Fire (Remix) - Lyrics - More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape - Fabolous

Title: Fire (Remix)
Album: More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Joseph Anthony Budden, Melvin Glover, Nathaniel Glover, Al Jr Mclaran, Eddie Morris, Frank Ski, Justin Gregory Smith, Trevor Smith, Robert Keith Wiggins, Guy Todd Williams

Lyric:
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear, Jersey's here
Hey, Ja, Joey
Triangle offense do it like

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Maybe it's the dipped deuces, the twin Jesuses
With diamonds in them, that's clear they break gooses
Maybe 'cause I'm in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices
I'm the "Joe Millionaire" of rap and one of these chicks
Is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked
I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have been bums
That's pocket change, you call that an income?

Tell the way I walk that I'm doin' my thing
A lot a niggaz talk but ain't doin' a thing
Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring
See, I told y'all I'm doin' my thing
And I'm winnin' by a landslide, damn right
Don't you see the way they point at this man's ride?
Now, look at here, I took it there
I'ma make this statement loud and clear, Brooklyn's here

That fire
Problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look dog, it's on fire
That's when you turn it up, you wanna burn it up
Come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You got to see fire
When it all hits the wire, we gonna light it on fire

We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire

Here with the white and the Canary cross
Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss
Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche
I'm young but I'm damn near a boss
And of course your boy ride with a thing in the stash box
Quick to hit the button, even quicker to blast shots
Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see chips
This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks

My waiters make ladies see sick
I'm "So So Def" like a J.D. remix
I got enough whips to keep switchin' up flavors
Drafted outta high school, straight into the majors
These haters, fake smiles, but they hardly like me
They hate to see me in a party icy
Clean white T, sippin' on Bacardi lightly
Suede low cut Force One caramel nightly

That fire
Problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look dog, it's on fire
That's when you turn it up, you wanna burn it up
Come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You got to see fire
When it all hits the wire, we gonna light it on fire

We gonna light it on fire

I got a ear for your amp it up with Jersey's answer
The chancellor standin' up for ten minutes
Man, it's tough plan, plan that's what the camma does
And Jam's son it's the new King, done with the cameras
You pop lip like you got shit
That's a minor congestion, you not sick
Now you wanna call names like Tupac did
Home boy here's a few glock clips

Still Junior like Lou Gossett, Joey, right back on
Overcharge New York to cut the lights back on
Before Bloomberg to come get me all
I send the goons that make the bad things happen in city hall
All, K's spray cats, we don't play that
She allowed to sway, why don't you say that?
Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot
Make your lungs stop, breathe easy

That fire
Problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look dog, it's on fire
That's when you turn it up, you wanna burn it up
Come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You got to see fire
When it all hits the wire, we gonna light it on fire

We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

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In Love With Love (Justin Strauss And Murray Elias Remix) - Lyrics - Blondie

Title: In Love With Love (Justin Strauss And Murray Elias Remix)
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Chris Stein, Debbie Harry

Lyric:
In love with love, in love with a passionate heart
In love with love, in love even when we're apart

I wondered the difference of how it could last
I heard the celebration of champagne in glass
No wonder, it's no wonder, why
I'm in love with love, in love with a passionate heart
In love with love, in love with the form of the art

We love through the fighting of everyday life
Of glass that gets broken and cuts like a knife
I wonder and I wonder why
I'm in love with love, in love with a passionate heart
In love with love then on with the delicate march

Heart of fire, house of fire
Heart of fire, house of fire
Heart of fire, house of fire

In love with love, in love with a passionate heart
In love with love, on fire with a passionate heart

Ablaze with reflection, our hot house is set
Blazing with a flaming with a fire
It's so passionately racing with a chaser
It's so hard to keep my wits about me

Heart of fire, house of fire
Heart of fire, house of fire
Heart of fire, house of fire
...

