Get Me Through December - Lyrics - A Hundred Miles Or More: A Collection - Alison Krauss

Title: Get Me Through December
Album: A Hundred Miles Or More: A Collection
Artist: Alison Krauss
Composer(s): Fred Lavery, Gordie Sampson

Lyric:
How pale is the sky that brings forth the rain
As the changing of seasons prepares me again
For the long bitter nights and the wild winter's day
My heart has grown cold, my love stored away
My heart has grown cold, my love stored away

I've been to the mountain, left my tracks in the snow
Where souls have been lost and the walking wounded go
I've taken the pain, no girl should endure
But faith can move mountains of that I am sure
Faith can move mountains of that I am sure

Just get me through December
A promise I'll remember
Get me through December
So I can start again

No divine purpose brings freedom from sin
And peace is a gift that must come from within
And I've looked for the love that will bring me to rest
Feeding this hunger beating strong in my chest
Feeding this hunger beating strong in my chest

Just get me through December
Promise I'll remember
Get me through December
So I can start again

I've been to the mountain, left my tracks in the snow
Where souls have been lost and the walking wounded go
I've taken the pain no girl should endure
Faith can move mountains of that I am sure
But faith can move mountains of that I am sure

Get me through December
A promise I'll remember
Get me through December
So I can start again

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Through December - Lyrics - Laura Veirs

Title: Through December
Artist: Laura Veirs
Composer(s): Laura Veirs

Lyric:
Birds were falling from the sky, all leaves had turned to brown
The heartless cold froze everything and took my poor red down

Poor old red, she's dead and gone her eyes
I do remember at least I have this old guitar
To get me through December, through December

Her eyes were dark as winter's night both
Somehow young and old, I loved her most
The day she died her hair was colored gold

Poor old red, she's dead and gone her eyes
I do remember at least I have this old guitar
To get me through December, through December

Old man winter at my door, the sky heavy with snow, all's cold
But my heart poor red it's hard to let you go

Poor old red, she's dead and gone her eyes
I do remember at least I have this old guitar
To get me through December, through December

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Woman A Pressure Me - Lyrics - Boombastic - Shaggy

Title: Woman A Pressure Me
Album: Boombastic
Artist: Shaggy
Composer(s): Orville Burrell, Paul Crosdale, Bobby Dixon, Melbourne Miller, Donald Dennis

Lyric:
The gal say, it's about time she get the ring apan her finger
Talk about that sake a that she leave, I man a linger
I man now go the altar, hey

Beverly you, deh yah gal you looking good
Want me take out to the altar, if only I could gal
Me and my bother, me don't know if I should
A man don't want a marriage if him know it is not good you hear

Woman a pressure me left I man a linger
Say me now get her till the ring deh apan her finger
Gal, just a pressure me left Shaggy a linger
She say me now get her till the ring deh apan her finger

Love me, Beverly well now she sweet and she tender
Deh with her from nineteen, can't remember
Everyday, she see me just a pressure fi me fender
Talk 'bout how she want the ring pan her finger
Me promise her the ring she set the wedding fi December
Invite her friend and all her the family member
Me really couldn't see me self a step up to no altar, yes

Woman a pressure me left Shaggy, a linger
Say me now, get her till the ring deh apan her finger
Gal, just a pressure me left I man a linger
She say me now get her till the ring deh apan her finger

I want to settle the score before me go apan tour
But she wouldn't even let me through the damn front door
Me say nights after nights, I man a sleep apan der floor
Well now I try to hit the kitten and she said, "No more"
True me, love me sweetie pie I can't take it no more
Anyhow, she get the ring you know me life gone now for sure, yes

Woman a pressure me left I man a linger
Say me now get her till the ring deh apan her finger
Gal, just a pressure me left Shaggy a linger
She say me now get her till the ring deh apan her finger

Before you tie the knot well everything looks sweet
Now she wash, she cook, she clean and keep
Your house sparkling clean
Keep her body in a shape, young fresh and green
All when she a twenty-five years when she a sixteen
When you say, "I do" you probably think it's a dream
All at a sudden it's like the beauty turn in the beast
If I me you want marry, let me put you at ease
I rather gone roam this place
Like them damn Lego beast, Shaggy say

Woman a pressure me left I man a linger
Say me now get her till the ring deh apan her finger
Gal, just a pressure me left I man a linger
She say me now get her till the ring deh apan her finger

Love me, Beverly well now she sweet and she tender
Deh with her from nineteen, can't remember
Everyday, she see me just a pressure fi me fender
Talk about how she want the ring apan her finger
Me promise her the ring she set the wedding fi December
Invite her friend and all her the family member
Me really couldn't see me self a step up to no altar, yes

Woman a pressure me left I man a linger
Say me now get her till the ring deh aapan her finger
Gal just a pressure me left Shaggy a linger
She say me now get her till the ring deh apan her finger

Beverly you deh yah gal you looking good
Want me take out to the altar if only I could, gal
Me had a bother me don't know if I should
A man don't want a marriage if him know it is not good, you hear

Woman a pressure me left I man a linger
Say me now get her till the ring deh apan her finger
Gal just a pressure me left Shaggy a linger
She say me now get her till the ring deh apan her finger

I want to settle the score before me go apan tour
But she wouldn't even let me through the damn front door
Me say nights after nights, I man a sleep apan floor
Well now I try to hit the kitten and she said, "No more"
True me, love me sweetie pie I can't take it no more
Anyhow, she get the ring you know me life gone now for sure, yes

Woman a pressure me left Shaggy a linger

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1st Of Tha Month - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 1 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: 1st Of Tha Month
Album: The Collection: Vol. 1
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Michael J. Powell

