Hold On - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Hold On
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): Mick Hucknall, Neil Moss, L Dechalus, Brand Nubian

Lyric:
I'll keep, holdin' on
I'll keep, holdin' on

Young black male, twenty-five years of age
Many a lives didn't survive to this stage
'Cause the rage of another brother got him popped
Shot him and he dropped, like a beanbag

Mean motherfucker with a rag and some jeans that sag
They signify your death by crossin' out your tag
Then they go and brag that they took another life
Never to think, do a brother got a mother and a wife?

Trife when a nigga do the work of the Klan
That's what you're doin' when you ruin the life of a black man
Attack plan on self, the man's got the family jewels
So I guess we're buryin' wealth

All because we've been taught to despise what's black
Open your eyes you oughta realize the fact
That you've been gettin' used like a trick
You think you're mighty, but yo, whitey got your head sick

See you were fed thick pieces of swine as a baby
It only help to drive your mind crazy, now your blind days be over
No more standin' on line, tryin' to find Jehovah
Let us rewind to a time we was right and just

Now a days we just fight and bust
One another in the back over crack, a carjack
Will get you killed, watch the blood get spilled
To the scale, then watch how fast they build the jail
Now they got you holdin' on to a cell, well

I'll keep, holdin' on
I'll keep, holdin' on
I'll keep, holdin' on
I'll keep, holdin' on

Why it gotta be me B? I just came to chill
Came to see the flicks, nuttin' more nuttin' less
Try to show love even on a bad day
I roll up, I'm never hold up, the L is swoll up

The beef in the mind is definitely a winner
Oh that's that rappin' nigga, I thought he was much bigger
Do you know this girl named Nah B? I don't know nothin'
Did that name game shit right from the go get

Shorty want an autograph, can I sign it at the end?
Oh I think I'm all of that now, so now it's fuck Brand Nubian
Should I call you a bitch, or should I maintain?
I'm just here with my lady and you came with your man

This would force him to front, and I'm sure he don't want it
Over some old bullshit, when I'm quick to pull shit
Live dad, everything is everything
I got a lotta shit to do I can't afford to catch a charge

I'm a product of the streets, and I couldn't make no peace
All the real hard shit I know, is on the down low
Straight for real estate, on a scale I place your fate
Now I'ma let you skate, you was a little weeded
And I seen you don't need it, so hold on with your bad self

I'll keep, holdin' on
I'll keep, holdin' on
I gotta hold on
I'll keep, holdin' on

My word is bond, I gotta be strong
I'll keep, holdin' on
And keep holdin' on, yeah
Ya see life's gettin' rough but I gotta hold on

All these little suckers want me alone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ya see life's gettin' rough but I gotta hold on
All these little suckers want me alone

Yeah, they want me alone
Yeah, yeah yeah
But I gotta hold on because my word is bon
And it's on and on, on and on, on and on

On ya, I gotta hold on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

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Holdin' On To Nothin' - Lyrics - Dolly Parton

Title: Holdin' On To Nothin'
Artist: Dolly Parton
Composer(s): Jerry Chesnut

Lyric:
We're holding on to nothing left to hold onto
I'm so tired of holding on to nothin'
The years have shown no kindness
For the hard times we've been through

We've squeezed the life from every dream
And still go right on bluffin'
With really nothin' left to hold onto

Oh, why do we keep holding on
With nothing left to hold onto
Let's be honest with each other
That's the least that we can do
I feel guilty when they envy me and you
We're holding on with nothing left to hold onto

We were young and foolishly mistaken
Victims of a passion, much too strong to be denied
With only tears to show for all the years that we've been fakin'
God only knows how long, how hard we've tried

Oh, why do we keep holding on
With nothing left to hold onto
Let's be honest with each other
That's the least that we can do
I feel guilty when they envy me and you
We're holding on with nothing left to hold onto

We're holding on with nothing left to hold onto

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Nothin' Left To Say - Lyrics - Richard Marx

Title: Nothin' Left To Say
Artist: Richard Marx
Composer(s): Richard Marx

Lyric:
Locked up tight but holdin' the key
Clock keeps tickin' like it's laughin' at me
I wonder what spell I'm under
Days go by in a pulseless haze
Who's that person that's wearin' my face
Denyin' what he's hidin'

I can't go on like this
I won't let myself miss the rest of my life

When something's come and gone, what good is holdin' on?
Why waste tomorrow chasin' yesterday?
I part my lips to speak but the words are out of reach
I guess that really means there's nothin' left to say, left to say

I guess we could carry on livin' asleep
Who is the fool who could choose to just
Keep pretendin' that this ain't endin'?
I wish you all that I wish for myself
To have that ache of emptiness behind us
And not still inside us

It's time to take that dare
There's still a world out there waitin' for me

When something's come and gone, what good is holdin' on?
Why waste tomorrow chasin' yesterday?
I part my lips to speak but the words are out of reach
I guess that really means there's nothin' left to say

We did the best we could
Just like we thought we should
But sometimes you've got to just let go