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Hot Like Fire (Timbaland Remix) - Lyrics - Aaliyah

Title: Hot Like Fire (Timbaland Remix)
Artist: Aaliyah
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Timothy Mosley

Lyric:
One two
Check out how we do
One two

I'ma make it hot like fire
I'ma make it hot like fire
I'ma make it hot like fire

You're hotter than
A summer day in California
You got me meltin' like
A sundae, now I want ya

I know you've been waitin'
You've been waitin a long time for me
But if you wait a little while longer
This is how it'll be, oh, it's gonna be

Hot like fire
Take you higher
You can't resist
Kiss, kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss

You shouldn't rush it
Take our time
I'll let you know when I'm ready
If that's alright

I won't keep you, I won't keep you
I won't keep you holdin' on
But if you wait on me
I promise you it won't be long

Hot like fire
Take you higher
You can't resist
Kiss, kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss

Hot like fire
Take you higher
You can't resist
Kiss, kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss

Take your time
Take your time
Take your time
Take your time

Hot like fire
Take you higher
You can't resist
Kiss, kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss

Hot like fire
Take you higher
You can't resist
Kiss, kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss

C'mon, can you feel us?
C'mon, can you feel us?
C'mon, can you feel us?
C'mon, can you feel us?

C'mon, can you feel us?
C'mon, can you feel us?
C'mon, can you feel us?
We're gonna make it hot baby

Ba, baby
Ba, baby

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I Wanna Love You Forever (Soul Solution Remix-Radio Edit) - Lyrics - This Is The Remix - Jessica Simpson

Title: I Wanna Love You Forever (Soul Solution Remix-Radio Edit)
Album: This Is The Remix
Artist: Jessica Simpson
Composer(s): Louis Biancaniello, Sam Watters

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Lyric:
You set my soul at ease
Chased darkness out of view
Left your desperate spell on me
Say you feel it too, I know you do

I've got so much more to give
This can't die, I yearn to live
Pour yourself all over me
And I'll cherish every drop here on my knees

I wanna love you forever
And this is all I'm asking of you
Ten thousand lifetimes together
Is that so much for you to do?

'Cuz from the moment that I saw your face
And felt the fire in your sweet embrace
I swear I knew, I'm gonna love you forever

My mind fails to understand
What my heart tells me to do
And I'd give up all I have just to be with you
And that would do

I've always been taught to win
And I never thought I'd fall
Be at the mercy of a man, I've never been
Now I only want to be right where you are

I wanna love you forever
And this is all I'm asking of you
Ten thousand lifetimes together
Is that so much for you to do?

'Cuz from the moment that I saw your face
And felt the fire in your sweet embrace
I swear I'm gonna love you forever

In my life I've learned that heaven never waits, no
Lets take this now before it's gone like yesterday
'Cuz when I'm with you there's no where else
That I would ever wanna be, no, I'm breathin' for the next second
I can feel you loving me, I'm gonna love forever, forever, forever

I'm gonna love
I'm gonna love
I'm gonna love
I'm gonna love

I wanna love you forever
Oh, and this is all I'm asking of you
Ten thousand lifetimes together
Is that so much for you to do?

'Cuz from the moment that I saw your face
And felt the fire in your sweet embrace
I'm gonna love you forever, forever and

I wanna love you forever
Everyday, everyday
Ten thousand lifetimes together

'Cuz from the moment that I saw your face
And felt the fire in your sweet embrace
I'm gonna love you forever, forever

I wanna love you forever
Ten thousand lifetimes together

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Ha (Hot Boys Remix) - Lyrics - Juvenile

Title: Ha (Hot Boys Remix)
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Mannie Fresh, Shawn Carter, Terius Grey

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Lyric:
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

You been known for fuckin' it up, ha
Them bad-ass 20's on your truck, ha, cost seven and up, ha
You tryin' to stay from out that place, ha
Make sure you got your money straight ha, before it's too late ha

You want your Momma livin' good ha
Move your children out the hood ha, to up in the woods, ha
Baby post seventy off the hook, ha
Manny Fresh has possession, supposed to be up in the book, ha

Juvenile got them looks, ha, but you too scared to fuck with him
'Cause he be runnin' with them crooks, ha, I'm the one, ha
Stick a fork in that nigga 'cause he's done, ha
For flippin' the tongue, ha

You got a probation hole, ha
You got money for bail so now you ready to roll, ha
You 'bout to buy you a car ha, a ninety-nine ha
One that look somethin' like mine, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

We got this thing locked, ha
Cash Money can't be stopped ha, them Hot Boys too hot, ha
And you like my Rolex watch, ha
And the way I hit the block ha, in camouflage with glocks, ha

And you like it when we stunt, ha, smokin' blunts, ha
You be lovin' them gold fronts, ha we millionaires, ha
Not far from billionaires, ha
Got different broads everywhere, ha

You heard 'bout Lil' Wayne, H O T B O Y, ha
Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop, ha-uh
I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, here come the blitz, ha
A remix, ha

