Hit Or Miss - Lyrics - Down By Law

Title: Hit Or Miss
Artist: Down By Law
Composer(s): Dave Smalley

Lyric:
So you want to become a hero
Stop the world, become a hero
You just can't find one anywhere
You can't find one anywhere

So you're thinking you're a victim
Stop the world, become a victim
Well, you can find one anywhere
You can find one everywhere

Life's just a hit or miss
Well, all the time, just a hit or miss
Well, sometimes you take a swing and miss
You take a swing and miss
Well, sometimes we take a swing and hit

Now you're thinking about the future
Can you tell me, where is the future?
You just can't see one anywhere
You can't see it anywhere

We need to find us a hero
Can you tell me, where are the heroes?
Hey! Who can clean up everywhere
Hey G.I. Joe, where are you now?

Life's just a hit or miss
Well, all the time, just a hit or miss
Sometimes you take a swing and miss
We take a swing and miss
Well, sometimes we take a swing and hit

Well if I could count the times
That I looked up to the sky
And asked someone to save me
To save me

Life's just a hit or miss
Well, all the time, just a hit or miss
Well, sometimes you take a swing and miss
We take a swing and miss
Well, sometimes
We take a swing and hit, yeah!

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Do It 2 Me - Lyrics - 20 Y.O. - Janet Jackson

Title: Do It 2 Me
Album: 20 Y.O.
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Brenda Gordon Russell, Jermaine Dupri, Johnta M. Austin

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Lyric:
Now can you bounce wit me, wit me, wit me?
Can you, can you, can you lean wit it, rock wit me?
Can you, can you, can you do it, do it, do it wit me?
Can you, can you, can you bounce wit me, wit me, wit me?
Come on

It ain't that often, I do get lonely
I need someone who can pull through
Not anybody when I, I need a solid
My first and only call is to you

Time after time babe, throughout my life
It's better 'cause ya never have let me down
I need ya'll all night, baby
You know 'bout make it alright

So come do your job tonight
You got me hot tonight
Watch wat'cha doing
We ain't moving till you get it right

Come on and handle this
Skip all that hit or miss
If you gon' do it take ya time
So you can do it 2 me right

I need a little slow motion now
I need you to do it 2 me, do it 2 me
Just a little bit faster now
Ooh, do it 2 me, do it 2 me

There are no boundaries
To what we'll do

Now that I've laid the foundation
You don't need my direction
Just give me that affection
You know how to serve it

Turn up the music
To drown out the screams
If you still hear me
Baby, work it out

Don't let it go, don't let it go, don't let it go
You're the bomb I'm 'bout to let it go
I need ya'll all night, baby
You know 'bout make it alright

So come do your job tonight
You got me hot tonight
Watch wat'cha doing
We ain't moving till you get it right

Come on and handle this
Skip all that hit or miss
If you gon' do it take ya time
So you can do it 2 me right

Now won't you move it in a circle now?
Come on and do it 2 me, do it 2me
A little back an' forth action now
Ooh, do it 2 me, do it 2 me

Come do your job tonight
You got me hot tonight
Watch wat'cha doing
We ain't moving till you get it right

Come on and handle this
Skip all that hit or miss
If you gon' do it take ya time
So you can do it 2 me right

Go a little bit deeper
Ooh, do it 2 me, do it 2 me
And give me everything you got now
Come on and do it 2 me, do it 2 me

With you it's whatever your pleasure is
To give me pleasure
That's why I call on you

So come do your job tonight
You got me hot tonight
Watch wat'cha doing
We ain't moving till you get it right

Come on and handle this
Skip all that hit or miss
If you gon' do it take ya time
So you can do it 2 me right

I need a little bit more
Come on and do it 2 me, do it 2 me
Ooh, take it like it's yours
Ow, do it 2 me, do it 2 me

Come do your job tonight
You got me hot tonight
Watch wat'cha doing
We ain't moving till you get it right

Come on and handle this
Skip all that hit or miss
If you gon' do it take ya time
So you can do it 2 me right

Do it 2 me
With you it's whatever your pleasure is
To give me pleasure
That's why I call on you

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Back In Business - Lyrics - I'm Breathless - Madonna

Title: Back In Business
Album: I'm Breathless
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Madonna Patrick Raymond Leonard

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Lyric:
I'm gonna show you that good guys don't always win
I'm gonna show you the brighter side of livin' in sin
So when you're six feet under, you won't wonder why
Just 'cause you got a halo, don't mean that you can fly

If you thought it was over, you're way off track
You made a blunder

And you put me back, back in business
This ain't no hit or miss, I'm gonna get my way
'Cause you put me back, back in business
You're my first witness and I'm here to stay

I'm gonna show you, good guys always finish last
Speakin' of virtue, bein' nice is a thing of the past
When I want something done, I'll say it with a gun
Just 'cause you're an angel don't mean you're havin' fun

I just wanted to thank you for what you lack
Hope they don't hang you

'Cause you put me back, back in business
This ain't no hit or miss, I'm gonna get my way
'Cause you put me back, back in business
You're my first witness and I'm here to stay

A tisket, a tasket, you've lost your yellow basket
You don't know if you want to hit me or kiss me
I just wanted to thank you for what you lack
Hope they don't hang you

'Cause you put me back, back in business
This ain't no hit or miss, I'm gonna get my way
'Cause you put me back, back in business
You're my first witness and I'm here to stay

