeze on these fake Gs, you know how we do

Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me, nigga
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd Rather fuck with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me

What nigga? Young motherfucking thugs, let's out do it
Don't make enemies with me nigga
Y'all better fuck with these other niggas
And I don't see it

Don't make enemies with me
Motherfuckers is fatal nigga
I swear by the Gods
Don't make enemies with me nigga

Niggas gonna see they caskets fucking with these bastards
Don't make enemies with me
It's for all these motherfuckers that's swearing to God
That they be doing something

That they touching something
That they being something
Y'all niggas ain't shit
That's on my mama bring the drama, nigga

Young Thugs, fuck the drugs
These niggas making records, y'all niggas best to check it
'Cause y'all gonna get yo asshole tore
They tearing patches out you niggas ass

All y'all niggas, I don't give a fuck who you running with
This is thug life nigga, the new generation motherfucker
Young Thugs we chin checking all you junior high school motherfuckers
Y'all better feel this shit, don't make enemies with these niggas

You better be friendly motherfucker, I swear to God
We running through, smile from handshake

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Don'T Mess With Me - Lyrics - Notorious K.I.M. - Lil' Kim

Title: Don'T Mess With Me
Album: Notorious K.I.M.
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Kim Jones, G Gill, C Wade, D Angelettie, K West

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Lyric:
Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
(You see some niggaz don't know how to act)
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(So I'm about to get on some Left Eye shit)
Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
(And start burnin down niggaz cribs)
Don't you mess around with me

When we met, I can't front, I was all in your shit
Even though I was a bitch playin' hard to get
'Cause see I never felt this way in my life
It didn't take long before you made me your wife

Shoppin' sprees and puttin' money in my pockets
Pictures of you inside my heart-shaped lockets
And my girls, knew you wasn't no good
They told me 'bout them broads you was fuckin' in the hood

You said I was a diamond and you was like a pearl
So daddy how could you do this to your baby girl?
Memories, is all it brings when I look at my rings
And 'Heartbreaker' is the song I sing

Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
(Do you know who I am?)
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin' with me)

Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Hehe, yeah, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me
(You don't wanna mess around)

Breakfast in Paris, dinner in Milan
Sex on the beach, yeah we had it goin' on
Then one day you hid my birth control pills
Said the way I sucked your dick it had you head over heels

When you got rich I helped you run your company
For eleven years and now you wanna dump me?
And just to think, I was about to have a baby for you
And then some bitch you was fuckin' said she was havin' one too

You wrong, nigga dead wrong, you know the song
After the fight, the other night and we both went to jail
I burnt all your clothes up, I was 'Waiting to Exhale'

Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(You don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
(I'm the Queen Bitch)
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin' with me)

Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Hmm, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me
(Yeah, now hold that)

Now I'm back to my old ways, like in the old days
Flirtin', not givin' a fuck
Got you lookin' in the mirror sayin', "Damn"
Sick thinkin' 'bout the next man fuckin' this tight pussy

Niggaz want me even though they got a honey
If I'ma be number two, they givin' me some hush money
Ask Whitney, I learned how to break a heart from you
'Cause when a woman's fed up, it ain't nuttin' you can do

I'm that bitch, don't you ever forget
Witchu when you rich or when you ain't have shit
Now he cryin', he beggin', "Kim let me come back"
Like Mark Morrison

Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(You don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin' with me)

Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Y'all niggaz don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
('Cause I'm not the one)

Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
Heartbreaker, dream maker, you're a

Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
Heartbreaker, dream maker

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Bring Da Beef - Lyrics - Powerballin' - Chingy

Title: Bring Da Beef
Album: Powerballin'
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Richard Anderson, Alonzon Lee, Howard Bailey, Larry Pullman, Shamar Daugherty, Kai Simms, Carl Bowers

Lyric:
Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin' wild
'Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style
Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes
Make money with my partners as I murder my foes

In all black clothes like the Grim Reaper
It's G.I.B. and I'm my brother's keeper
Richie Rich will chop his fingers with the axe
These trick-ass cowards should be wearin' tampax

What ya think this is, huh, a lifetime story
Man, I'm knockin' cowards off of my riders before me
Lay it down, muthafucka and quit bumpin' your gums
Ain't no peace in the slums just bums and crumbs