They from the Nolia, I'm from the Grove, ha
And you can catch me with Tolie and Mario, ha
I represent the 2 uh 2-6, ha, it's guaranteed to be foolish, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You niggaz know I'm 'bout my biz, ha
You niggaz scared for me to be in the presence of your bitch, ha
You know I would raw dick her ha, take naked pictures ha
Then call up my clique and straight flip her ha

You know my click number-one stunters, ha
You know we 'bout it, flexin' Lex's, Benz's and Hummers, ha
You know you fuck with me, you're dead, ha
But don't lie, I fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha

You know that jail house is somethin', ha
Bitch niggaz buckin' but when it go down, they run to the button, ha
You know the B.G. ain't right ha, you love you hoe
But she don't wanna get it right, and keep it right, ha

It's goin' down in '99, ha
You know fo' sho' that it Cash Money time to shine, ha
You know I play the game raw, ha
You know you slip up, I'ma take this beef shit too far, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

Let's say you're at a DJ and them boys pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
You in the Magnolia and my people pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

We'll grab the MAC-11 when we march, nigga step
Fuck with CMR, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with Manny Fresh, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with my nigga, Baby, we gon' march, nigga step

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Ha (Jay-Z Remix) - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Ha (Jay-Z Remix)
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Mannie Fresh, Shawn Carter, Terius Grey

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Lyric:
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

You been known for fuckin' it up, ha
Them bad-ass 20's on your truck, ha, cost seven and up, ha
You tryin' to stay from out that place, ha
Make sure you got your money straight ha, before it's too late ha

You want your Momma livin' good ha
Move your children out the hood ha, to up in the woods, ha
Baby post seventy off the hook, ha
Manny Fresh has possession, supposed to be up in the book, ha

Juvenile got them looks, ha, but you too scared to fuck with him
'Cause he be runnin' with them crooks, ha, I'm the one, ha
Stick a fork in that nigga 'cause he's done, ha
For flippin' the tongue, ha

You got a probation hole, ha
You got money for bail so now you ready to roll, ha
You 'bout to buy you a car ha, a ninety-nine ha
One that look somethin' like mine, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

We got this thing locked, ha
Cash Money can't be stopped ha, them Hot Boys too hot, ha
And you like my Rolex watch, ha
And the way I hit the block ha, in camouflage with glocks, ha

And you like it when we stunt, ha, smokin' blunts, ha
You be lovin' them gold fronts, ha we millionaires, ha
Not far from billionaires, ha
Got different broads everywhere, ha

You heard 'bout Lil' Wayne, H O T B O Y, ha
Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop, ha-uh
I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, here come the blitz, ha
A remix, ha

They from the Nolia, I'm from the Grove, ha
And you can catch me with Tolie and Mario, ha
I represent the 2 uh 2-6, ha, it's guaranteed to be foolish, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You niggaz know I'm 'bout my biz, ha
You niggaz scared for me to be in the presence of your bitch, ha
You know I would raw dick her ha, take naked pictures ha
Then call up my clique and straight flip her ha

You know my click number-one stunters, ha
You know we 'bout it, flexin' Lex's, Benz's and Hummers, ha
You know you fuck with me, you're dead, ha
But don't lie, I fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha

You know that jail house is somethin', ha
Bitch niggaz buckin' but when it go down, they run to the button, ha
You know the B.G. ain't right ha, you love you hoe
But she don't wanna get it right, and keep it right, ha

It's goin' down in '99, ha
You know fo' sho' that it Cash Money time to shine, ha
You know I play the game raw, ha
You know you slip up, I'ma take this beef shit too far, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

Let's say you're at a DJ and them boys pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
You in the Magnolia and my people pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

We'll grab the MAC-11 when we march, nigga step
Fuck with CMR, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with Manny Fresh, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with my nigga, Baby, we gon' march, nigga step

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Ha (Hot Boy Remix) - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Ha (Hot Boy Remix)
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Mannie Fresh, Shawn Carter, Terius Grey

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Lyric:
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

You been known for fuckin' it up, ha
Them bad-ass 20's on your truck, ha, cost seven and up, ha
You tryin' to stay from out that place, ha
Make sure you got your money straight ha, before it's too late ha

You want your Momma livin' good ha
Move your children out the hood ha, to up in the woods, ha
Baby post seventy off the hook, ha
Manny Fresh has possession, supposed to be up in the book, ha

