Give A Hand, Take A Hand - Lyrics - Bee Gees

Title: Give A Hand, Take A Hand
Artist: Bee Gees
Composer(s): Maurice Ernest Gibb, Barry Alan Gibb

Lyric:
I wish the world was run by all the little children
We could be happy once again
We won't hurt when we're like little children
And we won't ever feel the pain

Now when my fight for life on earth is over
And I leave 'cause I can't stay
All my love belongs to you hereafter
And we'll all join hands another day

Everybody's got to give a hand
Everybody's got to take a hand
Everybody's got to fall in love, yeah
To make everybody understand
Everybody's got to give, take a hand

I love you, yes, I do, I told you a million times now
Now, do you believe the words I say?
All my life belongs to you hereafter
And we'll all join hands another day

Everybody's got to give a hand
Everybody's got to take a hand
Everybody's got to fall in love, yeah
To make everybody understand
Everybody's got to give, take a hand

Everybody's got to give a hand
Everybody's got to take a hand
Everybody's got to fall in love, yeah
To make everybody understand
Everybody's got to give, take a hand

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Second Hand Woman - Lyrics - Take It Home - B.B. King

Title: Second Hand Woman
Album: Take It Home
Artist: B.B. King
Composer(s): Joe Sample, Will Jennings

Lyric:
She told me she'd been loved before
If I took a little less, she'd give a little more
She told me she'd been hurt a lot
But somehow she still knew what a woman's love was for

She said if I would take a second hand woman
The night wouldn't be so long
She said if I would take a second hand woman
She'd put love where love belonged

I said that's alright with me, I'll do everything I can
After all, baby, I'm a second hand man

I showed her where I'd hid the scars
From all the battles I'd fought in lost and lonely wars
It took all night for us to understand
Life had led us to love's old soft and healing hand

She said if I would take a second hand woman
The night wouldn't be so long
She said if I would take a second hand woman
She'd put love where love belonged

I said that's alright with me, baby, I'll do everything I can
After all, baby, I'm a second hand man

She said if I would take a second hand woman
The night wouldn't be so long
She said if I would take a second hand woman
She'd put love where love belonged

I said that's alright with me, baby, I'll do everything I can now
After all, baby, I'm a second hand man

Would you take a second hand woman?
Would you take a second hand man?
Would you take a second hand woman?
Would you take a second hand man?
Would you take a second hand woman?
Would you take a second hand man?

You know I've been used

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Give A Little - Lyrics - Cocked & Loaded - L.A. Guns

Title: Give A Little
Album: Cocked & Loaded
Artist: L.A. Guns
Composer(s): Mick Cripps, Philip Lewis, Tracii Guns, Kelly Nickels, Steve Riley

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Lyric:
Long time ago knew a sweet little lassy
Hair like fire and a walk kinda sassy
She had ruby lips and sleazy eyes
Jungle hips and Lucy Lucy thighs

Baby baby, take my hand
Baby baby, understand

Give a little love to your baby
Give a little love to your man

She had a reputation and a cruel smile
You can give her an inch and she'll take a mile
Holy waters only make believe
Betty Boop what you doing to me?

Baby baby, take my hand
Baby baby, understand

Give a little love to your baby
Give a little love to your man

Alright now

Now I'm driving all night in a limousine
She's showing me things I've never seen
There's a place in the world for a woman like you
Doing all the things that you gotta do

Baby baby, take my hand
Baby baby, understand

Give a little love to your baby
Give a little love to your man

Give a little love to your baby, baby
Give a little love to your man

Give a little love, give a little love, give a little love
Give a little love, give a little love, give a little love

Give a little, give a little
Give, give a little, give a little

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Damn (Remix) - Lyrics - Youngbloodz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Damn! (Pitbull Remix) - Lyrics - Youngbloodz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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100 Yrs - Lyrics - The Real Testament - Plies

Title: 100 Yrs
Album: The Real Testament
Artist: Plies
Composer(s): Algernod L Washington

Lyric:
Every time I think this *** gettin' rough
For me out here *** I just remind myself, dawg
Monday through Friday, homie
From 8 in the mornin' to 5 in the evenin', dawg

It's some *** in the court room 'round the country ***
Fightin' for their muh'*** lives, dawg
The *** bannin' *** everyday, ***

My dawg went to court today, they gave him 15
*** banned my lil' ***, he was 17
Young *** don't even know what all that time mean
*** done shattered my *** dreams

They howlin' mandatory, they want him to do the whole thang
*** showed up in court on my dawg and did his thang
*** did my ***, now I got to bust his brain
*** woulda did me, my dawg'd do the same

His lady callin' me cryin' and now I feel her pain
Tired of losin' all my *** to the chain gang
In thirty minutes a *** whole life can change
*** over sinister *** when this *** gon' change?

