How I'M Comin' - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: How I'M Comin'
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, James Brown, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Marlon L Williams, Walter Morrison, James Todd Smith, Fred Wesley

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Lyric:
I'm comin'
I'm comin'
I'm comin'
I'm comin'

Boom bash, wake up, I set it off right
Look around and turn your wet dream to fright night
You can call me R and B homeys, which stands for rough brother
Word to my grandmother
I buck you in the head just to let ya know
Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo'
Drag it out of ya, bring it on
I smack him back down, yo dope word is bond

I know you want a piece of the champ
But you roll too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp
You thought I went for the flip
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop clip after clip
I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear
Jump inside your video, bust you with a chair

Smack slap, smack slap, smack slap, smack
Just to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back
Smack slap, smack slap, smack slap, smack
Click click boom, stop dead in your tracks
Stick the steel in your mouth
Buck buck buck buck buck, lights out

(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'

(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'

The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean
Kickin' you for real in the guillotine
Fourteen shots to your dome kid
I'm doin' time in the game like a bid
Movin' rhymes like a package
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that
And then some, dead dead dead, one by one

Never step to a real man
'Cause your rhymes only work on a playground program
They impress your little friends, bring you a little ends
But you still you gotta ride in your mans Benz
Word to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya
Gotta set you on fire 'cause I gassed ya
Boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow
Unh unh, that's the way it's goin' down
(What, what)

My new album ain't no joke
You wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
I'll never slack again, I'm off the job like the mob
Hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, make 'em soft drob
What you gotta deal with is real, made of steel
You can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eel
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you just like a meal
Take off your clothes and taste the steel

(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'

(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'

Check baby
Check baby
Check baby

Rockabye baby on the roof top
Open up your mouth and taste my gallot
When your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall
Down will come the monkey, banana clip and all
Splat, it's all over wit'
(Buck buck buck)
Another plan O.D.'ed over my war hit
The way I'm workin' and jerkin' and hurtin' brothers converted
Non-believers get murdered, 'cause I waffle birded

Get your face out the bill, catch the thrill
Carry a nine put your hootchies on the bill
The thought of you gettin' scared turns me on
Like my first television with my backup tip hard
So where's your mouth kid? Where's your heart shorty?
It's all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty
You look thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy mercy
And ain't no way that you can rehearse for me

Murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figure
It's in my tote, it's in my tote, so I pull the trigger
Put up your women, your crib, your speakers
Your dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers
Your sister, your aunt, your crew, your knicks
Got 'em booin' all you mother rappers who think that's too tough

Bam bam, here's a hit you wish you had
A hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad
Dead dead dead, kill dead, kill dead
Try to battle me I gots to buck you in your head
I pull your file, click
I know you're good to style, blow
Livin' wild, when it's come to this I never smile
What did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on your best behavior

It's never endin' and I am recommendin'
You put your name as Brendan
I see y'all that is blendin'
The message that I'm sendin'
Is there ain't no pretendin'
Get in the trunk, buy the album, here I'm endin'
(I'm comin')
This is how I'm comin'

How ya comin' baby?
How ya comin' baby?
How ya comin' baby?
How ya comin' baby?

How ya comin' baby?
How ya comin' baby?
How ya comin' baby?
How ya comin' baby?

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Comin' Back - Lyrics - Citizen Cope - Citizen Cope

Title: Comin' Back
Album: Citizen Cope
Artist: Citizen Cope
Composer(s): Clarence Greenwood

Lyric:
He was down on his luck
With his bag in the back of his black Cadillac Coupe DeVille
He had a meeting at the crossroad
But he didn't know that his soul was about to get killed

You can leave me lonely
You can take my riches
You can take my life
But my soul's been saved

He felt the cut of a sword
But the pen's mightier
Then he spread his wings
And he flew away, yeah, yeah

If anything is happening
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back

Throw your ass, mother fuckin' fascists
How you be running in the day?
Now you're gonna feel how
How to feel to be running, when you can't get away

You can leave me lonely
You can take my riches
You can take my life
But my soul's been saved

He felt the cut of a sword
But the pen's mightier
Then he spread his wings
And he flew away, yeah, yeah

If anything is happening
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back
If anything is happening
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back

I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back, yeah
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back, yeah

Well he was down on his luck
Put his bag in the back of his black Cadillac Coupe DeVille
He had a meeting at the crossroad
But he didn't know that his soul was about to get killed

You can leave me lonely
You can take my riches
You can take my life
But my soul's been saved

He felt the cut of a sword
But the pen's mightier
And he spread his wings
Then he flew away, yeah, yeah

If anything is happening
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back
If anything is happening
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back

I'm comin' back, yeah
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back, yeah
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back, yeah

I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back to stay
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back to stay
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back to stay
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back to stay
...