Juvenile got them looks, ha, but you too scared to fuck with him
'Cause he be runnin' with them crooks, ha, I'm the one, ha
Stick a fork in that nigga 'cause he's done, ha
For flippin' the tongue, ha

You got a probation hole, ha
You got money for bail so now you ready to roll, ha
You 'bout to buy you a car ha, a ninety-nine ha
One that look somethin' like mine, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

We got this thing locked, ha
Cash Money can't be stopped ha, them Hot Boys too hot, ha
And you like my Rolex watch, ha
And the way I hit the block ha, in camouflage with glocks, ha

And you like it when we stunt, ha, smokin' blunts, ha
You be lovin' them gold fronts, ha we millionaires, ha
Not far from billionaires, ha
Got different broads everywhere, ha

You heard 'bout Lil' Wayne, H O T B O Y, ha
Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop, ha-uh
I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, here come the blitz, ha
A remix, ha

They from the Nolia, I'm from the Grove, ha
And you can catch me with Tolie and Mario, ha
I represent the 2 uh 2-6, ha, it's guaranteed to be foolish, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You niggaz know I'm 'bout my biz, ha
You niggaz scared for me to be in the presence of your bitch, ha
You know I would raw dick her ha, take naked pictures ha
Then call up my clique and straight flip her ha

You know my click number-one stunters, ha
You know we 'bout it, flexin' Lex's, Benz's and Hummers, ha
You know you fuck with me, you're dead, ha
But don't lie, I fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha

You know that jail house is somethin', ha
Bitch niggaz buckin' but when it go down, they run to the button, ha
You know the B.G. ain't right ha, you love you hoe
But she don't wanna get it right, and keep it right, ha

It's goin' down in '99, ha
You know fo' sho' that it Cash Money time to shine, ha
You know I play the game raw, ha
You know you slip up, I'ma take this beef shit too far, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

Let's say you're at a DJ and them boys pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
You in the Magnolia and my people pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

We'll grab the MAC-11 when we march, nigga step
Fuck with CMR, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with Manny Fresh, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with my nigga, Baby, we gon' march, nigga step

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Play With Fire (Richard Vission Remix) (Radio Edit) - Lyrics - With Love - Hilary Duff

Title: Play With Fire (Richard Vission Remix) (Radio Edit)
Album: With Love
Artist: Hilary Duff
Composer(s): William Adams, Kara Dioguardi, Hillary Duff, Rhett Lawrence

Lyric:
I can't believe it's really you, been so long, you look good
I hear you're doing really well, don't ask me, let me tell you
How I?ve been since when you left, since you left me for dead
Finally every tear has dried, I've wiped you from my life

Do you remember all the times you said you'd call me?
'Cause I remember all the reasons people warned me
And now I hear you?re saying that you still adore me
But if you think I'd ever get with you again then you can just

Love me, love me, feed the flame
If you want me back again
Burn to the sky, higher and higher
Baby, can you play with fire?

(Burn to the sky)
Love me, love me
(Burn to the sky)
If you want me

You never know just what you got till it's gone you freak out
But I?m not falling for that game, boys like you never change
You made me feel I wasn't enough, wasn't enough for your love
But it was insecurity that made you run, it wasn't me

So don't you sit there trying to give me more excuses
I don't have time for this, I'm off to play in Houston
And I?m too busy with a million things I'm doing
You can't make up for what you've done, you still try to be the one

Love me, love me, feed the flame
If you want me back again
Burn to the sky, higher and higher
Baby, can you play with fire?

(Burn to the sky)
Love me, love me
(Burn to the sky)
If you want me

Oh, by the way, by the way I found someone who gives me space
Keeps me safe, makes me sane, found someone to take your place
Now I am safe in his arms and I decided only he can play with fire

Love me, love me, feed the flame
If you want me back again
Burn to the sky, higher and higher
Baby, can you play with fire?

(I can?t believe it's really you)
Love me, love me
(I hear you're doing really well)
If you want me
(Finally every tear has dried)
Love me, love me
(Boys like you, boys like you)
Play with fire

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Through The Wire (Remix) - Lyrics - College Dropout - Kanye West

Title: Through The Wire (Remix)
Album: College Dropout
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): David Foster, Tom Keane, Cynthia Weil, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Yo G, they can't stop me from rappin', can they?
Can they, ha?

I spit it through the wire man
It's too much stuff in my heart right now man
I'd gladly risk it all right now
It's a life or death situation man
Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man
It's your boy Kanye to the
Chi-town what's going on?