*** give a *** a 100 years
Have yo? mama leavin' out the courtroom in tears
*** don't love to have a *** breathin' for real
Take a *** life from him, they don't know how it feel

*** give a *** a 100 years
Have yo? mama leavin' out the courtroom in tears
*** don't love to have a *** breathin' for real
Take a *** life from him, they don't know how it feel

Ain't talked to my dawg yet but I know he sick
Next 15 years of his life behind a fence
A *** find a *** guilty and hit him with the bench
Gave one of my dawgs 27 on his first offense

The time they get the *** for the crime ain't makin' sense
They jacked the number up, now it's 85 percent
They did that to make you *** out there snitch
And put conspiracy in the game, to railroad the click

And *** feel like *** ain't got no common sense
A *** paper ain't right, they banned him off the rip
A public defender don't get you *** but a long trip
And judge sentencin? innocent *** without a guilt

*** give a *** a 100 years
Have yo? mama leavin' out the courtroom in tears
*** don't love to have a *** breathin' for real
Take a *** life from him, they don't know how it feel

*** give a *** a 100 years
Have yo? mama leavin' out the courtroom in tears
*** don't love to have a *** breathin' for real
Take a *** life from him, they don't know how it feel

How in the *** can fo' birds get you a life sentence?
But give a *** 7 years for money launderin' millions
Shoot a *** in the leg, they sentence you like you killed him
*** catch you with that hand and put you under the buildin'

You a ***, that mean you guilty 'til proven innocent
Money talk and bull*** walk a thousand miles
You ain't got a paid lawyer then don't go to trial
*** owe each other favors, they'll swap ya out

You give us him, we'll give you him, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
*** took 30 years on a cop out
***, you get 30 years for breakin' in a *** house
*** playin' a dirty game, boy, this *** wild

*** give a *** a 100 years
Have yo? mama leavin' out the courtroom in tears
*** don't love to have a *** breathin' for real
Take a *** life from him, they don't know how it feel

*** give a *** a 100 years
Have yo? mama leavin' out the courtroom in tears
*** don't love to have a *** breathin' for real
Take a *** life from him, they don't know how it feel

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Made Man - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Made Man
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
I been in this game for a while I'm a paid man now
On my sixth solo album I'm a made man now
Six years strong in this game been doing my thang
Eighteen, livin' a millionaire dream
All my niggas worth ten G's
Twenty on my Rolex five on my pinky ring
In my younger day I was facin' penitentiary
I was packin' 22s back in elementary

I done been through it all
A muthafuckin' juvenile I can go through fall
Hookin' up with my partnas takin' niggas to war
Gettin' street drivers and poppin' up a nigga car
Before the school bell ring I was smokin' a gar
Runnin' to my mama residence off the set
Snatchin' bundles of rock is something that I regret
But I done shaked that life 'cuz B.G. got plans
From being a wise guy to becoming a made man

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

Nigga I'm a made man gold mouth dog
Tattooed and scarred up playboy my neck and wrist fog
But these white folks tryin' ta bust a nigga balls
Tru to life game spittin' since 96 boy
Now I'm out cha with my homies and I'm actin' a hog
True to what I seek tryin' ta live my songs fall
Nigga outta line puttin' ten on his feet
Muthafuckas creep, nigga want war, let's take it to the street

Me and my lil' B.G. tag teamin' in 93
I keep it real with my family and my fuckin' peeps
Nigga disrespect let's put the nigga to sleep
I'm discreet about the things that I do on the streets
Them niggas be sayin', "Baby, put that fuckin' boy to sleep"
Them niggas be sayin', "Baby, put that change on his feet"
I got these niggas sayin', "That boy baby's a crook"
I got these hoes sayin', "That boy baby off the hook"