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Intro (Joe Budden) - Lyrics - Joe Budden - Joe Budden

Title: Intro (Joe Budden)
Album: Joe Budden
Artist: Joe Budden
Composer(s): Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, Joseph Kuleszynski, Neil Peart, Joseph Budden

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Lyric:
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
Okay
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
The time has finally come beautiful people
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
Gea, I've been singing this tune for entirely too long now
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
Well like eight, nine years, somethin' like that
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
But I'm here, only the presenter of your album
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
Featuring myself, Joe Budden
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
High haters, the time is finally near
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')

It's getting close, I'm finally scared
Scratched that the album's out y'all it's finally here
I repeat myself to the haters y'all I'm finally here
(Haters y'all)
Every street corner jail cell finally cheer
But it was y'all that voted me
Y'all that noticed me
It was y'all that said I should've been signed to Def Poetry
It was y'all that said yes y'all can flow a tree
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
Mama raised me proper, the streets just molded me
The streets coded me made me a better pedigree
Now things are complicated like Avril Lavigne said it be
But I took some time out to get my shit straight
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
And present to you Jumpoff seventy minute mix tape
This here for real, this here's the official
(Oh, I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
This here is not a best of, this is the best of
How can I say this
It's sorta like Hov, Pac, Shade
Blended with Bill Withers and Miles Davis
Let's add Al Green, folks I miscalculated
(Lets)
Now it's Ludacris time, move get out my way bitch
(I'm a rapper)
A rapper's rap and a kid can't do this
To you ignorant motherfuckas don't misconstrue this
Everything's reversed now I live in the Matrix
So how can I stay anonomyous when it's my job to be famous
A lot of y'all can interpret when I'm speaking that language
But some better understand to the rest it's better you can't
Now when you speak with the elite
(I'm comin', I'm comin')
I get honored admission
Because the gold is on top
Never honorable mention
This Joe's purpose is to do
Now here there's no further anew
Enough said with no further ado

(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
Gea

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Intro - Lyrics - Joe Budden

Title: Intro
Artist: Joe Budden
Composer(s): Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, Joseph Kuleszynski, Neil Peart, Joseph Budden

Lyric:
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
Okay
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
The time has finally come beautiful people
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
Gea, I've been singing this tune for entirely too long now
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
Well like eight, nine years, somethin' like that
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
But I'm here, only the presenter of your album
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
Featuring myself, Joe Budden
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
High haters, the time is finally near
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')

It's getting close, I'm finally scared
Scratched that the album's out y'all it's finally here
I repeat myself to the haters y'all I'm finally here
(Haters y'all)
Every street corner jail cell finally cheer
But it was y'all that voted me
Y'all that noticed me
It was y'all that said I should've been signed to Def Poetry
It was y'all that said yes y'all can flow a tree
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
Mama raised me proper, the streets just molded me
The streets coded me made me a better pedigree
Now things are complicated like Avril Lavigne said it be
But I took some time out to get my shit straight
(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
And present to you Jumpoff seventy minute mix tape
This here for real, this here's the official
(Oh, I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
This here is not a best of, this is the best of
How can I say this
It's sorta like Hov, Pac, Shade
Blended with Bill Withers and Miles Davis
Let's add Al Green, folks I miscalculated
(Lets)
Now it's Ludacris time, move get out my way bitch
(I'm a rapper)
A rapper's rap and a kid can't do this
To you ignorant motherfuckas don't misconstrue this
Everything's reversed now I live in the Matrix
So how can I stay anonomyous when it's my job to be famous
A lot of y'all can interpret when I'm speaking that language
But some better understand to the rest it's better you can't
Now when you speak with the elite
(I'm comin', I'm comin')
I get honored admission
Because the gold is on top
Never honorable mention
This Joe's purpose is to do
Now here there's no further anew
Enough said with no further ado

(I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin')
Gea

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Want What I Got - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: Want What I Got
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Lana Moorer, Gerard Thomas, Missy Elliott, Donald L Holmes, Aleesha Richards

Lyric:
I can rock a party with a glass of Hennessey
I know I make y'all sick with the way I boogie
My fake ass friends wanna hang out tonight
I?ll tell ?em follow me then I?ll ditch ?em at the light