I drink a Boost for breakfast, and Ensure for dessert
Somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp
That right there could drive a sane man bizzerk
Not to worry Mr. H said the izzles back to wizzerk

How do you console my mom or give her light support
Tellin' her her son's on life support?
And just imagine how my girl feel
On the plane scared as hell, that her guy look like Emitt Till

She was with me before the deal, she been tryin' to be mine
She a delta so she been throwin' that Dynasty sign
No use me trying to be lyin', I been trying to be signed
Trying to be a millionaire, how I use two lifelines

In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died
The doctor said I had blood clots, but I ain't Jamaican, man
Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band
I swear this right here is history in the makin' man

I really apologize how I sound right now man
If it's unclear at all, man
They got my mouth wired shut for like
I don't know the doctor said for like six weeks
You know we had reconstruct
I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw

I looked in the mirror, half my jaw was missing
In the back of my mouth, man I couldn't believe it
I'm still here for y'all right now man
This is what I gotta say, right here dog

Yeah, turn me up yeah
What if somebody from the Chi that was ill got a deal
On the hottest rap label around?
But he wasn't talking 'bout Coke and birds
It was more like spoken word except he's really puttin' it down

And he explained the story about how Blacks came from glory
And what we need to do in the game
Good dude, bad night, right place, wrong time
In the blink of a eye, his whole life changed

If you could feel how my face felt, you would know how Mase felt
Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe belt
I swear to God drive a two on the sue
I got lawyer for the case to keep what's in my safe, safe

My dawgs couldn't tell if I looked like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky
It was televised, there's been an accident like Geico
They thought I was burnt up, like Pepsi did Michael
I must gotta Angel, 'cause look how death missed his ass

Unbreakable, what you thought they called me Mr. Glass?
Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past
Toys R Us, where I used to spend that Christmas cash

And I still won't grow up, I'm a grown ass kid
Swear I should be locked up for stupid sh** that I did
But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph
Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire

Y'know what I'm sayin'?
When the doctor told me I had a um
I was goin' to have a plate in my chin
I said, dawg don't you realize
I'll never make it on the plane now?
It's bad enough I got all this jewelry on
She can't be serious man

(For a chance at loving you
I'd take it all the way
Right down through the wire
Even through the fire)

(Through the fire, to the limit
Through the fire, to the limit
Through the fire, to the limit
Through the fire, to the limit)

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Irresistible (So So Def Remix Featlil Bow Wow) - Lyrics - This Is The Remix - Jessica Simpson

Title: Irresistible (So So Def Remix Featlil Bow Wow)
Album: This Is The Remix
Artist: Jessica Simpson
Composer(s): Arnthor Birgisson, Anders Bagge, Pam Sheyne

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Lyric:
Sing for me
You know, what?
I don't know what it is
It's a remix
But everything about you is so irresistible
Fa' sure
So So Def

It's the 2k top dawg
Don't nobody want it
I got 10K on it, I'm the hottest thing out
If you look at me, you're lookin' at a kid with a plan
If you don't understand homie, check soundscan

So So Def to grain
You know our motto
In the street throwin' paper like we just won the lotto
Guest on the beat, like dubs hit on the six
Irresistible to all chicks, listen to the remix

Don't you try to tell me that he's not my type
To hide what I feel inside
When he makes me weak with desire

I know that I'm supposed to make him wait
Let him think I like the chase
But I can't stop fanning the fire
I know I'm meant to say no

But he's irresistible
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe

More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me

Oh, I can hardly breathe
Don't you think I'm trying to tell my heart what's right
That I should really say goodnight
But I just can't stop myself [Incomprehensible]

Maybe I'll tell him that I feel the same
That I don't want to play no game
'Cause when I feel his arms wrapped around me
I know I'm meant to say no
(I'm meant to say no)

But he's irresistible
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe
(I can hardly breathe)

More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me

Can't you see
Whenever he's close to me
I really find it hard to breathe
He's so irresistible

Think you know
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
He's so irresistible
(You're so irresistible)

But he's irresistible
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe
(I can hardly breathe)

More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me

But he's irresistible
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe
Irresistible to me

More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me

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Ha - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Ha
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Mannie Fresh, Shawn Carter, Terius Grey

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Lyric:
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

You been known for fuckin' it up, ha
Them bad-ass 20's on your truck, ha, cost seven and up, ha
You tryin' to stay from out that place, ha
Make sure you got your money straight ha, before it's too late ha

