Here It Is - Lyrics - Ten New Songs - Leonard Cohen

Title: Here It Is
Album: Ten New Songs
Artist: Leonard Cohen
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen, Sharon Robinson

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Lyric:
Here it is
Here it is
Here it is
Here it is

Here is your crown
And your seal and rings
Here is your love
For all things

Here is your cart
Your cardboard and piss
And here is your love
For all of this

May everyone live
May everyone die
Hello, my love
And my love, goodbye

Here it is
Here it is

Here is your wine
And your drunken fall
And here is your love
Your love for it all

Here is your sickness
Your bed and your pan
And here is your love
For the woman, the man

May everyone live
May everyone die
Hello, my love
And, my love, goodbye

Here it is
Here it is

And here is the night
The night has begun
And here is your death
In the heart of your son

And here is the dawn
Until death do us part
And here is your death
In your daughter?s heart

May everyone live
And may everyone die
Hello, my love
And, my love, goodbye

And may everyone live
May everyone die
Hello, my love
And, my love, goodbye

Here it is
Here it is

Here you are hurried
And here you are gone
And here is the love
It?s all built upon

Here is your cross
Your nails and your hill
And here is the love
That lists where it will

May everyone live
Now may everyone die
Hello, my love
And my love, goodbye

And may everyone live
And may everyone die
Hello, my love
And my love, goodbye

Here it is
Here it is
Here it is
Here it is
Here it is
Here it is

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Here It Is - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Here It Is
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Andre Weston, Willie Hines, Joe Bishop, Gordon Jenkins, Kev Geeda

Lyric:
Yeah, here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss
Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss

Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss
Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss

Here it is, back up in the scene
Here to make the green and niggaz out there know just what I mean
I ride the beat like a jockey, short and stocky
I'm never sloppy, the honeys wanna clock and knock me

It don't shock me, I see it all the time
Get a little fame and now a nigga look as fine as wine
I know the game because I study, me and my buddy
Ain't nuttin' funny, niggaz know the sewer style is nutty

Give me the money 'cuz I'm tryin' to make a million
Rollin' with my clique and yo we dick like a Sicilian
I bring the drama for the masses, whippin' niggaz asses
So get ya glasses time for classes

I take my chances, I gots to go for broke
So knocka don't provoke, just chill and roll a smoke
It ain't no joke, I know you recognize the sound
It's diggity Das EFX and this is how we goin' down

Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss
Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss

Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss
Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss

Dollar dollar dollar, place your bets across the table
One mo' time 'cuz it's show time without the cable
Holdin' down the spot and any whack penetrators
Is fallin' to the flames of my rap incinerators

I'm afraid, I got some bad news for crews
By the twos son it's hard like booze, so don't snooze
I'm throwin' jabs, hooks and uppercuts to your face, yeah
Hittin' you with the perfect combination like Stacie

That is sure I be the jibber jabber jour, I'm gettin' perilous
The skunk derelict ghetto lyrical specialist
Say yes, it's thick, the restless clique
From PMD to fool with the Lexus whip

Now true indeed a few MC's, they just don't know what they doin'
'Cuz when I smoke the blunt, nigga they had the blunt canoein'
So yo, now I gotta dis 'cuz niggaz piss me off
The way that y'all be rhymin' if you want step up like Doggie Diamond

Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss
Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss

Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss
Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss

Crazy trazy, holding down the block
I riggedy rock the miggedy microphone nonstop
You bitin' rappaz better exit 'cuz when I flex it
You won't neglect it 'cuz when you fuckin' least expect it

Kid, I wreck shit, bring it from the sewer
Miggedy mic check can't forget the one two-a
The incredible man of the season
Here's the reason its the rhymes I'm releasing

It ain't no thing that's how we do it nowadays
Bring it from the sewer, wreck shit and then we sways
Another day another buck-fuck, what nigger please
I'm overdue wit' these foes, niggaz I'm bustin' out ya toes to get ya dancin'

Son, I even got my crew makin' hits like Charles Manson
Kids nappin', can't forget the ransom, I'm not so handsome
So when I pickup my pen my temper tantrum overcome it like voodoo
And I'm rougher than bruise you, sharp like cold crystal

Yo, my niggaz told Istal?
I don't eat the beef, pork or the goat tissue
Black I blast a missile penetratin' through ya radar
Hey star, ya style's horrible like fuckin' Haggar

Hip hip hooray-K, a the eye swella
The one who be hittin' the bitches blue black to high yella
It's the boogie banga
Better yet the banger of the boogie, a black champion like my hoodie

Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss
Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss

Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss
Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss

Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss
Here it is, do it like this
Comin' from the sewer, yeah, you know we never miss

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Here We Go - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Here We Go
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Derek Lynch, Andre Weston, Willie Hines, Chris Charity

Lyric:
Yo, it's the slick, rugged dick
Tripe nigga from the heights again
I'm gettin' nice again, enter pussies like mice and men

So I pretend to be something that you ain't
You got me laughin' to tha fuckin' bank
And plus I'll do ya something stank, nigga

I'm bad to the bone, gnaws on the gristle
Puttin' the squeeze on niggas, so what?
Fuck Mr.Whipple if ya nibble on my ear
Yeah, baby girl, it might tickle

I drink Old E like Fred D, drink the ripple
Word ta God, niggas wanna play hard rock for doses
That shit got to go, I cock back, shot the flow, caught

Now hook 'em to the respirator
Drip the shit bag to his hip while he vision in tha escalator
Now play tha humble in the tunnel
With the bright light at tha end of it
Word is born, time ta end this shit

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Guess, who's next up ta flex, no need ta introduce
We holdin' down tha spot just like tha pimps do on the 40 deuce
So here's the story, kid ya bore me, don't ignore me
You gettin' kills in my territory

You think you're clever sun, but you never sun
Gonna get a chance ta fuckin' con me like Edison
I think ya better run 'cause I'm comin' atcha
And what the fuck ya gonna do when I catch ya?