He's back in business now, give me a hand and I'll take a bow
He's back in business now
He's comin' back in style, give me an inch and I'll take a mile
He's back and my, oh my

He's back in business now, give me a hand and I'll take a bow
He's back in business now
He's comin' back in style, give me an inch and I'll take a mile
He's back and my oh my

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That'S The Way - Lyrics - Burn - Jo Dee Messina

Title: That'S The Way
Album: Burn
Artist: Jo Dee Messina
Composer(s): Mary Lamar, Annie Roboff

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Lyric:
Everybody wants an easy ride
On the merry-go-round that we call life
Take your drive on cruise control
Then you wait to find out it's a winding road

I had my dreams in view
When the money ran out and the engine blew
Hung my tears out to dry
Then my dreams fell out of that clear blue sky

And I, I was walkin' the clouds
Feelin' so safe and sound
Then somethin' else knocks me down

Well, oh, that's the way it is
You gotta roll with the punches
That's the way it goes
You gotta bend when the wind blows

You live, you learn
You crash and burn
It's hit or miss
And that's the way it is

One fine day you wake up
Completely, hopelessly fallen in love
He's just what you're lookin' for
The only problem is that the man's not sure

Another guy will give you everything
Only problem is you don't feel a thing
Well I know from experience
Nothings ever gonna make perfect sense

Oh, one day you get what you want
But it's not what you think
Then you get what you need

Well, oh, that's the way it is
You gotta roll with the punches
That's the way it goes
You gotta bend when the wind blows

You live, you learn
You crash and burn
It's hit or miss
And that's the way it is

Yeah, they say your soul is growin'
But sometimes I feel like throwin' somethin'

And that's the way it is
You gotta roll with the punches
And that's the way it goes
You gotta bend when the wind blows

And that's the way it is
You gotta roll with the punches
That's the way it goes
You gotta bend when the wind blows

You live, you learn
You crash and burn
It's hit or miss
Oh, and that's the way it is

Oh, that's the way it is, yeah
That's the way it is
That's the way it is
You gotta roll with the punches
Oh, you gotta bend when the wind blows

Oh, that's the way it goes
That's the way it is
That's the way it goes, oh yeah
You gotta roll with the punches
That's the way it is
That's the way it is

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That'S The Way It Is - Lyrics - Jo Dee Messina

Title: That'S The Way It Is
Artist: Jo Dee Messina
Composer(s): Mary Lamar, Annie Roboff

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Lyric:
Everybody wants an easy ride
On the merry-go-round that we call life
Take your drive on cruise control
Then you wait to find out it's a winding road

I had my dreams in view
When the money ran out and the engine blew
Hung my tears out to dry
Then my dreams fell out of that clear blue sky

And I, I was walkin' the clouds
Feelin' so safe and sound
Then somethin' else knocks me down

Well, oh, that's the way it is
You gotta roll with the punches
That's the way it goes
You gotta bend when the wind blows

You live, you learn
You crash and burn
It's hit or miss
And that's the way it is

One fine day you wake up
Completely, hopelessly fallen in love
He's just what you're lookin' for
The only problem is that the man's not sure

Another guy will give you everything
Only problem is you don't feel a thing
Well I know from experience
Nothings ever gonna make perfect sense

Oh, one day you get what you want
But it's not what you think
Then you get what you need

Well, oh, that's the way it is
You gotta roll with the punches
That's the way it goes
You gotta bend when the wind blows

You live, you learn
You crash and burn
It's hit or miss
And that's the way it is

Yeah, they say your soul is growin'
But sometimes I feel like throwin' somethin'

And that's the way it is
You gotta roll with the punches
And that's the way it goes
You gotta bend when the wind blows

And that's the way it is
You gotta roll with the punches
That's the way it goes
You gotta bend when the wind blows

You live, you learn
You crash and burn
It's hit or miss
Oh, and that's the way it is

Oh, that's the way it is, yeah
That's the way it is
That's the way it is
You gotta roll with the punches
Oh, you gotta bend when the wind blows

Oh, that's the way it goes
That's the way it is
That's the way it goes, oh yeah
You gotta roll with the punches
That's the way it is
That's the way it is

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Joker'S Wild - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Joker'S Wild
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Welcome to another exciting episode of Del Ray's
Number one game show, The Joker's Wild!
Shaggy, tell us something about tonight's contestants
Hey, motherfuckers
Get ready for the killer show of this bitch
We gotta cop, we gotta judge, and we gotta redneck
So step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"

Woohoo!
Everybody smile, guess who's back on your underground dial
It's the game show host with the most
And tonight we finna have a little pig roast

Cop copper, it's been a long while
Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle
Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel
But tonight, you ain't shit, now spin the fuckin' wheel

Looks good, nice try
Now let's see just how ya gonna die?
Lucky, lucky, he landed on Carpenter Jed
He just pounds nails in your forehead

The pig got lucky that time
But let's take a look who's next down the line
Oh, the 43rd District judge
Hey pal, remember me, you threw me in jail

Take a spin or I'll snap your neck
The clicker's landed, let me check
The Jokey, hey, it ain't bad at all
We just cut your face off and slap your skull

Who's next for the games and fun?
Hillbilly Earl, come on down, run
The redneck that sicked his dog on me
Now that's gonna cost you a spin, buddy

Spin around and around it goes
Staple your lips shut, cut off your toes
Then I throw your corpse on top of the pile
Anything goes on the Joker's Wild

