Highway Robbery - Lyrics - Tanya Tucker

Title: Highway Robbery
Artist: Tanya Tucker
Composer(s): Michael Garvin, Tom C. Shapiro, Bucky E. Jones

Lyric:
Okay Officer
I admit it, I was speedin'
But before you write me up
Let me tell you the reason

I wasn't tryin' to out run you
I was chasin' a guy who outta the blue
He committed a crime
Back about a mile or two, oh yeah

I was crusin' along
When he pulled up outta no where
He was hotter than the [Incomprehensible] he drove
And just one lane over

He aimed those angel eyes at me
He smiled like we were meant to be
For he stole my heart
From a moving car

It was highway robbery
He grabbed my heart and took off on the run
It was highway robbery
He oughta do time in my arms for what he's done

So, hey Officer
How 'bout you understandin'
Won't you turn your blue light on
And help me catch that bandit

He's got somethin' that belongs to T
I can't let him get away scott free
For it's only right
That he's mine tonight

It was highway robbery
He grabbed my heart and took off on the run
It was highway robbery
He oughta do time in my arms for what he's done

It was highway robbery
Well, he grabbed my heart and took off on the run
It was highway robbery
He oughta do time in my arms for what he's done
He oughta do time in my arms for what he's done, oh yeah

Hey Officer, let's talk 'bout this now
By the time you let me go
That boy'll be all the way in Texas
Sure is good lookin'
By the way, what color are your eyes?

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Highway Robbery - Lyrics - The Genius Gza

Title: Highway Robbery
Artist: The Genius Gza
Composer(s): S Ansari, Gary Grice

Lyric:
An MC stepped to me, lying about one
Kid that rolled with him, who died in the outcome
Thinking he could get with me, gain victory
When the season's all on his beef was hickory

The situation at hand still remained critical
The check analytical, reaction was pitiful
He pushed his pawn up, yo, that's a wrong move
A hog move, some rap cat on dog food

Microphone competition, we devour
You pull plugs but take no source of power
'Cause then in MCing, the contours of the land
Intricate architects, that's linked to a plan

The W U hyphen T A N G
My rap flow automatic and never empty
Don't tempt me, quick to bust off another
Flee in that direction, you could get it from my brother

At least then you know that you up against G O D
So when we throw those grenades you better be
Ready, not iced out and petty
Neckful couldn't match one oil drop from Getty

That's ran by the icon who just left Exxon
And spilled oil so he could cash checks on
The strength cause local niggas be hating
But the sound still travels from state to state and

No dress code, boot, hats and all metal
Strictly hip hop, underground and all ghetto
So catch it, throw it on your plate and scratch it
Mix that shit, y'all niggas can't do shit

Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas, we run New York City
We come fi takeover the industry
'Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we

Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas, we run New York City
We come fi takeover the industry
'Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we

How come so much rap shit sound so similar?
Is it confusing for you to remember the
Originator, paint sprayer, crafts innovators
Quick close ups of the artform's life savors?

From tapes to decks, beats with raps, streets with gats
Speaking of tracks, I've ran plenty laps
The crates were packed, Farms were Phat
Thieves would chat to stab my back, detect many traps

Hazardous enterprise, the youths energized
Not seeing the truth till it's in your eyes
Burning, you learning to power your rhyme
Exert maximum damage in minimum time

Road L's are lit, my spears start to hit
Strange translation of words of wit
Through the cable transmit' and once the shoe fit
Unlock the secret of prophecies and that's it

Stay submerged deep as we cruise the seas
Beneath the surface just like Adidas and Lee's
Or a croke head that used to walked the length
From Brooklyn to get a beat on 43rd and 10th

And that's just a short trip to flip without a whip
Tried to shop this most extravagant gift
To a cat who wasn't hemped and never opened doors
Till he accidentally seen it on the shelves of stores

That's more frightening than strikes of lightning
Tearing up the storm in your average college dorm
So think about it when you trying to flow
When you wanna step to us I think you should know

Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas, we run New York City
We come fi takeover the industry
'Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we

Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas, we run New York City
We come fi takeover the industry
'Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we

Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas, we run New York City
We come fi takeover the industry
'Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we

Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas, we run New York City
We come fi takeover the industry
'Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we

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Highway Robbery - Lyrics - Dillinger Escape Plan

Title: Highway Robbery
Artist: Dillinger Escape Plan
Composer(s): Greg Puciato, Benjamin A Weinman

Lyric:
You'd never imagine
Us bringing a loaded gun
To the ballroom
This party's about to kick off

Tonight is the wrong night
The devil's own are
Only starting up the first round of the fight
So hang on tight