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

Police say G.I.B. is a game
But we just hooded up doin' our family thing
Straight hang and swang in the city of Kang
Increasin' my change to an impeccable range

That you can't reach, if you listen I'll teach
Of course I'm a beast on them tracks I release
Whether East or West, I'll envision a check
That my show pay, I'm a predator, hey

So where's my prey 'cuz it's possible for me to be poppin' today
I'll keep rockin' the [Incomprehensible] in the home of your place
Bet you won't wanna stay
Keep the chrome in your face, betta watch what you say, hey

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

I'm [Incomprehensible] disturbin' the streets
Money's my mission but the way I live ain't no guarantees
Just visions of casualties sworn to municipalities
Got 'em after me 'cuz a coward chose to speak on how I'll eat

But I don't play when it comes to my meat
Like The Isley Brothers leave 'em layin' between the sheets
See we Get It Boyz and know we roll with the heat
If money got a problem, tell him he gon' get beat

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

I'll put you lames in the place where you're eternally restin'
And for that player-hatin' testin', you gon' meet the Smith and Wesson
'Cuz these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times
Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas kickin' in your door time

We're deep with the artillery, impose on your spot
Plenty G's, plus, a silly G, I'll get your ass knocked
Ridin' in a minivan, contraband in my hand
Find these buzzards, split their wig that is my master plan

I don't start it but I finish it a true gun blazer
OGM and H-man, them some true hell raisers
From the WMPG, Northside [Incomprehensible] street
Stay equipped with the heat
So we can take it to the street, yo, bitch niggas

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

Bring da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really want it)
Keep the heat with me
(So don't run up on me)

All my people see
(Y'all don't really want it)
Betta not fuck wit me
('Cuz our hood is on it)

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Friday, August 13, 2010

It'S A Set Up - Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Title: It'S A Set Up
Album: Kuruption!
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Ricardo Brown, Anthony Moody

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Lyric:
Let's do it doggs, ring ding dong
Bitch, bitch, yeah, what, what, what, what, what?
Beeitch, set up, set up, set up, beeitch, it's a set up
What they're doing? They're trying to

They're trying to set me up, they're trying to set me up
They wanna set me up, they wanna set me up
They're trying to set me up, they're trying to set me up
They're trying to set me up but check it out

This is it, call it how you wanna call it
Brawling, call in the headhunter, start headhunting
How do you want it? I said we could spread arms
Bust and stare, you wanna snatch a life, is that right?

Wanna get rich ass nigga, snitch ass nigga
Fake switch bitch ass nigga, in to get lynched ass nigga
Ain't nothing to it, raw doggs doing the lynching, master assassins
Henchmen, the whole world's against me

It's a million to one, Kurupt with one gun and a whole backyard of ammo
Dump these lumps in nigga's backs like a camel
Get torn and worn just like sandals, now his willy came to an end
You see that nigga he ride with, do him in

This nigga's so sweet, he got my girl to set me
Got her with the tech to tack me and disconnect me
There's no holds barred when you're playing Russian roulette
They're trying to catch me, lay me down and sketch me

Young gotti, [Incomprehensible]
Bringing the whole fucking entourage of murderous minds
I don't know who rides with a mental dome, who will and who won't
Trust me, they all wanna bust me, it's a set up

I don't give a fuck who you bring to the table
And I don't give a fuck who you got with you
You played me, you're Kane and I'm Abel
Now the ammo drops, watch 'fore the Glock hits you, it's a set up

Don't you know? You fuck around with death sentinel
If you didn't learn you'd better start learning, it's a set up nigga
Aiming, bust and hit your left and you're cold
And that's how motherfuckers get murdered

Hit the crew, fuck a sun roof, this car is dirty
Dirty, dirty, buster, dirty motherfuckers
Holler at the big homie slop, what up slop?
Hit me on the hip, hit it quick on the dick
Get this rap slapped in the clip

You see this black nigga, you'd better duck him
Thorough, in every neighborhood and borough, like motherfuck 'em
Yeah you know me, oh you wanna show me a thang or two
How y'all do, nigga show me, creep through slowly

