Hand-Me-Downs - Lyrics - Lisa Loeb

Title: Hand-Me-Downs
Artist: Lisa Loeb
Composer(s): Lisa Loeb, Stephanie Kay Bentley

Lyric:
I know we're in September
And this is my house, and this is my town
But my clothes are in the case
And I am leaving

Don't tell me what you spent it on
You always lie, you always lie
And it's a decision
I am leaving

We used to say for fun
Let's say you lived and then you did
You were the leader of us all
The perfect fall

You speak to the weak and old picture of me
Everybody says they wanna be free
And it's a decision
I am leaving

The powder's in the kitchen
The spoon is on the floor
Your sister says it's different now
I don't believe her anymore

And I don't want your hand me downs
They're old, they're all worn out
I don't wanna hang around
I don't want your hand me downs

So now I'm in this hotel room
I'm free and droning on
But the music's way too loud
I wanna skip to the next song

The glass is on the counter
The sheets are on the floor
Your sister says it's not the same
I don't believe her anymore

And I don't want your hand me downs
They're old, they're all worn out
No, I don't wanna hang around
I don't want your hand me downs

So you lie yourself to sleep tonight
But you won't think of me
'Cause your world revolves around you
Or so it seems, or so it seems

And you can't get off and I can't get on
Yourself is all you see
So I don't wanna hang around
I don't want your hand me downs anymore

You speak to the weak and old picture of me
Everybody says they wanna be free
So I am leaving

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Hand Me Downs - Lyrics - Nomads Indians Saints - Indigo Girls

Title: Hand Me Downs
Album: Nomads Indians Saints
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Amy Ray

Lyric:
I've taken, so many down
I've helped them all to dismount
I've followed, so many down
I take their hand me downs

All with hope, all with hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
All with hope, all with hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
To us all

Everything that I believe
Crawls from underneath the streets
Everything I truly love
Comes from somewhere far above
Everything that I believe
Is wrong with you is wrong with me
Everything I truly love
(Everything I truly love)
I love in you and I love in me
(I love in you and I love in me)

So give me hope, give me hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
To us all

Swear you can't swim the river
(Become the beggar now)
(Become the saint somehow)
I saw you runnin' to jump in
(Become the beggar now)
(Become the saint somehow)
I swore, I'd never be your sinner
(Become the beggar now)
(Become the saint somehow)
Til' I held your sin
Hand me downs

Now you ask me, why I'm here?
(Now you ask me, why I'm here?)
The same as you, I'm scared, it's fear
I've become the beggar now
And you've become the saint somehow
Twist the words and place the blame
(Twist the words and place the blame)
And tell me now aren't we the same
Trippin' in our yellow feet
(Trippin' in our yellow feet)
Checking underneath our sheets

For some hope, give me hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
Give me hope, give me hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
To us all

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I Remember You - Lyrics - I Remember You - Brian Mcknight

Title: I Remember You
Album: I Remember You
Artist: Brian Mcknight
Composer(s): Michael Brandon Barnes, Brian Kelly Mcknight

Lyric:
How, how we carried on?
How I used to walk with you?
And talk with you until I moved away

Oh, although some things may change
Others stay the same, we're not four anymore
But can you come out and play?

You wore pigtails and hand me downs
I banged the piano, played the clown
And though time slips away, it can never replace

How you'll always be here in this heart of me
Lucy and Linus and Charlie Brown
Oh, how Snoopy, he never left the ground
Oh, that is true, you remember me like I remember you

Oh, I wonder where you are?
My heart says you're not far from me
It's so hard for me to leave those years behind

Ohh, cotton candy, carousels
Got to find a wishing well to wish you back to me
That's the way I feel inside

You wore pigtails and hand me downs
I banged the piano, played the clown
And though time slips away, it can never replace

How you'll always be here in this heart of me
Lucy and Linus and Charlie Brown
Oh, how Snoopy, he never made a sound
Oh, that is true, you remember me like I

How we laughed in the face of danger? Tanto and Lone Ranger
There were no mountains we could not climb
We soared like eagles 'cross the sky
Heaven knows, how I miss your little toes

You wore pigtails and hand me downs
I banged the piano, played the clown
And though time slips away, it can never replace

How you'll always be here in this heart of me
Lucy and Linus and Charlie Brown
Oh how Snoopy he never left the ground
Oh that is true, you remember me like I

You remember me like I
You remember me like I remember you
Like I remember you

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Ramshackle - Lyrics - Odelay - Beck

Title: Ramshackle
Album: Odelay
Artist: Beck
Composer(s): Beck Hansen

Lyric:
You've been so long
Your blind eyes are gone
Your old bones are on their own
So take off your coat
Put a song in your throat
Let the dead beats pound all around

