Can'T Get You Off My Mind - Lyrics - Share My World - Mary J Blige

Title: Can'T Get You Off My Mind
Album: Share My World
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Mary J Blige, Edward Fletcher, Rodney Jerkins, Melvin Glover

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Lyric:
Uh, Dark Child, wha
Ohh, Mary J. Blige
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Said I couldn't do it again but I did

Can't get you off my mind
Thinkin' about you all the time
Can't get you off my mind
Thinkin' about you all the time

The day we met was the last day
That I said I would look anyone else's way
Now you know that I'm with you
And I'll always be true
There's nothing in this world
That I won't do for you

Can't get you off my mind
Thinkin' about you all the time
Can't get you off my mind
Thinkin' about you all the time

The day you left, it was so sad
Now I'm standin' here holdin' on to the past
Keep going on, gotta live your life
If we grow up in time
Maybe real love we will find

Can't get you off my mind
Thinkin' about you all the time
Can't get you off my mind
Thinkin' about you all the time

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa

You need rocks on the 4th finger of your left hand
Tell your bride's maid to hit off my best man
Always on my mind like money
You my honey, there when I'm laced, there when I'm bummy

Say word, it's type hard for me to get you off my mind
But I still get dough of course
True love, between a thug and a dove
Poppin' champagne in the tub, wha

Ay yo, every thing revolves around trust
'Cause if it wasn't for you, then they wouldn't be no us
No jealousy, envy and no lust
3-2-8 off the lot when I bust

Sittin' in the house countin' Lincolns and I'm still thinking
Can't get you off so I'm blinkin'
Sinkin' down in the silk couch, milked out
Your hole in my heart got my love all spilled out

Can't get you off my mind
Thinkin' about you all the time
Can't get you off my mind
Thinkin' about you all the time

Can't get you off my mind
Thinkin' about you all the time
Can't get you off my mind
Thinkin' about you all the time

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa

Can't get you off my mind
Thinkin' about you all the time
Can't get you off my mind
Thinkin' about you all the time

Can't get you off my mind
Thinkin' about you all the time
Can't get you off my mind
Thinkin' about you all the time

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Got To Get You Off My Mind - Lyrics - Southside Johnny And The Asbury Jukes

Title: Got To Get You Off My Mind
Artist: Southside Johnny And The Asbury Jukes
Composer(s): Dolores Burke, Solomon Burke, T B Moore

Lyric:
Lord, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sad story, baby
Every word is true

Got to get you off my mind
Well, I know it's just a matter of time
You found somebody new
Our romance is through

Now listen to me, baby
I'm gonna throw your picture away
You didn't want my love any old way
I know you found somebody new
And our romance is through

And that's why I say, baby
I got to get you, baby, off my mind
'Cause I know it's just a matter of time
Took my love and my money too, baby
And our romance is through

But wait a minute, darling
Some folks love is hard and strong
Baby, that's the kind of love that lingers on
Some folks love, well, it's swift and fast
And that's the kind of love that'll never last

We had love that was right in between, yes we did
And to me it was like a dream
We had to stay together till June
And a problem brought us gloom

And that's why I say, baby
I got to get you, honey, off my mind
I know it's just a matter of time
I know you found somebody new
And our romance is through

I thought at the start
That love would always stay, yes, I did, baby
But now I opened up my eyes, I finally realized
I saw it all slipping away

That's why I say, baby
I got to get you, baby, off my mind
'Cause I know it's just a matter of time
You found somebody new
And our romance is through

It's all over, baby
Our romance is through
Goodbye, darling, yeah, aha
Whoa, yeah, you broke my heart, baby
Yes you did

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Make A Move - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: Make A Move
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): W Nugent, Christopher Charle Lloyd, Kevin Risto

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Lyric:
I'm back, nigga

I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the ooze
And that'll make 'em move

Ma, is you staying or coming? Make up your mind
My lifestyles to fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mind
'Cause I ain't leaving the club with out my nine

You know I got my nine
Think twice 'fore you cross that line
You needed must've lost your mind
Thinking you can off my shine

Shorty got it shaking, I'm waiting to take her home
It's hot as hell in here and I'm thinking of patron
I know a couple different ways I can make her moan
When I'm done wit her, she'll want to take a nigga to Rome

Give me a hour, I'll have her blowing up my phone
Like a stem to a stone and she won't leave me alone
Million dollar nigga, I get it and show off
Hit the dolga give me a minute wit your boss

I'll fold you, New York fitted and gold cross
To the Rover, holster, over the shoulder
I'm the sickest thing spitting in a while
Your plane ain't the same, it's different when I fly

South side playa, play around and get popped
24 hour stake out on your nigga block
Don't get your views confused wit hip hop
'Fore you wind up on the news, now watch the hook drop

I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the ooze
And that'll make 'em move

Ma, is you staying or coming? Make up your mind
My lifestyles to fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mind
'Cause I ain't leaving the club with out my nine

You know I got my nine
Think twice 'fore you cross that line
You needed must've lost your mind
Thinking you can off my shine

Yeah, from what I hear, niggaz don't like me
It's funny, they want to be just like me
They bummy, it's jealousy more than likely
The money, done made a nigga all icey

4 figure ring, that boy doing his thing
VVS bling, my chain long as a swing
Boulevard King, but known in Beijing
Fully prepared for whatever the drama may bring

69 scrapper wit the up and down pumps
Murder is forever, don't fuck around once
Bottle after bottle, I down 'em until I'm drunk
If you ain't chipped in, don't come round my blunt