Friction, I can feel it all around me, my intuition
L A gang bang mentality got me on a violent spree, violently
Busting, dusting niggaz off silently
I ain't even trying to be what I can be or could handle
But niggaz trying to make me an example

Go over to the west, niggaz wanna feud
Go back to the east, niggaz wanna feud
I'm 'bout to go to the north and south to see, what
Are y'all niggaz on that same fucking bullshit, 'cuz I don't know

I don't give a fuck who you bring to the table
And I don't give a fuck who you got with you
You played me, you're Kane and I'm Abel
Now the ammo drops, watch 'fore the Glock hits you, it's a set up

Don't you know? You fuck around with death sentinel
If you didn't learn you'd better start learning, it's a set up nigga
Aiming, bust and hit your left and you're cold
And that's how motherfuckers get murdered

It's a set up motherfucker, what, set up
I'm tired of these bitch ass niggaz, it's a set up nigga

Can't help it, hoes come through
Me set, I know 'em, they're out to set me
They wanna get me, get the homies
The rainstorm's coming and every motherfucker's trying to wet me

Yo it's unforgettable, no you can't touch me
Clutch me like a mic and do just what you like?
Hell no nigga, even though you dislike me
You wanna be just like me, niggaz they despite me

See all the homies, I make loot like spike lee
Dozens, rolling through with me, my homies and my cousins
I give a fuck nigga, I could stay busting
And still rock it right and hit the spotlight

Shine bright, these fake ass niggaz, snake ass niggaz
Earthquake ass niggaz, I shake these niggaz
Shake ass niggaz, thinking you can come through all the time
Wanna fuck with Kurupt, I just sit, prepare the rhyme

Now I'm all about the cash nigga
Thinking you could come through
You got your heater cocking on busts you just flashed nigga

I don't give a fuck who you bring to the table
And I don't give a fuck who you got with you
You played me, you're Kane and I'm Abel
Now the ammo drops, watch 'fore the Glock hits you, it's a set up

Don't you know? You fuck around with death sentinel
If you didn't learn you'd better start learning, it's a set up nigga
Aiming, bust and hit your left and you're cold
And that's how motherfuckers get murdered
Murdered, murdered, murdered, murdered

This for al y'all funny style ass niggas, check it
I don't give a fuck who you bring to the table
And I don't give a fuck who you got with you
You played me, you're Kane and I'm Abel
Now the ammo drops, watch 'fore the Glock hits you, it's a set up

Don't you know? You fuck around with death sentinel
If you didn't learn you'd better start learning, it's a set up nigga
Aiming, bust and hit your left and you're cold
And that's how motherfuckers get murdered
Murdered, murdered, murdered, murdered

What? Attack assassins, huh
Just ask the homie D, he rides with me
Just ask the homie Snoop, S N double O P, he rides with me
Just ask my big homeboy, my big homie, he rides with me

Huh, ask 'em all, they ride with me
Top doggs, D O double G's, they ride with me
Ask my homie big [Incomprehensible], he rides with me
Ask the big homeboy B, he rides with me
And the homie D, slop, what? They ride with me

Big C, he rides with me
Big Tray D rides with me
Big Sean D rides with me
Big Breez, he rides with me
K U R U P T, beeitch

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Damn (Remix) - Lyrics - Youngbloodz

Title: Damn (Remix)
Artist: Youngbloodz
Composer(s): Jeffrey Grigsby, Cedrick Leonard, Jonathan H Smith, Sean Joseph, Craig D Love, Robert W Iii Mc Dowell

Lyric:
Okay, okay, okay
This Sean Paul, Lil Jon
J-Bo, Youngbloodz
You already know how we do it homeboy

It's A-Town
(105 road for dem hoes)
It's A-Town, Attic Crew you already know
(East side for dem hoes)
Lil John, East side Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul
Let me tell ya like dis here boy
(Let's go)

They callin' me to come back to the streets
Sean P. A.K.A Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
They comin' whole they livin' in the month of February

Okay then put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in tha door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double T I C
It ain't a hoe out there fo' real who don't know 'bout me

Bitch I'm fo' sho' wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold feelin'
It's Youngbloodz A-Town

Malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
Lil John, he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cuz that's my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be

Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin' to rumble
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder

'Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call
Just dial 1-800-430 slash alcohol

And dawg I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown
I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt

Oh, you fo' sho' with it, then pull yo pistol
Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy shit, me muggin' like a motherfucker my hand on my dick

'Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
We started off with shake 'em off so look potna oh guess who
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that U-Way so rookie don't be surprised

We buckin' blowin' killa and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would
In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
To take you through the South to show you how we throw dem bows

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Damn! (Pitbull Remix) - Lyrics - Youngbloodz

Title: Damn! (Pitbull Remix)
Artist: Youngbloodz
Composer(s): Jeffrey Grigsby, Cedrick Leonard, Jonathan H Smith, Sean Joseph, Craig D Love, Robert W Iii Mc Dowell

Lyric:
Okay, okay, okay
This Sean Paul, Lil Jon
J-Bo, Youngbloodz
You already know how we do it homeboy

It's A-Town
(105 road for dem hoes)
It's A-Town, Attic Crew you already know
(East side for dem hoes)
Lil John, East side Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul
Let me tell ya like dis here boy
(Let's go)

They callin' me to come back to the streets
Sean P. A.K.A Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
They comin' whole they livin' in the month of February

Okay then put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in tha door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double T I C
It ain't a hoe out there fo' real who don't know 'bout me

Bitch I'm fo' sho' wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold feelin'
It's Youngbloodz A-Town

Malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
Lil John, he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cuz that's my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be

Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin' to rumble
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder

'Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call
Just dial 1-800-430 slash alcohol

And dawg I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown
I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt

Oh, you fo' sho' with it, then pull yo pistol
Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy shit, me muggin' like a motherfucker my hand on my dick

'Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
We started off with shake 'em off so look potna oh guess who
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that U-Way so rookie don't be surprised

We buckin' blowin' killa and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would
In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
To take you through the South to show you how we throw dem bows

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Tender - Lyrics - Monaco

Title: Tender
Artist: Monaco
Composer(s): David Potts, Peter Hook

Lyric:
Don't play with me
Don't stay with me
Don't play with me unless it's for real
(Don't stay with me unless it's for real)
Don't stay with me unless it's for real
(Don't play with me unless it's for real)

All I had was one sure thing
In my life I lost it all
But I just couldn't see
A reason to believe
If only I could try and start again

In my mind I live in California
In my mind I spent some time with you
I watch the sun light up the ocean
I sit and pray that all my dreams come true

So don't play with me unless it's for real
So don't stay with me unless it's for real

Here I stand and here I fall
A clear blue sky looks down on me
And this once tender man
Has done the best he can
But just can't find a way to start again

In my mind I live in California
In my mind I spent some time with you
I watch the sun light up the ocean
And sit and pray that all my dreams come true

So don't play with me unless it's for real
So don't stay with me unless it's for real

I'll take a chance give it one more try
A second glance make me realize
That all I need is a master plan
And find a world that can understand

Don't play with me unless it's for real
Don't stay with me unless it's for real
So don't play with me unless it's for real
(So don't stay with me unless it's for real)
So don't stay with me unless it's for real
(So don't play with me unless it's for real)
So don't play with me

So don't play with me, alright

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Act A Fool - Lyrics - Lil' Jon

Title: Act A Fool
Artist: Lil' Jon
Composer(s): Lamarquis Jefferson, Jonathan Smith, Craig Love

Lyric:
Yeah nigga, I'm going rep this motherfucking
No Limit to I D.I.E, check this out nigga
I could gave a fuck what a nigga gotta say about me
(What)
(What)
I could gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
(Fuck off)

Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood and you know what?
(Fuck off)
If a motherfucker come at me they better come right
(Fuck off)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Still posted on the block, still slangin' that coke
Still runnin from the cops, still lettin' 'em bitches know
Still fuckin' with your made, beause blowin' that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me

Rolling with 'em head bustas, my niggaz splitting wigs
A couple fucking G's nigga it can get did
Straight from the hood and I represent the street
Send money to the pen, still fucking with C
(Okay!)