We will go
Nowhere we know
We don't have to talk at all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together, one and all

The bargains you drive
Buckets and bags
And all your belongings
Your train's in the sand
Ramshackle Land
Let the rats watch the races

We will go
Nowhere we know
Till we find our one and all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together, one and all

Praises get spent
Your trick face is bent
Pigsties and prizes
'Cause there's no kind of wealth
You're suiting yourself
You leave yourself behind

We will go
Nowhere we know
Till we find our one and all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together, one and all

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Why - Lyrics - Bad Boy'S Da Band

Title: Why
Artist: Bad Boy'S Da Band
Composer(s): Tony Dofat, Lloyd Mathis, Rodney Hill, Fredderick Watson

Lyric:
Out and about and I saw an angel come down from heaven
Having the key of the bottomless pit and a great chain in his hand
I laid whole on the dragon, that old serpent
Which is the devil and Satan, and [unverified] a thousand years, see

I'm the soldier type, keep grip on steel like Conan
Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands
International dope man, known as a D-Boy
If ya need me nigga, know you can call on the decoy

Me, all I do is move blow off tha corner
Paper chasin' 'cause I'm tryin' to stack dough like Colma
Watch me, I'm tryin' to keep my head on tight
Baller blockers make a nigga wanna ride at night

Block watchers callin' coppers so my mind ain't right
The devil with me but the young boy acknowledge Christ
I did a lot of ridin' in my time and God blessed me still
I look out for tha one the knocks

So why the devil keep on fuckin' with me? Why?
Why he knockin' at my door, my door?
Why the devil keep on fuckin' with me?
Can you tell me why he huntin' me for?

Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me, could you tell me?
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for?
Tell me what he huntin' me for, could you tell me, tell me?
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for?

You thinkin' life's a joke, I'll slice your throat
Oh you a thug, you about to get yo' rights revoked
I'm from the Dirty, we don't even know the price of soap
I'm a star, look in the sky, you need a microscope

I'm way ahead of the game, thuggin' runs in my veins
My pockets chubby, so I went and got a gun in my name
It's just me, him and my blunt in the Range
A young nigga with the filthy slang

Ha ha, I hop out like a 'Jack in the box' with three macs and a glock
I'm askin' for nothin', I'm snatchin' my props
I'm gettin' money while I'm laughin' at cops, it ain't ya lad, I ain't bad
It's the devil, why don't you tell 'em to stop

So why the devil keep on fuckin' with me? Why?
Why he knockin' at my door, my door?
Why the devil keep on fuckin' with me?
Can you tell me why he huntin' me for?

Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me, could you tell me?
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for?
Tell me what he huntin' me for, could you tell me, tell me?
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for?

It's like somebody's lookin' over my shoulder
It's hard to focus in the open, I'm surrounded by vultures
So many haters, I don't know where to turn
And niggaz be starin' us down like we got money to burn

First things first, I'm sick of all you industry thugs
You feel me, you a enemy if anything
'Cuz in memory of death to the powers that be
See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier, ain't no coward in me

Somebody is constantly watching and following me
Throw shades over my eyes, won't allow me to see
Allow me to peek, forget about reading the fine print
My lyrical content on some Vietnam shit

Shoot 99% dogg, top of the line, I'm back on my grind
Satan in the back of my mind
Go ahead with the bullshit, tomorrow ain't promised
I'm pushin' the rock to stop from getting knocked unconscious

So why the devil keep on fuckin' with me? Why?
Why he knockin' at my door, my door?
Why the devil keep on fuckin' with me?
Can you tell me why he huntin' me for?

Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me, could you tell me?
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for?
Tell me what he huntin' me for, could you tell me, tell me?
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for?

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for Thou walk with me
It's Bad Boy baby, we done seen the ups and downs
Sunny days, rainy days, we'll never stop

Da Band, the next generation, God first
And we won't stop, yeah let's go
Yeah get off me, get off me, you know what team I'm on
One life, one God, one family, Bad Boy

I'm like Micheal baby, Dark Angel
Yeah you feel me, I see all you devils out there
You'll never stop us, Da Band, 2003
The next generation, yeah and we won't stop

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Hand Me The Downs - Lyrics - U.S. Bombs

Title: Hand Me The Downs
Artist: U.S. Bombs
Composer(s): D Bartholomew, A Domino

Lyric:
Too much pressure, gonna self explode
The baggage keeps on pilin' up
My future dangles from the end of a rope
No coat tails to sew on my coat

This is just a fame, it's just a game
Good God above take me out now, now
Somebody help me now, now, now
Lift me up to hand me the downs