When something's come and gone, what good is holdin' on?
Why waste tomorrow chasin' yesterday?
I part my lips to speak but the words are out of reach
I guess that really means there's nothin' left to say

There's nothin' left to say, nothin' left to say
There's nothin' left to say

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Just Relax - Lyrics - Joe

Title: Just Relax
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): John E Davis, Ronnie Foster, Andre Lyon, Ali Shaheed Muhammed, Mark Pitts, Malik Izaak Taylor, Marcello Valenzano

Lyric:
This is, ya I know what this is
Listen, yo Joe, I tell them girls like this

I say my love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
Yo Joe, talk to 'em, listen, yeah

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on tonight

Look, I gotta get this money, girl
You know I gotta get this dough
'Cause I can't take us living out here
Strugglin' no more, no more, no more

Listen, baby
Your ears and your neck gotta glisten, baby
And this is crazy
But this the way it's gotta be

Baby, you're a queen
Plus I ain't fit to be a man
So the plan for me is to get the cheese
By any means, listen to me

Everything's gon' be alright
So relax yourself, baby, please settle down
Relax yourself, baby, please settle down

It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice now
Said, it ain't nothin' nice now

It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice now

And when we make it
I'ma fly you to the moon and back
Visit the stars, yes, you are
You are so beautiful to me, beautiful as can be
Girl, God sent you to me

You're an angel and I hope
These streets don't take me down the wrong road
We gon' make, trust in love 'cause it's amazing
Yes, it is, so please, just trust in me, listen to me, girl

Everything's gon' be alright
So relax yourself, baby, please settle down
Relax yourself, baby, please settle down

It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice now
Said, it ain't nothin' nice now

It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice now

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
My love's the bomb, listen, listen

I got one hand in the pot, other holdin' you tight
This life, girl, you know it ain't right, but we live in it
Something we're fightin' for, you know it ain't nice
It's why the chrome keep it nice for me killin' ***
I do it for us, I pray the Lord forgive it ***
One day we be out the hood God willin' it

It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice now
Said, it ain't nothin' nice now

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
(It ain't nottin' nice)

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
(It ain't nottin' nice)

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
(It ain't nottin' nice now)
My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on

Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
...

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Hard Hearted Woman - Lyrics - Barclay James Harvest

Title: Hard Hearted Woman
Artist: Barclay James Harvest
Composer(s): Richard Leslie Holroyd

Lyric:
She's a hard hearted woman
See the way that she's watchin' you
Victims falling before her
And there's nothin' that you can do

Love comes, holdin' on to us all
Love comes, holdin' on to us all

See the hard hearted woman
Watch the way that she's dancin' now
Eyes are flashing before you
Break her spell, please tell me how

Love comes, holdin' on to us all
Love comes, holdin' on to us all

See the way that she's watchin' you
Break her spell, please tell me how

Love comes, holdin' on to us all
Love comes, holdin' on to us all

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Shoulda Let You Go - Lyrics - Just Like You - Keyshia Cole

Title: Shoulda Let You Go
Album: Just Like You
Artist: Keyshia Cole
Composer(s): Rodney Jerkins, Rodney Roy Jerkins, Keyshia Cole, Amin

Lyric:
Keyshia Cole, Darkchild
Let's go

Just to think about it, I would do things that I would regret
Tryna get you to understand how I felt for you
I tried real hard, time and time again but I
Didn't know my love wouldn't grow, I shoulda just let it go
But I, stayed around thinkin' you would learn to love

And we both know you're wrong
There's nothin' you can do to ever undo what you've done to me
I loved you deep in my heart I know you couldn't love me
But baby, I just kept holdin' on, I shoulda let you go

Shoulda let you go
I shoulda let you go
You know I shoulda let you go

Couldn't do without it, I felt I needed you in my world
To get me by, by, more and more I looked out for you
You tried to play me like a fool, so I
Didn't care that love wasn't there, had to just let it go
Couldn't stay around, thinkin' you would learn to love

And we both know you're wrong
There's nothin' you can do to ever undo what you've done to me
I loved you deep in my heart, I know you couldn't love me
But baby, I just kept holdin' on, I shoulda let you go

Shoulda let you go
I shoulda let you go
You know I shoulda let you go

And now I'm gone, plus I'd rather be alone
We both grown, lower your tone over the phone, aight
I shoulda known, damn I shoulda known
This wouldn't last long when you didn't come home tonight

And now I'm on in the zone, handle business on my own
So respect the queen on the throne, aight
Here's some strong advice, move on, that's life
You wrong or right and I'm glad I let you go

And we both know you're wrong
There's nothin' you can do to ever undo what you've done to me
I loved you deep in my heart, I know you couldn't love me
But baby, I just kept holdin' on, I shoulda let you go

Shoulda let you go
I shoulda let you go
I should have let you go

Don't know why you would ever lie to me so
(But I shoulda letcha)
Don't know why I could never let you go
(Coulda, shoulda letcha)

Don't know why you would ever lie to me so
(Should have let you go)
Don't know why I could never let you go
Shoulda letcha, I shoulda let you go, hey, oh
(Should have let you go)