Tell me who killed 17 people and later ate their dead bodies?
Jeffrey Dahmer
No, the correct answer would be your mother
Shaggs?
Aww, shit, motherfuckers
Get ready for round two of this bitch
So, if you want your fucking neckbone chopped
Step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"

You like big money and prizes, don't ya
You'd probably kill for a big prize, won't ya
Ya little bitch, it's your turn to spin
Free money, now spin again

Oh goody, the unzip your drawers
I'm finna clip this chain on your balls
Raise ya upside down for the bang bada
Now we bust your head like a pinata

The audience loves that shit
Listen to 'em cheer when your forehead splits
Wait! Cut to a break, oh shit, d-damn ah
We got guts on the camera

The Joker's Wild is brought to you by, Faygo
Everybody sing!
Send your momma straight up to the store
Tell that bitch to bring home a Faygo

Welcome back to the Carnival Show
Here's your chance for the big money cash flow
Hit your buzzer, pull your lever
Joker, joker, lemon, we sever your head

Pick a door, one, two or three
It's the same behind every door, me
There's no escape, now gimme that bald head
The crowd can't help, look, they're all dead

At home they just watching your doom
We broadcast from hell to your living room
I ripped off his knuckle, wicked clown style
Anything goes on the Joker's Wild

It's time to play hit or miss
Contestant number one, open your mouth
Contestant number two, get ready
Will he hit or miss
He hit! What's next?
We got money, we got cash, we got prizes
We got blood, we got guts
We got naked dead bitches on the Joker's Wild

I got my yellow suit and my purple tie
Somebody's gonna die, oh my
It's Mr. Thompson, my next door neighbor
Always bitchin, yellin' from the kitchen window

See, he died and he went to hell though
We meet again, I got my own game show
Spin the wheel, cuz I just can't fuck around
Bonus round!

Oh shit, the end of the game
Bonus round, we goin' out with a bang
You gotta chance for money and prizes
You gotta chance at death, too

So get ready, I'm coming at'cha fast
Your chance for freedom at last
Four questions, so are you ready, Jack?
"Uh, I think so", load the gat

The cop in here?
Eats butt
Yes, the square root of two?
Uhh
Correct, nutsacs don't belong in?
Butt cracks
Right
Richboys eat?
Caviar
No, the correct answer's, bullets
Oh geez, this is Bink Chipperwink saying
"So long till next week folks
See ya later, goodbye"

That's it, go home

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Confide In Me - Lyrics - Kylie Minogue - Kylie Minogue

Title: Confide In Me
Album: Kylie Minogue
Artist: Kylie Minogue
Composer(s): Steve Anderson, Dave Seamen

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Lyric:
I stand in the distance
I view from afar
Should I offer some assistance
Should it matter who you are

We all get hurt by love
And we all have our cross to bear
But in the name of understanding now
Our problems should be shared

Confide in me, confide in me

I can keep a secret
And throw away the key
But sometimes to release it
Is to set our children free

We all get hurt by love
And we all have our cross to bear
But in the name of understanding now
Our problems should be shared

Confide in me, confide in me
Confide in me, confide in me

Stick or twist the choice is yours
Hit or miss what's mine is yours
Stick or twist the choice is yours
Hit or miss what's mine is yours

We all get hurt by love
And we all have our cross to bear
But in the name of understanding now
Our problems should be shared

Confide in me, confide in me
Confide in me, confide in me

Confide in me, confide in me
Confide in me, confide in me

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Confide In Me (French Version) - Lyrics - Kylie Minogue

Title: Confide In Me (French Version)
Artist: Kylie Minogue
Composer(s): Steve Anderson, Dave Seamen

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Lyric:
I stand in the distance
I view from afar
Should I offer some assistance
Should it matter who you are

We all get hurt by love
And we all have our cross to bear
But in the name of understanding now
Our problems should be shared

Confide in me, confide in me

I can keep a secret
And throw away the key
But sometimes to release it
Is to set our children free

We all get hurt by love
And we all have our cross to bear
But in the name of understanding now
Our problems should be shared

Confide in me, confide in me
Confide in me, confide in me

Stick or twist the choice is yours
Hit or miss what's mine is yours
Stick or twist the choice is yours
Hit or miss what's mine is yours

We all get hurt by love
And we all have our cross to bear
But in the name of understanding now
Our problems should be shared

Confide in me, confide in me
Confide in me, confide in me

Confide in me, confide in me
Confide in me, confide in me

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Ride Or Die - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Ride Or Die
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Dwayne Carter, Christopher Noel Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

Lyric:
Uptown is my home, that's where I do my dirt
I either hurt or get hurt, it's me or you on that shirt
Can't let no nigga fix me, can't let no nigga get me
I'ma draw and hit first, I can't let no nigga split me

Had my momma upset, nigga, leave my ho pussy wet
I'm goin' out with a fight, my chopper bullets eject
I gets blowed and start, ready to unload at war

No witnesses, you can't get on the stand
And say you saw nothin' 'bout nothin'
Keep it shut or you dead, if you can't hush
Open your mouth and you'll get ten in your head

That's how I play it nigga, I'll blackmail you wit your own life
It ain't right, disrespect you die on site
That ain't no might, that's a fact, you can believe that

Instead disrespect, I promise to be back
And clear the corner, you can't run, don't try
I'm high, 'bout mine ready to ride or die bitch