The night life here's the worst it's ever been
Where's my jar of glue to put away my brains
This old body's been through the mill
My first memory was hate, so take the blame

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Good Ole Ghetto - Lyrics - Dave Hollister

Title: Good Ole Ghetto
Artist: Dave Hollister
Composer(s): Jason Perry, William De Vaughn, Terron Mitchell, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
Ha ha I know yall can feel me on this one
'Cause I'm talking 'bout the ghetto
Well, well, well, well, wel, oh yeah
Feel me, come go with me

I was about 13 as I recall
Just a young whippersnapper playin' ball
Tryin' to hang out with the homies after dark
We use to slap box until the street lights come on
And I can hear my mama yelling that it was time to come home
But being young you know how hard it be was
I can clearly remember all the other kids laughing at me
Because I use to wear those hand me downs
But if only they can see me now
And every now and then I reminisce about it
Well baby thats life as well you know
When you come straight from the ghetto

Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again
Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
'Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories

We ate ghetto food, we wore ghetto clothes
Ended up being ghetto stars, driving our ghetto loads
With a diamond in the back, sunroof top
Diggin' in the scene with a gansta lean ooh
Now I can clearly remember when it was cool
To do the Hammer dance
And everybody wore those pants
But back then I just couldn't afford it
And every now and then I reminisce about it
But its all good in the hood you know
Especially when your from the ghetto

Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again
Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
'Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talking 'bout the ghetto, talking 'bout the ghetto
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talking 'bout the ghetto, talking 'bout the ghetto

Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again
Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
'Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories

{Ha ha, yeah this song goes out to all my homies
Who are locked up and all my homies who are passed away
Rest in peace
Ha yeah, yeah from the Goodfellas Family
To you and yours, so ghetto}

Hey yo, good ol' ghetto
Hey yo, good ol' ghetto

Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again

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New Beginnings - Lyrics - What It Is To Burn - Finch

Title: New Beginnings
Album: What It Is To Burn
Artist: Finch
Composer(s): Alejandro M. Linares, Nathan Barcalow, Alexander Pappas, Randy Strohmeyer, Derek Doherty

Lyric:
Hand me downs and photographs, spread across the floor
A broken record spins in circles, she can't listen anymore
She's turned around a thousand times, she set that bridge a fire

But did you wanna listen?
You took the world with you
So what is left, so what is left for me?

I called you on the phone again, just the other day
It sounds to me you've found your place
And everything is great

But did you wanna listen?
You took the world with you
So what is left, so what is left for me?

But did you wanna listen?
You took the world with you
So what is left, so what is left for me?

(I tried)
So hard to figure out
(Why)
No explanation keeps me waiting
(Let's try)
Because I know you won't forget
(I know)
Even if it's over, it's over
(I know)
It's over
(What is left for me?)
It's over

Did you wanna listen?
You took the world with you
So what is left for me? So what is left for me?

(What is left for me?)
But did you wanna listen?
You took the world with you
So what is left, so what is left for me?

(What's left for me?)
But did you wanna listen?
(What's left?)
You took the world with you
(What's left for me?)
So what is left, so what is left for me?
(For me?)
I tried

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It'S H*** - Lyrics - From tha Roota to tha Toota - Field Mob

Title: It'S H***
Album: From tha Roota to tha Toota
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Shawn Johnson, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson

Lyric:
Stay up
Hold ya head up
It's hell in the streets boy
Hold your head young nigga, cause it's hell

I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full of butterflies
Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug, and that's some bullshit
I should've listened to them preachers in the pulpit
Stressin' to help me, seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicated my mind
Fuck the World, we cried
My mamma died in 92 so crazy, what the fuck to do?
Daddy smokin' hard, and I know one day it currupt him to chillin'
I'm starin' at the celin', can't take too many blows
The pain be killin', got the silence up through my nose, oh
These people want to hurt me, my momma dead so fuck 'em
A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel
To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya
Boy, in the streets I don't care with ya my nigga

Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
And I that's all I gotta say

Now I was born broke, but I'll be damned if I'm a die that way
Love my momma, can't deny that face
And as a child, everynight I prayed
For a rap record deal, man sometimes, twice I'd say
Lord save me, take me, away from here
20 To 9, and I've been sellin' yay' for years
But why we had a house, and couldn't keep it?
Why we evicted?
Why we get more pink slips than Victorias Secret?
Why I gotta rob?
Why my pappi ain't gotta job?
Why I ain't graduate?
Why through high school I didn't have a date?
Why I had to masturbate?
Why Im wearing hand me downs?
Why im in and out of jail?
Why I let my family down?
Why my uncle died?
Wish it would've been me
He ain't rob, he ain't hustle, should've been me
Preacher man, could you pray for me, faithfully?
When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me