You want your Momma livin' good ha
Move your children out the hood ha, to up in the woods, ha
Baby post seventy off the hook, ha
Manny Fresh has possession, supposed to be up in the book, ha

Juvenile got them looks, ha, but you too scared to fuck with him
'Cause he be runnin' with them crooks, ha, I'm the one, ha
Stick a fork in that nigga 'cause he's done, ha
For flippin' the tongue, ha

You got a probation hole, ha
You got money for bail so now you ready to roll, ha
You 'bout to buy you a car ha, a ninety-nine ha
One that look somethin' like mine, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

We got this thing locked, ha
Cash Money can't be stopped ha, them Hot Boys too hot, ha
And you like my Rolex watch, ha
And the way I hit the block ha, in camouflage with glocks, ha

And you like it when we stunt, ha, smokin' blunts, ha
You be lovin' them gold fronts, ha we millionaires, ha
Not far from billionaires, ha
Got different broads everywhere, ha

You heard 'bout Lil' Wayne, H O T B O Y, ha
Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop, ha-uh
I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, here come the blitz, ha
A remix, ha

They from the Nolia, I'm from the Grove, ha
And you can catch me with Tolie and Mario, ha
I represent the 2 uh 2-6, ha, it's guaranteed to be foolish, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You niggaz know I'm 'bout my biz, ha
You niggaz scared for me to be in the presence of your bitch, ha
You know I would raw dick her ha, take naked pictures ha
Then call up my clique and straight flip her ha

You know my click number-one stunters, ha
You know we 'bout it, flexin' Lex's, Benz's and Hummers, ha
You know you fuck with me, you're dead, ha
But don't lie, I fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha

You know that jail house is somethin', ha
Bitch niggaz buckin' but when it go down, they run to the button, ha
You know the B.G. ain't right ha, you love you hoe
But she don't wanna get it right, and keep it right, ha

It's goin' down in '99, ha
You know fo' sho' that it Cash Money time to shine, ha
You know I play the game raw, ha
You know you slip up, I'ma take this beef shit too far, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

Let's say you're at a DJ and them boys pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
You in the Magnolia and my people pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

We'll grab the MAC-11 when we march, nigga step
Fuck with CMR, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with Manny Fresh, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with my nigga, Baby, we gon' march, nigga step

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To The Teeth [Shoot-Out Remix] - Lyrics - Swing Set - Ani Difranco

Title: To The Teeth [Shoot-Out Remix]
Album: Swing Set
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Ani Difranco

Lyric:
The sun is setting on the century and we are armed to the teeth
We're all working together now to make our lives mercifully brief
And school kids keep trying to teach us, what guns are all about
Confused liberty with weaponry and watch your kids act it out
And every year, now like Christmas, some boy gets the milk fed

Suburban blues reaches for the available arsenal and saunters
Off to make the news and the women in the middle are learning
What poor women have always known, that the edge is closer
Than you think, when the men bring the guns home, look at where
The profits are, that's how you'll find the source of the big lie

That you and I both know so well, by the time it takes this cultural
Death wish to run it's course, they're gonna to make a pretty penny
And then they're going to hell, he said, "The chickens all come home
To roost", Malcolm forecast the flood, are we really going to sleep
Through another century while the rich profit off our blood

Yeah, it may take some doing to see this undoing through
But in my humble opinion, here's what I suggest we do
Open fire on Hollywood, open fire on MTV, open fire on NBC
And CBS and ABC, open fire on the NRA and all the lies they told us
Along the way, open fire on each weapons manufacturer

While he's giving head to some republican senator and if I hear
One more time, about a fools right to his tools of rage
I'm gonna take all my friends and I'm going to move to Canada
And we're going to die of old age

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I Wanna Love You Forever (Soul Solution Extended Club Vocal Version) - Lyrics - This Is The Remix - Jessica Simpson

Title: I Wanna Love You Forever (Soul Solution Extended Club Vocal Version)
Album: This Is The Remix
Artist: Jessica Simpson
Composer(s): Louis Biancaniello, Sam Watters

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Lyric:
You set my soul at ease
Chased darkness out of view
Left your desperate spell on me
Say you feel it too, I know you do

I?ve got so much more to give
This can?t die, I yearn to live
Pour yourself all over me
And I?ll cherish every drop
Here on my knees