Grimy and gritty, New York City's top gun
First nigga act up, gets a hot one
BPV, the bottom to top dun
I get there, I gets it, I'm done, one

I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the ooze
And that'll make 'em move

Ma, is you staying or coming? Make up your mind
My lifestyles to fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mind
'Cause I ain't leaving the club with out my nine

You know I got my nine
Think twice 'fore you cross that line
You needed must've lost your mind
Thinking you can off my shine

I don't know 'bout you but I'm doing it for the Q
Wood brand new, size 22 shoe
Use your money, don't let your money use you
I got crews view, you know the usual

My life's beautiful, my pockets full of bread
Get out of pocket, I'll play soccer wit your head
And that girl ain't your girl, know the difference boy
Pussy kill more niggaz than a liquor store

I left something on her when I seen her
She was rubbing it in like Noxzema
She real cute, big titties and hips
And she pretty convincing a video vixen

If you looking for a mack, I fit the description
Chicks see him, take pictures and kiss him
Back block nigga, I get it and I'm good
I'm hood, living life like you should

I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the ooze
And that'll make 'em move

Ma, is you staying or coming? Make up your mind
My lifestyles to fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mind
'Cause I ain't leaving the club with out my nine

You know I got my nine
Think twice 'fore you cross that line
You needed must've lost your mind
Thinking you can off my shine

N.Y, New York that is
Y'all know the name
I handle my biz, kid

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Singled Out - Lyrics - Pop Til You Drop - A*Teens

Title: Singled Out
Album: Pop Til You Drop
Artist: A*Teens
Composer(s): Nadir Khayat, Nanna Kristiansson, Savan Harish Kotecha, Dhani Lennevald, Achraf Janussi

Lyric:
When I wake up in the mornin'
Before I style my hair
The first thing on my mind
Is I hope he cares

And every single evenin'
Before I hit my bed
My mind analyzes
Every word she says

It seems like everybody's got someone
A hand to hold and a soul to touch
I want it all so much

I can't get you, I can't get you
I can't get you off my mind
When I'm with you, I know I could
Love you 'til the end of time

I can get you, I can get you
If you could just tell me how
'Coz with all this love around
An' me without you
I'm feelin' singled out

If I only had the courage
To open up my heart
Would he run, would he hide?
Would he light a spark?

Should I walk up to her?
Should I throw a charmin' smile?
Should I say that her eyes
Light up my skies?

Seems like everybody's got someone
A hand to hold an' a heart to touch
I want it all so much

I can't get you, I can't get you
I can't get you off my mind
When I'm with you, I know I could
Love you 'til the end of time

I can get you, I can get you
If you could just tell me how
'Coz with all this love around
An' me without you
I'm feelin' singled out

Every single day
I see these couples walkin' by
And if I took a chance
Maybe I could be one of them

If only I could have you as the one
The hand that I could hold, the soul to touch
The heart that I control

I can't get you, I can't get you
I can't get you off my mind

I can't get you, I can't get you
I can't get you off my mind
When I'm with you, I know I could
Love you 'til the end of time

I can get you, I can get you
If you could just tell me how
'Coz with all this love around
An' me without you
I'm feelin' singled out

I can't get you, I can't get you
I can't get you off my mind
When I'm with you, I know I could
Love you 'til the end of time

I can get you, I can get you
If you could just tell me how
'Coz with all this love around
An' me without you
I'm feelin' singled out

I'm feelin' singled out

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Z - Get Your Mind Right Mami - Lyrics - The Dynasty Roc La Familia - Jay

Title: Z - Get Your Mind Right Mami
Album: The Dynasty Roc La Familia
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Shawn Carter, Calvin Broadus

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Lyric:
Sup ma? You want to roll with us, y'knowhatI'msayin'?
It's good, it's love, it's all love
Got cases of Belvedere, we gon' play truth or dare
We gon' really get to know one another
All you gotta do is put your hair down, get your mind right
You know what I mean? I'm here for you, yo

Relax yourself, let your conscience be free
You now rollin' with them thugs from the ROC
Ain't no place on the planet that you'd rather be
But in the blue flame, bitch you're new to the game

Cross over to the Roc, make yourself hot
The topic of discussion in every nail shop
It's a secret society, all we ask is trust
And within a week, watch your arm freeze up

Brassiere get right, A to a D cup
Weave get tight, pedicure your feet up
Ears get iced, gear get spiced
From hoodrat to superstar, there's your life

Fuck with Hova, he can take you out of your Hell
Say bye to Reebok, say hi to Chanel
Say hi to Gucci, Prada as well
Take a look in the mirror, be proud of yourself

Get your mind right mami, get your mind right
You gotta play your part when you're rollin' with the ROC
Get your mind right mami, get your mind right
You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me

Get your mind right mami, get your mind right
I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat
Get your mind right mami, get your mind right
And I need gangsta girls, for my gangsta family

Yo, I'm young Memphis, used to play the apprentice
Now I'm like the teacher, c'mere, let me teach ya
how to play them benches, hold this work in your dentures
How to play it cool when police come to pinch us

Relax mami, let the Belvy flow
Inhale the 'dro, exhale it slow
I could teach you how to roll, teach you 'bout fly kicks
Teach you how to keep your nose up out of my shit

When the beeper goes off, please don't reach
Like you put a ring or spend cheese on Bleek
Get your mind right, baby, goin' through mine crazy
When I'm in the shower, star 69 me crazy

Track my last call, contact my broad
With a bitch or two had physical contact in the mall
You got issues problems you need to iron out
I will, holla, for now you on time out