It's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
And that's all I gotta say

He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again
Family ties, this is where the drama begins
Tellin' my momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch that
Locked in my prayin' to God, Please let me get back
He's trippin' like he's outta control
So he had to of been smokin' the herb to croke
Through the wall, she was gaggin' and chokin'
11 Years old, and I don't need to be seein' this shit
But in my tape deck, 8ball talkin' about beatin' a bitch
It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't of popped her that hard
And when them folks come through, her stupid ass be droppin' the charge
Whippin' her ass like a man, right and left with his fists
And when he blows to the dome, now she sliced her wrists
I'm hyped and I'm pissed, so I wipe the blood holdin' her limb
It's gonna be all right, I was with in her bleedin' guilt
She passed out, eyes rolled back, I'm tryin' not to panic
Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a frantic
Blood leakin', it won't stop, him and the rush of the fever
She almost died, of loss of blood
I knew my momma wouldn't leave me
She don't deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy
Feelin' like a pussy, I didn't help her cuz he ain't even my daddy
She's back at home, and puttin' his hands on her again
Livin' in the turn of fire, where drama doesn't end
It's hell
Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's hope
Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's hope

It's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
I that's all I gotta say

It's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
I that's all I gotta say

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Horsey - Lyrics - Hem

Title: Horsey
Artist: Hem
Composer(s): Gary Maurer, Daniel R. Messe

Lyric:
Blue sky and yellow sun
Paint the streets and the avenues
You float over everyone
In your rings and your wingtip shoes

Well, I can't say
I'll know you when
You come around
You look like a giant in
My hand-me-downs
Taller than anythin'

Riding a horsey through the town

Red bird is hanging low
House to house and tree to tree
He holds on to what he knows
So he takes a hold of me

Well, I can't say
I'll know you when
You come around
You look like a giant in
My hand-me-downs
Taller than anythin'

Riding a horsey through the town
Riding a horsey through the town

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Ra - Warfare - Lyrics - Afu

Title: Ra - Warfare
Artist: Afu
Composer(s): Eric Murr, Lerone Idlett, Afura Philip, Jamaal Grinnage

Lyric:
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about

You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under cover, make moves like no other
In dark alleys, you're gettin' opened from your belly

I rock spots for blocks, I knock you inna Skelly
I know you're jelly, because Fame, Billy and I be
Mashin' out crews of bad dudes for nothin'
Or 'cuz they frontin', they corny style, I show 'em somethin'

A buck fifty ear to ear smash and fear
I'm scrubbin' down, this hip hop shit's infested
Too many niggas sexin' the mic, they not protected
Don't get infected, like a child that's been molested

The surgeon general rap shit just hit your section
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me
It's picture perfect, blaze your mind like it's chronic
'Cause M.O.P. and afu-ra, shits bionic

It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

Brownsville slugger, put it on, come on, bring it on
It's a new way for this hip hop shit, sing a long
Who it is, nah bitch the question is, what it is?
It's that back yard bangin' shit, that I rocked for the kids

Clack clack, move son I got nothin' to lose son
There's a million and one ways to die, choose one
Hit or miss, it won't matter to peel yo ass
I'm still left with a million ways to kill yo ass

Now afu-ra split 'em in half with the sword
You heard it from yours truly, chairman of the board
Fizzy Womack, I blow back they whole strap committee
We live and direct from New York City

I'm a stretch a nigga, so you better get your weapon
Stop yappin' with ya dick in your hand and start steppin'
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
This is war here and we gettin' it on all year, biatch

It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

Let's take a trip down burner bark lane
Where the innocent get slain
And what you visualize will ruin your brain
A lot a blood sweat and tears, pain

Nobody stop a murder, as a dealer does it's muthafuckin' thing
Bang bang, just like that, the man'll slit open you
And put two under your hat
And as you lay flat just another nigga whacked

Before he stepped, he threw three through your chest through your back
And your outta here, lights out, game over
You said, you wanted to live life as a soldier
I told ya, we on shaky grounds, a lot of ups and downs
We on force, to run a crash course and blast off rhymes

And of course we have emotions inside, yeah
That's just some shit that we been trained to hide
You hear, be cautious, nigga walk slow
Talk low, this ain't no muthafuckin' talk show, this is

It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me

Fire!