Lyric:
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Hey, my nigga, we havin' a wonderful day and I won't fuck wit me, why?
'Cuz it's the 1st of tha month and now we smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts
And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin', come, come we got the blessed rum
From jumpin' all nights we high, hit up the block to where? East 99
I get wit my nigga to get me some yayo, double up nigga what you need?
We got weed to get P.O.D.'d

Fiend for the green leaves, give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low
'Cause the po, po creep when they roll slow
If you can't get away better toss that yayo, keep your bankroll
Yeah, we havin' a celebration, I love to stay high
And you better believe when it's time to grind
I'm down for mine, crime after crime fin to creep to the pad
'Cuz mom's got grub on the grill, if we got the food
You know, it's the 1st of tha month and my nigga we chills foe real

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wake up and I see that my sister is already dressed
She said, "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps
Watch and make sure no one snatches my check", nigga
That's the mailman sort through the mail and put it up in a me pocket
So I be hittin' the 99 to get me a dub foe forty bucks
But ain't nobody ride that rita hop on the 10 to the click
Ready to get 'em up with a me thugs, and to cash that dum
I gotta get paid there, there holla, holla

Saint Claire got much to offer, whether it be weed on 93
Or off on the glock glock for some dollars
So get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh
Most all of my niggas got the same and we gonna roll it all up to smoke
Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut, so fuck them po, po
Toss all that yayo, and we're gonna say no runnin' through the alley
And into the melee up on the second the sundown, those run from
January, November, December, remember the 1st of tha month

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

It's tha 1st of tha month, gotta grind gotta get mine
In the hood that I claim I slang on that double 9-9
Gotta find them dubs, gonna get a forty, can a thug get love?
What's up? Try to stand on my corner nigga
You'z a gonna Saint Claire niggas don't like that
And sellin' them dummies makin' that money come back nigga get pap pap
From the 1st to the 15th niggas smoke plenty weed
But I gotta save gotta come up, put my rocks on the cut

When I get high, nigga blaze that blunt, huh
Time to roll to the pad
Count up my profits and add it to the stash
Gotta watch my back see for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool
But never no shorts no losses
Dumpin' keepin' this niggas up off me see
Gotta search the whole block, spend a couple of bills
Thugs smoke a lot of weed on the 1st

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wakin' up feelin' buzzed off up early mornin' stretchin'
I'm yawnin' lightweight bent chugga lugga take a fifth to the dome
Instead I kick it with my trues
But it's the 1st, so I'm getting my hustle on

Hop on the phone, calling up Krayzie Bone
Wanna know did you O.G check come?
(She put me down)
I'mma hop on the bus with Biz
(Yo Brother let's get drunk)
And I'm coming with blunt after blunt of this skunk

Nigga T just put me down
Oh God, how I love when the 1st come around?
Now, I'm feelin' black and mild, headed cross town
'Cuz niggas the 1st to get celebrated
Rushin' to the block cuz I wanna get faded
Lookin' all wild cuz I'm getting me hair braided
We heavy off into this game
True to the 1st just call me that pro slang

Them nickels and dimes and 20's and 50's
The 1st be the day for the dopeman
Slangin' that cocaine fool and I'm working late tonight
And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs
'Cuz I got them rocks for them pipes, come, come with them ease
I gotta get paid on the 1st, gotta blaze up my spliff
Get live with the Bone Thugs, Poetic Hustlas
In the graveyard shift on the 1st

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
...

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Z - The Streets - Lyrics - The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly) - Jay

Title: Z - The Streets
Album: The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Dear God how can I explain myself?
JOh God bless me indeed
When I'm so confused
JEnlarge my territory
JPlace your love and protection over me at all times
Help me
JKeep me away from evil
Somebody answer me!echoes
JAllow me not to cause pain

Police in the background, screamin put the thing down
That's how hard I was trying to put my thing down
Si-rens ringin out, old ladies screamin out
All this attention for me and I'm barely sixteen now
It's feelin like a dream now
Handcuffed, roughed up, I'm tossed in the bing now
I'm lyin next to fiends now, that's the end of the story
Let me bring y'all niggaz back to the very first scene now
December 4th, a child is born
Before I knew it, had my pops trousers on
That's how we do it when the man of the house is gone
You either, stand or fall, I chose to stand
The hawk outside, so I blow my hand
It's a cold cold world but I overstand
Tryin to stay focused but I feel hopeless damn
Can't cope with bein broke, I'm a man - c'mon

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Get the best of you

Late one night I was, rollin the streets
Just, thinkin about what's goin on with me and
Trapped in this thug life, tryin to break free but
This thug life just keeps callin me
I'm livin life way too dangerously
I'm drownin in my misery
Looked in the mirror, there's my enemy
Cause poppa never was a part of me
Take one step at a time, mama said
Sweet memories still remain in my head
All of my life been lied to, misled
Voices be like, "Don't you wish you was dead?"
No ground to place my feet
I feel the fire under me
A way out is all I need
Somebody, answer me

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Get the best of you

Now the only thing left is more spirit to roam free
Cause ain't no goin home for me
It's a cold cold world but I blew my hand
A true first cause I knew that man
I knew what he would do if I didn't draw first
And I couldn't stand the thought of my momma steppin foot inside a church
All I try to do is try to get up out the dirt
Guess he's tryin to do the same, told me get up out his turf
I wanted to talk to him, but that shit'd never work
We was cut from the same cloth and what was under his shirt was his
Momma's rent, his young brother's clothes
My nephew's food, and with that I suppose
And with that I froze
Now my life is frozen in time behind these iron folds
And this story is told, for young soldiers
Who never choose the life we chose