Lockin' down the whole project for self-respect
And them police be sayin' I know he on paper he got a tech
Nigga I'm a muthafuckin' made man
Fuck with my lil' B.G's and nigga you a dead man
Helicopters and choppers is what I save man
I'm a paid man 'til I'm a dead man
Nigga, I'm a muthafuckin' made man
Say what?
I'm mutha made man
I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I'm on a level where I ride on dubbs now
I'm on a level old timers give me love now
I walk the street nigga respect the B.G.
Because I made it I'm a major part of CMB
Baby, gave me the game at a young age
Handle yo business bust a head if you feel played
And best believe I done took some niggas off the shelf
God forgive me, I got a graveyard under my belt

I done walked in the killer shoes, the drug dealer shoes
Done bad masked up and gave niggas blues
I been in the game for a while I done graduated
I feel deep down in my heart I can't be faded
You don't know what I done been through to get to
Where I'm at now cross me I'll flip you
I'm doin' hella good but I done done bad
I'm glad to say that I'm a made man

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

My nigga Juve a muthafuckin' made man nigga
My nigga Fresh a muthafuckin' made man nigga
I know Baby a muthfuckin' made man nigga
Suga Slim a muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

Hoes respect me, I'm a made man nigga
Hoes respect me 'cuz I'm a made man nigga
Niggas respect me 'cuz I'm a made man nigga
Hoes respect me 'cuz I'm a made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man, made man

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Reap The Wild Wind - Lyrics - Ultravox

Title: Reap The Wild Wind
Artist: Ultravox
Composer(s): Warren Cann, Midge Ure, Chris Allen, Billy Currie

Lyric:
Reap the wild wind
Reap the wild wind

Reap the wild wind

A finger points to show a scene
Take my hand, take my hand
Another face where mine had been
Take my hand, take my hand
Another footstep where I once walked
Take my hand, take it all

You take my hand and give me your friendship
I'll take my time and send you my slow reply
Give me an inch and I'll make the best of it
Take all you want and leave all the rest to die

Reap the wild wind

A footprint haunts an empty floor
Take my hand, take my hand
A fading coat that I once wore
Take my hand, take my hand
Oh, desolation where I once lived

I have seen in times gone by
I have felt a different shadow on the wall
A stranglehold on a certain feeling

You take my hand and give me your friendship
I'll take my time and send you my slow reply
Give me an inch and I'll make the best of it
Take all you want and leave all the rest to die

Reap the wild wind
Reap the wild wind

You take my hand and give me your friendship
I'll take my time and send you my slow reply
Give me an inch and I'll make the best of it
Take all you want and leave all the rest to die

Reap the wild wind

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A Way - Lyrics - Michael W. Smith

Title: A Way
Artist: Michael W. Smith
Composer(s): Tim Marsh, Michael W Smith, Gary Chapman

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Lyric:
Caught in a dream of where I want to be wrapped in a web of where I am
I feel a wall between what is and what should be
You find me waiting for a miracle You hear me praying for a plan
You are the only one prepared to rescue me

Then You take away the distance found between the truth and me
And You give a simple reason to my restless rhyme
Whoa, hide me in the heaven You have held within your hand
And make a way to find a way to soothe my mind

There is a way that might seem right to me
A dim reflection of what's good just an illusion of the best that I can be
But there's another path You offer me I wish I always understood
Some way You see right through my thoughts and know my needs

Then You take away the distance found between the truth and me
And You give a simple reason to my restless rhyme
Whoa, hide me in the heaven You have held within your hand
And make a way to find a way to soothe my mind
Please come soothe my mind

You alway take away the distance found between the truth and me
And You give a simple reason to my restless rhyme
And You hide me in the heaven You have held within your hand
You always make a way to find a way to soothe my mind

Yeah, You take away the distance found between the truth and me
And You give a simple reason to my restless rhyme
And You hide me in the heaven You have held within your hand
You always make a way to find a way to soothe my mind

Yeah, You take away the distance found between the truth and me
And You give a simple reason to my restless rhyme
And You hide me in the heaven You have held within your hand
You always make a way to find a way to soothe my mind

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Travelin' Band - Lyrics - Last Man Standing - Jerry Lee Lewis

Title: Travelin' Band
Album: Last Man Standing
Artist: Jerry Lee Lewis
Composer(s): John Fogerty

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Lyric:
Seven thirty seven
Comin' out of the sky
Won't you take me down to Memphis
On a midnight ride?