I see ?em at the club, they wanna know why I?m whilin?
'Cause I smoke weed now I?m high like a pilot
Spendin? more cheese than you throw on a salad
Hand me my mike, if you ?bout it, then I?m ?bout it

Mmmm, yea I?m ?bout it
Don?t doubt it, don?t doubt it
I?m the MC Lyte but boo please don?t crowd me
'Cause my security might get rowdy
Make ?em punch you out and watch your vision go cloudy

Now all you freaks wanna speak 'cuz I?m back
Stick to your gossip like the glue to your tracks
I never liked your ass, by the way, 'cuz you?re wack
Give a dog a bone so here?s a Lyte snack

Yo, yo
Want what I got? Come through then
You at home wit? a safe you ain?t got nothin? in
Ask how I got it and keep it comin? in
From hustlin?, doublin? and publishin?

Want what I got? Come through then
You at home wit? a safe you ain?t got nothin? in
Ask how I got it and keep it comin? in
From hustlin?, doublin? and publishin?

Used to be a rookie singin? Latti Datti
Now me and Missy beco rockin? the party
Flooded Movado, ain?t I fly though
Never let ?em see you comin?, that?s my motto

I?m on it, I?m on it, I had the nigga goin?
Said I was a hot tomali, mind blowin?
It?s crucial, how some folks get bourgeois
Or bourgeois, did I lose you or did you lose me?

Either way we miles apart
I?m hittin? the ribbon, you at the start
I?m never, ever, ever, gonna let you think
That your shit don?t stink

So don?t come around here thinkin? you can?t get it
You?ll be the first to admit it
How you got punked by hip hop?s greatest
Missy and Lyte bringin? you the latest, yo, yo

Want what I got? Come through then
You at home wit? a safe you ain?t got nothin? in
Ask how I got it and keep it comin? in
From hustlin?, doublin? and publishin?

Want what I got? Come through then
You at home wit? a safe, you ain?t got nothin? in
Ask how I got it and keep it comin? in
From hustlin?, doublin? and publishin?

I treat niggas like they my hoe
Blaze ?em then I go, straight to the Nikko
Meet another Puerto Rico
Cute like tico, copy me like kinko

You know I?ma freak, yo
I don?t love them amigos
I?m straight to their pockets
Bow all their sockets

I?m plush like carpet
They wanna stick the target
I don?t give a fuck what you rock
'Cuz you see what I got, you want what I got

Want what I got? Come through then
You at home wit? a safe, you ain?t got nothin? in
Ask how I got it and keep it comin? in
From hustlin?, doublin? and publishin?

Want what I got? Come through then
You at home wit? a safe you ain?t got nothin? in
Ask how I got it and keep it comin? in
From hustlin?, doublin? and publishin?
Want what I got

Want what I got? Come through then
You at home wit? a safe you ain?t got nothin? in
Ask how I got it and keep it comin? in
From hustlin?, doublin? and publishin?

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Comin' Around - Lyrics - Juliette And The Licks

Title: Comin' Around
Artist: Juliette And The Licks
Composer(s): Juliette Lewis, Linda Perry

Lyric:
You told a lie
You make up stories
You say, "Wake up, I'm stuck
I'm comin' around, I'm on fire"

You're so alive
You got the good juice
I feel alright, up-tight
I'm comin' around, I'm in my mode
I'm comin' around

I'm goin' 'round and 'round
And I'm comin' around
You're goin' 'round and 'round
And you're comin' around

I gotta feel you right now
Comin' around
I'm on fire
I'm comin' around

I'm on fire
I got nothin' to lose
There's so much at stake
Why can't I make you feel used?

I see your two eyes
I need a torchlight
They say, I'm on, I'm off
I got the game the ladies all want
You're comin' around

You're goin' 'round and 'round
And you're comin' around
I'm goin' 'round and 'round
And I'm comin' around

I gotta feel you right now
Comin' around
I'm on fire
I'm comin' around

It's somethin' within
I can tell you
I like a good nite
A kiss and a simple goodbye

How many of you have ever been
All alone and you're waitin' for that call?
I just get so hot, you know?

You're so alive, you got the good juice
I feel alright, I'm all up-tight
I'm comin' around, I'm in my mode

I fell you, baby, when you're so alive
Comin' around, comin' around
I gotta feel you right now
I'm on fire
I'm comin' around

I feel alright, I'm all up-tight
I'm waitin', I, I want you
I need you, I gotta have you

You're so alive
You're so alive
You're so alive

A-a-around
A-a-round
A-a-around
A-a-round

I feel you, baby
I'm comin' around
I feel you, I'm comin' around
I'm on fire

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Sean Olson - Lyrics - Korn

Title: Sean Olson
Artist: Korn
Composer(s): Brian Welch, Jonathan Housmon Davis, Reginald Arvizu, James Christian Shaffer, David Randall Silveria

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Lyric:
What's your lie?