Don't know why I could never let you go
(But I shoulda letcha)
Everything I did, everything I gave you didn't want to stay, no
(Should have let you go)

Don't know why I could never let you go
(Coulda, shoulda letcha)
Baby, oh, I shoulda let you go
Long time ago, yeah

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Fuck Big Boy - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Fuck Big Boy
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Byron O Thomas

Lyric:
I'm back again, reppin' and I got my four ten
Doin' you in when I creeps and spin the bin
Now the heat is on, I'm comin' to get'cha
Went through the 17th and couldn't even find ya

Come to find out, that you were fat mouthin' and you'z a hoe
The only time you seen the 17th is at a show
Jealous muthafuckas wanna be like me
I represent that 3, the capital T-E-C

You bitches better keep my name out'cha mouth
Before I get a bag of that fire and wait outside your house
Nigga, I catch a drain, ain't no motive, ain't no blame
On what I do ya 'cuz I'ma fuck over you

Now what's up? 'Cuz I don't think you ready to see no blood
Fuck all that asshole and leave ya fuckin' head swollen
I hit like floods, better yet I stick like mud
Them bitches P-N-C, I leave 'em in a pool of blood

Partners-N-Crime, y'all some bitches, y'all some snitches
You stupid clown, Chuck got'cha riches

Partners you bet not do no crime
Get no time and go to jail
'Cuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get nailed
Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I Iet'cha know

Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes
I'm gat totin', ready to leave your heart open
Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers smokin'

Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set that don't even exist
Now that's a shame, you reppin' just to get a name
You can't survive in this game 'cuz you niggas lame

I'm ready to take it to some 'G' shit, street shit
Where caps get peeled and wigs bound to get split
I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G. ain't real
I'm bout to [unverified] hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel

Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down
From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground
It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong
Rollin' wit Tec-9, snortin' dope, best believe it's on

Partners-N-Crime you ain't nothin' but bitches
Lick on the nuts and suck the dick
Big Boy know, they ain't nothin' but hoes
You can jump up on this dick, like a morphodyke, biatch

Partners-N-Crime you ain't nothin' but bitches
Lick on the nuts and suck the dick
Big Boy know, they ain't nothin' but hoes
You can jump up on this dick, like a morphodyke, biatch

Say, "Ah ha, Ah ha", yeah, you thought it was funny
When you tried to rap, hunt, stunt, front, on Ca$h Money
You must have been jealous of that title that we holdin'
Try to rep on that Local 580

You must have been too loaded, too loaded, too loaded
They tried to pull a lil' stunt, on that Local 580
Wanna be Pimp Daddy, Lil' Slim, and Baby
They put that whole CMR all up in they rap

They had us on they first tape and they proceed to sweat
So let's show them wannabes what we made of nigga
Try to knock a B.G., I'ma spray a nigga
Swear to God you was hard but you don't want none of me

'Cuz I'm a little-bitty killa off Amelia East
So put two and fall, see I ain't with that boy
'Cuz all I do is grab my 9 and break a nigga off
Somethin' proper, I will make you droppa

I'ma baby gangsta, not no P-poppa
This is dedicated to niggas that be fakin'
Tried to rock the crowd for the turf but couldn't make it
It was complicated so how you gonna rock them?

While they was busy doin' the Hike and Eddie Bow'n
I'ma stand my ground even though you try to bring me down
'Cuz I'ma Ca$h Money clown from that Uptown and I'm 'bout it
Nigga you know you not 'bout it
Come around my way I'ma have to get rowdy

Damn, I hate a busta bitch talkin' shit
But when drama time come they scared to do it
Throw them thangs talkin' hard in the Mic
Say it in my face, be a man and let's fight

Take it to the street with a real baby G
I'ma show ya I came bust caps send ya six feet
I ain't 'bout none of that playin' or assholin'
Nigga I'm splittin' wigs, leavin' heads swollen

Mystikal slippin' and on the pavement you get laid
Light up through ya hoe, I'ma grab you by them dookey braids
Put'cha head down 'cuz I heard about'cha
In Desert Storm, Uncle Sam got that mouth up out'cha

So let me get that out'cha bitch
I'ma run in your shit
'Cuz I'm a 13th nigga and I'm bout it

Partners-N-Crime you ain't nothin' but bitches
Lick on the nuts and suck the dick
Big Boy know, they ain't nothin' but hoes
You can jump up on this dick, like a morphodyke, biatch

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Raindrops Will Fall - Lyrics - Tamyra Gray

Title: Raindrops Will Fall
Artist: Tamyra Gray
Composer(s): Louis John Biancaniello, Tamyra Gray, Samuel J Watters

Lyric:
There's a time for every star to shine
And a place for every dream to see the light
When you have everything
You don't need another reason to be something

Oh hold on, and look to your faith
Can't let nobody, nobody get in your way, no

I walked through the fire, oh
Fought through the ragin' storm
Till I found the peace that's inside of me
I've got to be strong
I stand for my dreams
I was made for this moment
Take me as I am or nothin' at all
I'll keep holdin' on
Raindrops will fall, oh
Raindrops will fall, oh