I wanna move
Playin' in a travelin' band, oh yeah
I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand
Playin' in a travelin' band

Take me to the hotel
Baggage gone, oh, well
Come on, come on
Won't you get me to my room?

I wanna move
Playin' in a travelin' band, oh yeah
Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand
Playin' in a travelin' band

Listen to the radio
Talk 'bout the late show
Someone got excited
Won't you call the State Militia?

Wanna move
Playin' in a travelin' band, oh yeah
I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand
Playin' in a travelin' band

Here come again
On a Saturday night
Oh with your fussin' and your fightin'
Won't you get me to there right?

I wanna move
Playin' in a travelin' band, oh yeah
I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand
Playin' in a travelin' band

Well, I'm playin' in a travelin' band
I'm playin' in a travelin' band
Won't you give us all a hand?
I gotta hand, got a hand, give a hand
Playin' in a travelin' band

I'm playin' in a travelin' band
Playin' in a travelin' band
I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand
Playin' in a travelin' band

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Take A Little Time - Lyrics - Gary Moore

Title: Take A Little Time
Artist: Gary Moore
Composer(s): Gary Moore

Lyric:
I know the reason
You turn your back
On things that you don't wanna hear
I know this feelin'
I get from you
When you try to act so sincere

But I don't know
What's making you behave this way
I'm gonna go
You never hear a word I say
You better learn to

Take a little time
To show me that you care for me
Take a little time
To show me you're still there for me

I know the danger
You're holding all the cards
Because you think I'll wait
You're like a stranger
You better show your hand
Before it gets too late

But I don't know
What's making you behave this way
I'm gonna go
I might as well just walk away
If you don't learn to

Take a little time
To show me that you care for me
You gotta take a little time
To show me you're still there for me
You better take a little time
To show me what's been going on
It's been like this for much too long
Take a little time

Don't hand me all these lines
My eyes are open wide now
Don't give me all your lies
I'm gettin' much too wise for you
Take a little time
Yeah

But I don't know
What's making you behave this way
You never hear a word I say
I might as well just walk away
If you don't learn to

Take a little time
To show me that you care for me
You better take a little time
To show me you're still there for me
You gotta take a little time
To show me what's been going on
It's been like this for much too long
Take a little time
You gotta take a little time

I'm tellin' you
You gotta take a little
Take a little time
Take a little time
Take a little
Take a little time

You gotta take a little
Take a little
You gotta take a little
Take a little time

I'm tellin' you
Take a little
Take a little time

Take a little
Take a little time

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Hold On - Lyrics - Made In the Dark - Hot Chip

Title: Hold On
Album: Made In the Dark
Artist: Hot Chip
Composer(s): Owen Clarke, Al Doyle, Joseph Goddard, Felix Martin, Alexis Benjamin Taylor

Lyric:
My only weapon was my pen
But I traded it for my hand
Not a smart move but my move
Does this say I'm a man?

My only lesson was in my brains
But I traded them for my hand
Not a smart move, a repeat move
Does this put pay to our plan?

Hey, hey
You'll never get to heaven if you don't give back
So give back a little twist if you wanna lend a hand

Wait, wait
Don't leave before I'm finished if you do then that's rude
You may learn a little bit about those things you do

I'm only going to heaven if it feels like hell
I'm only going to heaven if it tastes like caramel
Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on, hold on, hold on

Sir, I've a good mind to take you outside, outside, outside
Sir, I've a good mind to take you outside, outside, outside

My only weapon was my pen
But I traded it for my hand
Not a smart move but my move
Does this say I'm a man?

My only lesson was in my brains
But I traded them for my hand
Not a smart move, a repeat move
Does this put pay to our plan?