I wanna love you forever
And this is all I?m asking of you
Ten thousand lifetimes together
Is that so much for you to do?
'Cuz from the moment that I saw your face
And felt the fire in your sweet embrace
I swear, I knew, I?m gonna love you forever

Oh, my mind fails to understand
What my heart tells me what to do
And I?d give up all I have
Just to be with you and that would do
I?ve always been taught to win
And I never thought I?d fall
Be at the mercy of a man, I?ve never been
Now I only want to be right where you are

I wanna love you forever
And this is all I?m asking of you
Ten thousand lifetimes together
Is that so much for you to do?
'Cuz from the moment that I saw your face
And felt the fire in your sweet embrace
I swear, I?m gonna love you forever

Whoa, oh
In my life I?ve learned that Heaven never waits, no
Let's take this now before it?s gone like yesterday, no
'Cuz when I?m with you there?s no where else
That I would ever wanna be, no
I?m breathin' for the next second I can feel you loving me

I?m gonna love forever
Forever, forever, forever

I?m gonna love
I?m gonna love
I?m gonna love
I?m gonna love
I?m gonna love

I wanna love you forever
And this is all I?m asking of you
Ten thousand lifetimes together
Is that so much for you to do?
'Cuz from the moment that I saw your face
And felt the fire in your sweet embrace
I?m gonna love you forever, forever

Oh, I wanna love you forever
Everyday, everday
Ten thousand lifetimes together
'Cause from the moment that I saw your face
And felt the fire in your sweet embrace
Oh, I?m gonna love you forever, forever
I wanna love you forever
Ten thousand lifetimes together

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Hold On [Hip Hop Remix] - Lyrics - Remix To Sing - En Vogue

Title: Hold On [Hip Hop Remix]
Album: Remix To Sing
Artist: En Vogue
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, Cindy Herron, Denzil Foster, Terry Ellis, Dawn Robinson, Maxine Jones

Lyric:
When I had you I treated you bad
Wrong my dear but since, since you went
Don't you know, I sit around
With my head hanging down
And I wonder who's loving you

Ooh, my first mistake was
I wanted too much time
I had to have him morning, noon and night
If I would of known then
The things that I know now
I might not have lost the time I complain about

Don't waste your time
Fighting blind minded
Thoughts of despair

Hold on to your love
Hold on to your love
Hold on to your love
Hold on to your love

The art of playing games now
Is not the hearts you break
It's bound to good love you make
When it's heart's on fire
Give him love everyday, remember he needs space
Be patient and he'll give his heart to you

Don't waste your time
Fighting blind minded
Thoughts of despair

Hold on to your love
Hold on to your love
Hold on to your love
Hold on to your love

Trust and honesty too
Must be the golden rule
You'll feel the strength of passion in your soul
Burn so deeply within
Ooh, the magic that you share
So sacrifice and show how much you care

Don't waste your time
Fighting blind minded
Thoughts of despair

Hold on to your love
Hold on to your love
Hold on to your love

Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
...

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Irresistible (So So Def Remix) - Lyrics - Jessica Simpson

Title: Irresistible (So So Def Remix)
Artist: Jessica Simpson
Composer(s): Arnthor Birgisson, Anders Bagge, Pam Sheyne

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Lyric:
Sing for me
You know, what?
I don't know what it is
It's a remix
But everything about you is so irresistible
Fa' sure
So So Def

It's the 2k top dawg
Don't nobody want it
I got 10K on it, I'm the hottest thing out
If you look at me, you're lookin' at a kid with a plan
If you don't understand homie, check soundscan

So So Def to grain
You know our motto
In the street throwin' paper like we just won the lotto
Guest on the beat, like dubs hit on the six
Irresistible to all chicks, listen to the remix

Don't you try to tell me that he's not my type
To hide what I feel inside
When he makes me weak with desire

I know that I'm supposed to make him wait
Let him think I like the chase
But I can't stop fanning the fire
I know I'm meant to say no

But he's irresistible
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe

More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me

Oh, I can hardly breathe
Don't you think I'm trying to tell my heart what's right
That I should really say goodnight
But I just can't stop myself [Incomprehensible]

Maybe I'll tell him that I feel the same
That I don't want to play no game
'Cause when I feel his arms wrapped around me
I know I'm meant to say no
(I'm meant to say no)

But he's irresistible
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe
(I can hardly breathe)

More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me

Can't you see
Whenever he's close to me
I really find it hard to breathe
He's so irresistible