Dear mother, the needle
Is jabbing the womb
Draw back and release
This child of disease

This mob is a riot
The outlaw youth are
Only emptying the first round of the night
'Cause everything's not alright

I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
Wool over our eyes
Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands to mouth
Wearing your disguise

It's pretty apparent
This boy is a curse
The Christ of the moment
So blow him away

Hey come on and take the new number
If you're next in line
Then kid I got a really big fucking surprise
There won't be a next time

I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
Wool over our eyes
Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands to mouth
Wearing your disguise

I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
Wool over our eyes
Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands to mouth
Wearing your disguise

I suppose you thought you
I suppose you thought you
I suppose you thought you
Pulled the wool over our eyes

I suppose you thought you
I suppose you thought you
I suppose you thought you
Pulled the wool over our eyes

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Never Thought - Lyrics - R.U.L.E. - Ja Rule

Title: Never Thought
Album: R.U.L.E.
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Kendred T Smith, Jeffrey B Atkins, Irving Domingo Lorenzo

Lyric:
(I never thought)
That you would fall in love with this side of me first
(That I'd be)
Intrigued with the thought of the gift and the curse
(Without ya)
And now your heart broke and it's makin' it worse
(Why me?)
Why me?

(I never thought)
That you would be involved with a nigga like I
(That I'd be)
Scared to look passion right in its eyes
(Without ya)
And when you found love it was nothin' but lies
(Why me? Why me?)

What the fuck is ya hobby mami highway robbery
'Cuz you got enough jewelry on ya body to buy a Ferrari
I'm like Ruben I'm sorry but I don't studder
Matter fact call me Frank Love 'cuz I'd love to fuck ya

She said slow baby don't rush
I promise if you be patient I'll let you tear it up
And nigga sho nuff
We decided to keep in touch with each other, you feel me?
I didn't know we'd be touchin'

I'm serious, and I'm so sincere
My object is to stay in the clear
'Cuz we find fuck and flee these broads 'round here
I done made so many women shed so many tears

Sittin' home all alone gettin' drunk off of shots of Patron
Decided to call let her feelings be known
In a slurred tone, she said I always get what I want
And what I want is you, but I don't get it 'cuz

(I never thought)
That you would fall in love with this side of me first
(That I'd be)
Intrigued with the thought of the gift and the curse
(Without ya)
And now your heart broke and it's makin' it worse
(Why me?)
Why me?

(I never thought)
That you would be involved with a nigga like I
(That I'd be)
Scared to look passion right in it's eyes
(Without ya)
And when you found love it was nothin' but lies
(Why me? Why me?)
Why, who would've thought?

Girl our, situation is gettin' a little out of my hands
You callin' me constant tellin' bitches that I'm ya man
I thought we was just friends, conversatin'
Gettin' to know one another on a friendly basis

Let's face it, we from two different worlds that don't collide
But when they do the crash is more like a biz-omb
Your favorite seasons Bigati and mines is summer
You use credit I rubber band wrap my hundreds

What we got in common is minimal right next to nothin'
And I think that's what's subliminally keepin' you comin'
Back to the one you been fuckin' but never thought you'd be fuckin'
How often do you think about the awkwardness of it?

I know you love it to say the least
And I ain't just sayin' that contrary to some beliefs opposites attract
And my track record is somethin' to be expected
Money cash hoes you know how it goes

(I never thought)
That you would fall in love with this side of me first
(That I'd be)
Intrigued with the thought of the gift and the curse
(Without ya)
And now your heart broke and it's makin' it worse
(Why me?)
Why me?

(I never thought)
That you would be involved with a nigga like I
(That I'd be)
Scared to look passion right in it's eyes
(Without ya)
And when you found love it was nothin' but lies
(Why me? Why me?)

Who would have thought that somethin' so simple
Would turn out to be detriminal
Now I'm feelin' like I'm caught in the middle
Of this love triangle between she, me and reality

Reality is tellin' us that we could never be
'Cuz I come from the streets and you come from a rich family
But I don't think that your family would understand me
It's just them little things you overlook when you around me

Drugs guns bitches and needless to say
You're a pimp in your own way, baby
You're makin' it hard for me to look in your eyes
And tell you to move on, I'm gone, I'm gone

But then I'm back again
Money and good pussy's a fatal attraction for men
She hits me every night quarter past ten
And with every call her voice got a little more intense
Now we involved and it really don't make no sense
So be careful what you ask for you just might get it biatch!

(I never thought)
That you would fall in love with this side of me first
(That I'd be)
Intrigued with the thought of the gift and the curse
(Without ya)
And now your heart broke and it's makin' it worse
(Why me? Why me?)
Why me?