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Get the best of you

Tears in my eyes as I look up, I'm tryin to
Hold back my pride but reality is screamin
Gotta get a job cause mo-mma also screamin
Streets are just like drugs, and it's like I'm out here fiendin
Forget all the hits in the industry, cause
Ain't no exceptions in this game for me, look
Neither God or my enemies, I
Choose God cause he understands, this
Young man with a thuggish heart
Whole world in his hands but still torn apart
Like I'm so close, but it's still so far
Nightmares of me in a swervin car, ohhh
No ground to place my feet (my feet)
I feel the fire under me (heyyy)
A way out is all I need (all I need)
Somebody, answer me

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Get the best of you

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High - Lyrics - Postcards from Heaven - Lighthouse Family

Title: High
Album: Postcards from Heaven
Artist: Lighthouse Family
Composer(s): Emmanuel Baiyewu, Paul Tucker

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Lyric:
When you're close to tears remember
Someday it'll all be over
One day we're gonna get so high

Though it's darker than December
What's ahead is a different color
One day we're gonna get so high

And at the end of the day remember the days
When we were close to the end
And wonder how we made it through the night

The end of the day remember the way
We stayed so close till the end
We'll remember it was me and you

'Cause we are gonna be
(Forever, high forever)
Forever you and me
(Forever, you and me forever)
You will always keep it flying high
(Forever, high forever)
In the sky of love
(Forever, you and me forever)

Don't you think it's time you started
Doing what we always wanted
One day we're gonna get so high

'Cause even the impossible
Is easy when we got each other
One day we're gonna get so high

And at the end of the day remember the days
When we were close to the end
And wonder how we made it through the night

The end of the day remember the way
We stayed so close till the end
We'll remember it was me and you

'Cause we are gonna be
(Forever, high forever)
Forever you and me
(Forever, you and me forever)
You will always keep it flying high
(Forever, high forever)
In the sky of love
(Forever, you and me forever)

'Cause we are gonna be
(Forever, high forever)
Forever you and me
(Forever, you and me forever)
You will always keep it flying high
(Forever, high forever)
In the sky of love
(Forever, you and me forever)

High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

And at the end of the day remember the days
When we were close to the end
And wonder how we made it through the night

The end of the day remember the way
We stayed so close till the end
We'll remember it was me and you

'Cause we are gonna be
(Forever, high forever)
Forever you and me
(Forever, you and me forever)
You will always keep it flying high
(Forever, high forever)
In the sky of love
(Forever, you and me forever)

'Cause we are gonna be
(Forever, high forever)
Forever you and me
(Forever, you and me forever)
You will always keep it flying high
(Forever, high forever)
In the sky of love
(Forever, you and me forever)

'Cause we are gonna be
(Forever, high forever)
Forever you and me
(Forever, you and me forever)
You will always keep it flying high
(Forever, high forever)
In the sky of love
(Forever, you and me forever)

'Cause we are gonna be
(Forever, high forever)
Forever you and me
(Forever, you and me forever)
You will always keep it flying high
(Forever, high forever)
In the sky of love
(Forever, you and me forever)

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Hey Mama - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: Hey Mama
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Kanye West, Donal Richard Leace

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Lyric:
(Hey Mama)
I wanna scream so loud for you
'Cuz I'm so proud of you
And let me tell you what I'm about to do
(Hey Mama)

I know I act a fool but I promise you I'm goin' back to school
And I appreciate what you allowed for me
And I just want you to be proud of me
(Hey Mama)

I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine
This little light of mine I'm finna let it shine
I'm finna take ya'll back to them better times
I'm finna talk about my mama if ya'll don't mind

I was three years old, when you and I moved to the Chi
Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold
You fixed me up somethin' that was good for my soul
Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl?

You work late nights just to keep on the lights
Mommy got me trainin' wheels so I could keep on my bike
And you would give me anything in this world
Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didn't give me your curl

And you never put no man over me
And I love you for that, Mommy, can't you see?
Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes
'Cuz a nigga cheatin, tellin' you lies

Then I started to cry as we knelt on the kitchen floor
I said, "Mommy, I'ma love you till you don't hurt no more
And when I'm older, you ain't gotta work no more
And I'ma get you that mansion that we couldn't afford"

See you're, unbreakable, unmistakable
Highly capable, lady that's makin' loot
A livin' legend too, just look at what heaven do
Send us a angel and I thank you, Mama

(Hey Mama)
I wanna scream so loud for you
'Cuz I'm so proud of you
And let me tell you what I'm about to do
(Hey Mama)

I know I act a fool but, I promise you I'm goin' back to school
And I appreciate what you allowed for me
And I just want you to be proud of me
(Hey Mama)

Forrest Gump mama said, "Life is like a box of chocolates"
My mama told me, "Go to school, get your doctorate
Somethin' to fall back on, you could profit with"
But still supported me when I did the opposite

Now I feel like it's things I gotta get
Things I gotta do just to prove to you
You was gettin' through, can the choir please
Give me a verse of 'You Are So Beautiful To Me'?