Ya liddle bastid you'll get that ass kicked, when I blast it
Your gonna end up in a fuckin' casket
I kicks tha mad shit, I come ta show tha flow
You're fuckin' with a pro but I guess, by now ya know, so

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Well, now I gotcha niggas stumblin', I see ya fumblin'
Kill tha mumblin' 'cause when I'm on tha track
I'm never wack when I be rumblin'
Like this, like that, I'm fatter than the fattest

Niggas wish they had this
They know, my style's the fuckin, baddies'
You got tha status but yo you're just a pussy
I'll fuck your girl, I'll make her do that watussi

You need protection when in my section
For the injection, another one in my fuckin' collection
I blast off like a rocket, so don't knock it till ya try it
I come deep like a riot, ya can't deny it

I keep it on lock, a forty and blunt ma'fucka and ya don't stop
I'm on tha scene with tha nicotine puffa
I gut ya clean ta make your fuckin' spleen rupture
Nice with the ways since the days ask niggas

I know a lot of rap figures and pushin' crack niggas
Prhaps wack niggas need ta play tha back step
I got styles for days but styles ain't even hatch yet
Hate me but never violate me

Used to smoke a pound a week but I been gettin' higher lately
Rhyme sayers need prayers 'cause snipers gettin' hot
When you make tha sign of the cross, X marks tha spot
L clips to my lips with my niggas to my side

380 sesh in the 325, oops, I'm at the eight now
East think I push more rock than Mr. Slate
I'm fat like Ricki Lake, here we go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go

Here we go yo, time ta get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how it go
Word up

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It - Lyrics - Lamb Lies Down On Broadway - Genesis

Title: It
Album: Lamb Lies Down On Broadway
Artist: Genesis
Composer(s): Phil Collins, Anthony Banks, Peter Gabriel, Steve Hackett

Lyric:
When it's cold, it comes slow
It is warm, just watch it grow
All around me
It is here, it is now

Just a little bit of it can bring you up or down
Like the supper it is cooking in your hometown
It is chicken, it is eggs, it is in between your legs
It is walking on the moon, leaving your cocoon

It is the jigsaw, it is purple haze
It never stays in one place, but it's not a passing phase
It is in the single's bar, in the distance of the face
It is in between the cages, it is always in a space
It is here, it is now

Any rock can be made to roll if you've enough of it to pay the toll
It has no home in words or goal, not even in your favorite hole
It is the hope for the dope when you ride the horse without a hoof.
It is shaken, not stirred, cocktails on the roof

When you eat right through it you see everything alive
It is inside spirit, with enough grit to survive
If you think it's pretentious, you've been taken for a ride
Look across the mirror son, before you choose, decide
It is here, it is now, it is real, it is real

'Cause it's only knock and know all, but I like it
Yes it's only knock and know all, but I like it
Yes it's only knock and know all, but I like it, I like it ,I like it
Only knock and know all, but I like it, like it, like it
Like it all around me, like it all around me
'Cause I like it, like it, like it, like it

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Here Is Our King - Lyrics - A Collision - David Crowder

Title: Here Is Our King
Album: A Collision
Artist: David Crowder
Composer(s): David Crowder

Lyric:
Here is our King, here is our love
Here is our God who's come
To bring us back to Him
He is the One, He is Jesus

And He is our King, He is our love
He is our God who's come
To bring us back to Him
He is the One, He is Jesus, Jesus

Somewhere ever spring arrives to heal the ground
From wherever searching comes the look itself
A trace of what we're looking for so be quiet now and wait
Ocean is growing, the tide is coming in, here it is

Here is our King, here is our love
Here is our God who's come
To bring us back to Him
He is the One, He is Jesus

And He is our King, He is our love
He is our God who's come
To bring us back to Him
He is the One, He is Jesus, Jesus

And what was said to the rose to make it unfold
Was said to me, here in my chest so be quiet now and rest
So be quiet now and rest
The ocean is growing, the tide is coming, here it is

Here is our King, Here is our love
Here is our God who's come
To bring us back to Him
He is the One, He is Jesus

And He is our King, He is our love
Here is our God who's come
To bring us back to Him
He is the One, He is Jesus, He is Jesus

Majesty finally, Majesty finally here

Here is our King, Here is our love
Here is our God who's come
To bring us back to Him
He is the One, He is Jesus, Jesus

He is our King, He is our love
Here is our God who's come
To bring us back to Him
He is the One, He is Jesus, He is Jesus

And here is our King, Here is our love
Here is our God who's come
To bring us back to Him
He is the One, He is Jesus, He is Jesus

Majesty finally here

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It Is You - Live - Lyrics - Newsboys