You gotta play your part when you're rollin' with the ROC
(C'mon little mama, c'mon)
You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me
(Get your mind right mami, get your mind right)
(C'mon little mama, c'mon)

I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat
(Get your mind right mami, get your mind right)
(C'mon baby girl, c'mon)
And I need gangsta girls, for my gangsta family
(Get your mind right mami, get your mind right)
(C'mon little mama, c'mon)

PIMPology
I played you and you paid me
Believe me when I tell you, girl I know you a freak
For fuckin' with me, that ain't all you can be

Just put your mind to it you can go real far
I know times gettin' hard on the boulevard
They say, pimpin' is dead, man, pimpin' ain't dead
These hoes just scared and they blind tryin' and dyin' to be lead

But who's to lead 'em? Talk shit to 'em and beat 'em
Get they mind right and feed 'em
Now I don't need 'em, uh, uh, but I can do that there
Put on a three piece suit and Shirley Temple my hair

So I can, feel like a player when I walk in the place
Got yo' bitch all on my line and now she up in my face
Is this yo' bitch is that yo' bitch 'cuz if she's not she mine
She fallin' fo' a nigga and I ain't even dropped a line

Get out my limelight, bitch and get your mind right
C'mon little mama, c'mon
Get your mind right, bitch, get your mind right
C'mon baby girl, c'mon, c'mon

You gotta play your part when you're rollin' with the ROC
Get your mind right mami, get your mind right
You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me
Get your mind right ma, get your mind right

I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat
Got to get your mind right, baby, get your mind right
And I need gangsta girls for my gangsta family

Get your mind right mami, get your mind right
Get your mind right ma, get your mind right, huh?
Got to get your mind right, baby, get your mind right

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Outta My System - Lyrics - The Price Of Fame - Bow Wow

Title: Outta My System
Album: The Price Of Fame
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jaron Alston, Jermaine Dupri, Rick James

Lyric:
Damn, I mean, I just keep thinkin' about you
I mean, I wanna move on but I can?t move on
It?s like you got some kinda hold on me and, man I don?t know
But I'ma go ahead and talk about it, listen

I'm sittin' lookin' out the window like damn
Tryna fix this situation that's at hand
You're still runnin' through my mind
When I'm knowin' that you shouldn't be
Me all on your mind and I'm knowin' that it couldn't be

'Cause you ain't called and I ain't even appalled
I still got a lotta pain, I ain't dealt wit it all
I been runnin' 'round with other chicks, I'm single and they lovin' it
I'm likin' it but I just want the one that I was in love with

That's not the end of it, I'm tryna let you go
I can't get a grip of it is what I'm tryna let you know
You got a hold or some kinda control of me
I don't know what it is but I gotta get you gone from me

I?m workin' at it and it ain't gettin' no better
Just tryna be like, yeah, forget it, whatever
Instead of starin' out this glass, lookin' at this bad weather
Damn, I gotta pull myself together 'cause

When I?m with somebody, all I think 'bout is you
When I?m all alone, that?s all I wanna do
I miss the smilin' faces in my Sidekick, outta town visits
All the time we spent together
Makes it hard to get you outta my system

And you know what you do to me, do to me
You don?t even understand, damn
And you know what you do to me, do to me
It?s so hard to get you outta my system

I?m too attached, my heart won?t let me fall back
I got it bad, that?s what you can call that
And when I see you in the streets, that?s the worse for me
Used to love the little things you did, that?s what works for me

It?s too major, don?t see you in my pager
Know what you doin', where you at or can I see you later?
The fellas tellin' me, ?Just let her go, Bow?
Believe me, I?m tryin', man, I just don?t know how

I be in all the top spots, leavin' with the hot shots
Knowin' they just want me 'cause I?m in the top spot
That?s not poppin' and my brain ain't stoppin'
Thinkin' who she with or where she goin', is she club hoppin'?

I never had this kind of problem in my life
This is my first time dealin' with this kind of fight
It?s every night and every flight and every time you in my sight
Damn, this ain't even right 'cause

When I?m with somebody, all I think 'bout is you
When I?m all alone, that?s all I wanna do
I miss the smilin' faces in my Sidekick, outta town visits
All the time we spent together
Makes it hard to get you outta my system

And you know what you do to me, do to me
You don?t even understand, damn
And you know what you do to me, do to me
It?s so hard to get you outta my system

Is it wrong for me to feel this way?
You been runnin' through my mind all day, can you feel me?
I been tryna get you off my mind
But I can't after all this time, that?s what kills me

Is it wrong for me to feel this way?
You been runnin' through my mind all day, can you feel me?
I been tryna get you off my mind
But I can't after all this time and it kills me

When I?m with somebody, all I think 'bout is you
When I?m all alone, that?s all I wanna do
I miss the smilin' faces in my Sidekick, outta town visits
All the time we spent together
Makes it hard to get you outta my system

And you know what you do to me, do to me
You don?t even understand, damn
And you know what you do to me, do to me
It?s so hard to get you outta my system

I remember everything that me and you talked about
Me and you had our whole life planned out together
And if I could, I would turn back the hands of time
And correct all my mistakes that I ever did

But now I guess I gotta move on, right?
It?s still hard and I still love you to this day
Peace

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Smoke & Burn ["Featuring Up In Clouds"] - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Smoke & Burn ["Featuring Up In Clouds"]
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): L Jones, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
And burn
'Cause you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me
Do what you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me

I said you got to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty
Off chronic ganja
(Lost in the smoke lost in the smoke)
I've got to get higher higher
(Roll it up, light it up, take a puff)

I'll share with you my herb I'm about to choke, off ganja
(Keep on smoking smoking smoking)
So if you want to come along we can load a double hit for my water bong
To get higher higher
(Yeah don't let that Buddha fool ya)

Smoke and burn
'Cause you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me
Do what you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me

I said you got to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty
Off chronic ganja
(Lost in the smoke lost in the smoke)
I've got to get higher higher
(Keep on smoking smoking smoking)

Quarter past one and it'll all be gone twenty four to the fifth
(Why do I stay high?)
It's 1999 it's time
To open your eyes and arise
See there's hope from above
(Why do I stay high?)