Load it up with black gats and macs
Pay attention to gun blastin' and fake buster harassin'
Smashin', dashin' up yo street wit all the lights out
Two choppers cocked ready to knot and chop up yo block

Lock all doors and keep windows closed
'Cuz we done rolled before, so stay on the floor
We ride deep in the all black Camaro, sittin' on mo's
And we rolls tokin' on fat Optimos

You chose to test those uptown boys
You done got on a straight ride and cant get off
Lets all get a stolen car and roll through they ward
When it's dark, we spark, pull up then draw
You done falled in war, got in a big brawl

Thought hard but you wrong, so you still get scarred
Y'all boys done played wit some all out kill niggas
Jump in hot cars, cut the deck then deal niggas
Still niggas for testin' these big lil' niggas

Still niggas for messin' with these real trill niggas
Young niggas, chopper totin' big gun niggas
Front nigga and live your life on the run nigga
Stunt nigga and get plugged, drug through the mud

Puddles of blood flood, you can't swim so you done
Niggas start to look and see the all black crook
Some booked, some get high, some hot on one foot
Spots gettin' took, whole bodies gettin' dropped
Niggas hop, jock, and flock when I hit they block

So ride or die bitch, chop or get chopped ho
BG, split or get split
Play the game how it go, play the game how it go
Play the game how it go, play the game how it go

Why is you sayin' them words, bo janglin', why don't you show yo face
Would you dust me or somthin', you must know you gonna catch a case
I'm a straight head bust ya, separate and destruct ya
Don't wanna have no Juvey wanna make a ghost or few

What am I'm supposed to back down or somthin' 'cuz you got a lil' click
All that frownin' and reppin' shit, gone get ya down in a devil ditch
Never miss, I be drivin' niggas wit cleverness, momma used to say this
Use your mind and stay rich

Pops used to say boy don't let them niggas see your weakness
If a fool get outta line with you knock him off his feet quick
Why is you showin' yo teeth you don't speak
Stay on your side of the street, you can't be mobb'n with me

I can't have no bitches followin' me
Gotta Mac-10 and you ain't even bust back
And your boy got hit in the back
What type of nigga is that

That's why I stay in all black
Get the Mac and go back
You done fucked wit C M R, ah
They'll be no tomorrow, they'll be no tomorrow

So ride or die bitch, chop or get chopped ho
BG, split or get split
Play the game how it go, play the game how it go
Play the game how it go, play the game how it go

Get you a chopper and tote it, don't just buy it to have it
Nigga have it to use it, better grab it and shoot it
Better know one thing nigga will do it to you
Before you do it to them to survive, gotta be true

Nigga think just 'cuz we squashed that beef, that's it
You might be thinkin' like me, I think forgive and don't forget
I gotta trick under my sleeve, ridin' four deep wit artillery
Me and Tootie, Papa, and Cleeve, it's an unsolved mystery

I'm a fly till I got ya, yo peoples eyes watery
I hit a artery, bein' real to C M B, it's a part of me
Cross me I charge you wit some flamin' hot heat
Two twenty-three blazed all in yo chest, brain waves you dazed up

You see death stare you straight in your face
Get waked up cause I left ya stretch for the hurse
I take no chance for you to ride, nigga I ride first

So ride or die bitch, chop or get chopped ho
BG, split or get split
Play the game how it go, play the game how it go
Play the game how it go, play the game how it go

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Down The Line Joint - Lyrics - Black Rob

Title: Down The Line Joint
Artist: Black Rob
Composer(s): S Combs, Mark Curry, Trevell Coleman, Jeremy A Graham, Mason Betha, Robert Ross

Lyric:
When night falls, that's when it all begins
Be prepared, we can allow no loose ends
I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms
This is no false alarm, they want to do us harm

Like I'm nervous, live inside a glass house
They want to bring us down, then drag us out
It's all about niggas that doubt our reputation
Start'n conflict and don't know what they facing

Want twist us all in there black magic
[Unverified] suggest paper of wars and break havoc
Are you ready, don't sleep on them
Ain't petty, you get that ass thrown like infedy

Meet me at the getaway spot in a jiffy
Leave all the does behind that act iffy
We got maneuvers, that's hard to beat
Till the other side retreats under six feet beneath, c'mon

I told you that is a saw I wore
I'm a kill when the rebel yells song that don't stop
Till it's done, see I got guns and I'm sick
See how you said meet me here and I came quick

Them same catz on the most wanted list
We can hit them, then straight disappear in the mist
[Unverified], won't cease to exist
I shoot to kill and I'll be damned if I miss

A warrior waiting for Armageddon
I get serious as hell when I'm threatened
Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury
Send them back their apostle's fossils and crazed right

A rude awakening and but now I'm alert
And that's right down my line of work
The whole brotherhood new verse, gutless cowards with no back
And watch how they all fall flat, ah

Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh

Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you, I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh

Yo, you want hot soup, I got shit like up on in attica
Guns ridiculous like battle star galactica
What's this, want to insult my family?
La familia, actin' like ones of us goin' to kill ya

I want ya'll dues, shit hit the fan, we going to be eatin' your food
Time up in the new, then torture, I rip a niggas toe nails off
What, I didn't hear the news five slayin' the law
Man, how I don't want do these catz

I lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gats
They want to out me, I know killers from down south be
Who know and understand, there ain't a thing sweet about me
I earn my respect, and I was born to wreck

Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets
Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw
Go play 4-4's ready for war

All out, what, what, wanna blow, what, what
Teamsters what what, mother fucker
From Monday to Sunday, it's all about the money
Nigga ain't got mine, I guarantee I'm gun' play

Mom's says makes you going to need that money one day
Bitch, I'm in the jet, Benz on the runway
Don't be fooled, still squeeze tools
Money like that, why the fuck I need school

M-A dollar sign E rules, hundred G jewels
Vacate places you don't even need shoes
Same catz say stay up, prey for my day up
No one where my bitch live, plot where I lay up

If you got coke way up, got doe then pay up
Niggas shoot at me a nigga better spray up
'Cause God forbid, you hit me in my ribs and I live
Comin' back and getting you and your kids

Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh

Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh

Dom, dom, dom, thought I heard something
Last cat that I heard frontin', burned up herb huntin'
Word 'cause, my heard something, splurge something
Now I don't care who I hit, it's who I hit I knew I hit

Whom would understand though, we vandals and land roles
Program for our own channels and flannel, this man knew any clan
We're here for the catz in the minivan, got let this schemy plan
Pay me man, scan, sex, cars any money

Sex guard the money with this gun, it be hard to run me
Get it right, or get it tonight, better tonight
Set up your wife, with the head of the night
Don't fold cause my goals embedded with ice

To my tents dimming the light, I'm bendin' this mic
Lot of niggas don't comprehend
Lots niggas look sloppy when
They don't see me and I see them

Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh

Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh

Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh

Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh

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All Or Nothing - Lyrics - Athena Cage

Title: All Or Nothing
Artist: Athena Cage
Composer(s): Latrelle Simmons, Sherree Ford-Payne, Shante Frierson, Ontario Haynes, John Rhone, Aleese Simmons, Enchante Minor

Lyric:
It's the chance of life, get ready, set, fly high
But the fear of your mind, go for it
It's hit or miss, too late for you to quit
You gotta show 'em how bad you really want this, so

Live your dream, it's not as hard as it may seem
You gotta work to get the cream, on your hopes you must lean
From your fears, you have to win yourself
It's all or nothing, give your everything

Are what you believe, you got to bring the dreams
Set the pace, competitions take the lead
This is it, all eyes on you, so stay on point and prove
That you deserve what's long overdue

Live your dream, it's not as hard as it may seem
You gotta work to get the cream, on your hopes you must lean
From your fears, you have to win yourself
It's all or nothing, give your everything

The hardest to recovery, from the heartache of another kind
I'm still drying my tears, getting over my own fears
In my life so I wanna make sure this time
That I'm strong enough to give it my all

Live your dream, it's not as hard as it may seem
You gotta work to get the cream, on your hopes you must lean
From your fears, you have to win yourself
It's all or nothing, give your everything

Live your dream, it's not as hard as it may seem
You gotta work to get the cream, on your hopes you must lean
From your fears, you have to win yourself
It's all or nothing, give your everything

Live your dream, it's not as hard as it may seem
You gotta work to get the cream, on your hopes you must lean
From your fears, you have to win yourself
It's all or nothing, give your everything

So you gotta live your dreams so don't you be afraid
Just set the pace and take the lead, it's your time to shine

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Music For Love - Lyrics - Mario

Title: Music For Love
Artist: Mario
Composer(s): Jerrod Stacy, Theron Makiel Thomas, Timothy Jamahli Thomas

Lyric:
Right about now

Girl, turn me up
And let me come through your speakers
Blow the sound out of your tweeters
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

Shawty, don't be scared
Just let the bass line hit you
Boom, boom, all up in your system
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

Girl, let my frequency just flow through your body
Get this party started 'cause baby, baby
Girl, this is the music for love

Put me on repeat, girl
Let's go again and again
No matter AM or FM
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

Wow, we could play the music loud
Whenever nobody's around
'Cause if the sound, it starts to wake up the neighbors
We gonna have to turn it down, down, down, down

I'm about to have a real eruption
There's gonna be no interruptions
Baby, come push my buttons
I'll show you all my functions

Press play and let me start
Fast forward to your favorite part
After we done hit rewind
We'll go back to the top

Girl, turn me up
And let me come through your speakers
Blow the sound out of your tweeters
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

Shawty, don't be scared
Just let the bass line hit you
Boom, boom, all up in your system
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

Girl, let my frequency just flow through your body
Get this party started 'cause baby, baby
Girl, this is the music for love

Put me on repeat, girl
Let's go again and again
No matter AM or FM
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

I'll keep you moving your body
I'll be the DJ that turns this private party out
I'll play your favorite song
From my iTunes to your iPod, girl

Girl, I know how to put it on computer love
And we'll do this all night long
And you can sing along
Just as long as you sing in my microphone

Oh, you ain't gotta worry about parental advisory
'Cause girl, we're grown
And the music we're making
Baby, we're making for love

Girl, turn me up
And let me come through your speakers
Blow the sound out of your tweeters
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

Shawty, don't be scared
Just let the bass line hit you
Boom, boom, all up in your system
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

Girl, let my frequency just flow through your body
Get this party started 'cause baby, baby
Girl, this is the music for love

Put me on repeat, girl
Let's go again and again
No matter AM or FM
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