Title: It Is You - Live
Artist: Newsboys
Composer(s): Peter Furler

Lyric:
And as we lift up our hands
Will You meet us here?
As we call on Your name
Will You meet us here?
We have come to this place
To worship You, God of mercy and grace

It is You, we adore
It is You, praises are for
Only You, the heaven's declare
It is You, it is You

And holy, holy is our God Almighty
And holy, holy is His name alone
And holy, holy is our God Almighty
And holy, holy is His name alone

It is You, we adore
It is You, it is You

As we lift up our hands
Will meet us here?
As we call on Your name
Will meet us here?
We have come to this place
To worship You, God of mercy and grace

It is You, we adore
It is You, praises are for
Only You, the heaven's declare
It is You, it is You

And holy, holy is our God Almighty
And holy, holy is His name alone
And holy, holy is our God Almighty
And holy, holy is His name alone

As we lift up our hands
As we call on Your name
Will You visit this place
By Your mercy and grace?

As we lift up our hands
As we call on Your name
Will You visit this place
By Your mercy and grace?

It is You, we adore
It is You, it is You

Holy, holy is our God Almighty
Holy, holy is His name alone
Holy, holy is our God Almighty
Holy, holy is His name alone

Holy, holy is our God Almighty
Holy, holy is His name alone
Holy, holy is our God Almighty
Holy, holy is his name alone

It is You, we adore
It is You and only You

And holy, holy is our God Almighty
And holy, holy is His name alone
And holy, holy is our God Almighty
And holy, holy is His name alone

Holy, holy is our God Almighty
Holy, holy is His name alone
Holy, holy is our God Almighty
Holy, holy is His name alone

Holy, holy is our God Almighty
Holy, holy is His name alone
Holy, holy is our God Almighty
Holy, holy is His name alone

Holy, holy is our God Almighty
Holy, holy is His name alone

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Ugly - Lyrics - Dark Days Bright Nights - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Ugly
Album: Dark Days Bright Nights
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Timothy Z Mosley, Warren Anderson Mathis, Melissa A Elliott

Lyric:
Say what, say what?
Freaky, freaky, Bubba

Shit, I ain't choose to rhyme, rhymin' chose me
So I hit the track runnin', like a nosebleed
Life ain't great now but it's much improved
Yo' album droppin' this summer? That sucks for you

'Cause this is Bubba's moment, I put my mother on it
I said my momma, it seems as if I love her, don't it?
So buckle up 'cause it's gon' get bumpy
I call my girlfriends Betty's an' my shit's grumpies

That Bubba talk gotcha open wide
I giggle outside the booth but ain't no joke inside
This is complicated, at least to y'all it is
Just let me sell fifty million, then I'll call it quits

But until that day, y'all in deep doo doo
I never once saw you crank it 'cause I just leap through you
What you need to do is just admit you love me
The South has always been dirty but now it's gettin' ugly

It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here

It's gon' get ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly
In here, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here

Though I am country, don't get the wrong idea
My ego's gettin' bigger with every song I hear
'Cause y'all been bullshittin', spittin' that booty chatter
Out here for two days an' came with somethin' that truly matters

On goes the saga of Bubba's plight
She won't see tomorrow if I don't cut tonight
That's just my mood now, I hate it came to this
How else can I say it? I don't speak no other languages

I'm fairly ripped now, so this the Jimmy talkin'
You hear that beat don'tcha? That's just Timmy talkin'
Go 'head throw dem bows, fuck it, break a bottle
Let's be honest, none of us will ever date a model

So let's just cut it loose, ignore the repercussions
If you scared, then just forget what we discussin'
This that new South, take a picture of me
'Cause I'm a fuckin' legend an' this is gettin' ugly

It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here

It's gon' get ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly
In here, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here

Now this thang is jumpin', ain't it somethin'?
What makes it special, this whole moment came from nothin'
Now you see it triples, I bet she slurp tonight
Lames, hide your wallets, hatin' broads
Clutch your purses tight

If you ain't tryin' to live, you with the wrong crowd
An' if you feelin' brave then better sport that thong proud
An' if you finally breathin', then sing this song loud
I'm glad I got you wet, I know you had a long drought

Don't worry about the law, they can't arrest us all
I had to crank, couldn'ta done nothin' less for y'all
Forget your inhibitions, I wanna see you whylin'
An' if Bubba dies tonight, know he was smilin'

It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here

It's gon' get ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly
In here, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here

It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here

It's gon' get ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly
In here, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here

Check the switch
Switch it one time
Now switch it back, baby
Switch it one time
Now switch it back, baby

Holla, ?Ain't no stoppin' me?
Copyrighten, so don't copy me
I want you to holla, ?Ain't no stoppin' me?
Copywritten, so don't copy me

C'mon, Bubba, let's go

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Brainstorm - Lyrics - Superjudge - Monster Magnet

Title: Brainstorm
Album: Superjudge
Artist: Monster Magnet
Composer(s): Nik Turner

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Lyric:
Standing on the runway waiting to takeoff
I wanna fly, you're watching me break off
I can't move 'cause the man has a rake off
You gotta help me, help me to shake off

This body of mine
(Man I don't wanna be destroyed)
This body of mine
(Man I don't wanna turn android)
This body of mine
(Man I don't wanna be destroyed)
This body of mine
(Man I don't wanna turn android)

Brainstorm, here I go
Brainstorm, here I go
I bet you'd think I'd miss it
You'd bet I'd kiss it