Haunting echoes from a careless word
No, you'll never know how much they hurt
Dreams are precious don't you know?
But they are so hard to follow

Oh hold on you can look to your faith
Don't let nobody, nobody get in your way, no

I walked through the fire, oh
Fought through the ragin' storm
Till I found the peace that's inside of me
I've got to be strong
I stand for my dreams
I was made for this moment
Take me as I am or nothin' at all
I'll keep holdin' on
Raindrops will fall, oh
Rain falling down on me
But the sun gonna shine

Oh, I was taught not to run away
'Cuz raindrops will always fall on your face
When it seems like all hope is gone
Gotta get through the storm
Before you can see the dawn
This is all I am, this is all I know
And I won't never ever let go
No, I won't let go

I walked through the fire, oh
Fought through the ragin' storm
Till I found the peace inside of me
I've got to be strong
I stand for my dreams
I was made for this moment
Take me as I am or nothin' at all
I'll keep holdin' on
Raindrops will fall
Rain falling down on me
But I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
That the sun is gonna shine
Raindrops will fall
Oh I know that the sun is gonna shine

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Stick To Ya Gunz - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Stick To Ya Gunz
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): Jamal Grinnage, Chris Martin, Eric Murray

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Lyric:
Calling the police, calling the G men
Calling all Americans to war on the underworld
All I need is money and I'm getting that money, tonight

Let's take a slide through the illside of town with this B-Boy
Watch out for Jakes, snakes and decoys, the streets keep you P-noid
Every day's a new game, we do thangs for new thangs
This kid got stopped for like three G's and two chains

Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in
In my crib I heard villains outside blazin'
Mad shots was poppin' and I see visions of droppin' men
Five minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on Hopkinson

That's why this downtown swinga
Ruckus bringa be packin' bangers
That make your whole shit out of clothes hangers
It's only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in
The fo'-fo' will cold push ya shit in

So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin'
With these New York desperadoes
We'll bust open your head like avocados
Heavy artillery in my facility
For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz

Yo, what up? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz
What's the word? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz

The most beautifulest thing in the world
Is a fo' fo' Desert Eagle, nigga, that shit is Diesel
Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any object
Squeeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projects

I ain't gonna be beefin' or eyein' you
Silently I move violently, me, ain't no reliable see
I been chasin' and lacin' tough guys for days
Findin' ways to erase 'em and place 'em in the grave

If it happen the squad's cappin', I'm in the mix
And I'd rather be judged by twelve, than laid by six
My kind, on the front line still standin'
Mr. Billy Danze and I'll work you with a mini cannon

Holdin' it down it's the drama lord
So you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a fuckin' board
Firin' squad, niggaz on the run
Get props from top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to they guns

Yo, what up? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz
What's the word? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz

Yo, what up? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz
What's the word? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz

Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes
A murder machine, put M-16's in niggaz spleens
So head for the hills, nigga 'cause
When I get ill, it's blood spilled for real
I aim my fuckin' steel and shoot to kill

So grab your body shield get ready for the duckin'
The biscuit that I'm clutchin'
Puffin' like cess but that's the fuckin' Dutchman
Buckin' at all you sucka cluckin' niggaz that want the ruckus

We'll be three niggaz who's clappin' but we ain't applaudin'
You motherfuckers, keep my mack hid up under back
Two shots to crack lids, ain't gotta go rush
To toys R U's to get you cabbage patch kids

Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen
Your whole team is gettin' blown to smithereens
Queens on the motherfuckin' map nigga we stay strapped
In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back

Runnin' with mad sons gunnin' shit up
And leave you hit up for the funds
Niggaz better stick to they guns

Yo, what up? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz
What's the word? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz

Yo, what up? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz
What's the word? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz

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Chanel No. Fever - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Chanel No. Fever
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason

Lyric:
Hah, yeah, take you on a temperature rise
Take you back to the fever
Take us back to the fever, y'all please, y'all please

It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever

Now with the B-I double L bill
We bill the par territories placing flags on terrains
Now I said it was yours so snatch the world back from Wayne
We did, universally sparked the lid

Now these ladies love how we live
Got 'em caught, shit, you already know looking so fly
That the dog that played spiderweb you're up aliasing here
Sucker cats don't try to steer near this

Wish you could bring it this way
Compliments of Wonder Y and my nigga David J
So the do, re, mi, fa, sol, la
Many reach to devour the stage, put the guts out the venue

Ah, shut up in your face no need to continue
I've been there, done that, received it, won that
Yo stunned that, that's how you like To Sun frozed
Keep my shit in harvest like Farmer John grows crops
Hops, you'll need the whole ceiling to tops
I saw the empire, set your liquid to fire

Bim blam set a flame to your fanny
Davis the surname like Davis the Sammy
A Grammy, my concern is to earn for a little age
Next time, next rhyme, next phase

It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever

Now put your hand on your hip
(Now put your hand on your hip)
And let your backbone slip
(And let your backbone slide)
Now put your hand up on your hip
(Now put your hand up on your hip)
And let your backbone slip for the fever