(I never thought)
That you would be involved with a nigga like I
(That I'd be)
Scared to look passion right in its eyes
(Without ya)
And when you found love it was nothin' but lies
(Why me? Why me?)
Why, who would've thought?
(I never thought)
(I never thought)

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The Couch - Lyrics - Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie - Alanis Morissette

Title: The Couch
Album: Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie
Artist: Alanis Morissette
Composer(s): Glen Ballard, Alanis Morissette

Lyric:
You hadn't seen your father in such a long time
He died in the arms of his lover how dare he
Your mother never left the house
She never married anyone else you took it upon yourself to console her

You reminded her so much of your father
So you were banished and you wonder why you're so hypersensitive
And why you can't trust anyone but us but then how can I begin
To forgive her so many years under bridges with dirty water
She was foolish and selfish and cowardly if you ask me

I don't know where to begin in all of my 50 odd years
I have been silently suffering and adapting perpetuating and enduring
Who are you younger generation to tell me
That I have unresolved problems not many examples of fruits
Of this type of excruciating labor

How can you just throw words around like grieve and heal and mourn
I feel fine we may not have been born as awake as you were
It was much harder in those days we had paper routes uphill both ways
We went from school to a job to a wife to instant parenthood

I walked into his office I felt so self-conscious on the couch
He was sitting down across from me he was writing down
His hypothesis I don't know I've got a loving supportive wife
Who doesn't know how involved she should get
You say his interjecting was him just calling me on my shit?

Just the other day my sweet daughter I was driving past 203
I walked up the stairs in my mind's eye
I remember how they would creak loudly
She was only responsive with a drink he was only responsive by photo
I was only trying to be the best big brother I could

I've walked sometimes confused sometimes ready to crack open wide
Sometimes indignant sometimes raw can you imagine
I pay him 75 dollars an hour sometimes it feels like highway robbery
And sometimes it's peanuts I wish it could last a couple more hours

So here we both are battling similar demons not coincidentally
You seen getting beyond knowing it solely intellectually
You're not relinquishing your majesty
You are wise you are warm you are courageous you are big
And I love you more now than I ever have in my whole life

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Wanted: Dead Or Alive - Lyrics - Kool G. Rap &Amp; Dj Polo

Title: Wanted: Dead Or Alive
Artist: Kool G. Rap &Amp; Dj Polo
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, Nathaniel Thomas Wilson

Lyric:
Calling all units, be on the lookout for a Nissan sedan
License plates reads, "K O O L G R A P"
Be alert, suspect is armed and extremely dangerous
And also, he's wanted dead or alive
Find him

I'm wanted dead or alive
I stalk the New York sidewalk
All the girls hawk, but I don't stop to talk
I keep stepping with a nine on my waistline

Got 16 shots and I don't waste mine
Never fess 'cause I'm dressed with a bulletproof vest
Try to test, I leave a bloody-ass mess

Driving a Saab that connects with the mob
Bank job, plenty niggers I rob
Blood stains are on my Ballys
A sucker got rowdy, so I shot him in an alley

Pumped his face full of dum-dums
Then left him for the cast of rats and the bums
Yo, a lot of suckers hate me with a passion
'Cause they know I can catch them one night and I ain't flashing

I got a crazy, big posse or should I say a crew?
Of niggers that belong in the zoo
Watch you spit up, blood when you get hit up
One in the head, making sure you don't get up

This is what happens and nobody can't stop it
Crack heads searching a dead man's pockets
Streets are filled with brothers that kill like Ill ville
They murdered before and they still will

Posse's roar in a drug war
'Cause some believe in death before poor
Shooting galleries for a rich man's salary
Pockets so fat they need dough or low calories

I got an order for another manslaughter
Wear the musty badge like his ass fell in water
I had to run up in the kid's crib
For something he did, I didn't dig the little pig

Anyway I didn't have it
In fact now the little fagot is crawling with maggots
Try to bother the neighborhood godfather
And I'll burn your ass up like lava

Took alive the suckers that tried to get live
I never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive

Unit One, 10-13, suspects in pursuit
Between 7th and Broadway
This is Unit Two, we're closing in
Proceed with caution

Here's the plan, Shannon, you bring the van
Everybody's wearing gloves on their hand
Strictly army suits and long black Timberland boots
I want us all to roll like troops

See now we get the roll on them
'Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them
I want him bagged them too
Cause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew

Shoot a sucker at point-blank range
If he seems like he's acting strange
Dump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels
And we can even take niggers' jewels