Can't you see you're like a book of poetry?
Maya Angelou, Nicky Giovanni
Turn one page and there's my mommy

Come on, Mommy, just dance wit me
Let the whole world see your dancin' feet
Now when I say, "Hey", ya'll say, "Mama"
Now everybody answer me, c'mon

(Hey Mama)
I wanna scream so loud for you
'Cuz I'm so proud of you
And let me tell you what I'm about to do
(Hey Mama)

I know I act a fool but I promise you I'm goin' back to school
And I appreciate what you allowed for me
And I just want you to be proud of me
(Hey Mama)

I guess it also depends though, if my ends low
Second they get up you gon' get that Benzo
Tint the windows, ride around the city and let ya friends know

Tell your job you gotta fake 'em out
Since you brought me in this world, let me take you out
To a restaurant, upper echelon
I'ma get you a Jag, whatever else you want

Just tell me what kind of S-type, Donda West like?
Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right
It don't gotta be Mother's Day or your birthday
For me to just call and say, "Mama"

(Hey Mama)
I wanna scream so loud for you
'Cuz I'm so proud of you
And let me tell you what I'm about to do

(Hey Mama)
You know I love you so and I'd never let you go
I wrote this song just so you know
No matter where you go, my love is true

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Cut Me, Mick - Lyrics - Paper Walls - Yellowcard

Title: Cut Me, Mick
Album: Paper Walls
Artist: Yellowcard
Composer(s): William Key, Pete Mosely, Longineu Iii Parsons, Sean Wellman-Mackin, Ryan Mendez

Lyric:
I can't keep this together
And I might lose this year
I can't get through December
And you know all my fears

Someplace, somewhere behind me
I walked right through the truth
Truth is that you're the one thing
That always pulls me through
This troubled life I choose

You are the one that I need
You know that I can still bleed
Bring me back to life
Bring me back to life

You bring me down from my cloud
You keep my feet on the ground
Bring me back to life
Bring me back to life

And when I thought that I might
Be invincible
It wasn't long before I
Was invisible

To your eyes and I swear
There's nothing left in here
And the more you say you don't care
The more I know you're there

You are the one that I need
You know that I can still bleed
Bring me back to life
Bring me back to life

You bring me down from my cloud
You keep my feet on the ground
Bring me back to life
Bring me back to life

I can't keep this together
You are the one that I need
I can't stay sick forever
You know that I can still bleed

I can't stop this disaster
You bring me down from my cloud
I can't fall any faster

You are the one that I need
You know that I can still bleed
Bring me back to life
Bring me back to life

You are the one that I need
You know that I can still bleed
Bring me back to life
Bring me back to life

You bring me down from my cloud
You keep my feet on the ground
Bring me back to life
Bring me back to life

You are the one that I need
You know that I can still bleed
You bring me down from my cloud
You keep my feet on the ground

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Know That - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

Title: Know That
Album: Black On Both Sides
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): T K Green, L Dorell, Dante Beze

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Lyric:
Hey, hey, hey man
I strike the empire back
I strike the empire back
Fuck the empire

High flyin' like the Millennium Falcon, piloted by Han Solo
I never roll for dolo, frontin' on me's a no-no
Understand? Doin' this for my family
Ha ha, check it out y'all

Yo, I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of what makes sense
Add it up, told my daddy I'd be a rich man
You never know when your fate gon' switch hand
Get today's solid ground out of yesterday's quicksand

I was a young boy, who dreamt about being a big man
On small looseleaf sheets I sketched a big plan
Gotta handle business properly, boost up my economy
Store it up and get my mom some waterfront property

Yesterday was not for me but nowadays it's time for me
The streets is watchin' me, I watch back, that's the policy
Movin' along my oddesey like blood through the artery
Navigate the treacherous and make it seem effortless

Let those who make the exodus seekin' the North beacon
From beatin' and hog-eatin', from punishment all season
From hands cracked and bleedin' cotton thorns in your palms
It's for y'all that I sketch these songs, and it goes

Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow
I fear no man, because faith is the arrow
My vocal chord travel worldwide to block narrow
We can blow with the ammo or go mano-a-mano

Kweli is you wit me? Let's make it happen
(Whattup whattup?)
I burn through your argument with action
My eyes stay fastened to tomorrow lookin' for a brighter day
When y'all wanna leave y'all? Right away

Shout it out from East-West, from South to Northern
From Cakalak' to California
From the coldest to the warmest
To the borders 'cross the waters, understand
And know that I love you
We got love in the place

Shout out to all the Queens all the seeds
To all the teams that's gettin' cream
From outlaw to emcee's
Make it happen do your thing, understand
And know that I love you
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen

Guess who? The illest MC in the atmosphere, yeah the Soul Controller
who roam the frontier like a Buffalo Soldier
I follow the code of honor like a real man gonna
Never disrespect no women 'cause I love my momma

These cats be givin' us praise but it ain't that accurate
I give it up to God, all that, love and attachment, get
Scary well-prepared with the shears when it get hairy
Like how these niggaz is lookin' like some fairies

And singin' like canaries to the beast
And anybody who will listen to 'em clearly
Y'all don't hear me though, even when I'm comin' through in stereo
You make a mockery of what I represent properly

Yo, why you startin' me? I take that shit straight to the artery
Intellectual property I got the title and the deed
I pay for rent, with the tears and sweat, and what I bleed
MC's imitate the way we walk, the way we talk

You cats spit lyrical pork with no spiritual thought
Plus your flow a little bit off, you come across soft
Back in the days, niggaz like that on stage got tossed off
Need to get crossed off the guest list

It's like you gotta be disrespected
And thrown out the exit to get the message
Sometimes your sunshine get snatched like a necklace
when you get too drunk on power and your drive get reckless
Check it, MC's in my face after I slug you then I hug you
If I gotta dead you know it's only 'cause I love you

Shout it out from East-West from South to Northern
From the richest to the poorest
To the elders in the coffins
Livin' native dyin' for it, understand
And know that I love you
Yeah, yeah, we got love in the place

Shout out from up top to the middle
To black bottom, sky high
Whether you colder than December or hotter, than July
It don't stop 'til we complete this
And know that I love you keep this fly
It's so much to life when you just

Stay black, stay black
Stay black, stay black
Stay black, stay black
Stay black, stay black
Stay black, stay black

My people, my people, my people people p-people
My people, my people, my people people p-people
My people, my people, my people people p-people
My people, my people, my people people p-people

My people, my people, my people people p-people
My people, my people, my people people p-people
My people, my people, my people people p-people
My people, my people, my people people p-people