Hey, ladies and gents reintroducing to you
Shootin' shit like hot asses at the sip of bean stew
Super fat come the visitor zoo
Peace to my homewood niggas and my man Tofu, I fell in love

I'm through evil that man do
Get some ass on the side so my love can shine through
Pull a cigar with crew, lean back and let it soak
Your holdin' on to my twelve dollar smoke man

It was Mase who laced the beat from up out the Earth
Leaving brothers hypnotized like Ootney Fonsworth
But I'm hip but no tized than that, clap to the break of dawn
Dada, wonder why it's hotter than hot

Why not knee, my Steve got niggas on the dick
They want to join the click
I hope that ass get a record deal so they can feel what I feel
To overstand that ring ring, how you do is real

You must be from Italy 'cause all you do is roam
Microphone to microphone, lookin' for home
I write a poem to make the publicists flock the prone cop
China on stage so I don't need a spotlight

Should be tight like Tupperwear, supperwear, drawers of socks
Sippin' on gray pot yo scratch the pork chops
'Cause nothin' here drops
We're goin' up, up, up

It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever

It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever

It's the fever

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The Only One - Lyrics - Results May Vary - Limp Bizkit

Title: The Only One
Album: Results May Vary
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Fred Durst, John Otto, Mike Smith, Sam Rivers

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Lyric:
Hold up you're movin' too fast
I'm up for somethin' that lasts
I ain't lookin' to screw on the first night
'Cause that's a no go
And if the vibe's good, go to first base
'Cause the first kiss could be your last taste
I ain't lookin' to screw till the vibe's right

See I'm the only one you know
That can put you on cruise control
Yeah, I'm the only one you'll find
That won't waste all my time
On nothin', nothin', on nothin', nothin'

My will is stronger than most
I will not let you get close
Until I think that you deserve me
'Cause that's a no go
I'm gonna hold out, so in the meantime
Don't expect much from a strong mind
Until I think that you deserve me

See I'm the only one you know
That can put you on cruise control
Yeah, I'm the only one you'll find
That won't waste all my time

I'm holdin' out, I'm gonna wait
Wanna make it past the first date
A little time then we can do
All them nasty things you want to do
Don't get me wrong, just take my hand
And I really hope you understand that
It's easier when every second counts
So we'll just have to wait

It's really no big deal
It's really no big deal

I'd hate to get you in bed
Find out you're empty instead
No need to knock another home run out
'Cause that's a no go
And I hate to be so filthy
If we were not meant to be
No need to knock another home run out

See I'm the only one you know
That can put you on cruise control
Yeah, I'm the only one you'll find
That won't waste all my time
On nothin', nothin', on nothin', nothin'
On nothin', on nothin'

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Disco Inferno - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

Title: Disco Inferno
Album: Massacre
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Teriake Crawford, Curtis Jackson, Phillip Pitts

Lyric:
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl

Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl

Go, go, go, 50 in the house, bounce
Y'all already know what I'm about
The flow sound sick over Dre drums, nigga
I ain't stupid, I see Doc then my doe come quicker

Shorty hips is hypnotic, she moves it so erotic
Girl watch, I'm like bounce that ass, girl
I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here
Front in here, we'll thump in here

So gutter, so ghetto, so hood
So gully, so grimey, what's good?
Outside the Benz on dubs, I'm in the club wit the snub
Don't start nothin', there won't be nothin'

Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl

Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl

Let's party, everybody stand up
Everybody put your hands up
Let's party, everybody bounce wit me
Some champagne and burn a little greenery

It's hot, disco inferno, let's go
You're now rockin' wit a pro
I get dough to flip dough, to get more for sho'
Get my drink on then get on the dance floor

Look homie, I don't dance, all I do it this
It's the same two step wit a lil' twist
Listen punk, I ain't new to this, I'm true to this
Pay attention boy, I'll teach you how to do this shit

You mix a little Goose wit a little Dom Perignon
And a little Hennessy, you know we fin' to carry on
I'm hollerin' at these shorties in the club tryin' to get right
We gon' be up in this, bitch till we break daylight

Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl

Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl

You see me shinin', lit up wit diamonds
'Cause I stay grindin'
Homie, you can catch me swoopin'
Bentley Coupe and switchin' lanes

If you see me rollin', you know I'm holdin'
I'm 'bout my paper, yeah
Nigga, I'm serious, I ain't playin'
I'll embed it in your brain, I'm off the chain, G Unit

Next level now, turn it up a notch
Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot
Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco
Hands up on the dance floor, okay let's go

Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl

Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl

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4 Tha Scrilla - Lyrics - Celly Cel

Title: 4 Tha Scrilla
Artist: Celly Cel
Composer(s): Brandt Jones, Marceles Mccarver, Earl Thomas Stevens, Sean Thompson

Lyric:
A slave to the hood without no money in my pants
Rollin' with some heat to make a mothafucka dance
Had a chance to bail, had my hustle, but I blew that
I walked up in the gun store and ran out with a new gat
A double 4, out on my million dollar mission
To eleven fishin', kissin' on my chrome, with scrilla in my vision
Can't move without the metal wanna hustle
So I figure I go out there when they posted up and bust a nigga