Think you know
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
He's so irresistible
(You're so irresistible)

But he's irresistible
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe
(I can hardly breathe)

More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me

But he's irresistible
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe
Irresistible to me

More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me

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Its Murda ( Cable Guy Remix ) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Its Murda ( Cable Guy Remix )
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Bruce Washington

Lyric:
It's murda, ha ha ha
It's murda, we back up in this muthafucka
It's murda

Y'all know who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
Holla back you bitch ass niggaz

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha nina'
In tha five series Beamer, dump and lean ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black madina's
Take crazy for genius

Hated like Jesus Christ
My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills with creases
My thesis more than extraordinary
And that nigga that got shot nine times

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
God may I ask yo' permission to take his life
This is your man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages

When done sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you hear that?
And I ain't talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire from nines

Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you like five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard about that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with, some where off of Sunset

Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got proof
Yo vest is no use when we cock and flame
It's Murda, murda incorporated

It's Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal nigga
It's Murda, muthafuckas

Rule these niggas crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe they won't win without me
Yo, I'm small lil' homies, frail but bold
Went from base to some bullshit like Jalen Rose

Got my blind D O G's readin' brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's cold
Clean my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas catch like Wayne Cherbet

Son of a gangsta, talk dirty son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha truth with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha thugs
Nigga Blade Part Two I got tha taste for blood

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop bombs
More militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen

You ain't a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta shit
And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta bitch
Pac' would have never did no song with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' y'all he ain't tha shit

We sex, money and murda you niggas
Ain't no playin' around with this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha city where tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga

Plat, Hussein tha don
Believe we got this shit poppin' in this muthafucka
Rule it's good
And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas walkin' out
Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia, Murda
Yound D', Merc, Exsaless

These niggas ain't ready for this gangsta shit right here
We been doing this shit for a long time
Y'all niggas got the streets confused nigga
We been on this gangsta thug shit

Bitch ass niggas you know what it is
Every time we touch tha muthafuckin' booth nigga
It's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas' asses
Niggas better gracefully bow tha fuck out nigga

Hussein Fatal nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B. nigga, Murder Inc bosses
Rule we here baby, Brick City Jerseys
Yeah, Shadow let's get it

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Down Bottom (Video Version/Remix) - Lyrics - Drag On

Title: Down Bottom (Video Version/Remix)
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Mel Jason Smalls, Truis Grey, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Oh, damn now bop to this oh
Yeah y'all know what this is
Flame on Juvenile Drag-On flame on
And now swizz, swizz beatz, yeah

Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops
Bet y'all niggaz can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop

'Cause that means I'm empty, and your full of it
Check what the bullet did, missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue, should have never rhymed this 'cause I miss you
I make plus cash y'all little niggaz can't fuck wit drag

Got the chain out so it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that you better bust back
'Fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash

Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back and read back
How you bust gats nigga we don't need that
I don't care about your feed back, y'all niggaz don't feed drag

Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at nigga?
Where the stash at nigga? Where the weed at?
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger

Mater fact where the ass at? 'Cause I got the Ruff Ryders
And I aint talkin' bout my niggaz
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack

That mean I broke that I'm fittin' to po-po
Wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo', ya know
You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga ruff rydin' Drag-On y'all niggaz and south siders

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

In the late night, we be cockin' high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe
And I say right, Juvenile hey tight, stay hype, now page mike
And make sure he got all the yeah, aight?

I'm tired of niggaz be thinkin' that you usin' me
Runnin' with them petty ass niggaz lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin' wit some change, yeah
And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah

You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same, yeah
Look, I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game
But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names, yeah
Playin' with the number one son don't play no games, yeah

Come outside don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys strapped with bandannas tryin' knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch, I ruff ryde your ass then
Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', that shit is funny

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out
I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out

East, west the right this for my niggaz up north
My guns made in China so you better dust off
'Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder I never ass bet ya'

And I won't even sweat ya' we roll much larger and better
My dough is never low but if drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather

Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Y'all make me so tired y'all niggaz still rappin'

Like y'all don't know my flows fire
Y'all ain't got y'all boots ain't got y'all suits
Probaly got a gun that ain't never shoot
When they come you better hope they don't name you

'Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you
Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you
'Fore I have your spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles

Wanna fuck, watch out she will bang you
'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail

Is you niggaz bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none, ha
You want to fuck'em till they cum, ha
Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

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