Hey, hey
You'll never get to heaven if you don't give back
So give back a little twist if you wanna lend a hand

Wait, wait, wait
Don't leave before I'm finished if you do then that's rude
You may learn a little bit about those things you do

I'm only going to heaven if it feels like hell
I'm only going to heaven if it tastes like caramel
Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on, hold on, hold on

Sir, I've a good mind to take you outside, outside, outside
Sir, I've a good mind to take you outside, outside, outside
Girl, I've a good mind to take you outside, outside, outside
Girl, I've a good mind to take you outside, outside, outside

I'm only going to heaven if it feels like hell
I'm only going to heaven if it tastes like caramel

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Where Do We Go - Lyrics - Look What You Made Me - Yung Berg

Title: Where Do We Go
Album: Look What You Made Me
Artist: Yung Berg
Composer(s): Jason Fleming, Alan Parsons, Christian Ward, Eric Woolfson

Lyric:
Bro, what's poppin'?
It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town niggas link up
Without no further a due
I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in

Where do we go from here?
Now that all of the children are grown up
And I will respond my time
Knowing nobody gives us a hand

Aye
(Aye)
If y'all niggas don't get ya money right
This time you know what sayin'
I'm giving niggas till the end of 07 'bout 08
(Where we going?)
My bank account gon' have eight digits that is
Let's go
(Let's go)

Nobody gave me nothing
I made 50 of a pack
When I made 100
I ran straight to the block
Bounced back with the work like
(Take it all, you need me)
Yes, sir

Niggas better get wit the program
I'm fast on a track
But I kill a slow jam
Oh man, goddamn
(Take it all, you need me)

YB gang, that's the new thang
Brand new chain is straight from Hussein
Mo shoes, mo cars
(Take it all, you need me)
Mo clothes, mo brain, oh yeah

You done seen a few niggas
Wit a yang like me
Never really had doh and shorty like my
Never rolled around in a drop top V

Like me, like we, YB, that's us
Too fast, too hard
(Take it all, you need me)
Young Buck, catch up, yep

I'ma prime time player
Shorty, don't smoke weed
She a high time hater and
Why date her hand, my paper is
(Take it all, you need me)
Few taller than a skyscraper

Niggas better know how to ride the 101
Big shotgun and I buy another one and another
(And another)
And another
(And another)
(Take it all, you need me)
Keep going, is you wit it?

You ain't got shit to say less you did it
You ain't never came from nothin' and blew wit it
(But)
Who did it?
(Yep)
I did it
YB, that's the new

Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
(Take it all, you need me)

Where we going from here niggas?
I know where we going
But where you going?
Don't miss the train nigga

Headed straight to the Yung Boss mansion
South side stand up
Location top of the world
West side get up K-Town, Twista get 'em

Now, now, I'm a old G in the city and ya knew one day
A nigga was gon' come along and spit that real shit
Wanna bet, what?
(Take it all, you need me)
That he too much of a thug for you
Wanna be ballers out here to deal with

Make it competition, go sit on the couch for him
If he need work I'ma hand it out for him
If he need a pistol I'ma hand it out for him
(Take it all, you need me)
Yung Berg and the Twista and I'll vouch for him, that's me

Could spit it just so I could spit it
Flow a just so could flow a, fuck her like I could fuck her
(Take it all, you need me)
Do her like I could do her, get it how you got to get it

Me and my boy came up on tha block
Hustling by the building
Just stacking the money up to the ceiling
Ain't no penicillin finna hit 'em
When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Yung Berg
Where we go after we kill 'em?

'Cuz we gettin' money and the roof gon' be so wicked
Is the reason we can kick it how we kick
And it's the reason why we pull up on the 30's
(Take it all, you need me)
And the Hummers and we don't give a fuck
If we get a ticket and

Why I pay a hundred dollars for a watch?
Five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans
And thirty thousand for a Charger
(Take it all, you need me)
Two hundred for all cops on the first look
Got money on the books

And we got the dollars for Impalers
And the Thumpers and the Hummers
And I'm throwing out the other figgas
Yung B E R to the G wit the TB some killas
And we never taking shit from off another nigga

Every time I had mo of to dank
Niggas think I be finish
But I got mo in the tank
I'ma score about 80 on 'em

And go in the paint
(Take it all, you need me)
I'ma take a chunk of ya chip
And then go to the bank so, uh

Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
(Take it all, you need me)

Yes sir, niggas said Dr Wine wasn't nothing
3 years later Dr Wine got a budget
4 years later now everybody love it
(Take it all, you need me)
God fucking damn

Niggas said June wasn't that hot
JB sitting back and I was gon' flop
Now we on top like dog I told ya
(Take it all, you need me)

M holla what's good miss ride out
Let these motherfuckers
Know what we talk about
Left lane, Yung Boss