R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherfucker pop

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon's like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done till it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own clothing and so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga

I'm underrated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come nigga I'ma be there
Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average
Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage

Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat and now them hoes wanna call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
Nigga ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Maize
So give me 50-feet before I catch a fuckin' case, nigga

We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin' motherfucking wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees fuck-a-nigga who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me

I'm still rowdy, nigga I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And 'em hoes still talk about me
Ten years later nigga I'm still in the game
Y'all thought after 400$ mill a nigga would change?

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

You have what
Have mercy to start the car man
Man let's do it

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Act A Fool - Lyrics - Good Side Bad Side - Master P

Title: Act A Fool
Album: Good Side Bad Side
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Lamarquis Jefferson, Jonathan Smith, Craig Love

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Lyric:
Yeah nigga, I'm going rep this motherfucking
No Limit to I D.I.E, check this out nigga
I could gave a fuck what a nigga gotta say about me
(What)
(What)
I could gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
(Fuck off)

Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood and you know what?
(Fuck off)
If a motherfucker come at me they better come right
(Fuck off)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Still posted on the block, still slangin' that coke
Still runnin from the cops, still lettin' 'em bitches know
Still fuckin' with your made, beause blowin' that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me

Rolling with 'em head bustas, my niggaz splitting wigs
A couple fucking G's nigga it can get did
Straight from the hood and I represent the street
Send money to the pen, still fucking with C
(Okay!)

R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherfucker pop

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon's like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done till it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own clothing and so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga

I'm underrated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come nigga I'ma be there
Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average
Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage

Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat and now them hoes wanna call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
Nigga ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Maize
So give me 50-feet before I catch a fuckin' case, nigga

We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin' motherfucking wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees fuck-a-nigga who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me

I'm still rowdy, nigga I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And 'em hoes still talk about me
Ten years later nigga I'm still in the game
Y'all thought after 400$ mill a nigga would change?

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
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Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

You have what
Have mercy to start the car man
Man let's do it

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Swing With Me - Lyrics - Public Affair - Jessica Simpson

Title: Swing With Me
Album: Public Affair
Artist: Jessica Simpson
Composer(s): E Alexander, C Cobb, Louis Prima, Cori Rooney, Dan Shea, Jessica Simpson

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Lyric:
Y'all ain't ready for this

Swing with me, baby
Rhythm's got me crazy
Swing with me, baby
Dance with me, baby

Baby, let's start to swing
Skirt flyin' high while you're twisting me
Shuffle boy, to your knees
Work those hands to start ruffling

Feel these legs movin', baby
Rub 'em up and down 'til they drive you crazy
Don't stop just give it to me
Do the doo wah diddy, baby, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy

When I feel you're body upclose to me
Steam me up, can you feel the friction?
Pull my hips baby bend me please
Can ya stand the heat comin' from the kitchen?

Turn ya on like an [Incomprehensible]
Baby, rev you up when I turn the key
Normally I don't like to tease
But baby, tonight just swing with me

Swing with me, baby
Rhythm's got me crazy
Shake it for me, honey
Work it like you want me

Bass hits the floor and the room's vibratin'
Straight through my hips and I start gyrating
Swing with me, baby
Dance with me, baby

It's like 100 degrees
Sweat draws you close like honey to bees
You're clothes are soakin' wet
And you ain't felt nothin' yet
(Oh, damn)

Tension just starts to grow
As I spin, I let my bloomers show
Baby, come on and give it to me
Just do the doo wah diddy, baby, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy

When I feel you're body up close to me
Steam me up, can you feel the friction?
Pull my hips baby bend me please
Can ya stand the heat comin' from the kitchen?

Turn ya on like an [Incomprehensible]
Baby, rev you up when I turn the key
Normally I don't like to tease
But baby, tonight just swing with me

Swing with me, baby
Rhythm's got me crazy
Shake it for me, honey
Work it like you want me

Bass hits the floor and the room's vibratin'
Straight through my hips and I start gyrating
Swing with me, baby
Dance with me, baby

Swing with me, baby
Swing with me, baby
Swing with me, baby
Swing with me, baby

Swing with me, baby
Swing with me, baby
Swing, swing, swing with me
Swing with me

When I feel you're body up close to me
Steam me up, can you feel the friction?
Pull my hips baby bend me please
Can ya stand the heat comin' from the kitchen?