Don't stop because they ask you to be civilized
It's your freedom of speech and a right to be free
(Why do I stay high?)
Peace, going out to Bob Marley, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
(Why do I stay high?)
2Pac, Eazy, Biggie Biggie, everybody
(So high so high)

Smoke and burn
'Cause you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me
Do what you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me

I said you got to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty
Off chronic ganja
(Lost in the smoke lost in the smoke)
I've got to get higher higher
(Keep on smoking smoking smoking)

Heavenly hosts and angels above
Roll smoke toke choke pull out some indo
(I say I can take you higher)
Birds a flight and singing of love
Roll smoke toke choke we can all go and get smoke
(All we need is weed and fire)

When you stay high
But if you really want to ride with me
(And you know we got some got some)
Y'all can go and try to see
(You should come and smoke some smoke some)

That it's okay, that it's all right
(Ain't nothing wrong)
If you got to get get high
(Stay high)

Smoke and burn
'Cause you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me
Do what you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me

I said you got to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty
Off chronic ganja
(Lost in the smoke lost in the smoke)
I've got to get higher higher
(Keep on smoking smoking smoking)

(Roll it up roll it up roll it up)
I've got to get away for a while to ease my head
(Got to get away)
Toke another blunt to get blunted
(P O Ded)
Already high
(P O Ded)

I've got to get away for a while to ease my mind
(Got to get away)
Toke another blunt to get blunted
(P O Ded)
Feeling blind
(P O Ded)

I feel so lonely
(We can erase that from your mind)
And empty ever since he left me
(Set yourself free and just get high)
So I just toke, 'til I choke, c'mon roll roll let's get stoned
(Sit back and let your mind just flow)
For a while

They'll say I'll run from my problems
(Keep running keep running)
And I'm hiding from my head
(Keep running keep running)
(The higher I get the further I get away)
Acting crazy

Well it may be I tell it wrong, but it's the story told
How I've gotten higher higher higher
(Lifted lifted)
I've gotten higher higher higher
(Drifted drifted)
I've gotten so high off ganja
(Listen listen we've got to got to)

Smoke and burn
'Cause you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me
Do what you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me

I said you got to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke, lost in the smoke)
Beauty

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Type - I Just Wanna Be With You - Lyrics - E

Title: Type - I Just Wanna Be With You
Artist: E
Composer(s): Fredrik Ekdahl, Martin Eriksson

Lyric:
It's time to cut the slack now
You are gonna hear me ballin' truth
Back out from the underworld I'm here now
I've got something to prove

So hush and keep up now serious
I'm telling you that she's one of a kind
Keep all your fingers to yourself
I'm here to take back what's mine
Hear me say

Ahh
This time you're all mine
Ahh
Let it shine

I can't get you off my mind, I just wanna be with you
You're the best I'll ever find, I wanna be with you
I can't get you off my mind, I just wanna be with you
You're the best I'll ever find, I wanna be with you

I'm on a mission from God
I'm crazy, this war that I will win for sure
My middle name is Overkill
Keep watching, you'll see that I will score

Boom, boom, when we come across the sea
Whatever we search for we will find
Keep all your fingers to yourself
I'm here to take back what's mine
Hear me say

Ahh
This time you're all mine
Ahh
Let it shine

I can't get you off my mind, I just wanna be with you
You're the best I'll ever find, I wanna be with you
I can't get you off my mind, I just wanna be with you
You're the best I'll ever find, I wanna be with you

Hear me, I'm here to take back what's mine
I just wanna be with you
Whatever I'll search for, I will find
I wanna be with you

Hear me, I'm here to take back what's mine
I just wanna be with you
Whatever I'll search for, I will find
I wanna be with you

I can't get you off my mind
You're the best I'll ever find
I wanna be with you

I can't get you off my mind, I just wanna be with you
You're the best I'll ever find, I wanna be with you
I can't get you off my mind, I just wanna be with you
You're the best I'll ever find, I wanna be with you

Hear me, I'm here to take back what's mine
I just wanna be with you
Whatever I'll search for, I will find
I wanna be with you

Hear me, I'm here to take back what's mine
I just wanna be with you
Whatever I'll search for, I will find
I wanna be with you

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Git Up, Get Out - Lyrics - Outkast

Title: Git Up, Get Out
Artist: Outkast
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

You need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

I don't recall, ever graduation at all
Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asked to give me some livin' life like a bum

Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
Nigga, you supposed to be grown
I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see

I admit, I've done some dumb shit
And I'm probably gon' do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though
(Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested

I know you know but I'm gon' say this to you I
Get high but I don't get too high, so what's the limit 'posed to be?
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without

And what up with all these questions?
You act as though you know somethin' I don't
Do you have any suggestions?
'Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin'
Sick of takin' trash out and toilet bowl cleanin'

But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin'
I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin'
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue travelin' this route without any doubt or fear
I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?