Warm glance a fake smile
Eyes meet your mind runs wild
This game you play I like in a way

You expect to grab a child
You think I'm innocent not wild
Take me let's see how much I'm tamed

Everybody listen while I think of all I know
How to live for sure body wall into my precious soul
I'll show you fears, pleasure pain is my control
Let your body lay in there, warm flesh to your fear

Warm lips, a big smile
Hatred runs through your insides
This game you play intimidation each day

You think it's all a lie
They want to destroy your life
Anger twisted your life into pain

I wish I could take control
I wish I could let go
I wish I could break this mold
Inside I'm so fucking cold

I'm coming, I'm coming on you
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming on you
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming on you
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming

Warm glance a fake smile
Eyes meet your mind runs wild
This game you play I like in a way

You expect to grab a child
You think I'm innocent not wild
Take me let's see how much I'm tamed

Everybody listen while I become all I know
How to live for sure body wall into my precious soul
I'll show you fears, pleasure pain is my control
Let your body hang in there, warm flesh to your fear

I wish I could lose control
I wish I could let go
I wish I could break this mold
Inside I'm so fuckin' cold
Weapons inside so the truth unfolds

I am done
That was so fun
This one's real
How did it feel, it feel?

What's comin', what's comin', what's comin' on you?
What's comin', what's comin', what's comin' on you?
What's comin', what's comin', what's comin' on you?
What's comin', what's comin', what's comin' on you?

I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming on you
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming on you
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming on you
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming on you

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I Know You Know - Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Title: I Know You Know
Album: Reality Check
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Nathan Perez, Michael Caren, Terius Gray, Tremaine Aldon Neverson

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Lyric:
Put ya feet up in my shoes for a minute
Shawty peep the way, I do how I'm livin'
You steadily trippin', say I'm trickin with the women
Girl, don't make me start flippin' everything is what I'm givin', I know

I know I'm comin' home to big fine after my day done
All concerned about how I'm feelin' and if I ate somethin'
You always hear the bullshit stories and never say nothin'
'Cause all of 'em in search for a man, that's why they stay sufferin'

Though you may think I'm from this bitch to the next
A nigga be out here tryna get him a check, but I prefer cash
For me and you so don't even much get ya nerves bad
They want attention and they don't even deserve that

Girl, you miss Juve what you think I don't care
What you think I'm bout to go sacrifice this shit for that there
They wanna catch the biggest fish in the sea, but he ain't swimmin'
'Cause he satisfied and ain't lookin' forward to other women

I know, you know
Just 'cause they shakin', don't mean I'm takin'
I know, you know
Just 'cause they holla, don't mean I follow

I know, you know
Just 'cause they throw it, don't mean I'm catchin'
I know, you know
No matter how long I'm gone, I'm always comin' home to you

You gotta believe me, you don't have to police me
I be up in the streets makin' sure that me and you eat see
Women try to tease me but I tell 'em be easy
My family needs me, so I'm goin' where my seeds be

I can sign ya poster but I cannot intercourse ya
They really wanna solider that's why the bendin' it over
Holla at big daddy I'm comin' home like I 'ppose ta
With a big ole bag of groceries and somethin' that we can smoke up

We don't need a passion 'cause me and you is what's happenin'
They thought we wasn't adaptin' now everybody congratin'
Forget all of that yappin' as long as we keep interactin'
And we keep on attractin' to each other with a passion

I know, you know
Just 'cause they shakin', don't mean I'm takin'
I know, you know
Just 'cause they holla, don't mean I follow

I know, you know
Just 'cause they throw it, don't mean I'm catchin'
I know, you know
No matter how long I'm gone, I'm always comin' home to you

When the big dog is in ya they gon'wanna bother a g
Wanna leave way at night and come tomorrow with me
Yup so they can put a nigga business all in the streets
Out here tellin' folks she gotta problem recordin' for keeps

She got big Randy Johnson tryna get me to the place
Hopin' I recognize her curve but I can't even relate
Now they be at the red light flashin' me with they head lights
I know how to play it like, tell 'em to get they head right

I'm not tryna touch her so you can keep ya lil' rubber
You too young for me why ya tryna get me in trouble
She know that I love her, look we was meant for each other
And she gon' act a fool when she with me under the cover