My people, oh oh oh oh ohh, oh ohh

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My Wild Frontier - Lyrics - Faith - Faith Hill

Title: My Wild Frontier
Album: Faith
Artist: Faith Hill
Composer(s): Franne Golde, Robin B. Lerner, Marsha Malamet

Lyric:
How do I feel? Well, I feel so alone
Like a sad armadillo across this desert I roam
I've been stripped down bare 'til I break
Still the wheel keeps turning

Had me a sweet one, I tell no lie
Summer nights in the cornfields when the corn gets so high
We traveled clear across Wichita headin' north
Leavin' civilization

And there were highways to get across
And places far from here
And I was his lonesome prairie
And he was my wild frontier

Harvested peaches in a small border town
Saved all our wages, put ten percent down
I never thought I'd see the world through a child's eyes
Until early December

Then one Calgary morning still as glass
While my baby lay sleeping, an angel slipped past
And with one breath said I'm taking him back
To his Father in Heaven

Through gravel and ice and new fallen snow
I held him through my tears
Because I was his lonesome prairie
And he was my wild frontier

Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along, oh
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along, oh

And sometimes at night
I swear I can hear him calling out so clear
He says, "You were my lonesome prairie
And I'm still your wild frontier"

Oh get along here
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Babe, I miss you

Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along

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The Promise - Lyrics - Ill Na Na - Foxy Brown

Title: The Promise
Album: Ill Na Na
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Inga Marchand

Lyric:
Firm, Infamous, Brooklyn, Q B

My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant
Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit
Blink a eye, missed the comment
The calmest, it?s not a threat, it?s a promise, yeah

Who be the mahogany, mami? The slanted eyes
Hold it down, boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip
You web niggaz dead on, get fucked an' wet on
Shitted on, I want a low, fuckin' wit don

Like Ronald, thirty inch, Fortistrano
Million, sophisticado, illy movado
The Firm?s baby girl, my fam be my whole world
It figures 'cause she?d die for them niggaz

Doe or die status, mama be the baddest
From Brooklyn to Queensbridge, it?s pure havoc, havoc
We on a job, fuckin' wit Mobb
They had the drop on 'em, the slanted eyes peep the rocks on 'em

He kinda jig an' he bubblin' big
Dig a hole holdin', So?s, watch his cash start foldin'
An' bet though, twenty G craps wet though
Nas, you shoulda seen the nigga jet though

Had it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin' all of my ass
Of course, me, I threw the gas, thug nigga, turnin' real saucy
Firm lay low, I?ma play if you say so
So stay close like I?m 'bout to twist babe, bro
I laid it down, went a couple of rounds an' tried to flaunt him
I threw it on him, now he?s right where I want him

Got my mind in crooked ways
Saturated up in alize, you ain?t a threat, nigga
So get big, nigga, baby girl, crossin' over, send your soldiers
Toucha, fuck a rusher, this world is colder

Like a day in December 25th, son, I got gift
From monkey motherfuckers, that wanna rip
Get your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don?t look back
Respect this, like a Lexus repo man, I took that

Five cats to death, dog, like shop, I?m gonna set more
Handwritten obituaries, vocal through my chords
Lights out, just pull the nines out
Let?s find out, pointin' shook ones, they pointin' dimes out

It ain?t hard, straight up an' down, you get your deck pulled
My hand is full of fake niggaz, I position
Expensive intuition, fuck a rap competition
Gat expo, get a grip an' never let go

The tec blows, the rapper Noyd said that ass is wet though
Triple P, paranoid, plus petrol
Scared to death, put the pedal to the metal
Ghetto connections, Audi 4, take your section

You only get once chance, ain?t no second guessin'
We blessin', peepin' your style, them never testin'
Lessons of life, walk the night witcha weapon

Son, it's the drama that got me lookin' back constant
Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit
Blink a eye, missed the comment
The calmest, it?s not a threat, it?s a promise, yeah

Fox Boogs, whattup? They get the jack, what the fuck?
Lucked up, the thug nigga took a L, nigga bitched up
The snake niggaz slither like Jake, it all great
Ain?t no threat done, fuckin' with them niggaz that?s fake

They got though, pushin' a 850 auto, they sayin' nada
They know the Firm gettin' nachos
Cheddar like whatever, I see money frontin' in the land
I got him, I got me a fuck an' his man

Murderous, mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist
Ooh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist
It seem like he fuckin' wit cream, somethin' mean
You?ll be straight with his eight an' dead him on all his heroin

Realistically, papi is history, mami
I got this, chill, papa, let me rock this
I?m fuckin' wit fours to cock this, let me plot this
Ice, he nuttin' nice, if he front, take his life

At the shark bar, fuckin' wit duke, him an' his mans
Really frontin', boo, got him the red velor, Filas too
Here come my niggaz now, in the black Hummer stuntin'
Yeah, that?s the Firm, jig the fuck up an' body sumpin'

Whattup now, duke? His eyes cried from the inside
I seen all of his fears 'cause he about to fry
He looked at me, through his right eye
Was like, ?Mami, why??, I felt fucked up, I can?t lie

He was shook, Mega opened his chest, ain?t nuttin' left
But the sky blue land an' that nigga's last breath
Last breath

My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant
Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit
Blink a eye, missed the comment
The calmest, it?s not a threat, it?s a promise

My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant
Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit
Blink a eye, missed the comment
The calmest, it?s not a threat, it?s a promise

Yeah, it?s not a threat, Mobb Deep
Havoc an' Foxy duo, sick to death, baby
Firm, Escobar 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice
Grand Wiz, where you at, baby?
Queensbridge, Don Pu, the whole Brooklyn, pretty boy