You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

Well, uh, git up, stand up, so what's said, you dick head
See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin' Pro Keds
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin' starters

In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool
I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles
They taught me how to smoke herb
I followed them when they ran numbers

So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby
And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em
Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'em

See all the playas came and all the playas went
A playa ain't a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit bitch
You need to git up, git out, git somethin'
Smoke out, 'cuz it's all about money, money, money

Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hat
I hang with Rico Wade 'cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy
I'm true to Organized, 'cuz they raised me
I'm also down with La Face 'cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
And it's cool yeah, it's real cool, gettin' paid fat pockets
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha

You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me
Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred
Like a piece of wood and dem spirits got the mutant's mind
I'm gettin' paranoid and steady lookin' for the time

It's eight in the mornin' and ain't nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride
I'm diggin' through the ash tray, hopin' to have a good day

I had Jamaica's best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head
(You got to git up, git out and git somethin')
Now I know it's on, my day is finally started
Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick

'84 Se-Dan DeVille, steady bouncin'
Out the Pointe to Cambelton Road
The valley of the South side flow
Everybody know about that killa that we call blow

So keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit
'Cause they known for jumpin' out of black Chevy trucks
And through the fog, here come the Red Dogs
I'm bustin' out around the corner in my hog

Dippin' from the area, I'm scared
So one of these bitches might wind up dead
'Cuz I have no time for jail, fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin' Bail
And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country
Thinkin' that my city is the big lick for 96
94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the past
Hootie hoo my white owls are burnin' kinda slow

You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

Y'all tellin' me that I need to get out and vote, huh, why?
Ain't nobody black runnin' but crackers, so why I got to register?
I thinkin' of better shit to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes

So let me take ya way back to
When a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta
Y'all could not tell me nuthin', thought I hit that bottom rock
At age 13, start workin' at the loadin' dock

They layin' my mama off of work, General Motors trippin'
But I come home Bank like Hank, from lickin' and dippin'
Doin' dumb shit, not knowin' what a nigga know now
Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down

I dips, over to East Point, still actin' a fool
Wastin' my time in the school, I'd rather be shootin' pool
Cool is how I played the tenth grade
I thought it was all about mackin' hoes and wearin' pimp fade

Instead of bein' in a class, I'd rather be up in some ass
Not, thinkin' about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, that's fucked up I shoulda listened when my mama told me

That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later
Figured she was talkin' yin-yang, so I payed her no attention
And kept missin' the point she tried to poke me with
The doper that I get, the more I'm feelin' broke and shit
Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an OUT-Kast
So get up off your ass

Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

You need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
You need to, you need to, you need to, you need to

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Damn - Lyrics - Beverley Knight

Title: Damn
Artist: Beverley Knight
Composer(s): Pule Pheto, Beverley Anne Smith, Neville Newton Thomas

Lyric:
You're a medicine baby
Just a little dose and I feel so fine
You're everything that I want
Yet everything that I fear, you are

You're an enema baby
You don't feel right but you can't leave my system
You're everything that I have
Yet nothing that I own
(This is so wrong)

Damn the reason why
Can't get you off my head and say, goodbye
And do I have to live this life a fool?
Knowing when I'm lonely I just keep coming back to you

Damn the reason why
Can't get you off my head and say, goodbye
And do I have to live this life a fool?
Always coming back to you

(Gotta tell you)
You're an opiate baby
Send me on a high but in the end you'll kill me
I need to keep my sanity
That's the one thing that you'll take from me

(Ooh, ooh, ohh, ooh, baby)
You're a tidal wave baby
Dangerous to ride, but the rush is amazing
You've made me what I have become
Something I should have never have begun

And how is it so
That you stay with me like my own shadow
Hell, I've got my pride
So why do I keep coming on back to you and, oh

Damn the reason why
Can't get you off my head and say, goodbye
And do I have to live this life a fool?
Knowing when I'm lonely I just keep coming back to you

Damn the reason why
Can't get you off my head and say, goodbye
And do I have to live this life a fool?
Always coming back to you

Ain't nothing but those silly games
That's bonding you to my mind
Ain't no rhyme or reason other than, ooh bedtime
Simply put, I just love to look at you

'Cos to love ya is a waste of time
That's the sum of it
No denying it
'Cos we both know, we're through

Oh, damn the reason
That you should make me want you so
When I'm lonely, that's when you come
Why do I invite this misery?

Oh, damn the reasons that make me cover both my eyes
So I can't see just what you are
And what you've done to me

Damn the reason why
Can't get you off my head and say, goodbye
And do I have to live this life a fool?
Knowing when I'm lonely I just keep coming back to you

Damn the reason why
Can't get you off my head and say, goodbye
And do I have to live this life a fool?
Always coming back to you

Damn the reason why
Can't get you off my head and say, goodbye
And do I have to live this life a fool?
Knowing when I'm lonely I just keep coming back to you

Damn the reason why
Can't get you off my head and say, goodbye
And do I have to live this life a fool?
I'm a fool, just keep on coming back to you

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Partyline 555-On-Line - Lyrics - Five

Title: Partyline 555-On-Line
Artist: Five
Composer(s): Pop Denniz Richard Breen, Neville Richard Dobson, Scott James Robinson, Sean Kieran Conlon, Jason Paul Brown, Jacob Ivar Schulze, Herbert Crichlow

Lyric:
{You got the flop for your hair
Check this out}

Let's have a party
Connect me to somebody
Let's have a party
Connect me to somebody
Five, five, five on line