I can't get no peace until I get into motion
Sign my release from this planet's erosion
Paranoia is only shattered emotion
You gotta help me or there'll be an explosion

This body of mine
(Man I don't wanna be destroyed)
This body of mine
(Man I don't wanna turn android)
This body of mine
(Man I don't wanna be destroyed)
This body of mine
(Man I don't wanna turn android)

Brainstorm, here I go
Brainstorm, here I go
I heard you think I miss it
You'd bet I'd kiss it

This is it, this is it
This is it, this is it
This is it, this is it

This is it, this is it
(Brainstorm)
This is it, this is it
(Brainstorm)
This is it, this is it
(Brainstorm)
This is it, this is it
(Brainstorm)
This is it, this is it
(Brainstorm)

This is it, this is it
(Brainstorm)
This is it, this is it
(Brainstorm)
This is it, this is it
(Brainstorm)
This is it, this is it
(Brainstorm)
This is it, this is it
(Brainstorm)

This is it, this is it
(Brainstorm)
This is it, this is it
(Brainstorm)
This is it, this is it
(Brainstorm)
This is it, this is it
(Brainstorm)
This is it
(Brainstorm)

Standing on the runway waiting to takeoff
I wanna fly, yeah, you're watching me break off
I can't move 'cause the man has a rake off
You gotta help me, help me to shake off

This body of mine
(Man I don't wanna be destroyed)
This body of mine
(Man I don't wanna turn android)
This body of mine
(Man I don't wanna be destroyed)
This body of mine
(Man I don't wanna turn android)

Brainstorm, here I go
Brainstorm, here I go
I heard you think I miss it
You'd bet I'd kiss it

Brainstorm
Brainstorm
Brainstorm
...

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Here Is My Heart - Lyrics - Renaissance - Lionel Richie

Title: Here Is My Heart
Album: Renaissance
Artist: Lionel Richie
Composer(s): Paul Barry, Lionel Richie, Mark Taylor

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Lyric:
Here is my heart you can take it

There's a time in your life for believing
That impossible dream in your heart
When you find in one magical moment
The one you search for from the start

On a night like tonight when you're holding me
I can see in your eyes, it's you I've dreamed of

Here is my heart, you can take it
Love so strong, can't be wrong
Here is my heart, please don't break it
Come what may, here I'll stay
Here is my heart only for you

If I gave you the keys of a kingdom
If I dressed you in diamonds and pearls
It would never compare to the feeling
We have together right now

On a night like tonight, you're everything
For once in my life, it feels like Heaven

Here is my heart, you can take it
Love so strong, can't be wrong
Here is my heart, please don't break it
Come what may, here I'll stay
Here is my heart, only for you
Here is my heart, now and forever yours

Making love under the stars
Paradise is where we are
Living it up, we'll never stop
Dancing together
Round and round and round, we go
Feel the rhythm in your soul
Nothing is going to stop us
When we're dancing together
All night long forever

Here is my heart, you can take it
Here is my heart, please don't break it
Here is my heart, you can take it
Love so strong, can't be wrong
Here is my heart, please don't break it
Come what may, here I'll stay

Here is my heart
Here is my heart
Love so strong, can't be wrong
(Come on and take it)
Here is my heart, please don't break it
(Come on and take it)
Come what may, here I'll stay
Please don't break it
Don't break it, girl
Ohh, here is my heart
Here is my heart
Now and forever yours

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It Don'T Get Better - Lyrics - Blurring The Edges - Meredith Brooks

Title: It Don'T Get Better
Album: Blurring The Edges
Artist: Meredith Brooks
Composer(s): Meredith Brooks, Kevin Dukes

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Lyric:
Woke up this morning with my head so heavy
Thought about leavin' on the next train comin'
Sometimes it gets so easy runnin' from town to town
But changin' beds won't change this feelin'
That I'm gonna drown

Too many hearts are broken, we never ask why
Too many sunsets just passin' us by
Come over here now, don't be shy
Do you wanna be happy or you wanna be right

It don't get much better than this
There's nowhere left to run to
No use worryin' 'bout what you missed
'Cause here it is baby
It don't get better than this

We talk and talk and never know what it means
It really doesn't matter 'cause nothing's ever what it seems
All I ever wanted is here with you
But sometimes baby I get wrapped up and confused

Who let's go on down to the edge of the sand
Take some time, take my hand
So much here we don't understand
So kiss me like the world's gonna end

It don't get much better than this
There's nowhere left to run to
No use worryin' 'bout what you missed
'Cause here it is baby
It don't get better than this
Oh, better than this

Come on, come on take my hand

Yeah, it don't get much better than this
There's nowhere left to run to
Ah, no use worryin' 'bout what you missed
Here it is baby
It don't get better than this
(Here it is baby)

Better than this
Here it is, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, here it is, baby
Don't get better than this
Oh, oh, here it is, yeah
No use worryin'

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It Is You - Lyrics - Newsboys

Title: It Is You
Artist: Newsboys
Composer(s): Peter Furler

Lyric:
As we lift up our hands will you meet us here?
As we call on Your name will you meet us here?
We have come to this place to worship You
God of mercy and grace

It is You we adore
It is You, praises are for
Only You, the Heavens declare
It is You
It is You

An' Holy, Holy is our God Almighty
An' Holy, Holy is His name alone, yea
An' Holy, Holy is our God Almighty
An' Holy, Holy is His name alone
It is You we adore
It is You, only You

As we lift up our hands will You meet us here?
As we call on Your name will You meet us here?
We have come to this place to worship You
God of mercy and grace

It is You we adore
It is You, praises are for
Only You, the Heaven's declare
It is You
It is You

An' Holy, Holy is our God Almighty
An' Holy, Holy is His name alone, yea
An' Holy, Holy is our God Almighty
An' Holy, Holy is His name alone

As we lift up our hands, as we call on Your name
Will You visit this place by Your mercy and grace?
As we lift up our hands, as we call on Your name
Will You visit this place by Your mercy and grace?