Turn ya on like an [Incomprehensible]
Baby, rev you up when I turn the key
Normally I don't like to tease
But baby, tonight just swing with me

Swing with me, baby
Rhythm's got me crazy
Shake it for me, honey
Work it like you want me

Bass hits the floor and the room's vibratin'
Straight through my hips and I start gyrating
Swing with me, baby
Dance with me, baby

Swing with me, baby
Rhythm's got me crazy
Shake it for me, honey
Work it like you want me

Bass hits the floor and the room's vibratin'
Straight through my hips and I start gyrating
Swing with me, baby
Dance with me, baby

Bass hits the floor and the room's vibratin'
Straight through my hips and I start gyrating
Swing with me, baby
Dance with me, baby

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Better Start Talking - Lyrics - Journey Of A Gemini - Donell Jones

Title: Better Start Talking
Album: Journey Of A Gemini
Artist: Donell Jones
Composer(s): Ryan Leslie, Jermaine Dupri, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
I'm so sincere with it, I just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth
He's so sincere with it, we just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth

I'm so sincere with it, I just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth
We so sincere with it, we just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth, let's go

Settle down, babe
Thinkin' that I can't let ya talk to me that way
Thinkin' bad move, the one that could be creepin'
And takin' your place
You don't even know where I be but we argue now
You gon' be here lonely, yeah
'Cuz she know what I need at night, can't you see?

She wants to take your place
She wanna give me everything that you don't
Don't let her just walk on in, don't make a big mistake
Thinkin' I'm so caught up I can't let go
You better start talking

Tell me why should I be here tonight
See you don?t wanna hurt me
But we both know this thing that just ain't right
When I go and I go
It's gonna be a little too late
To try get back again
When I don?t have this feelin' no more

Now we're gonna be here talkin' no more
She'll be the reason I leave you alone
Some day you'll see when I'm gone
So right now you better speak
And give me a reason, girl, can't you see?

She wants to take your place
She wanna give me everything that you don't
Don't let her just walk on in, don't make a big mistake
Thinkin' I'm so caught up I can't let go
You better start talking

This shit is over
(You better start talking)
I shoulda left a long ago
(You better start talking)
But I stayed around thinkin' that something
In your head was not clickin'

But I can see that I was all wrong
(You better start talking)
I can't be a fool no more
(You better start talking)
And she wants to be that one
To give me that love you ain't ready for
[Incomprehensible]

I go to the club strictly to party
And find something to twerk with
I?m the dude that all the girls wanna flirt with
Jump up in the booth, show me just how they work it
So shorty, your window is small to work with

I see it in your eyes but you ain't sayin' nothin'
Your girl doin' everything tryin' to push my button
Symbolizin' us leavin' and me cuttin'
Easy like Tiger on the green when he puttin'

You better start talking, shorty, wanna do something
Do something to live to me, man, shorty wanna move something
And you frontin' like it ain't what it is
'Bout to lose all this 'cuz you ain't handle yo' bizz

After two shots of the three, she was all on me
And you seen it but try to play it like a 'P.I.M.P.'
Now I respect that but sometimes that's a set back
And I really can't see you settin' back lettin'
That be the reason we ain't breezin' through the city
Girl, you better start talking
(Can't you see?)

She wants to take your place
She wanna give me everything that you don't
Don't let her just walk on in, don't make a big mistake
Thinkin' I'm so caught up I can't let go
You better start talking

She wants to take your place
She wanna give me everything that you don't
Don't let her just walk on in, don't make a big mistake
Thinkin' I'm so caught up I can't let go
You better start talking

I'm so sincere with it, I just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth
He's so sincere with it, we just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth

I'm so sincere with it, I just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth
He's so sincere with it, we just want you to know

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Don'T - Lyrics - Mike &Amp; The Mechanics

Title: Don'T
Artist: Mike &Amp; The Mechanics
Composer(s): Chris Neil, Mike Rutherford

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Lyric:
I don't wanna condescend
I just wanna be your friend
I don't wanna drive your car
I just wanna make a start with you

I don't wanna touch your lace
I just wanna touch your face
Every time I reach for you
You say you don't want me to

You say don't
(Don't hold my hand)
You say don't
(Don't understand)

You say don't
(Don't push too hard)
You say don't
(Don't go too far)