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It'S Murda - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: It'S Murda
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Earl Simmons, Jeffrey B Atkins, Tyrone Gregory Fyffe

Lyric:
Urr, uh huh
Y'all motherfuckers ready or what?
Is y'all motherfuckers ready or what?
I don't think you are, I don't think so

They got my back against the buildin'
I'm the villain that's creepin' around corners
Like Shorty you see them niggas creepin' around, warn us
We might be comin' through, gunnin' through, runnin' through
So be careful what you do or the slugs might come to you

As long as I can remember, the streets have kept me safe
And ever since that time in December, the heat's been in my waist
I need an extra set of eyes so I keep my dogs with me
Doctor says let them die said his fuckin' dog bit me

I don't know what's wrong with me
But it seems like since you heard of us
Y'all niggas turnin' into murderers
Couldn't fuck with a third of us

Still against me and wantin' to see me in the box
Grillin' me all crazy when you see me and the L.O.X.
Leave you Red like Foxx, ain't nothin' funny about that
I see you in a coma, ain't comin' up out that

You hold on for too long
And they ain't pullin' the plug for you
I'll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug on you
It's murda, it's murda motherfuckers

I take a squat then post up with the toast up
I brin' beef to a closure, know somethin'?
From cats stackin' four-somes
I'm loathsome

I scream out fuck the world then I throw somethin'
Niggas schemin' hard but fuck it, it's the God
I leave bullets lodged leave you leanin' on your broad
And our punks leave you gagged up in your car
Slumpin' Kennedy-style with your memory out

What the fuck y'all want? Daddio with the calico
Let the gaty blow leave you bleedin' on your patio
I leave rivals on their backs lookin' up at the sky blue
Not only do I leave you I hide you, I before you
X and Ja-Rule, death before dishonor now and prior to

Boss man spy on you, conspire you
Me die before you? You liar, you
Niggas is dead off the hits I approve
Fuck it, I got the feds wearin' wired suits

Y'all niggas don't listen
Whether in streets or in prison
When we find them we twist them
They fuckin' up missin'
Y'all don't understand we want y'all all to hate it

It's murda, murder incorporated
It's murda, in crime we all related
It's murda, see if y'all can take it

I'ma murderer and murderin' anythin' that moves
Through ya nine niggas, straight do or die niggas
Caught up and fall victim to the worst shit
X, Jigga, and Ja as expected

Shot on the world and reflect it
Niggas don't respect it, so get it the worst way
Fuck with the wolves you get hunted like prey
Shot up in broad day, now everybody want you
I'm feelin' like stupid didn't the inc. warn you the first time

It's murda, whenever you see blood
It's murda, lay you down for the love
That's us, leave the lights on
Knife through your windpipe
'Cause most of your niggas ain't cut right

You thinkin' it's alright, but it ain't
I'm paralyzin' clowns up and down from the waist
Givin' niggas face lifts and takin' it
While makin' you bleed
And if I got a taste of the shit I'm takin' more than you need

It's nothin' but love between me, you, and these slugs
Hit him up wrap his body up in a area rug
Who holdin' the heat?
Who leavin' niggas cold in the street?
Y'all know me, ya Co-D, Ja-Rule the O.G.

Niggas better watch me closely
Get a grip, it's Hennessy that fuels all that murderin' shit
When I look in the mirror my reflection is killer
Jigga, X, Ja niggas, it's murda

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It'S Murda - Lyrics - Venni Vetti Vecci - Ja Rule

Title: It'S Murda
Album: Venni Vetti Vecci
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Earl Simmons, Jeffrey B Atkins, Tyrone Gregory Fyffe

Lyric:
Urr, uh huh
Y'all motherfuckers ready or what?
Is y'all motherfuckers ready or what?
I don't think you are, I don't think so

They got my back against the buildin'
I'm the villain that's creepin' around corners
Like Shorty you see them niggas creepin' around, warn us
We might be comin' through, gunnin' through, runnin' through
So be careful what you do or the slugs might come to you

As long as I can remember, the streets have kept me safe
And ever since that time in December, the heat's been in my waist
I need an extra set of eyes so I keep my dogs with me
Doctor says let them die said his fuckin' dog bit me

I don't know what's wrong with me
But it seems like since you heard of us
Y'all niggas turnin' into murderers
Couldn't fuck with a third of us

Still against me and wantin' to see me in the box
Grillin' me all crazy when you see me and the L.O.X.
Leave you Red like Foxx, ain't nothin' funny about that
I see you in a coma, ain't comin' up out that

You hold on for too long
And they ain't pullin' the plug for you
I'll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug on you
It's murda, it's murda motherfuckers

I take a squat then post up with the toast up
I brin' beef to a closure, know somethin'?
From cats stackin' four-somes
I'm loathsome

I scream out fuck the world then I throw somethin'
Niggas schemin' hard but fuck it, it's the God
I leave bullets lodged leave you leanin' on your broad
And our punks leave you gagged up in your car
Slumpin' Kennedy-style with your memory out

What the fuck y'all want? Daddio with the calico
Let the gaty blow leave you bleedin' on your patio
I leave rivals on their backs lookin' up at the sky blue
Not only do I leave you I hide you, I before you
X and Ja-Rule, death before dishonor now and prior to

Boss man spy on you, conspire you
Me die before you? You liar, you
Niggas is dead off the hits I approve
Fuck it, I got the feds wearin' wired suits

Y'all niggas don't listen
Whether in streets or in prison
When we find them we twist them
They fuckin' up missin'
Y'all don't understand we want y'all all to hate it

It's murda, murder incorporated
It's murda, in crime we all related
It's murda, see if y'all can take it