Bein' the man that I am
And the click that I got
I wish I was a little bit more like Super Cop
It's a frenzy my friends be
Like Benzs to Bentley
This bad boy not bad
So why don't you comprende?
I got your number
Don't you think it's time we hook it up
I'm home alone
Ain't no mums in my area
Can't go to your place
'Cos your mum's scarier
You want to bring some of your friends
The more the merrier

You got my number on your dial
Waitin' just to come around
Anytime, anywhere
Whatever's planned of mini skirts
High shoes and leather
Tonight's the night
Do me right, turn me on

Jhelisa got the body
Julie got the back
Lisa got the energy
To help me stay on track

Let's have a party
Connect me to somebody
Let's have a party
Connect me to somebody
Five, five, five on line

I'm not talkin' about the ladies
That loves to lead you on
Say they got your number
But they never ever call
Like Eva the honey dip
Now I don't even wanna trip
Gave her my number
Her man gave me the fat lip
Now I don't bother callin' anybody anymore
Sippin' the finest
Chauffeur driven and I'm gettin' calls
Five, five, five ladies loves the Cool J
No Mr. Smith in this baby
Come and get the real thing

You got my number on your dial
Waitin' just to come around
Anytime, anywhere
Whatever's planned of mini skirts
High shoes and leather
Tonight's the night
Do me right, turn me on

Jhelisa got the body
Julie got the back
Lisa got the energy
To help me stay on track

Let's have a party
Connect me to somebody
Let's have a party
Connect me to somebody
Five, five, five on line

Now I got digital and optical
I'm even on the net
I got mmm, ah, oh, I forget
'Cos nothin' in this world
Like some sexual healin'
Toss it up baby
I'm ready willin' receivin'
Message understood
Loud and clear I'll be there
You got my number on your dial
Anytime anywhere
Whatever's clever mini skirts
High shoes or leather
Tonight's the night baby
Got to get them wetter

Girl you look so fine
Just call me anytime
Drivin' me crazy
Can't get you off my mind
Girl you look so fine
Just call me anytime
Drivin' me crazy
Can't get you off my mind
Girl you look so fine
Just call me anytime
Drivin' me crazy
Can't get you off my mind

Let's have a party
Connect me to somebody
Let's have a party
Connect me to somebody
Five, five, five on line

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Can'T Get You Off My Mind - Lyrics - Lenny Kravitz Greatest Hits - Lenny Kravitz

Title: Can'T Get You Off My Mind
Album: Lenny Kravitz Greatest Hits
Artist: Lenny Kravitz
Composer(s): Leonard A Kravitz

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Lyric:
Life is just a lonely highway
I'm out here on the open road
I'm old enough to see behind me
But young enough to feel my soul

I don't wanna lose you baby
And I don't wanna be alone
Don't wanna live my days without you
But for now I've got to be without you

I've got a pocket full of money
And pocket full of keys that have no bounds
But then I think of lovin'
And I just can't get you off of my mind, yeah

Babe, can't you see that this is killing me?
I don't want to push you baby and I don't want you to be told
It's just that I can't breathe without you
Feel like I'm gonna lose control

I've got a pocket full of money, oh yes I do
And a pocket full of keys that have no bounds
But when it comes to lovin'
I just can't get you off of my mind, yeah

Am I a fool to think that there's a little hope? Yeah yeah yeah
Tell me baby, yeah
What are the rules the reasons and the do's and don'ts?
Yeah yeah yeah
Tell me baby, tell me baby, yeah
What do you feel inside?

I've got a pocket full of money
And a pocket full of keys that have no bounds, oh yeah
But when it comes down to lovin'
I just can't get you off of my mind, yeah
I just can't get you off of my mind, yeah

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Old - Lyrics - Hidden Stash - Kottonmouth Kings

Title: Old
Album: Hidden Stash
Artist: Kottonmouth Kings
Composer(s): Brad Xavier, Dustin Miller, Keith Williams, Andre Williams, Steve Thronson

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Lyric:
I?ma get you so high
I?ma get you so high
I?ma get you so high
I?ma get you so high

Here I go my mind starts joggin?
And I know I shouldn?t have been hoggin' that indo
And now everythin's foggin?
It?s just another case of a man mind bogglin?

So back up off me, I need rooms to puff
It?s Saint Dog and I can?t get enough
Rough, I smoke so I like it goin? down
We?re all gettin' lifted 'cause I just stole a pound

Two hits and pass that?s what saint?s yellin?
But fuck that shit, I?m hittin' till my mind?s jellin?
And when I?m done, I?ll head to Flannagan?s
To play some pool and max with a couple friends

Grabbed a sack, it?s off to a local park
Break out the bong, pack it tight and let it spark
Windows up so the bug?s gettin? fishbowled
And if you?re in you can?t escape the indo

Oh shit, it?s gettin? deep into my mind
I took seven hits off that bud called kind
I close my eyes, my mind starts joggin?
Here I go again, man, I?m mind bogglin'

I?ma get you so high
I?ma make that ass fly
Pack up the bong stand by
I?ma get you so high

Here I go my mind starts joggin'
And I know I shouldn?t have been hoggin' that indo
And now everythin's foggin?
It?s just another case of a man mind bogglin?

Here I go reminiscin' about the weekend
Takin? time to remember where my shit has been
Dinner to dancin', fly girl romancin'
Ballin? with the homies, smokin' buds and relaxin?