You miss me on the hotline, yeah
Tell the DJ to play it all night, girl
When you call let me hear what you sound like
Girl, we in heavy rotation
Girl, I'll be all on your station, let me know

You miss me on the hotline, yeah
Tell the DJ to play it all night, girl
When you call let me hear what you sound like, girl
Baby, we in heavy rotation
Girl, I'll be all on your station, let me know

Girl, turn me up
And let me come through your speakers
Blow the sound out of your tweeters
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

Shawty, don't be scared
Just let the bass line hit you
Boom, boom, all up in your system
'Cause baby, this is the music for love

Girl, let my frequency just flow through your body
Get this party started 'cause baby, baby
Girl, this is the music for love

Put me on repeat, girl
Let's go again and again
No matter AM or FM
'Cause baby girl, this is the music for love

You miss on the hotline, yeah
Tell the DJ to play it all night, girl

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Hit Single - Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Title: Hit Single
Artist: Joe Jackson
Composer(s): Joe Jackson

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Lyric:
You might have seen me hangin' around
I never miss one night, I could be on the town
I used to be another one like you
Always running home to that special one or two

And when I think of all the years of finding out
What I already knew
Now I spread myself around
And you can have three minutes too

'Cause I'm a hit single, I'm a hit single
I'm a hit single, I'm a hit single
Lookin' out for number one

I got a line or two that never fail
And every time you look around I'll be there on your tail
I'm nothing special but I don't give in
Before you know it I'll be there right underneath your skin

And if you think that being serious and smart
Gets you where you should be
You must be not only joking
But way too heavy for me

'Cause I'm a hit single, I'm a hit single
I'm a hit single, I'm a hit single
Goin' straight to number one

And when I die and go to pure pop heaven
The angels will gather around
And ask me for my whole life story
And ask for that fabulous sound

But I know they're gonna stop me
As I start going through every line
And say please not the whole damn album
Nobody has that much time

Please, just the hit single, just the hit single
Just the hit single, just the hit single
You gotta love that number one

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Finer Things - Lyrics - Pleasures U Like - Jon B.

Title: Finer Things
Album: Pleasures U Like
Artist: Jon B.
Composer(s): Nasir Jones, Jonathan Buck

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Lyric:
2000 Jon B y'all, N.A.S. y'all
To the def y'all, come on, get it right
Look at them brown nosein' my click pullin' up with purple roses
Purple diamonds pinky rings purple Dozia
Heaven had to mold her, look at the earth she bangin'

Gucci purse wondering what ghetto that she came from
She gangsta from her head to her feet
By birth I'm her soldier bet the pearl tongues sweet
And I felt the world wind when we met
She felt like something I'd never forget

Something you had to witness
Perfect physical fitness alerted all my 5 senses
I said my name is Nas, love and who's the girl next to ya
This my man, Boogotti, I'd like to introduce ya

Well for once in our lives
Something we feel just might be real if we try
If we try, babe
I know I'm giving you love
But is it really enough for you to be satisfied

You always know that you're beautiful
Do you see the beauty that I see inside, inside you
So much that I want to do
Traveled the world to find the girl for sure was you
Can I prove it to ya?

What if I show you the finer things
La dee dah
The finer things in life
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Mama just you and I
(You and I)
Hit you with some love tonight
(Hit you with some love tonight)
Hit you with some love tonight

What if for once in your life
Everything you want to feel is real in my mind
Gotcha on my mind
Like makin' love to ya right
Your body is telling me everything I need to
I want to do it tonight
(All night)

Baby, please say that you can stay a long time
Please say that you can spend the night with me
What's up with the house on the beach
You're gonna sip a little apple martini
I want you to just lay back and let me free
Your insecurities

If I was you man, your knowledge would expand
Till we both were equal
Chillin' on islands where the sand and the ocean is deep blue
They're three things that I got on my list
You qualify, you my Miss, I count 'em down like this

Number one you got to be real
Don't lie to me 'bout monogamy
See hone get out of my grill
Love me if I'm locked up or out on appeal
Keep it tight when I'm in it ask me how does it feel

Number two easy to do be who you are
Be with me a real "G" with every beat of your heart
And number three last but not least give me peace
And I show you the world most girls ain't lucky to see
Jon B

What if I show you the finer things
La dee dah
The finer things in life
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Mama just you and I
(You and I)
Hit you with some love tonight
(Hit you with some love tonight)
Hit you with some love tonight

What if I show you the finer things
La dee dah
The finer things in life
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Mama just you and I
(You and I)
Hit you with some love tonight
(Hit you with some love tonight)
Hit you with some love tonight

Mama just you and I
(You and I)
Hit you with some love tonight
(Hit you with some love tonight)
Hit you with some love tonight

What if I show you the finer things
La dee dah
The finer things in life
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Mama just you and I
(You and I)
Hit you with some love tonight
(Hit you with some love tonight)
Hit you with some love tonight

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Just A Moment - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: Just A Moment
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Nile Rodgers, Nasir Jones, Bernard Edwards, Leshan Lewis, Clifford Ferquan Peacock

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Lyric:
Can we please have a moment of silence?
That's for my niggaz doin' years in confinement
And for my soldiers that passed over, no longer living
That couldn't run whenever the reaper came to get 'em

Can we please pour out some liquor?
Symobolizin', let's take in time to consider that
Though our thugs ain't here, the love is here
And we gon' rep 'til slugs kill us here