It is You we adore
It is you
It is you

An' Holy, Holy is our God Almighty
An' Holy, Holy is His name alone
An' Holy, Holy is our God Almighty
An' Holy, Holy is His name alone, yea

An' Holy, Holy is our God Almighty
An' Holy, Holy is His name alone
It is you we adore
It is you, only you

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Round Here - Lyrics - T.I.

Title: Round Here
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): Malik Cox, Maurice Young, Justin Smith

Lyric:
Uh yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Know what it sound like
(It's the Roc nigga)
Heard
(Uh-huh, uh)
Don't be scared now niggaz
(Round here, round here)
We know you scared now
Marcy House
(Let's go, just blaze)

I let you know, how I do it round here
And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg Glock two around here
What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool around here
My niggaz act a fool around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's, whatever
We down, we real, we bang forever
Put in game down here, make change down here
'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah

And I done made my way, round here
And them hoes know, I twist them like haze round here
Been made down here, blow hay round here
Ask around, them niggaz know I lay down here
Down here, yeah, and I done aired down there
But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead round here
Round here, and I'm still in my Nike Air's
Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm livin' wit no fears

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

It's hot as hell, but it snows down here
You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down here
This is the season for the zoe's round here
If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low down here
From nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and served
For talkin' too much, be for certain, them niggaz workin'
You can buy it, from the cops down here
You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, snitchin' round here
That's why every summer, bitches be missin' round here

I roll wit straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers
And if they ridin' wit me, best believe them my niggaz
As for you bitches, forget about it
See the head was tremendous, but this dick is strickly business
I'll be thuggin' forever, see I'ma fighter, not a lover
I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded, motherfucka
But the hoes, they don't care down here
They be suckin' and fuckin' all year down here
They be heavy on the pill, down here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' meal down here

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round here
It get hotter then the body, get the wrong idea
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on round here
Young killers tote pistols, like they grown down here
Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, round here
A pocket full of stones, would get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song round here

Hey, it ain't safe for the faker walkin' home round here
Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't know round here
You say the wrong thang, will get ya back blown round here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round here
Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya rims down here
24's make them dubs, look like 10 down here
I'm where it is, and the biz is for us rappers round here
Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that matters down here

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we 'ridin clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

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Round Here - Lyrics - M.A.D.E. - Memphis Bleek

Title: Round Here
Album: M.A.D.E.
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Malik Cox, Maurice Young, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
Uh yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Know what it sound like
(It's the Roc nigga)
Heard
(Uh-huh, uh)
Don't be scared now niggaz
(Round here, round here)
We know you scared now
Marcy House
(Let's go, just blaze)

I let you know, how I do it round here
And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg Glock two around here
What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool around here
My niggaz act a fool around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's, whatever
We down, we real, we bang forever
Put in game down here, make change down here
'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah

And I done made my way, round here
And them hoes know, I twist them like haze round here
Been made down here, blow hay round here
Ask around, them niggaz know I lay down here
Down here, yeah, and I done aired down there
But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead round here
Round here, and I'm still in my Nike Air's
Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm livin' wit no fears

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

It's hot as hell, but it snows down here
You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down here
This is the season for the zoe's round here
If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low down here
From nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and served
For talkin' too much, be for certain, them niggaz workin'
You can buy it, from the cops down here
You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, snitchin' round here
That's why every summer, bitches be missin' round here

I roll wit straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers
And if they ridin' wit me, best believe them my niggaz
As for you bitches, forget about it
See the head was tremendous, but this dick is strickly business
I'll be thuggin' forever, see I'ma fighter, not a lover
I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded, motherfucka
But the hoes, they don't care down here
They be suckin' and fuckin' all year down here
They be heavy on the pill, down here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' meal down here

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round here
It get hotter then the body, get the wrong idea
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on round here
Young killers tote pistols, like they grown down here
Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, round here
A pocket full of stones, would get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song round here

Hey, it ain't safe for the faker walkin' home round here
Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't know round here
You say the wrong thang, will get ya back blown round here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round here
Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya rims down here
24's make them dubs, look like 10 down here
I'm where it is, and the biz is for us rappers round here
Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that matters down here

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we 'ridin clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

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Bay Area - Lyrics - Phinally Phamous - Lil Wyte

Title: Bay Area
Album: Phinally Phamous
Artist: Lil Wyte
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Patrick Dhane Lanshaw

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Lyric:
Bay area, it is da hood of da brave
Bay area, none of my boys are afraid
Bay area, we got dat work down here
Bay area, we let it go fo da low round here

Bay area, it is da hood of da brave
Bay area, none of my boys are afraid
Bay area, we got dat work down here
Bay area, we let it go fo da low 'round here