Shoot to kill and don't leave no witness
Survivors try to get live and get with this
Snatch up the top man and start slapping him
And put a cap in him and then start wrapping him

Up and pass no time to shiver
Stop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the river
Next stop, blow away that pain-in-the-ass cop
The one that keeps getting niggers knocked

Put an end to his shit and he ain't about making collars
The crooked-ass rookie wants dollars
My man Ron's on the rooftop, waiting to snipe
Two bullets went right through his windpipe

Cold blooded, shot down taking his very last breath
Left to bleed to death
Skip the jive, suckers that try to get live
Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive

Unit One, officer down, in need of paramedic
Unit Three, requesting back-up
I repeat, officer requesting back-up
Yo this is Unit Two

Yo I'm in pursuit of him right now
I got him, I got him, I got him
But when you see him, he won't be alive
'Cause I'm gonna get him

I'm wanted dead or alive
So you better go and pin up posters
Souls are burning like bread in the toaster
You stand in a trance with your pants full of manure
Flesh and blood clogs up the street sewers

Ready to kill some one else and
'Cause I'm wanted dead or alive like Baby Face Nelson
Kick butts, a lot of heart, a lot of guts
And I'm quick to kick a nigger in his nuts

Armed robbery, homicide, third degree murder
Plus shit you never heard of
Come in my face with the he say, she say
And I'mma kick you up your ass like Pelé

One night some kids went for broke
And you can almost choke from the gun smoke
Somebody got robbed and got fed up
So he set up the block to get wet up

One kid got caught down a dead-end street
Gunned him down from his head to his feet
One brother got smoked in a car chase
Through the windshield, a bullet in the face

Left his head wide open like a basket
Went to his funeral, shot up his casket
This is the type of shit on the street I survive
Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive

Latest bulletin, suspect seen approaching West Side Highway
I repeat, all units cease pursuit, cease pursuit
Roadblock is now being set up
Over and out

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Let The Ho'S Go - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature

Title: Let The Ho'S Go
Album: Naughty By Nature
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Anthony Criss, Vinnie Brown

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Lyric:
Bass me face me task the tip of a tasty
Bitches are sweet as a pastry
You don't know me homey from a peach or a pony
I'm the only now your lyrics look lonely
Lyrically fortified born I'm immortalized
Lightin' shit up from Wranglers to raw hides
Packed with black positivity and wizardry
I'm my own body and it built for partyin'
I rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap

The Lords abroad and I represent that ass dat
Shows seniority, lays the foundation
Bolos and donuts, oh I built the nation
Keep the faith tastin', keep the touch clutched
Keep your face way away from the rough stuff
If it ain't rough it ain't rugged
Either you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded
From the intro to end I will flow
And also, yo come let the ho's go

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
(Let the ho's go)
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

Meet my friend Mac 10, sittin' backpacked and mackin'
Thirsty for action, workin' and smackin' the last of the allies
Smoke 'em up shall I or should I? I'm sure to give it a good try
No need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix
They've all been blown into dustbins
Floatin' in space, spinnin' in infinity
Part of the start is the end of any identity
Lost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin' off

East, the West, the South, break North
You'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin' a graveyard
Actin' is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard
I got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back
I rap like I'm the tops, stay real 'cos I'm all that
It's my way on a highway, forget your friends
'cos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin' a contact lens
Let the ho's go

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
(Let the ho's go)
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

You say you're hittin' hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin'
I grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten
I'm gettin' grand and greater, sucker catch ya later
He gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader
You lookin' moonstruck, fear, start to talkin' tough
Then sayin' "Sorry" like I really give a mother fuck
You're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a?

A sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya
At anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause
I got a double-barreled pump that's sayin', "Give me yours"
Then I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover
'Cos I have one for this robbery and many others
Another gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker
Droppin' you and gettin' mad if you don't say, "Thank yer"

The clip clockin' killers, and plus my county crew
I gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, no not after you
So don't try to hide or apologize
Apologies and go meet a French eyes is wise
So if you know what I mean and have a hop block
And never ever seen a day when the money stops
You gotta put up your fists, just to let me know
Ain't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go, let the ho's go

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
(Let the ho's go)
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

Competition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue
Throw a watch at me without it being fuckin hung
Give it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning
Should've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning
I let her see the white sheet hit the concrete
And see that head go off and down from a thousand feet

'Cos the brother's around me don't even play all that
They see a sheet and a cross, they say "Oh, gimme that"
Hollow wind in Ill town and don't you be a ghost
'Cos you get your broke or even worst smoked
Now this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold
But it had to have the flow to let the ho's go, let the ho's go

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
(Let the ho's go)
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

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