I'ma murderer and murderin' anythin' that moves
Through ya nine niggas, straight do or die niggas
Caught up and fall victim to the worst shit
X, Jigga, and Ja as expected

Shot on the world and reflect it
Niggas don't respect it, so get it the worst way
Fuck with the wolves you get hunted like prey
Shot up in broad day, now everybody want you
I'm feelin' like stupid didn't the inc. warn you the first time

It's murda, whenever you see blood
It's murda, lay you down for the love
That's us, leave the lights on
Knife through your windpipe
'Cause most of your niggas ain't cut right

You thinkin' it's alright, but it ain't
I'm paralyzin' clowns up and down from the waist
Givin' niggas face lifts and takin' it
While makin' you bleed
And if I got a taste of the shit I'm takin' more than you need

It's nothin' but love between me, you, and these slugs
Hit him up wrap his body up in a area rug
Who holdin' the heat?
Who leavin' niggas cold in the street?
Y'all know me, ya Co-D, Ja-Rule the O.G.

Niggas better watch me closely
Get a grip, it's Hennessy that fuels all that murderin' shit
When I look in the mirror my reflection is killer
Jigga, X, Ja niggas, it's murda

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What'Chu Like - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: What'Chu Like
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): Jurgen Korduletsch, Jermaine Dupri, Jorg Evers, Shawntae Harris

Lyric:
Oh look out, oh huh come on
What'chu like a whole lot a MY DICK
(Tell me yeah)
What'chu like me on the what?
(What'chu like?)
What'chu like?
(Can you tell me baby?)
All night long
(All night long)

I like 'em brown, yellow
Puerto Rican or Haitian with
Good conversation plenty big faces
It's a must I stay luxurious
Jewelry cut precision like I bust
Been with it since Funkdafied blew up
It's evident shit I can't be touched
Niggas say I'm too much I trust its true
Why lie? See for yourself when I slide through
Drive by your big say
Don't look, you do
Shine so bright in the wind you too
You wish boo boo could ride with you tonight
Ain't nothing in the world that Brat can't do
She attractive to them him, her, and you shit
Frostbit, December Unrestricted
Drop dead, the cost is priceless
Due to the content I suggest you like this

What do you like?
A whole lot of foreplay
Right before you get it started
What do you like?
Me on top
You on the bottom, tight body
What do you like?
Somebody that can make you say
Wow oh how, all night long
All night long, tell me

What's up? The setting a hot ass club
And you still be sweating me
I don't see nothing wrong with giving a little love
But nigga just let me breathe
Damn you cute as hell so let's switch the digits
Then I got to leave
And you can buy me a couple of drinks
But I'mma go socialize and smoke my weed
And I like it when you keep your eyes on me
And I like it when you touch my privacy
And I like it sex and ecstasy
When the belt buckle loosen up undress me
Already juiced up that come naturally
Wax on and off so romantically
No woman can slow dance or throw down like I can
Ask if you curious to know what I like

What do you like?
A whole lot of foreplay
Right before you get it started
What do you like?
Me on top
You on the bottom, tight body
What do you like?
Somebody that can make you say
Wow oh how, all night long
All night long, tell me

Let me tell you something
Well I start at the top of the list
With my pretty eyes, a cute nose
And these fat ass lips
My medallion zit in the middle of my tits
It's hit after hit
Shit sweet every sit down, to the last drip drop
Watch the hips rock
Color Me Bad tick tock you don't stop
To the thick thighs
Dick rise when I skip by
I ain't surprised
I'm what you like nigga

What do you like?
A whole lot of foreplay
Right before you get it started
What do you like?
Me on top
You on the bottom, tight body
What do you like?
Somebody that can make you say
Wow oh how, all night long
All night long, tell me

What do you like?
A whole lot of foreplay
Right before you get it started
What do you like?
Me on top
You on the bottom, tight body
What do you like?
Somebody that can make you say
Wow oh how, all night long
All night long, tell me

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The What - Lyrics - Method Man

Title: The What
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Osten Harvey, Christopher Wallace, Clifford Smith

Lyric:
I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick
To stop me from that HIV shit
And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie filling
Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing

Biggie Smalls is the illest
Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talking 'bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes

Bitches, I like 'em brainless
Guns, I like 'em stainless steel
I want the fuckin' Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty
Don't tempt me
(T H O D Man)
You don't want to fuck with Biggie

Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
It's the low killer death trap, yes, I'm a jet black ninja
Coming where you rest at, surrender

Step inside the ring, you'se the number one contender
Looking cold booty like your pussy in December
Nigga stop bitching, button up ya lip and
From Method, all you getting is a can of ass whipping

Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping
Acting as if it can't happen
You front and got me mad enough to touch something
Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something

So what cha want, nigga? Ya punk, nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kicking down your goddamn door
(And it goes a lil' something like this)

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it
Honies, shake your hips, ya don't stop
And niggaz pack the clips, keep on

Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew
Meth Tical, putting niggaz back in I.C.U.
I'm lifted, troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew
I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue

No question, I be coming down and shit
Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get
And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
I spark and they cells get warm, I'm not a gentle, man

I'm a Method Man
Baby, accept it, utmost respect it
(Assume the position)
Stop, look and listen
I spit on your grave, then I grab my Charles Dickens

Welcome to my center
Honies feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Far from the inventor but I got this rap shit sewed

And when my Mac unloads
I'm guaranteed another video
Ready to die, why I act that way?
Pop duke left Mom duke
The fagot took the back way

So instead of making hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-up
'Cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups
Excuse me, flows just grow through me

Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
It's the Praying Mantis
Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfucking rap phenomenon

Plus
(I got more glocks and techs than you)
I make it hot
(Nigga, won't even stand next to you)
Nigga, touch me, you better bust me
Three times in the head
Or motherfucker's dead, ya thought so