Flickin' through da bay bumpin' Marvin gay sunny days
I gots to get payed 20 K, oh and by the way
The bar shifted of me and Fraiser bizzle
That's fo shizzle all da other perpatraders
Better be packin' they pistols, 'cuz I got pencils for pussies
Packin' some big utin'les off the hizzle
I'll put this thrizzle right between both yo wizzle
This is Lil Whizzie, I'm not playin'

I can leave it so greasy bitch ya heard me dirty South represented
To bess believe me like it I got to push it and shove it either way you go
I'm hot as an oven, humpin' and bumpin' and on, on it's the dro
The HCP family gonna represent until I die of daze satisfaction
This happens to be always on my phase Fraiser bou and V my fans
And all my faculty is half of the reason W Y T E
Won't let me rest in peace couldn't of done it wit out Billy
Many aren't wit my ass get yo ass slapped silly
When you fuck up in da bay

Bay area, it is da hood of da brave
Bay area, none of my boys are afraid
Bay area, we got dat work down here
Bay area, we let it go fo da low round here

Bay area, it is da hood of da brave
Bay area, none of my boys are afraid
Bay area, we got dat work down here
Bay area, we let it go fo da low round here

I'm steppin' about the household sit yo ass back runnin' down town
In a black Cadillac, Jack are still smokin', gimme some
Bro even though you broke I'm go take yo weed
And yo crack jack this is the conversation 'bout life
In da needy nation really I don't give a fuck about shit
If it ain't payuh chasin', I'm about my and that's why

Prize is about take this sober good thing
This doser came from Cordova 'cuz I can't be sober
Don't really stop da hood it what I have become to be but later on
I be damned if I don't put this on G O B I ride deez streets

I smoke this weed and one day I'ma stop and see
That this is the life I always wanted da man
To let come out of me da B A Y my stopin' ground
And round here we got dro by pound but half of deez
Motha fuckers round here broka than homie the clown
Witch means you have to take yo klan to another location

Bring some out of towners to catch yo slack
So if you ain't made it I tell you dis will get crazy
Rest the day, go by so watch it the bay O 5 round here
And they ain't ya do to stop it

Bay area, it is da hood of da brave
Bay area, none of my boys are afraid
Bay area, we got dat work down here
Bay area, we let it go fo da low round here

Bay area, it is da hood of da brave
Bay area, none of my boys are afraid
Bay area, we got dat work down here
Bay area, we let it go fo da low round here

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At The End Of The Day - Lyrics - Spocks Beard

Title: At The End Of The Day
Artist: Spocks Beard
Composer(s): Neal R Morse

Lyric:
Earth, dancing 'round the fire
Come, meet the western sky
Life, walking on a wire
Reach to know the reason why

At the end of the day
You'll be lying in a suit of gray
At the end of the day
You'll be fine

They won't do you any favors
('Till the slate is clean)
You, you walk a lonely line
Slide with punks and drunks and saviors
(In the big machine)
Down, you meet the rest of life

At the end of the day
It's what you do, not what you say
At the end of the day
You'll be fine

At the end of the day
It doesn't matter anyway
At the end of the day
You'll be fine, you'll be fine

Great wheel is broken, you've got no fortune left
Out of the sunlight, out of the great un-dead
And you can't even sleep at night
And you literally curse each day
You could give or give back your life anyway

Concrete and jungle
They've stretched and hung you out
You can't turn the clock back

It's too late to turn back now
And you can't even hold your own
And you feel like you're all alone
And you never feel like you're home anywhere

At the end of the day
There won't be anymore
(So, turn the world around)

At the end of the day
We'll know what this was for
(As the sun keeps comin' down)

At the end of the day
You won't feel any pain
(As the sky begins to fall)

At the end of the day
You'll be feeling right as rain
(As the veil reveals it all)

Lightning calls you, it's time to go
Something keeps telling you
But you don't want to know

Feel your heart like a window open slow
Say goodbye to the world that you know
At the end of the road

It begins, it believes and it sees for all time
She's coming down my way
It is here, as it breathes and it sees for the blind
She's holding me finally

You've been schooled
Had aggression in large amounts
Just be truthful
It's everything that counts

There is no hand waiting that must be paid
We will leave our encores all un-played
At the end of the day

It begins, it believes and it sees for all time
She's coming down my way
It is here, as it breathes and it sees for the blind
She's holding me finally

It begins, it believes and it blows me away
It is here, as it breathes at the end of the day
She's coming down my way

It begins, as it ends and it won't be unkind
She's coming down my way
It is here, as it breathes and it eases my mind
Here it is finally

It begins, as it ends and it blows me away
It is here, as it lives at the end of the day
Here it is finally

Earth, dancing 'round the fire
Come, breathe the breath of life
Life walking on a wire
Just let it all in tonight

At the end of the day
It's what you do, not what you say
At the end of the day
You've got time

At the end of the day
You'll be dreaming as you fly away
At the end of the day
You'll be fine, you'll be fine

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Blood Is Thicker Than Water - Lyrics - El Mariel - Pitbull

Title: Blood Is Thicker Than Water
Album: El Mariel
Artist: Pitbull
Composer(s): Armando Perez, James Pierre, Michael Cipriamo

Lyric:
I know y'all listen to my music
But what I'ma do now is I'm tryin' and describe my life to y'all

Sometimes I fell like I'm loosing it
My life is upside down
A gift and a curse that's my life now