But I'll go another way, hopefully payday
But if I slip, dislocated my hip
And say what I gotta say boy that's my new get-back
All kinds of things of that flava, the racketeering counterfeiter, nigga
Or half of whatever, long as the weather's clever
My fella might become a snitch for the vice
Ain't no killing, that's what hell told me
10 mil-a, then nigga break for the scrilla

Drunk niggas with the gauges loaded
55 kicks in them ages ho
But I don't want to beef 'cuz the game be fucked
Strip a mothafucka for his cars and money
Tag up a 600 SEL
A three-way split, me, 40 and Cel
About my mail, I was bound to have it
See you fuckin' with a mothafuckin' savage

50 ways to get my scratch on fool
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
See I'm nothin' but a killa doin' dirt for the scrilla

50 ways to get my scratch on fool
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
See I'm nothin' but a killa doin' dirt for the scrilla

Landlord, landlord, where you at?
I'm hiding in the bushes with a baseball bat
I need that sack that you made today
Or watch me turn into Willie Maze
On a mission for meal, and you know for sure, we gon' get it
It's the first bitch, give me your check so I can flip it
And when I do, she ain't gon' see a penny of the shit
Crime has a risk, but I'm in it for the scrilla

Gotta finalize your cash and make it greener
Electronic scale, triple beamer
Just as snaky as I wanna be, triflin' dude
Fuck goin' by the book and stickin' to them rules
Ten is the limit on the card I'm holdin'
Shitty bank Visa, but the card is stolen
Retail price just paid me half
But you gotta come right with the cash

50 ways to get my scratch on fool
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
See I'm nothin' but a killa doin' dirt for the scrilla

50 ways to get my scratch on fool
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
See I'm nothin' but a killa doin' dirt for the scrilla

I done took a few heads for the scrilla B
I hope it don't come back and haunt me
Got funked with like 7 different crews
'Cuz I done jacked, kidnapped, and did dirt to them fools
Watchin' my back, lookin' over my shoulder blades
Hella sick 'cuz I heard them niggas got granades
I'm from the base, so regardless of what I'm caught up in the tangle
Can't get up outta Dodge with this federal beeper on my ankle

Mothafuckas don't ride there no more
Get snatched up in 9-6, 5 point 0
Took to the hills, and get stable man
While a nigga ridin' off in a 'Stang
Man, I need some ends but to get the ends, I gotta sin
[Incomprehensible]let me page a nigga, lie about what others spend
Bring me a pound, I got it sold on this side of town
You got that any way I pay, fool, that's how it's goin' down

Bring in his zippers and I'mma bring the body ripper
The big dipper with a extra 30 round clipper
He brought it back, weighed out to the fullest
Little did he know, I had his name engraved on my bullet
Dumpin' like a full-serve nigga pumpin' gas
Had that heat for his ass, took his Yak and all his cash
I made a thriller, money hungry blood spiller
Straight killa, I did it for the scrilla

50 ways to get my scratch on fool
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
See I'm nothin' but a killa doin' dirt for the scrilla

50 ways to get my scratch on fool
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
See I'm nothin' but a killa doin' dirt for the scrilla

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Plan Went Sour - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Plan Went Sour
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher N Dorsey, Byron O Thomas

Lyric:
Picture, I'm always plannin' kaperz, tryin' to come up on cheese
But my kaperz goin' sour for the Lil' B.G., peep me

I was born a loser, a stank pussy abuser
Murders I'm accused 'cause I'm a AK user
Struggle for my stat to be phattest on knots
Pack Glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, it's hot

'Cause it's bumpin', got nothin' but dope traffic
Six figgas what I'm after, can't be playin' and laughin'
Young wit good sense, bent behind the tents
In front of this baller house that I'm 'bout to go in

I got it mapped up, it's planned all out
I demand you denied, them lights goin' all out
I done scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks
Hope inside they got a bird of coke and 10 G

The niggas in the project come in black like always
Invisible wit the mack, it's dark in the hallways
Creepin' so slow 'cause it's on the second flo'
I gets up there, they got a crack in the front do'

I push it wit ease, nigga freeze, get on yo knees
No keys, no G's, I find dead bodies
Two wit head shots, one nigga still breathin'
He bleedin' heavily, I'm leavin' a made G

Get back to the car, tryin' to get far as I can
Nigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin' in my hand
It's one way goin' gettin' money and the power
Gotta think again 'cause my plan went sour

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

I lay back and think again, tryin' to come up on cheese
Do what I gotta do, nigga it's all on me
Just like it's all on you to chose right from wrong
Might be a power move to go in this nigga home

I'ma handle my biz, plan it out and shit
Ain't killin' no kids but I'ma split his wig
If I have to spank his bitch, I'ma spank the ho
Get off the motherfuckin flo' and take me to the coke

Now where the stash at, where the cash at
Where the grass at, look at this
Chopper in my hand, I'ma blast that, pass that
Green shit wit Ben Franklin on it

I'll spill you nigga, ain't no need for thankin' on it
I gots to have it, up it busta, real fast
Fo' I get to the point, fuck it buster and I'll blast
You play with fire get burned, fuck wit B.G. get burnt

I'ma hustla 'til death, be trill to my last brat
I let my nuts hang, I'm 'bout money and the power
Thinkin' again 'cause my plan went sour
That's cold, man that's cold, my plan went sour

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

I planned this and I done planned that
But every time it go sour, I can't stand that
I want money and the power in my hand black
I'ma end up leavin' the game, what the fuck is that?