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it
Honies, shake your hips, ya don't stop
And niggaz pack the clips, keep on

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it
Honies, shake your hips, ya don't stop
And niggaz pack the clips, keep on

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R.O.C. - Lyrics - M.A.D.E. - Memphis Bleek

Title: R.O.C.
Album: M.A.D.E.
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Malik Cox, Dwight Grant, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
Yo just man, gimma a heat rock man
DGL we back in the club again, ya know? Holla
J-Jeah j-jeah j-jeah bounce! easy
Ya heard? We back, bitches
Don't be scared now, it's the Roc
We here, ya know? As if we left this bitch
Really though, ya know?
Marcy holla, uh oh, Brooklyn
Let's do this shit right, yo

I pull up on deuce deuces, still roofless
No security I move with shooters
V Tweezy dual exhaust
Stashbox like a childseat, tucked in the baby Taurus, DGL
I'm on skinnies, two with me
Battle of Armi, '89 in it I'm blowin' on Phillies
And yeah I'm high as fuck
And the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy as fuck

Say, I'm bug 'cause I walk with a hung John
Nine two hund' fifty, don't disrespect me
I call my nigga seal the deal
'Cause he just brought a G to seal the deal prick
And I got that on stand by
What you commercial niggas fly stand buy, won't you stand by
And let a nigga do his dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the

R, realest niggas puttin' it down
O, other niggas can't see us now
C, come through your hood snatch and reap up
But keep cannon on me to clear streets up

R, realest niggas puttin' it down
O, other niggas can't see us now
C, come through your hood snatch and reap up
But keep cannon on me to clear streets up

You talk jewels, my ears got 2K blazers
Roc jeans, Airs in all flavors
White tees and fitted's, backwoods and spinage
That's haze for you dudes who don't get it
I smoke silver and strawberry
Easy ball like Maurberry you know I'm not the ordinary
I keep one that keep one
Yeah my bitch bag bitches too, we the illest crew

Nothin' change but the rims upgrade
It's quarters now ma, and I'm on it now
So hop in, I pull off like toupes
And the only thing I rock on my hip that's two ways
My bitch, my beeper, Bleek keep two heaters
Still peeling the city with two seaters
And you know how I does it while I'm doin' it
Black coupin' it bitch, I keep two in it

R, realest niggas puttin' it down
O, other niggas can't see us now
C, come through your hood snatch and reap up
But keep cannon on me to clear streets up

R, realest niggas puttin' it down
O, other niggas can't see us now
C, come through your hood snatch and reap up
But keep cannon on me to clear streets up

Look here, I live wild like Q cousin, day-day
Anytime I want, I take they K
Next Friday, till November
Stay two more weeks I'll be home in December
You know I move like that
The game all mad 'cause I'm back with my tool like that
I'm in that big body truck
That I whip through the sky like I don't give a fuck

Got trucks with drivers, cars low mileage
Just copped it, I drove it and parked it
Truthfully that's my Sunday wheel
And your wife, real nice, she my Sunday feel nigga
I got one day for her still okay for her
But by sunrise, I throwed her one high
You know I'm up and out
Hit the brake clutch throw it in first, pull out easy gone, it's the

R, realest niggas puttin' it down
O, other niggas can't see us now
C, come through your hood snatch and reap up
But keep cannon on me to clear streets up

R, realest niggas puttin' it down
O, other niggas can't see us now
C, come through your hood snatch and reap up
But keep cannon on me to clear streets up

R

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Z - December 4th - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - December 4th
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Walter Jerome Boyd, Elijah A. Powell Jr., Shawn C. Carter, X J Smith

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Lyric:
Shawn Carter was born December 4th
Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces, he was the last of my 4 children
The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him
And that's how I knew that he was a special child

"Hi baby, what's wrong?
You look like, you've lost your best friend
Tell me, is it something that I've done again?
You look like, you've lost your best friend tell me"

They say, "They never really miss you till you dead or you gone"
So on that note I'm leaving after the song
So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on

I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the siccamore tree which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At 10 pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain

Although through the years I gave her her fair share
I gave her her first real scare I made it from birth and I got here
She knows my purpose wasn't purpose I ain't perfect I care
But I feel worthless 'cause my shirts wasn't matchin' my gear

Now I'm just scratchin' the surface 'cause what's buried under there
Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared
I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted
But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted, hold on

Shawn was a very shy child growing up
He was into sports and a funny story is
At 4 he taught his self how to ride a bike
A two wheeler at that isn't that special?
But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up

Now all the teachers couldn't reach me
And my momma couldn't beat me
Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so
With that distain in my membrane

Got on my pimp game
Fuck the world my defense came
Then Dahaven introduced me to the game
Spanish Jose introduced me to cane, I'm a hustler now

My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd
And all the wavy light skinned girls is lovin' me now
My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag
Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged

Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had
Supposedly knowin' nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
That came second to me movin' this crack

Gimme a second I swear
I will say about my rap career
Till 96 came niggas I'm here
Good-bye

Shawn use to be in the kitchen
Beating on the table and rapping
And um, until the wee hours of the morning
And then I bought him a boom box
And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts
But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble

Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush
Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush
And you in a drop your so easy to touch no two days are alike
Except the first and fifteenth pretty much

And trust is a word you seldom hear from us
Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up
And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up
You learn to work the water without workin', of thirst you'll die yup

And niggas get tied up for product
And little brothers ring fingers get cut up
To show mothers they really got 'em
And this was the stress I live with till I decided

To try this rap shit for a livin', I pray I'm forgiven
For every bad decision I made every sister I played
'Cause I'm still paranoid to this day
And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made
This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me

If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black

Now if you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black

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