There is no looking or turning back
I used to watch, watch turn to, turn to
That's what made me turn to rap

I feel like Keanu Reeves in the movie 'Devils Advocate'
Confused but blessed with extravagance
I thank God for all the opportunities
Given an opportunity, dem boys would put two in me

We live in the land of the free, hustlers and thieves
I made money, now I got uncle Sam hustling me
For a quarter of what I make
Hand a quarter sentence to a fake and watch them turn state

Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Until the Fed's step in that's just the way it is
Most of these fools are characters
Men with no character, welcome to America

Where we fight for freedom
If it ain't about oil than we don't need them, ain't that the truth?
Pitbull, I'm just tell y'all the way I fell
Thank God that God made me to keep it real

Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till the Fed's step in that's just the way it is
Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till that fame step in that's just the way it is

Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till the Fed's step in that's just the way it is
Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till that money step in that's just the way it is

Yo, after the turf war, the smoke clears
All these years around these busta
I'm convinced there ain't no hope here
In the past four years of my lifetime
I witness leaders sacrifice freedom just to get this pipeline

Guess, I'm chosen at the right time, mama stress
Facing the table and she's snorting up white lines
Blood is thicker than water in a few cases
Your daughter can have touched for the money that in dem suit case

Tighten my shoelaces, the fugitive's running
In fear of a criminal past 'cause dem folks is coming
I've been wrongfully judged, being from this environment
The city gangs planning retirement, I'm a dead nigga

Voicing my set 'cause I spray quick
Took some of the same steps through little Haiti as these main ***
Hitman, Big Dogg and SheHound
Y'all predict it back then, *** I see it know

Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till dem Fed's step in that's just the way it is
Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till that fame step in that's just the way it is

Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till dem Fed's step in that's just the way it is
Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till that money step in that's just the way it is

I escape poverty, I don't own jewelry
Mother*** I own property
You can send dem Tsunamis that hit Indonesia
B-b-but ain't no mother, mother thing stopping me

Like good, good I'm a good swimmer
God knows I done lost but ***dam I'm a good winner
It feels great to make something out of nothing, yeah
I'm humble but I tell y'all to *** a Chico's buttons

And watch how them thing get to dumping
Real-estate New York game now you saying something
I only talk about what I know about
Illegal turn legal this year that's what I'm all about

I'm from the South and I ain't gonna lie
Fist time I preach ye, till God struck me with pride
I was confused now I'm like let's ride
305 till I die, 305 till I die

Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till dem Fed's step in that's just the way it is
Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till that fame step in that's just the way it is

Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till dem Fed's step in that's just the way it is
Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till that money step in that's just the way it is

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What It Is - Lyrics - Genesis - Busta Rhymes

Title: What It Is
Album: Genesis
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yeah, Flipmode, Violator, Neptunes, nigga
What you want nigga? Yeah, what you want bitches?
Keep it goinl, c'mon keep it goin', c'mon
Keep it goin, c'mon, c'mon, yeah yeah

C'mon, who be the father to this?
Bounce right here, niggas be followin' this
Modelin' bitches be frontin' and be swallowin' this
Carry on and yellin', screamin', be hollerin' this

Flipmode co-signed to be the sponsor for this
What? To conquer this you need to march on for this
What? Bitches just shake it and wiggle
And start to bake and just giggle

And then get naked a little and shit
Sweat drippin' off they face and they nipple and shit
Niggas wildin' 'til they be all tired and crippled and shit
Yeah, you buggin' on how we be doin' it to ya

Hit y'all niggas with shit just like bullets was travelin' through ya
Now, from right to left with a capital F, so we gon' keep this shit
Hot to death and we stoppin' your breath, drinkin'
And buggin' and fuckin' with them hoes again but it's nothin'
'Cuz y'all niggas know we 'bout to blow again

Busta, what it is right now, Busta, what it is right now
(Yeah)
Busta, what it is right now, Busta, what it is right now
(Yeah, what you want?)

Busta, what it is right now, Busta, what it is right now
(Yeah yeah, whatchu)
Busta, what it is right now, Busta, what it is right now
(What you want now? Flipmode, c'mon, c'mon)

Let me show you what it is right now
Let me step up and handle my biz right now
Niggas don't even know what it is right now
Got 'em mad as if I was bonin' they wiz right now

So let me dig right now all in your ass way
She bouncin' got my bubbly startin' to fizz right now
Aiyyo, fuck it shit is feeling kinda big right now
Got 'em ready to split a couple of wigs doin' tricks wit her ass

Shoulda seen what shorty did right now
Got me stuck on just takin' her back to my crib right now
C'mon, the way shorty throwin' that ass all over the place
Why shorty, dizzy tryin' to throw it all up in my face

So what you got right now
'Cuz we comin' to blow the whole entire spot right now
Nigga we hot right now, all you other niggas move your shit over
Because we comin' take your slot right now

Busta, what it is right now, Busta, what it is right now
(Yeah)
Busta, what it is right now, Busta, what it is right now
(Yeah, what you want?)