I done kidnapped, I done jacked, I done slung the mack
And every time the kaper over, I bring nothin' back
I have no paper and I'm sober I ain't havin' that
Any high-roller got what I want then I'm grabbin' that

All I got is my rap folder tryin' to make a mill
But they got niggas even colder tryin' to make a mill
I just be real and hope B.G., hit the jack pot
Put on the spot, every tape we drop, hit the store hot

We got a plan and we clique tight on the rise
I come out Juvey ride, Hot Boyz come out, we all ride
I'm 'bout mine and ya know to progress, gotta struggle
Do what I gotta do, gotta rap hustle

Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, fuck ya, hoes jock ya mail
You know I gotta duck but I'm tryin' to bring up tape sales
'Cause I got a plan, I got a plan to go platinum
Holdin' my dick, G's and a strap in my hand

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

Nigga, respect that, all these niggas puttin' on they black mask
Dressin' up to get dey cash, ya heard me, don't go in that kaper
If it ain't planned right 'cause it aint gon' come out right
You ain't gon' come out wit no mail, make sure you got it down pat

I done been through it and I ain't bring nothin' back
But I'm bringin' this shit to the fuckin' distribution people
And they sendin' some shit back, ya heard me, it's all gravy
Cash Money Records, Black Connection on the rise, all the time

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Z - A Week Ago - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - A Week Ago
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Christopher H Jasper, O'Kelly Isley, Shawn Carter, Ernest Isley, Bernard Isley, Ronald Isley, J Stoute, Marvin Isley

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Lyric:
Uh-huh
That's right
Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago
Last week I had everything

Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago
I had the money had the cars, the bitches
Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago
And the jewelry

And then my motherfuckin' niggaz started snitchin'
Uh-huh, uh uh, yo
Beyotch

Growin' up in the hood just my dog and me
We used to hustle in the hood for, all to see
Problems, I called on him, he called on me
We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P

Met him unlocked doors, off my keys
Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially
Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me
The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly

Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me
Got caught, and that's when our relationship strayed
Used to call me from the joint 'til he ran out of change
And when he called collect and I heard his name

I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone
He's talkin' reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone
I said, "Damn dawg, what, nine weeks and you're home?"
He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet 'cause you're home"

I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone
The crackers up there bleachin' your dome, you're reachin'
I said, "The world don't stop I've got to keep keep on"
From there I sensed the beef was on

I ran to the spot, store to add some more features to my phone
To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone
Can't be too safe 'cause niggaz is two-faced
And they show the other side when they catch a new case, it's on

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(It was all good just a week ago)

Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell
We both came in this game, blind as hell
I did a little better, had more clientele
Told you put away some cheddar now you cryin' for bail

Seventeen and I'm holdin' on to around a mill
I could bail out and blow trial and come around on the pill
Had niggaz thinkin' I was from Uptown for real
I had so much hustle plus I was down to ill

Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville
Down and dirty, down to fight the round thirty
Freezin' on them corners still holdin' my crack
Lookin' up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at?

Came from flat broke to lettin' the dough stack
You tell them feds I said I'm never goin' back
I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked, bitch
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Man shit was all good just a week ago)

The lawyer I retained you said you leakin' some things
All this after a week in the bang
I'm mad at myself 'cause I didn't spot the weak and lame
I woulda bet the house you wouldn't speak a thang

Nigga this was the oath, to the top of broke
Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us
We sposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that?
Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor

Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry
That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die
It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap
Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rap?

Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad
And your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?"
The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime scar
You'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(It was all good just a week ago)

Shit is crazy man, all these niggaz out here snitchin'
We was one step away from takin' this crack money
And recyclin' it through the ghettos and buildin' back up our own hoods
Now all you niggaz start snitchin' on each other

I got partners doin' 15-20 wouldn't been doin' shit
If you didn't snitch, beyotch
It's about time y'all check that shit out man
It ain't all good shut your mouth, just watch the game and don't snitch

It sure will do a lot for you, believe that baby
Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house main
You know I got it, got it goin' on, we got the money
Ain't got nothin' to do with crime baby but I'm recognizing

You rat bastard

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Hold Me Down - Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

Title: Hold Me Down
Album: Out Of Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith

Lyric:
Mm-hmm, hold me down, hold me down, hold me down
Ah yeah yeah hold me down, yeah, hold me down
Word up, ye-yeah, a-yeh, to hold me down, hold me down
Word to, everybody that, hold me down, yo, what?