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It'S Hell - Lyrics - Field Mob

Title: It'S Hell
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Shawn Johnson, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson

Lyric:
Stay up Hold ya head up
It's hell in the streets boy
Hold your head young nigga
'Cause it's hell

I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full of butterflies
Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug, and that's some bullshit
I should've listened to them preachers in the pulpit

Stressin' to heaven, seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicated my mind,
Fuck the World, with crime

My mamma died in '92 so crazy, what the fuck to do?
Daddy smokin' hard, not knowin' that it corrupted two chillin'
I'm starin' at the ceilin', can't take too many blows
The pain be killin', got the sinus up in my nose, oh

These people want to hurt me, my momma dead, so fuck 'em
A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel
To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya
Boy, in the streets I don't care with ya, my nigga

'Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

'Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over, I'm lookin' for a better way
And I that's all I gotta say

Now I was born broke, but I'll be damned if I'm a die that way
Love my momma, can't deny that face and as a child
Everynight I prayed for a rap record deal, man sometimes
Twice I'd say, "Lord save me, take me away from here"

Twenty now, and I've been sellin' yay' for years
But why we had a house, and couldn't keep it?
Why we evicted? Why we get more pink slips than Victorias Secret?
Why I gotta rob? Why my pappa ain't gotta job? Why I ain't graduate?

Why through high school I aint have a date?
Why I had to masturbate? Why I'm wearing hand me downs?
Why I'm in and out of jail? Why I let my family down?
Why my uncle died? Wish it would've been me

He ain't rob, he ain't hustle, should've been me
Preacher man, could you pray for me, faithfully?
When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me

'Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

'Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over, I'm lookin' for a better way
And I that's all I gotta say

He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again
Family ties, this is where the drama begins
Tellin' my momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch that
Locked in my prayin' to God, "Please let me get back"

He's trippin' like he's outta control
So he had to of been smokin'I heard her croke
Through the wall, she was gaggin' and chokin'
Eleven years old, and I don't need to be seein' this shit

But in my tape deck, eight ball talkin' about beatin' a bitch
It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't popp her that hard
And when them folks come , her stupid ass be droppin' the charge
Whippin' her ass like a man, right and left with his fists

Heavely blows to the dome, now she slicing her wrists
I'm hyped and I'm pissed, soaking wet with blood holdin' her limb
It's gonna be all right, she whispered with her bleedin' lip
She passed out, eyes rolled back, I'm tryin' not to panic

Step daddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a frantic
Blood leakin', non stop, permanent rush with the fever
She almost died, of loss of blood, I knew my momma wouldn't leave me
She don't deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy

Feelin' like a puss, I didn't help her 'cuz he ain't even my daddy
She's back at home, and he puttin' his hands on her again
Livin' in eternal fire, where drama doesn't end

It's hell
Nobody knows, the load, my soul tow
Nobody knows, the load, my soul tow

'Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

'Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over, I'm lookin' for a better way
And I that's all I gotta say

'Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

'Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over, I'm lookin' for a better way
And I that's all I gotta say

'Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

'Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over, I'm lookin' for a better way
And I that's all I gotta say

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Horse And Carriage - Lyrics - Confessions Of Fire - Cam'Ron

Title: Horse And Carriage
Album: Confessions Of Fire
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Jean Claude Olivier, Cameron Giles

Lyric:
Aiyyo you might see Cam in designer underwear
New reclining leather chair reminders everywhere
How we pull up in whips the minors stop and stare
And when it comes to girls they behind us everywhere

I mean when I hang up on 'em they pressin' redial
I mean what the fuck is it why you stressin' me child
It'd be one thing if you were finessin' my style
But when I go to court, you know the dress of the trial

You not my wife, so if I ask head I be fowl
You better be down, the only question better be, how
Threaten me now, bet me a thou, no dirl deadin' me now
In the SC we're gone, are you sexy in thongs

If you'll sex in the Lex and your head be the bomb
I'll get you that stuff that Gretzky skate on
What you mean 'Gretzky be on'? Ice
Oh you're gonna buy me diamonds? Shut the fuck up

Mamacita horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna rise to the top
Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire

Yo, I love when cats think they bigger than a sumo
That when I hit 'em with some Puerto Rican judo
Uh, you don't know what that is
That's when I say, "They don't know who gat this is"

And you don't know yo' guns is hand me downs
And you don't know we'll put you where you can't be found
And you don't know you better toughin' up
'Cause you don't know nigga will fuck you up

And you don't know baby, we don't need you
And when it comes to Jimmy, my name's, 'Me too'
'Cause when he got cash, I was like, 'Me too'
And when he got ass I said, "Me too"

And when he got the drop I was like 'Me too'
And when he almost got shot I said, "Me too"
What you get now is just a preview
We all tinted out, your car's see-through I see you

Mamacita horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna rise to the top
Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire

Aye yo, I pull to the hotel with my shit on blast
Tell the vally, "Motherfucker don't hit my Jag"
Seen the bell boy, nigga he can kiss my ass
Just show me my room nigga, and get my bags

So the girl, that's my hon, almost dropped his glass
I guess he was shocked when I touched her ass
It really wasn't nothin' she was peedy aight
"Does that say Harlem World?" Yeah you readin' it right

And we havin' a party, later tonight
Like Phil Collins said in, "The Heat Of The Night"
'Cause Cam rocks the party all night long
'Til when? 'Til the early morn'

It don't stop and uh it don't quit
And uh drop six and uh we pop Cris
Right now too tipsy to drive
But I got my horse and carriage right outside

Mamacita horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna rise to the top
Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire

Mamacita horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna rise to the top

Michael Foster, Puffy Combs
Jimmy Jones, Mason Betha and Bloodshed for Eva
And we gonna rise, and we gonna rise
We gonna rise to the top Andrew Thomson

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Horse And Carriage (Remix) - Lyrics - Cam'Ron

Title: Horse And Carriage (Remix)
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Jean Claude Olivier, Cameron Giles

Lyric:
Aiyyo you might see Cam in designer underwear
New reclining leather chair reminders everywhere
How we pull up in whips the minors stop and stare
And when it comes to girls they behind us everywhere

I mean when I hang up on 'em they pressin' redial
I mean what the fuck is it why you stressin' me child
It'd be one thing if you were finessin' my style
But when I go to court, you know the dress of the trial

You not my wife, so if I ask head I be fowl
You better be down, the only question better be, how
Threaten me now, bet me a thou, no dirl deadin' me now
In the SC we're gone, are you sexy in thongs

If you'll sex in the Lex and your head be the bomb
I'll get you that stuff that Gretzky skate on
What you mean 'Gretzky be on'? Ice
Oh you're gonna buy me diamonds? Shut the fuck up

Mamacita horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna rise to the top
Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire

Yo, I love when cats think they bigger than a sumo
That when I hit 'em with some Puerto Rican judo
Uh, you don't know what that is
That's when I say, "They don't know who gat this is"

And you don't know yo' guns is hand me downs
And you don't know we'll put you where you can't be found
And you don't know you better toughin' up
'Cause you don't know nigga will fuck you up

And you don't know baby, we don't need you
And when it comes to Jimmy, my name's, 'Me too'
'Cause when he got cash, I was like, 'Me too'
And when he got ass I said, "Me too"

And when he got the drop I was like 'Me too'
And when he almost got shot I said, "Me too"
What you get now is just a preview
We all tinted out, your car's see-through I see you

Mamacita horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna rise to the top
Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire

Aye yo, I pull to the hotel with my shit on blast
Tell the vally, "Motherfucker don't hit my Jag"
Seen the bell boy, nigga he can kiss my ass
Just show me my room nigga, and get my bags

So the girl, that's my hon, almost dropped his glass
I guess he was shocked when I touched her ass
It really wasn't nothin' she was peedy aight
"Does that say Harlem World?" Yeah you readin' it right

And we havin' a party, later tonight
Like Phil Collins said in, "The Heat Of The Night"
'Cause Cam rocks the party all night long
'Til when? 'Til the early morn'

It don't stop and uh it don't quit
And uh drop six and uh we pop Cris
Right now too tipsy to drive
But I got my horse and carriage right outside

Mamacita horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna rise to the top
Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire

Mamacita horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna rise to the top

Michael Foster, Puffy Combs
Jimmy Jones, Mason Betha and Bloodshed for Eva
And we gonna rise, and we gonna rise
We gonna rise to the top Andrew Thomson

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Hustlenomics - Lyrics - Hustlenomics - Yung Joc

Title: Hustlenomics
Album: Hustlenomics
Artist: Yung Joc
Composer(s): Jasiel Robinson

Lyric:
Alright, boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin?
But the best is yet to come
Welcome to Hustlenomics

Who would've imagined that life would be so good, nigga? Now I'm on
?Cause I'm tired of all the games, nigga, now I'm grown
Tell you what the game's missing, right from wrong
Respect game, young nigga, tell them haters so long

You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means
Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams
I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it
I'll rock 'til the motherfuckin? Feds come knockin?