Get ya money we 'bout to turn the lights out
We about to take it straight to the white house
Cook crack clean it up then I write down
Everything that I see we I come around
(Take it all, you need me)
Every state every hood that I've been around

84th, just seen to the buggie down
Niggas know I blow weed when I put it down
Niggas know I got love, niggas know I been plugged
(Take it all, you need me)
That's right I'ma a prince of the Chi-Town

So where my south side niggas at right now
We gon' all line up in a single file
And give the whole world something they can sing about
(Take it all, you need me)

Rule 1, better live what you speak bout
Rule 2, don't slip when you creep out
Rule 3, grab heat when you leave out
Rule 4, don't rush nigga ease out
(Take it all, you need me)
And Rule 5, fall or die

Cop that shit that the ballers buy
Ride that wip that the ballers drive
Big GT Royce Chevy that's ridin' high
Swang on 'em when you ridin' by and I'm gone

Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
(Take it all, you need me)

Yea, it's the boss, baby
Look what you made me
Where we going from here?
So you ridin' wit us so good luck
You could be with this or that

Yea, so there you have it
Eat your fucking heart out on this one
Yung Berg, Twista, ugh

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He'S A Man - Lyrics - I'm Breathless - Madonna

Title: He'S A Man
Album: I'm Breathless
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Madonna Patrick Leonard, Susan Leonard

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Lyric:
All work and no play
Makes Dick a dull dull boy, career gets in the way
Square jaw, such a handsome face
Why do you have to save the human race?

Life of crime, no it never pays
Clean up the streets and make your secret get-away
All alone, in your room with your radio
No one to hold you, had to let her go

You're a man with a gun in your hand
Waging a war between good and evil can be a bore
If you don't take time, it's not nice, so here's my advice
Take your love on the run, oh God, let me be the one
Man with a gun

All boss and no brains
Bullies and thugs, they take up all your time in vain
Can't let go, someone cries and you hear the call
Who's gonna catch you, don't good guys ever fall?

You're a man with a gun in your hand
Waging a war between good and evil can be a bore
If you don't take time, it's not nice, so here's my advice
Take your love on the run, oh God, let me be the one
Man with a gun

All alone, in your room with your radio
No one to hold you, I would never let you go

You're a man with a gun in your hand
Waging a war between good and evil can be a bore
If you don't take time, it's not nice, so here's my advice
Take your love on the run, oh God, let me be the one
'Cause I can show you some fun and I don't mean with a gun no

You are a man with a gun in your hand
Waging a war between good and evil can be a bore
If you don't take time, it's not nice. so here's my advice
Take your love on the run, oh God, let me be the one
Man with a gun, take it out of your hand

Waging a war between good and evil can be a bore
If you don't make time, it's not nice, so here's my advice
Take your love on the run, oh God, let me be the one
I can show you some fun, give me that gun

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Finger Smith - Lyrics - Boombastic - Shaggy

Title: Finger Smith
Album: Boombastic
Artist: Shaggy
Composer(s): Robert Mcdona Livingston, Orville Burrell, Paul Crosdale, Melbourne Miller, Donald Dennis

Lyric:
Now, this is for amusement purposes only, ha
Be careful of your neighborhood pick-pocket
Me [unverified] them call name slick
Who this?

Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it
Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it

Now
Hole heap a pocket, weh, him rob a hole, heap a people him pick
Him pick bill [unverified], money bag, check and wallet
Hand bag and pocket book purse and make-up kit
In a woman bag, him thief a lipstick

In a dread locks jacket, him thief a chew stick
Behind him ears, corner him, the boy take a splif
Him take three [unverified] out a haggler basket
Take a tin a Vaseline out of a young girl pocket

Take ten pantyhose, about eleven teen slip
Take a gal teeth from under her top lip
Take off a gal hair and leave on the clip
Take off a guy shoes and leave the polish

Strip a gal naked and she don't even feel it
Who do it? Mr. slick tuper tail bandit
Original Finger Smith from down in your district
That's why

Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it
Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it

What is his occupation, a big Finger Smith
A pick-pocket tycoon with a healthy profit
Number one in a the business top of the market
Him thief milk out of coffee and proud to say it

Him have him pick-pocket school
Graduating class about one hundred and six
Teach the tricks and the trade and how to make it
And if you graduate first teach them the secret
That's why

Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it
Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it

Say him get up this morning at about quarter past six
And try fi get a bus fi go in a him district
A jolly bus draw down in the back where him sit
While the driver put on some reggae music

The money back jingle, get him frantic
Him go in a him pocket, take out him wallet
Pay him bus fair, the [unverified] no give him no ticket
Him just walk down the corridor, every pocket where him pick

Him step off a the bus, him feel stylish
And then him feel a cool breeze, just lick him private
Him look down de, so, oh, shit
Is like I was a victim of a pick pocket

Them take off him pants and leave on the zip
Them take off him brief and leave the elastic
Take off him balls and leave hair pan it

And leave the two [unverified], fly them a pitch
Pan him dictionary speaking him couldn't believe it
That's why

Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it
Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it

Now
Hole heap a pocket weh him, rob a hole, heap a people him pick
Him pick bill [unverified], money bag, check and wallet
Hand bag and pocket book purse and make-up kit
In a woman bag, him thief a lipstick

In a dread locks jacket, him thief a chew stick
Behind him ears, corner him, the boy take a splif
Him take three [unverified] out a haggler basket
Take a tin a Vaseline out of a young girl pocket

Take ten pantyhose, about eleven teen slip
Take a gal teeth from under her top lip
Take off a gal hair and leave on the clip
Take off a guy shoes and leave the polish

Strip a gal naked and she don't even feel it
Who do it Mr. slick tuper tail bandit
Original Finger Smith from down in your district
That's why

Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it
Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it

Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it
Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it

What is his occupation, a big Finger Smith
A pick-pocket tycoon with a healthy profit
Number one in a the business top of the market
Him thief milk out of coffee and proud to say it

Him have him pick-pocket school
Graduating class about one hundred and six
Teach the tricks and the trade and how to make it
And if you graduate first teach them the secret
That's why

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Take Me Home - Lyrics - Donna Lewis

Title: Take Me Home
Artist: Donna Lewis
Composer(s): Donna Lewis

Lyric:
Here, I'm standing strong
I've made my choice at last forever
Here, where I belong
With you my love, my friend, no other

Lost inside of you
I'm breathless, floating through

Take me home
We can run with the rainstorms
We can sit and stare at the world
Confess our secrets to mother earth

And home, down the new road of our life
Through the window of snow fields and happiness
A new you, a new me
Take me home

Now I understand
The love we give away
We keep forever

Now with tears of joy
I'm soaring free
With you, together

Lost inside of you
I'm breathless, floating through

Take me home
We can run with the rainstorms
We can sit and stare at the world
Confess our secrets to mother earth

And home, down the new road of our life
Through the window of snow fields and happiness
A new you, a new me
Take me home

Come take my hand
My heart, my soul
Come to a place
Loved long ago

Come take my hand
My heart, my soul
Come to a place
Loved long ago

Take me home
We can run with the rainstorms
We can sit and stare at the world
Confess our secrets to mother earth

And home, to the lakes of our childhood
We can leave the meanness behind
Under the sunset skies

And home, to the land of our loved ones
To a place where there's a warm hand to hold
A wilderness unknown

And home, down the new road of our life
Through the window of snow fields and happiness
A new you, a new me
Take me home, yeah
Take me home, yeah

Come take my hand
My heart, my soul
Come to a place
Loved long ago

Come take my hand
My heart, my soul
Come to a place
Loved long ago

Come take my hand
My heart, my soul
Come to a place
Loved long ago

Come take my hand
My heart, my soul
Come to a place
Loved long ago
Come with me

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Give A Little Love - Lyrics - Ziggy Marley

Title: Give A Little Love
Artist: Ziggy Marley
Composer(s): Albert Hammond, Diane Warren

Lyric:
We got to give a little love
Have a little hope
Make this world a little better

Livin? in this crazy world
So caught up in the confusion
Nothin? is makin? sense
For me and you

Maybe we can find a way
There?s got to be solution
How to make a brighter day
What do we do?

We got to give a little love, have a little hope
Make this world a little better
Try a little more, harder than before
Let?s do what we can do together
We can really make it better, yeah
Only if we try

Got the words on our minds
Got the troubles on our shoulders
Sometimes it seems so much
What we go through

Maybe if we take the time
Time to understand each other
You can learn to make it right
What do we do?