Aiyyo P back me up now, hold me down
While I go around this town, snatchin' crowns
From those supposed, wannabe rap vocalists
If you nice get your rope and dosey-do in this
Let me know somethin' you wanna fight? Let's go somethin'
If not, close your mouth and say nothing
Y'all imitations, fuckin' up the whole situation
With sucker MC infiltration

Aiyyo straight up, you light MC's better get your weight up
I'm benchin' three hundred and change, starvin cats get ate up
Ain't that ill? How I can just stare and watch the blood spill
From an unknown rapper but now the rapper's no thrill
Now how real is that? Burnin' gats, knifes and bats
Hot rhyme, status, with the hot wax
Mixed with the street slang is where it's at
Perhaps, you should close your mouth kid and slide back

Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo P, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
PMD, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down

Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
PMD, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
PMD, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down

You got shit harder than this, Erick Serm' and Parrish Smith?
What's this? Piped out five, with the kit?
And millions to back it, keep it rugged never wack kid
This ain't just rhymin', God's on the way and he's askin'
Who's been followin' the rules, two noided, so we strap tools
And can't cool, this go out to the cats in school
It's not the norm, word bond, so get ready for the rainstorm

Too hot, fuck lukewarm, when we swarm
Yeah we swarm Mc's with the bee effect, zzzzz, sting 'em
Like Muhammad, set the scene I'm bombin' on CEO's, A&R's
Street team to a manager for the cream, we damage ya
On light-skinned, dark-skinned, albino, from a crackhead
Dopefiend , or wino, bring the Ultra-ment, stick you with the Magnetic
Give a shout, to them sweet cats, rap diabetics

Yo P, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo PMD, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down

Yo PMD, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
E-Dub, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Mic Doc, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Green Eyed Bandit, holdin' it down
Yeah, I'm holdin' you down

Niggaz tryin' to jam the frequency, when on the low
They be peepin' me and the E, DJ Scratch, EPMD
The Dream Team, who fiend for the cream since sixteen
Dodgin' po-nine and marks, with the high beams
God-body, rap style, Mazerrati catchin' bodies
E Double holdin' shit down with the sawed off shotty

What you thought? We takin' more than nickels and shorts?
Get the fuck out of here, nothin' sweet here, you get your shit torched
I spit flames at Oklahoma when done, you can smell the Sermon aroma
In a coma, burned to death, man listen, did he deserve
The kicked to the curb, ass whippin'? Believe you me, it was his destiny
For the child to end for fuckin' with men

P and I got somethin' for all y'all who stand tall
And dose dat like to ball, so we ball like Spalding
In the time of need who you calling when your career is falling?
Way down, you've been hit, lay down, hit the ground
Don't get up, stay down, relax a minute, you shouldn'ta
Put your two cents in it now you up a creek
In the back of a car that's rented

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Welcome To New York City - Lyrics - Come Home With Me - Cam'Ron

Title: Welcome To New York City
Album: Come Home With Me
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Camron Giles, Justin Gregory Smith, Shawn Carter

Lyric:
Turn the motherfuckin' music up
Just blaze man, you owe me, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Welcome to the Empire State, home of the World Trade
Birthplace of Michael Jordan, home of Biggie Smalls
Roc-A-Fella headquarters
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

Ladies an' gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov
Is definitely in the building, Brooklyn
Harlem World, stand the fuck up
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

I'm a BK brawler, Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring 'em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get 'em to Florida

Rucker game attender with the Bent parked
On the sidewalk with temp plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find you, catch me frontin' center
At the Knick game, big chain an' all my splendor

Next to Spike an' be panned left to right
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn once again if you pan left at the ice
If you the man that write checks
With the hand that don't write

I go off the head when I'm ramblin' on the mic
An' I go off the Feds when I'm scramblin' at night
An' it was off the set, I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right, Cam? Ya damn right

It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

Yo, there's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from
It don't matter if you three feet or eight one
You'll get eight from me, nine an' straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one

Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers
It's hot here, ask Mase, he ran to Atlanta

You think we know what life do, make on the motorcycle
Drinkers, they so delightful, blingin' with so much ice
In front of Sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watched by Gotti an' Girvano

It's 'La Costra Nostra', someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with chauffeur
Old coke they raise up an' snort, blaze up ya fort
Jay puff shine, cases was caught

Midnight pick fights, they love a victim
Watch him 'fore he watch you, Killa, Killa
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

I'm from 101, west to Hunt, 40th, this shit is live
Fifth floor, 56, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd, hit you from 2 1
That's on Lennox, 7th Ave was News One

Coverage, I synethestry, got Braffin defendin' me
'Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentiary
The judge said, "Is this that thug from the Kit Kat Club?"
But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to pack up

I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tug
You lookin' at rich black thugs to get that love
An' won't stop 'til I get back blood, Holla at 'em Hov

I'm from Flushin', Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle an' Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why the Johnny gun I'm holdin'
Wet niggas up like this Johnny pump is open
Homie, I play hard

It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

Y'all niggas, man, y'all can't fuck around, man
It's the Roc, bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

Diplomats man, holla, Dash, get the fuck off our dicks
[Incomprehensible]
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
I own this shit right now, man, I ain't goin' nowhere
Welcome to New York City

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