The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman
Best if you don't know the man I just tax an extra grand
I get you what you want, we call that captain and the booker
Hustlenomics, yeah, I'll chop you one, I got it if you want it

I'm from the slums and the sticks turned crumbs into bricks
Got a bum full of knicks, gun full of hollow tips
And where I'm from we shared everything, we called it hand-me-downs
I implemented Hustlenomics, pimp, look at me now

Who would've imagined that life would be so good, nigga? Now I'm on
?Cause I'm tired of all the games, nigga, now I'm grown
Tell you what the game's missing, right from wrong
Respect game, young nigga, tell them haters so long

I can show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Let me show you how to hustle, welcome to Hustlenomics
Let me show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
I can show you how to hustle, nigga, welcome to Hustlenomics

Grab a number two pencil ?cause I'm 'bout to test, niggas
This game about to drop, shit, I'm 'bout to bless, niggas
I tell 'em no cheating's allowed, eyes on your test, nigga
I graduated with honors ?cause see, I was the best, nigga

Two plus two don't equal four in my world
Seventeen five, get your ass thirty-six O's of that girl
Okay, class, let's settle down, you better pay attention
?Cause I bet the class clown end up in Federal detention

And when I say detention I ain't talkin? after school
?Cause if you're slippin? on your pimpin? you'll be rockin? county blues
Quit trickin? on these hoes, man, they guarantee to choose
Stop trigger your re-up or you're guaranteed to lose

Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do
Learn to talk in code, learn to keep the law up off you
?Cause you niggas keep snitchin? and hoes keep talkin?
Either they throw away the key or they gon' put you in a coffin

Who would've imagined that life would be so good, nigga? Now I'm on
?Cause I'm tired of all the games, nigga, now I'm grown
Tell you what the game's missing, right from wrong
Respect game, young nigga, tell them haters so long

I can show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Let me show you how to hustle, welcome to Hustlenomics
Let me show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
I can show you how to hustle, nigga, welcome to Hustlenomics

If you made it to this portion of the album
Give yourselves a round of applause, man
I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart
For takin? the time to ride with me, nigga

To wake up to this shit, to go to sleep to this shit
To thug to this shit, to get money for this shit, nigga
Hustlenomics is what it is
It's not a campaign for motherfuckin? attention

This is what I do, like I said, if you listen to this shit
[Incomprehensible] what you do, nigga, get money
Block ENT

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Street Kids - Lyrics - Rock Of The Westies - Elton John

Title: Street Kids
Album: Rock Of The Westies
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
They must have had the whole thing planned
There must have been a hundred
If we make a stand I think we'll be outnumbered
If I'd had the chance then I could understand
Why I'm a juvenile delinquent in an East End gang

And if you think you've seen gasoline
Burning in my eyes
Don't be alarmed, tell yourself it's good to be
It's good to be alive, oh

Just another street kid on your tail
Running on the wrong side of the rails
With my boot lace tie and my hand-me-downs
You know I run the toughest bunch this side of town
Those street kids making news just being around

I've been bottled and been brained squealers can't be trusted
If we fight tonight you can bet we'll all be busted
I'd like to break away from the rut I'm in
But beggars can't be choosers, yeah and I was born to sin

And if you think you've seen gasoline
Burning in my eyes
Don't be alarmed, tell yourself it's good to be
It's good to be alive, oh

Just another street kid on your tail
Running on the wrong side of the rails
With my boot lace tie and my hand-me-downs
You know I run the toughest bunch this side of town
Those street kids making news just being around

Hey for the street kids making news just being around
Let's hear it for the street kids making news just being around
Let's hear it for the street kids

And if you think you've seen gasoline
Burning in my eyes
Don't be alarmed, tell yourself it's good to be
It's good to be alive, oh

Just another street kid making news just being around
Just another street kid, just another street kid
Just another street kid making news just being around
Just another street kid, just another street kid
Just another street kid making news just being around

Street kid, street kid
Making news just being around
Street kid, street kid
Making news just being around
Street kid, street kid
Making news just being around
Street kid, street kid
Street kid, street kid

Street kid, street kid
Street kid, street kid
Making news just being around
Just another street kid, just another street kid
Just another street kid making news just being around

Street kid, street kid
Street kid, street kid

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Good To Me - Lyrics - Thankful - Mary Mary

Title: Good To Me
Album: Thankful
Artist: Mary Mary
Composer(s): Warryn Campbell, Curtis Mayfield, Trecina Evette Atkins, Erica Monique Atkins

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Lyric:
No, no, it ain't the way it used to be
And yeah, yes, it may be hard to believe
When, when I think about all my blessings
I, oh, I'm telling you, God's been good to me

Growing up in a real big family
I had to a take what I could get
There was always a sister or brother
I had to share every thing with

I had to share my room, wear hand-me-downs
'Cause we didn't have much money
But now, there's not much I long for
Telling you, God's been good to me

No, no, it ain't the way it used to be
And yeah, yes, it may be hard to believe
When, when I think about all my blessings
I, oh, I'm telling you God's been good to me