You say don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't

You don't seem to be concerned
When you make my body burn
You don't wanna torture me
It's just a little purgatory

I don't wanna call you names
You insist on playing games
When I try to state my case
You just put me in my place

You say don't
(Don't hold my hand)
You say don't
(Don't understand)

Well, you say don't
(Don't push too hard)
You say don't
(Don't go too far)

You say don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't

Will you walk with me?
Will you talk with me?
Open your heart and be human to me
It's not fantasy, it's reality
The need for you that's consumed me

Girl, you say don't
I don't wanna tempt no fate
You just won't communicate
When I try some sympathy
You just turn your back on me

And you say don't
(Don't hold my hand)
You say don't
(Don't understand)

Well, you say don't
(Don't push too hard)
You say don't
(Don't go too far)

You say don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't

Don't say don't, don't say don't
Don't say don't, don't say don't
Don't say don't

When I [Incomprehensible] for you now
You say don't
When I call your name now, babe
You say don't

You don't seem to be concerned
When you say don't
Don't say don't, don't say don't
Don't say don't

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Ma, I Don'T Love Her - Lyrics - Lord Willin - Clipse

Title: Ma, I Don'T Love Her
Album: Lord Willin
Artist: Clipse
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Terrence Le Var Thornton, Pharrell L Williams, Gene Elliott Jr Thornton

Lyric:
I wanna love you girl
Just wanna love you girl
Please let me love you girl
Just wanna love you girl

C'mon, I wanna love you girl
Just wanna love you girl
Let me love you girl
Let me

When we met I was talkin' that game
Parkin' that thang
Since then between us
A lot of things changed

Now it's like the world got a whole different name
I can't stop chics from sayin' my name
Most of it's lies
If not, don't be surprised

You knew I was ballin' when I met you
But really, I started layin' low just to net you
I'm raw as hell, yet can't deny that you special
These girls can't either

Winter, his and her Vivas
Summer, his and her Louie sneakers
You don't think that bother people
Guess again you even need to check your friends

Sayin' that I cheat, right, maybe with my heat
Got a pearl handled chrome thing that I call Sweets
I greet wit' her, creep wit' her, even eat wit' her
Late nights under my sheets, yeah, I sleep with her but thats it

Ma, I don't love her
Don't listen to her words
She tryin' to split us as lovebirds
But that's not it

Now you see me buyin' her whips and shit
You see me sendin' her on trips and shit
If the answers no don't forget
I don't know

If I don't know I don't know, let's not go that road
I don't know who she is, don't care who told
Look stop flippin', no need to explode
I seen the number in the pager, I don't know that code

In the streets too much, c'mon, that's absurd
Gettin' no complaints when I be flippin' them birds
Your girls just talk 'bout this that and the third
Believe half what you see none of what you heard

You askin' me who's her, I'm askin' who's mink fur
With that rock on her hand makin' their eyes blurred
Could that be you plus who cop every gem
Who spend like I spend, then act like it then

Got the dream home and we settled in it
Our lives too perfect that's why they meddle in it
Now, just chalk it up as just part of the game
You know who I'm about, who got part of my name?

Ma, I don't love her
Don't listen to her words
She tryin' to split us as lovebirds
But that's not it

Now you see me buyin' her whips and shit
You see me sendin' her on trips and shit
If the answers no don't forget
I don't know

Do you love me babe?
You thinkin' of me babe
I bet you'd tell me anything
Just to be with me

Do you love me babe?
You thinkin' of me babe
I bet you'd tell me anything
Just to be with me

I'm not most men my heart truer than theirs
Of course your girls hate, our whips newer than theirs
We hardly fight, arguments way fewer than theirs
Even down to the ice, look, bluer than theirs

What they gonna tell us about us, huh?
What they talk 'bout without us, huh?
The envy got 'em speakin' loosely
Tell 'em walk in your shoes but first let 'em know they Gucci

And even if I did twist her
I promise I didn't kiss her
Won't shit touchy feely
Grudge on the floor like mister did the silly

No respect shown
My homies laugh while she talk dirty on the speaker phone
Now don't you start
I spared your heart