Busta, what it is right now, Busta, what it is right now
(Yeah yeah, whatchu)
Busta, what it is right now, Busta, what it is right now
(What you want now? Flipmode, c'mon, c'mon)

This be the beat to rock for the street
More hot shit we givin' you more heat
Feelin' that bounce, bangin' the concrete
Bangin' in the club and bangin' it in your jeep

Flipmode Squad, two thousand and one
Wave your hands and rep where you from
We keepin' it street 'cuz that's how we live
It's what it is baby, it's what it is baby

C'mon, see what it is is that we smokin' got you open my nigga
Rippin' 'til the very last word is spoken my nigga
Think we jokin we be makin niggas soakin' they clothes
While niggas is runnin' and wildin', busy scopin' these hoes

Bitches is runnin' and wildin', scopin' niggas wit dough
While we keepin' niggas chokin' like we smokin' the 'dro
See what it is is that we create a ruckus
'Cuz that's what we love to do muh'fuckas, c'mon

Busta, what it is right now, Busta, what it is right now
(Yeah)
Busta, what it is right now, Busta, what it is right now
(Yeah, what you want?)

Busta, what it is right now, Busta, what it is right now
(Yeah yeah, whatchu)
Busta, what it is right now, Busta, what it is right now
(What you want now? Flipmode, c'mon, c'mon)

Flipmode nigga, c'mon, Violator muh'fucka, c'mon
We got Kelis muh'fucka, c'mon, Neptunes muh'fucka
C'mon, yeah, Bus-A-Bus muh'fucka, c'mon
Yeah, everybody in the spot, c'mon, yeah

What it is right now, c'mon
Bus'll tell ya what it is right now, c'mon
Bus'll tell ya what it is right now, c'mon
2001 hot shit, c'mon, hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, c'mon

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40 - It Is What It Is - Lyrics - Tha Hall of Game - E

Title: 40 - It Is What It Is
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E
Composer(s): Earl Thomas Stevens, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
It is what it is
It is what it is

You try compromisin', nope, they don't wanna talk
And they got them nuts that's off that Acapulco powdered chalk
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched
Well, where he stay at then, he stay by such and such

Well, since we got altercations with these so called knuckleheads
We gon' play for dooms and I assume
We get radar on fool in dem livin' rooms
Bet, motherfucker ain't fin' ta be runnin' around here drippin' sweat

Havin' hot flashes and shit
Over these fulla bitch-made and a half-ass dicks
You ripped? Let's take it to 'em sick
Hit all they spots at once, pour it on 'em thick

Who got the suey chops? They in my folks garage
Well where he at? He at the Travel Lodge, beep that nigga
Tell him to get here right now quick now it's gon' be some shit
Tell him to bring enough ammunition to blow up a ship

Bullshit ain't nothin' this here been goin' on just a little bit too long
Plus I got a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein' 'em get grown
Get straight to the root of the problem
Get rid of the source that's what what, get rid of the big cheese

And the majority of these niggaz gon' back the fuck up
Somebody gon' mind somethin', time to validate my respection
Hit the corner dumpin', in the big-ass [unverified] station wagon
Catch them bitch-ass, that's what I told my driver man

While I was tryin' to get him to get in a position so that I could open fire
Fuck a ski mask, unpolished fish grease
Let the fully blast
May he rest in piss Miss smash up outta there

I brought them boys, but I shoulda brought it like a concert
Fool's still alive, John Murell [unverified] Trauma Center, Concord
Shoulda doused him, shouldn'ta never found him
Shoulda handled biz, but for now, it is what it is

It is what it is
It is what it is
It is what it is

Aight, ay dude, this all I wanna know
What's wrong with this sad to be glad-ass niggas?
Don't they know that fools is laced with assassin skills?
Kill at will, gonna put your hat on the rack for a cool mill?

(Aww, it's gon' get done)
But now the heat has been spared
How we gon' get him out of intensive care
And put him under the wing of a pall-bear?

One of my potnahs got a plug on some silencers, he knows some agents
He used dem [unverified] [unverified] shot on several different occasions
What that mean his family gon' boo-hoo when I smash that card
Better stay on a nigga brain give a fuck about a die-hard

I know this one botch with a big-ass crotch by the name of Connie
She works in ICU and she dates this nigga named Mitchski Ronnie
Have nab him at the hospital, that'll work
Paid a nurse to pull the plug on the life support

Risky business but it's organized class and the shit sound sharp
But if we fuck around and make it look too obvious
The broad might her lose her job
Tough luck that shit no better than fuckin' for me now

I gots no toilet paper feelings for her anyhow
The shit is crampin' my livin' style, floatin' from telly to telly
Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by federal
I'm guessin' fool musta passed away, tragic losses

On the wall they got my picture at the post office
After travellin' bouncin' back and forth to different states
They finally caught me up in Kansas City
At a barbecue spot called Gates

Do the crime do the time, it ain't for no bitch
And as long as a nigga twerkin' in the kitchen, he ain't trippin'
I'll be up in that bitch makin' spreads, drinkin' Pruno
Cocoa and coffee Cadillacs, jumpin' jacks

Takin' flicks, shootin' kites, makin' wishes
Fuck around and get mad on the strength of conjugal visits
Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee [unverified]
Keep my shank close by me when I'm sleepy

Shouldn'ta caught me, shouldn'ta never found me
Shoulda handled biz, but it's too late, it is what it is

It is what it is
It is what it is
It is what it is

Oh, ohh I see
It is what it was, and what it was is just what's been taught
Handle biz when it's to be done, and I mean rip you dig?
'Cause ain't no sense in savin' leftovers
That's yesterday's thing, roll with the right now
And everything gon' be is, what it is

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