This for my dawgs stuck in the struggle tryin' to gain
Smokin' trauma, sniffin' Ra while sellin' cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die

And can we please have a moment of peace?
For every G that fell for his flag in the streets
Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin' crypin' and creepin'
Latin and kingin' or just for poor righteous teachin'

As days goes and nights fall
For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
While wishin' y'all were home

As days goes and nights fall
For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
While wishin' y'all were home

Yeah, and can we have another moment of silence?
For brothers who died from black-on-black violence
From here to the dark continent were rebels sell diamonds
To clients all through the world, got little black girls dyin'

And can we please pour some more liquors?
For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy, my niggaz
Here's another warrior song from Nasty and Quan
It's to him I pass the baton to carry this on

Street's disciple
Salute to those who gone with bullets
And I promise through rhymin' Quan
Gon' rep his life to the fullest

And can we please have a moment of truth?
For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots
And families back home who pray they make it home safe
Hopin' that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles

This is just a moment to let you all know
That we miss you
Mommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you
Let's take 'em home

As days goes and nights fall
For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
While wishin' y'all were home

As days goes and nights fall
For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
While wishin' y'all were home

And can we please have a moment to mourn?
For Pac, Biggie and Pun 'cause through us they live on
Jam Master Jay, Feaky Ty and Alliyah
Big L and Left Eye, when we die we wish to see ya

Can we please have a moment for children?
Who got raped or murdered, or trapped in the system
Who never knew their father, never learned to dream
But was guided by drug dealers, killers and crack fiends

For single mothers that's forced to play mom and dad
Bustin' her ass to give her kids shit she never had
For my niggaz in the pen hopin' rhymes'll get 'em signed
So when released, they can say bye to a life of crime

For every mother that held a son in the street bleedin'
Cryin' the song of sorrow to dark and deep for speakin'
Just a moment outside the day to day struggle
To let the ones we really care about know that we love 'em

As days goes and nights fall
For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
While wishin' y'all were home

As days goes and nights fall
For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all
And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn
While wishin' y'all were home

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Women Lose Weight - Lyrics - Slick Rick

Title: Women Lose Weight
Artist: Slick Rick
Composer(s): Ross Charles Godfrey, Ricky M L Walters, Paul Corfield Godfrey, Skye Edwards

Lyric:
What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser

The name of this entertainment is "Women lose weight"
Our first years of marriage everything was just great
But after two kids and the weight gain factors
Fact is now she's completely unattractive
Look fat chicks I don't mean to sound rude
I tell her nice "Hit the gym and don't eat so much food", but no
"You're shallow, you need to run the course
Of unconditional love and so forth"

But how if desire's is not there that's just delayment
Divorce is, child support, alimony payments
My unhappiness I doubt discouraged
So hurry for an easier way out this marriage
Meanwhile my secretary June, well groomed
"When you gonna leave your wife?" I tell her
"Soon mommy soon" I assume or my destiny is blue
Interestingly the only thing left for me to do is to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I'm gonna have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, kill her
What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I'm gonna have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

My plans against or shenanigans kinda ran thin
Knowin' nothing 'bout poisoning and I can't swim
Bad intentions pumpin' might as well become numb
Cut her lungs or the obvious robbery gone wrong
But the catch is do I have the nerve to dispatch this?
Who could I get to help me murder this fat chick?
Guess I'll have to play a dude Robbin
On Wednesday the day she usually goes food shopping

Anyway long story short hit the side of her Chrysler
Sent her clean over the divider, "You bastard", she said
As the wreck went tumblin' down the hill
I thought, "She has to be dead"
Later on get a call from a Lieutenant O Rourke
Had me leapin' like a frog "We need you at the morgue"
So I selfishly pursue, boohoo, there was nothing else
For me to do I had to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
C'mon ya'll know I had to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, kill her
What a surpriser open your eyes, a woman adviser
I had to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

"So you mean to tell me officer you don't have no clue
Who did this hit and run", "No sir we don't have no clues right now"
"This is terrible what am I gonna tell the kids?"
"Pull yourself together sir"
"I'm so broken up inside I just can't believe this"
"I understand, understand"
"Catch the person who did this"
"We're gonna try sir", "Please"

Screamin', "Who done took my heart" acting shakin' up a lot
At the funeral though everyone was lookin' at me odd like I did it
Like I was the reason my mates slain murmuring
"I heard he was displeased with her weight gain"
While my secretary sort of a sexy blonde can't cook
All she does is order from restaurants
All of the sex you want I doubt could address
Clothes not washed proper and house look a mess and

Talkin' to detectives that was waitin' outside
How I took a long lunch break day the wife died
I darn near turned pale and because of betrayal they indicted me
Gave me an impossible bail
Good fortune to anyone admiring the raw tent
Moral of the story is, "Desire is important"
So watch your weight it'll keep you mate smitten it's a given
Though looking back I realized I didn't have to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I didn't have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, I killed her
What a surpriser open your eyes, a woman adviser
I didn't have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

Well there you have it
Keep thin, trim
Keep your marriages healthy do you know what I mean?
Small message from Morcheeba and Slick Rick the ruler
Peace

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Women Lose Weight - Lyrics - Morcheeba

Title: Women Lose Weight
Artist: Morcheeba
Composer(s): Ross Charles Godfrey, Ricky M L Walters, Paul Corfield Godfrey, Skye Edwards

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Lyric:
What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser

The name of this entertainment is "Women lose weight"
Our first years of marriage everything was just great
But after two kids and the weight gain factors
Fact is now she's completely unattractive
Look fat chicks I don't mean to sound rude
I tell her nice "Hit the gym and don't eat so much food", but no
"You're shallow, you need to run the course
Of unconditional love and so forth"

But how if desire's is not there that's just delayment
Divorce is, child support, alimony payments
My unhappiness I doubt discouraged
So hurry for an easier way out this marriage
Meanwhile my secretary June, well groomed
"When you gonna leave your wife?" I tell her
"Soon mommy soon" I assume or my destiny is blue
Interestingly the only thing left for me to do is to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I'm gonna have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, kill her
What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I'm gonna have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

My plans against or shenanigans kinda ran thin
Knowin' nothing 'bout poisoning and I can't swim
Bad intentions pumpin' might as well become numb
Cut her lungs or the obvious robbery gone wrong
But the catch is do I have the nerve to dispatch this?
Who could I get to help me murder this fat chick?
Guess I'll have to play a dude Robbin
On Wednesday the day she usually goes food shopping

Anyway long story short hit the side of her Chrysler
Sent her clean over the divider, "You bastard", she said
As the wreck went tumblin' down the hill
I thought, "She has to be dead"
Later on get a call from a Lieutenant O Rourke
Had me leapin' like a frog "We need you at the morgue"
So I selfishly pursue, boohoo, there was nothing else
For me to do I had to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
C'mon ya'll know I had to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, kill her
What a surpriser open your eyes, a woman adviser
I had to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

"So you mean to tell me officer you don't have no clue
Who did this hit and run", "No sir we don't have no clues right now"
"This is terrible what am I gonna tell the kids?"
"Pull yourself together sir"
"I'm so broken up inside I just can't believe this"
"I understand, understand"
"Catch the person who did this"
"We're gonna try sir", "Please"

Screamin', "Who done took my heart" acting shakin' up a lot
At the funeral though everyone was lookin' at me odd like I did it
Like I was the reason my mates slain murmuring
"I heard he was displeased with her weight gain"
While my secretary sort of a sexy blonde can't cook
All she does is order from restaurants
All of the sex you want I doubt could address
Clothes not washed proper and house look a mess and

Talkin' to detectives that was waitin' outside
How I took a long lunch break day the wife died
I darn near turned pale and because of betrayal they indicted me
Gave me an impossible bail
Good fortune to anyone admiring the raw tent
Moral of the story is, "Desire is important"
So watch your weight it'll keep you mate smitten it's a given
Though looking back I realized I didn't have to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I didn't have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, I killed her
What a surpriser open your eyes, a woman adviser
I didn't have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

Well there you have it
Keep thin, trim
Keep your marriages healthy do you know what I mean?
Small message from Morcheeba and Slick Rick the ruler
Peace

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Get It Crunk - Lyrics - I Need Mine $$ - Lil' Flip

Title: Get It Crunk
Album: I Need Mine $$
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Derrick Spearman, Wesley Weston

Lyric:
We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

Well, I'm flippin' and grippin' my wood grain steering wheel
I made a mill at eighteen, nigga how it feel
It feel good to cash checks every other day, yes
If you ain't talkin' bout money, go the other way

Miss me with that bullshit dawg, I'm on the grind
You disrespect me while I'm on stage, it's goin' down
Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands on
You can bet your bottom dollar they get some

If you think you strong enough to take a shot, jump
I bet you changin' your mind when you lookin' now, jump
These niggas like to talk shit, then apologize, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
You put my name in a verse then I gotta ride

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like, jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

Look I'm a pimp
Mine is the 3 piece suit
My grill the same color as my GT Coupe
Gators snappin' on my feet like they fresh out the jungle

There's a nine in my vest, but it's a tec' in my Hummer
I know I make y'all niggas wonder how I'm gettin' that cash
?Cause when we gotta drop, I ain't spendin' my last
The prices jump

If you out of town and you need a bird jump
I could ban him and blow his brains on the fuckin' curve jump
You don't want beef wit my squad nigga jump
Come out the club off note, you gettin' rob nigga, so jump

Stupid if you wanted dawg
These hollow tips
Gon' put you in a coma dawg
You dig?

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

Hey, niggas claim they got guns but they ain't shot nobody
Or you a stick up kid why you ain't got nobody? Stop lyin?
Niggas at the bar buyin' shit they can't afford
You think he ballin' until you see his Honda Accord

And tell valet not to scratch my wheel
Or he gon' leave here wit a busted lip
Me and Crime Boss rollin' in my Coupe Deville
I ain't tryin' leave you in but I shoot to kill

Hey, I'm like Jeezy, I trap or die
And I don't pop, pop, I rather fire
I'm a thug and you know it, you damn right I show it
Twenty two's on my lotus just in case you haven't noticed

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like

Hey I bet he won't jump
Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't jump
Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't jump
She talkin' all that shit but I bet she won't jump

She actin' like a bitch ?cause I know she won't jump
Oh, oh, oh, you better not jump
Oh, oh, oh, you better not jump
Oh, oh, oh, y'all better not jump

Oh, oh, you fuck around and get jump
Ha, ha, Whoo, shout to my nigga Zab Judah
Floyd Mayweather, Roy Jones, Winky Wright know what I'm sayin'?
What up to my nigga Bernard Hopkins? Yeah, holla at yo boy

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