If you ain't see it I didn't do it
Ain't I played my part?
Bricks chics whips chips, that just go with the grind
What else do you want from me, to say it, fine

Ma, I don't love her
Don't listen to her words
She tryin' to split us as lovebirds
But that's not it

Now you see me buyin' her whips and shit
You see me sendin' her on trips and shit
If the answers no don't forget
I don't know

Do you love me babe?
You thinkin' of me babe
I bet you'd tell me anything
Just to be with me

Do you love me babe?
You thinkin' of me babe
I bet you'd tell me anything
Just to be with me

That's not it

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Throw Ya L'S Up - Lyrics - 10 - Ll Cool J

Title: Throw Ya L'S Up
Album: 10
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): J T Smith, Ronald Anthony Lawrence, K Holland

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Lyric:
Hot, fire, hot

L! Who bring you the hotness?
L! Yo, you don't wanna start with
L! Forever keepin it locked
It's now time to rock with L! Throw your L's up

Don't ever under estimate Jack the Ripper
Be clear, every time he reappears, it's sicker
Listen here, the mind expanded, the vision is slicker
I'm long range like a miss-ile, many styles to getcha

Tear ya out the frame so the hood can get the picture
But I'd rather break bread, kick knowledge and get some money witcha
I'm willin' and able, to smooth pounds out like witch hazel
The legend is real, I'm not a fable

Captivated the screen, I'm Queens' Clark Gable
If it ain't a joint, bet your label, don't put it on the table
I'm out for the moolah, throw better hooks than David Tua
Who's the nicest? L, you are

L! Who bring you the hotness?
L! Yo, you don't wanna start with
L! Forever keepin it locked
It's now time to rock with L! Throw your L's up

L! Who bring you the hotness?
L! Yo, you don't wanna start with
L! Forever keepin it locked
It's now time to rock with L! Throw your L's up

You don't want it with L, b'ship cats will get banged out
Put your flow throw a filter boy shake the old slang out
23's in the building, watch my tongue hang out
Makin' M C's scatter like multiple shots rang out

Day one since I came out, they can't put the flame out
My temp seizin', perfect reason to blow the game out
Skatin' off in the navy, naw baby you can't have me
But I know cats will pay for that 'n lace ya - yeah, gladly

Warning, young rappers, you don't want a career?
Y'all wanna keep goin' platinum, y'all don't wanna disappear?
Stop boppin' backstage like you causin' me fear
'Cause you startin' to get on my nerves, and that's a problem
The vet's in here

L! Who bring you the hotness?
L! Yo, you don't wanna start with
L! Forever keepin it locked
It's now time to rock with L! Throw your L's up

L! Who bring you the hotness?
L! Yo, you don't wanna start with
L! Forever keepin it locked
It's now time to rock with L! Throw your L's up

Tension on the mic, halftime highlights
L boogie bangin' on 'em, jumpin' through the skylight
You stand corrected, I'm hot, so get it riddight
I'm just spittin', when the mid dick is gripped, I spit it tiddight

Aight? Oh, these various rappers is so hilarious
Who put the mic down but y'all ain't qualified to carry this
Your tracks are garbage and bars are miscellaneous
So, throwin' your joint at my car was spontaneous

Oh! I can't take it, why, must they fake it?
Flows is fully dressed, yours is butt naked
Forever I will be, the one they came to see
Blowin' mic's in half baby, who else could it be but

L! Who bring you the hotness?
L! Yo, you don't wanna start with
L! Forever keepin it locked
It's now time to rock with L! Throw your L's up

L! Who bring you the hotness?
L! Yo, you don't wanna start with
L! Forever keepin it locked
It's now time to rock with L! Throw your L's up

L! Who bring you the hotness?
L! Yo, you don't wanna start with
L! Forever keepin it locked
It's now time to rock with L! Throw your L's up

L! Who bring you the hotness?
L! Yo, you don't wanna start with
L! Forever keepin it locked
It's now time to rock with L! Throw your L's up

I'm so hot
(Yeah)
We so hot
(Yeah)
You so hot
(I'm so hot)
Feel it hot
(Yeah)
Are you hot
(You make me hot)
I know I'm hot
Are you hot
(Yes I'm hot)
I know I'm hot feel it!
(Yeah)

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