High fashion is how I was smokin'
Fuck the schwag weed, indo is what I?m talkin?
Spliff to my lips as I tilt my head back
Lookin' like a mack 'cause I?m down to blaze a sack

I said, inhale, exhale
Kottonmouth hit so I said, "That?s swell"
Pass a tweak to the left, party buzz?s set in
I need some fresh air because I?m high off that in

I walked towards the door but I didn?t get far
My high kicked in, I took a seat at the bar
As I look into the sky and the air starts smoggin?
Here I go again kid, I?m mind bogglin'

I?ma get you so high
I?ma make that ass fly
Pack up the bong stand by
I?ma get you so high

Here I go my mind starts joggin?
And I know I shouldn?t have been hoggin' that indo
And now everythin's foggin?
It?s just another case of a man mind bogglin?

Smoke sliffs and live the life of Riley
Stay high and be so damn smiley
For then I won?t worry about tomorrow
Because tomorrow only brings pain and sorrow

Here I go gettin' deep into my mind again
Thinkin' 'bout good times, smokin' kind again
By myself so you say, man you're hooked on chronic
Am I a stoner or a loner man I can?t call

In this cell-lock realm that I?m livin? in, dog chains
I got family members fiendin' from the cocaine
And loved ones locked up in prison
That?s why I?m bailin?, yellin?, man fuck the system

All the pressures of this life get me frustrated
So I reach for the bong so I can get faded
I blaze a bowl hope it takes me to another level
To escape the pain and all my life?s trouble

Close my eyes and pray take the pain away
Ask the Lord, "Should I live to see another day?"
Rob Harris died, I guess that?s one of life?s little tests
Jason Thirsk took a bullet straight to the fuckin' chest

Monique Delgado my first real true love
Died at twenty three, now she?s waitin' for me up above
I grabbed a pipe, pack it tight, start hoggin?
Here I go again motherfucker my mind?s bogglin'

I?ma get you so high
I?ma make that ass fly
Pack up the bong stand by
I?ma get you so high

I wanna smoke sliffs and live the life of Riley
Stay high and be so damn smiley
For then I won?t worry about tomorrow
Because tomorrow only brings pain and sorrow

I?ma get you so high
I?ma get you so high
I?ma get you so high
I?ma get you so high

Mind bogglin?
Mind bogglin?
Mind bogglin?
...

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I Can'T Get You Off My Mind - Lyrics - Hank Williams

Title: I Can'T Get You Off My Mind
Artist: Hank Williams
Composer(s): Hank Sr Williams

Lyric:
I can't get you off of my mind
When I try, I'm just wastin' my time
Lord, I've tried and I've tried and all night long I've cried
But I can't get you off of my mind

Well, you think you would leave me behind
But I guess you're the good timin' kind
Do you think that it's smart to jump from heart to heart
When I can't get you off of my mind

I can't get you off of my mind
When I try, I'm just wastin' my time
Lord, I've tried and I've tried and all night long I've cried
But I can't get you off of my mind

You believe that a true love is blind
So you fool every new love you find
You've got stars in your eyes, but they can't hide the lies
I can't get you off of my mind

I can't get you off of my mind
When I try, I'm just wastin' my time
Lord, I've tried and I've tried and all night long I've cried
But I can't get you off of my mind

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Gemini - Lyrics - Thug On Da Line - Krayzie Bone

Title: Gemini
Album: Thug On Da Line
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Lenton Tereill Hutton, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Gemini, every time I try to use my mind
Seems like I gotta fight two sides
And I never know which one's right
That's my life

Gemini, every time I try to use my mind
Seems like I gotta fight two sides
And I never know which one's right
That's my life

Man since I been off in this music business shit has gotten crazy
I gotta be dealing with devils bitches and bustas daily
All ah dem was screamin' to take me on that long ride
Journey or mission, whatever you wanna call it they tryin' to get me
Listen, I'm hearing voices sayin' kill dem motherfuckers dead
Other voices saying be humble man and understand
I try to be level headed but it seems the devils winnin'
Try to do the right thing but I always end up sinnin', pin me

God won't forgive you when you pray and do the same shit
So I repent, and you can't even pay yo rent, if it ain't no dollars
Ain't no sense right now but as I stop and think
A nigga got kids right now and mine got to eat but they can't eat
If daddy's dead or in jail, so, what would you do choose heaven or hell
If it's hell you'd probably come up fast, and die that's why I wonder
Why heaven ain't the chance on my mind

Listen nigga, you plan on having thought of thangs
Then fuck everybody else, think about your self them
Motherfuckers never gave you shit fuck that nigga take that bitch
You smoke all the motherfuckin' reefa you give, kill any motherfuckers
You feel need to be killed and the niggaz that used to run with you
They ain't you friends them niggas is out to get you
And fuck this ruthless bitch, them motherfuckers ain't paid you
For shit if I was you and you was me, then I'll bust in that office

And take my profits but no, you motherfuckers tryin' to go to heaven
Be broke and ain't nobody bless you what happen to the motherfuckin'
Nigga I know the nigga that was locking the let the guns smoke
You a mastermind you need to say fuck this rap shit and put
It in some crime you money waitin' nigga ya motherfuckin' money
Ways niggas, don't let you know you gotta fight these niggas
You know you got damn right handle my pistol dawg 'cuz
I then got hype, finna be some motherfuckers dying tonight

The shit ain't right 'cuz I den stayed humble and kept it real with
You hoes and motherfuckers try to play me still nigga I know
Yeah motherfuckers is thinkin' a nigga got soft and I dropped
My sawed off and I won't break 'em off but you know a nigga
Show dem niggas, hoe ass niggas told dem niggas
If I had to fake that is was on, stop hold up nigga wait don't go
Makin' a mistake wit your life man fuck this hoe shit niggas
Is 'bout to ride, but wait, what you mean make a mistake