We got to give a little love, have a little hope
Make this world a little better
Try a little more, harder than before
Let?s do what we can do together
We can really make it better, yeah
Only if we try, only if we try

If everybody took somebody by the hand
Come and take it by the hand
Then maybe everyone could learn to love
And I'll understand

We can really make it better, yeah
Only if we try
Sing it
We can really make it better, yeah
Only if we try

We got to give a little love, have a little hope
Make this world a little better
Bring this one a little better
Try a little more, harder than before
Let?s do what we can do together

We can really make it better, yeah
Only if we try

We got to give a little love, have a little hope
Make this a better world
Come a little more harder than before
Let?s do what we can do together
We can really make it better, yeah
Only if we try

We got to give a little love, have a little hope
Make this a little better
We can do it together, together

Give a lot of love, give a little love
Sing about the love, sing about the love
Only if we try

Give a little love, have a little hope
Make this one a little better
Try a little more, harder than before
Let?s do what we can do together

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Pretty Pussy - Lyrics - Strip Tease - Lady Saw

Title: Pretty Pussy
Album: Strip Tease
Artist: Lady Saw
Composer(s): Donovan Bennett, Victus Edmund, Andre Gray, Marion Hall

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Lyric:
Black and beautiful
Pink and fruitful
G-string wid chains ta pull
Show off cute girl

Put up your hand and take hold your bull
Silk you wear you no want no wool
Tell your man a when your cups are full
Now show off

Gal you have the pretty pussy hand inna de air
One man a get ya pretty pussy gal swear
Never pop down a bare dare ton you a wear
Yes a pretty pussy a run ting dis year

Ya pretty pussy tight, gal stay right there
Never put your pretty pussy in a dirty affair
Your pretty pussy don't mark here nor there
You have the pretty pussy wid de cute teddy bear

You put ring pon de pussy
Bling pon de pussy
Man say it fat you get sting pon de pussy
Man a sing pon de pussy

Put trim pon de pussy
Man de a foreign wan link pon de pussy
You have pure ina de pussy
It na blue ina de pussy

Man get mad bell fear ina de pussy
No ga pass through de pussy
No go flash through de pussy
Your pussy clean shave, pretty pussy it no bushy

Black and beautiful
Pink is fruitful
G-string wid chains ta pull
Show off cute girl

Put up your hand and take hold your bull
Silk wear you no want no wool
Tell your man a when your cups are full
Now show off

Nuff gal wish dem did have it like dat
Any man wok your pussy must come back
Say dem love to see de pretty pussy pon top
But some say they love the pretty pussy from back
Never let you down

Your pretty pussy never flop
Your pretty pussy give you a new drop top
Your pretty pussy get you outta means flat
Your pretty pussy good give you Rolex watch

Gal you have the pretty pussy hand inna de air
One man a get ya pretty pussy gal swear
Never pop down a bare dare ton you a wear
Yes a pretty pussy a run ting dis year

Ya pretty pussy tight gal stay right there
Never put your pretty pussy in a dirty affair
Your pretty pussy don't mark here nor there
You have the pretty pussy wid de cute teddy bear

You put ring pon de pussy
Bling pon de pussy
Man say it fat you get sting pon de pussy
Man a sing pon de pussy

Put trim pon de pussy
Man de a foreign wan link pon de pussy
You have pure ina de pussy
It na blue ina de pussy

Man get mad bell fear ina de pussy
No ga pass through de pussy
No go flash through de pussy
Your pussy clean shave
Pretty pussy it no bushy

Black and beautiful
Pink is fruitful
G-string wid chains ta pull
Show off cute girl

Put up your hand and take hold your bull
Silk wear you no want no wool
Tell your man a when your cups are full
Now show off

Nuff gal wish dem did have it like dat
Any man wok your pussy must come back
Say dem love to see de pretty pussy pon top
But some say they love the pretty pussy from back
Never let you down

Your pretty pussy never flop
Your pretty pussy give you a new drop top
Your pretty pussy get you outta means flat
Your pretty pussy good give you Rolex watch

Black and beautiful
Pink is fruitful
G-string wid chains ta pull
Show off cute girl

Put up your hand and take hold your bull
Silk wear you no want no wool
Tell your man a when your cups are full
Now show off

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