You may think I've got it easy
And that's the way it's always been
But that's not really my story
I'll tell you how it all happened

I had to work real hard to get here
But I didn't do it all alone
Someone was watching over me
And that is why, I sing this song

No, no, it ain't the way it used to be
And yeah, yes, it may be hard to believe
When, when I think about all my blessings
I, oh, I'm telling you God's been good to me

If I began to count my blessings
I wouldn't know where to begin
God has done so much for me
He's been much more that a friend

He's been protector and provider
Though I didn't always know
Always been right beside me
And without Him, where would I be

No, no, it ain't the way it used to be
And yeah, yes, it may be hard to believe
When, when I think about all my blessings
I, oh, I'm telling you, God's been good to me

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Envy - Lyrics - Jealous One's Envy - Fat Joe

Title: Envy
Album: Jealous One's Envy
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): David Ritz, Joseph Cartagena, Odell Brown, Marvin Gaye, Leshan Lewis

Lyric:
Yo, this is going out to all my peeps locked down
Charlie rock LD all my peeps who passed away, yeah

I remember when we used to chill on a hill
When Forest Projects used to be Godsville
Brothers was wilin' others was cool
Some hit the island some smoked fools

Me I chose the life of crime since day one
13 years old already trying to cop a gun
I never understood why my pops would beat me
No matter what I did, yo he'd still mistreat me

That's why, I never listened to a thing he said
And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him dead
Instead, me and Ma Dukes kept tight
Promised that one day everything would be alright

14 years old, cutting mad classes
Puffing on a bone, breaking car glasses
Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind
Shook motherfuckers on the block droppin' dime

Everybody knew Joey Crack represented
And if I told then I'd take your life
Hey yo, I meant it that's the way it goes
When you deal with the real fake jacks
And get your cap peeled

Hey Joey, let's just get this money
Brothas just be wilin'
Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody
Brothas they been triflin'

Yeah, momma never said life would be so hard
Sometimes I find myself alone just praying to God
Hoping that today won't be the last
I mean, just the other day this kid I knew got blasted

Say word, word, it wasn't over no cash
It was over some broad who liked to auction off the ass
He was a cool kid, although we lost him big
If he was a real nigga, then he wouldn't have got did

Life's trife and then you die
Nobody dies of old age, but in the hands of another guy
That's why I keeps an alibi
Juliani wants to see a brother fry

So I maintain to keep my mind peace focused
Keep the gat there in 'case a nigga wanna smoke this
Times are difficult on the streets of New York
It's kinda hard trying to hope for and not get caught

Blue eyes is on my back, with intentions of arresting me
But they won't get the best of me
'Cause riches are my destiny

Hey Joey, let's just get this money
Brothas just be wilin'
Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody
Brothas they been triflin'

No one expected me to blow like this
What was once hand me downs
Is now the best of ? Atanovich?
Yukon Jeeps creepin' through the streets

Catching the eye of every big booty cheek freak
Daten rims so shiny you can see your reflection
Green plush interior, under the seat
The heat for protection

Momma look at me now
Got a house in Long Isle for my spouse and my child
D E L condos for first impression hoes
No more holes in my gibros

Strictly denim and clothes
Airwaves blasting my latest single
All up in the Mecca Club
Making Lucci while I mingle

Jingle jewels in the face of past enemies
Eat your heart out son, you never was a friend to me

Hey Joey, let's just get this money
Brothas just be wilin'
Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody
Brothas they been triflin'

Big Joe, South Bronx
Represent

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Mary Without Sound - Lyrics - Motion City Soundtrack

Title: Mary Without Sound
Artist: Motion City Soundtrack
Composer(s): Justin Courtney Pierre, Joshua Cain Cain, Jesse Mack Johnson, Matthew Scott Taylor, Tony Richard Thaxton

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Lyric:
Mary go round
I'd like to see you when the summer sun sets down
Straight from the pages into memories that hang around
I can't believe that there is nowhere you can go
And not be found without sound

From the pages of the morning
When you mentioned
You're worth less to me

Hand over hand the pages turn
The pages without sound
Turn on empty hands
Tonight will end without sound

Mary go round
Hold back the hand me downs and bring back the bright sound
Head for the razor broken bottle hangman runarounds
Time for the message to return with the sender unsigned
And without sound

From the pages of the morning
When you mentioned
You're worth less to me

It's a battle you can't win
It's a battle you lose
It's a battle you can't win
It's a battle you lose

It's a battle you can't win
It's a battle you lose
It's a battle you can't win
It's a battle you lose

Hand over hand the pages turn
The pages without sound
Turn on empty hands
Tonight will end without sound

Mary go round
I'd like to see you when the summer sun sets down

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