Motherfuckers owe me, but killing ain't the way to get it please hear me
Well how the fuck I'm pose to eat ain't no other way but it is
It ain't fuck that how you feel it is oh shit, you got to pray
They'll be a better day I can bet there'll be a better way, but you
Gotta keep ya faith don't let them demons take your soul
Don't sell your soul no, remember what you reap you so
And if you try to cheat he know fuck that save the world shit
Don't listen to that garbage, don't you know niggas gone die

Hell regardless, don't you got a family nigga what about your daughter
And that's just the reason you should trust in the Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
So what am I to do, go dance with the devil or be true to you know who
Get paid I make due but the bad is lookin' good and the good is
Lookin' bad, shit you be the judge of that dat

Gemini, every time I try to use my mind
Seems like I gotta fight two sides
And I never know which one's right
That's my life

Gemini, every time I try to use my mind
Seems like I gotta fight two sides
And I never know which one's right
That's my life

Gemini

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Shot Off - Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Shot Off
Album: Living Legends
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Premro Vonzellaire Smith, Christopher Wright, William Wright, Christopher Bridges, Devour Chris Drumwright, Marlin J. Godwin, Vann

Lyric:
He he he, yeeah

What kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe
Like his jaw got a battery, this nigga always know
Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on lock
Nobody invited you and still you got up in the spot
Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance, mind my business
You, somebody talk, you in they mouth like a dentist
We keep it gangsta, mommas love it cause they know it's real
Like UGK, "we keeps it real" mobbin' through the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill
You for it, images without no coke connect pills
We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know the deal
We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill
You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces
We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit secret features
Game preachers move yo' pimpin' for you mamasitas
We players on the field, y'all niggaz in them bleachers

You talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga

You talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga

Man, come on now, you done shot off just like Mike Davis lost a knockoff
Or his tight-ass shirt when the button pop off
You standin' it's snowin' you got yo' shoes and socks on
Who holds the key? No fucking bout it, I broke the lock off
I grew the top off, took the comma, period, dot off
And ran on wit it and broke you a whole lot off
I'm gettin' hot and startin' to boil, don't turn the pot off
You just affected wit it, pimpin' yo, get yo' rocks off
Release some pressure, stop all that cryin' and wipe ya snot off
Excuses you be usin' for losin' it's cheap as hot sauce
Earn yo' position, stop hatin' because you not boss
M-J-G, pimp tight, I'm movin' yo' spot off
And I don't reach, stoppin' yo' plans, fucking yo' plot off
I go hard and I don't sheave and I'm not off
And livin' on the edge rebellin' I'm never dropped off
Like Aaron Hall, "Don't Be Afraid" bitch, call the cops off

You talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga

You talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga

Now you can either check yo' ego at the do' (door) or let the drama unfold
And check my Rap Sheet, bitch, I'm almost ten million sold
I'm only rappin' cause I want to, I got enough plaques
Needless to say, my favorite rappers told me to get on this track
And so I did it, quickly wrote my sixteen down and spit it
By the end of the verse you'll say, "once again, Ludicrous shit it"
Then I'll wipe this wit yo' face and put yo' pride in the trash
My whole career is like my video, I'm showin' my ass
I keeps it, "gangsta, gangsta!" shooters and shanksters
Until you shot off motherfuckers, I'm a "thank ya, thank ya!"
Runnin' yo' mouth behind my back until you run out of time
But at least yo' talkin' let's me know some millions stay on yo' mind
It ain't nothin' wrong wit that
Tell em grabbin' the thang and then I put it to yo' brain
And change everything you ever hope fo' (for) wit the .44
You'll be fallin' back
And Yacht is what I'm drinkin' steady thinkin' bout these pinks chasin'
I'm bout to bring home the bacon

You talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga

You talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga

You talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga

You talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga

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A Million &Amp; One Things - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: A Million &Amp; One Things
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
What, this, this here's real, nigga
It's real, nigga, too real
Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga
Look, look

This one here's on tha up, dog
For all my people with bad luck, dog
Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog
For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog

For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
See, this from shorty on tha real
I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed
They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills

If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill
If I got it ta spend, then I got it to give
But listen, man, I know ya see the ice glistenin', man
I know it make you wanna go get it bad

But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna
I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
But I betcha can't name one nigga like me

That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too
What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?
I know you could do better than that, and deserve more
Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84

All tha hoes use ta jock ya, niggas use ta knock ya
Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya
Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies
Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky

Lips all ashy, eyes popped out
Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth
And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten
I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men

I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay
I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday
I can't please everybody, but I love my folks
If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look, look, look, where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps
Some of my rounds doin' bad, can't even much eat
Every time I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar
Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla

Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo'
I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure
Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope
Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo'

Niggas want me ta help 'em, ain't helpin' theyself
You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself
Ain't no love loss, I just gotta stay my distance
Gotta keep my mind straight, before I come up missin'

Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister
Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures
Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday
If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Every time I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse
My niggas still my niggas, got love for 'em all
I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall

Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke
Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door
No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga
On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla

On the reala, if I could do it, then you could
Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood
Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear
Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear

They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga
You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga
Do yourself a favor, leave tha heroin alone, my nigga
And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man
I mean every time we come through, man
I do somethin' for my people, man
I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin'

I try ta do things for tha football team
Try ta take care of my people
Try ta show them how ta help theyself

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