I know, you know
Just 'cause they shakin', don't mean I'm takin'
I know, you know
Just 'cause they holla, don't mean I follow

I know, you know
Just 'cause they throw it, don't mean I'm catchin'
I know, you know
No matter how long I'm gone, I'm always comin' home

I know, you know
Just 'cause they shakin', don't mean I'm takin'
I know, you know
Just 'cause they holla, don't mean I follow

I know, you know
Just 'cause they throw it, don't mean I'm catchin'
I know, you know
No matter how long I'm gone, I'm always comin' home to you

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No Entiendes La Onda (How I Could Just Kill A Man) - Lyrics - Los Grandes Exitos en Español - Cypress Hill

Title: No Entiendes La Onda (How I Could Just Kill A Man)
Album: Los Grandes Exitos en Español
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Jimmy Mccracklin, Lawrence Muggerud, Lowell Fulson, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
It's another one of them ol' phunky Cypress Hill things
You know what I'm sayin' ?
And it goes like this

Hey, don't miss out on what you're passin'
You're missin' the hootah, of the funky Buddha
Eluder of your fucked up styles
I get wicked, so come on
As Cypress starts to kick it
'Cause we're like the outlaws stridin'
While suckers are hidin'

Jump behind the bush
When they see [Incomprehensible] drivin' by
Hangin' out the window
With my magnum takin' out some putos
Actin' kinda loco, I'm just another local
Kid from the street getting paid from my vocals

Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand

I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit
Yo, because nothin' is comin' from it
I'm not gonna waste no time
Fuckin' around my gat straight hummin'
Hummin', comin' at ya
Yeah, ya know I had to gatt ya
Time for some action, just a fraction of friction
I got the clearance, to run the interference
Into your satellite, shinin' a battle light
Sen got the gatt an' I know that he'll gatt you right

Here's an example, just a little sample
How I could just kill a man
One time tried to come in my home
Take my chrome, I said, "Yo, it's on
Take cover, son, or you're assed out"
How do you like my chrome
Then I watched the rookie pass out
Didn't have to blast him, but I did anyway
That young punk had to pay
So I just killed a man

Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

It's gonna be a long time before I finish
One of the many missions that I had to establish
To lite my spliff, ignite you with insight
So if you ain't down, bullshit
Say some punk tried to get you for your auto
Would you call the one time and play the role model?
No, I think you'll play like a thug
Next you hear the shot of a magnum slug

Hummin', comin' at ya
Yeah, ya know I'm gonna gatt ya
How do you know where I'm at
When you haven't been where I've been?
Understand where I'm comin' from
When you're up on the hill in your big home
I'm out here riskin' my dome
Just for a bucket, or a fast duck it
Just to stay alive, yo, I got to say "Fuck it"

Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand

All I wanted was a Pepsi

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How Gangstas Roll - Lyrics - Get Money, Stay True - Paul Wall

Title: How Gangstas Roll
Album: Get Money, Stay True
Artist: Paul Wall
Composer(s): Marvin P Gaye, James Nyx, Crystal Slayton, Paul Michael Slayton, Leroy Williams

Lyric:
You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

I'm higher than a top flite, throwed 'em like a splitter
My pockets keep gettin' bigger 'cuz I'm one bad figga
Boppas 'n' gold diggaz on the track, at work
I'm hurtin' feelins in dat Benz wit a deuce and a Squirt

I'm a filibuster for hustlers, invadin' dem mark bustaz
Leanin' like I'm on crutches as I ski taste slurp
Swangin' and woodworkin', convertin' these closed curtains
For certain, I better not spill no purple drank on my shirt

I'm hustle for occupation, I'm grindin', paper chasin'
These boys are steady hatin', so this pistol, I'm embracin'
Dat Lac is so amazin' and da elbows is skatin'
Cranker wires 'n' vogue tires, one hell of collaboration

Amos, Farris 'n' Slaton, we, Jordan, Jackson 'n' Pippen
Banana clip for dem snitches tryin' to monkey wrench my pimpin'
Never been caught slippin' 'cuz dat glock, I hold
Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

I'm comin' down in a candy Lac, old skool
Wavin' trunk on dem punks, act a fool
Tippin' paint, drippin' wet like a pool
Breakin' brews, neck cool, it's full of jewels

Rumor is dat dem jackass on da sideline, schemin' and plottin'
But my mind on dem boppaz, if I spot 'em I got 'em
I got slabs, I got foreigns wit da seats, all plush
I got brandy wine gloss, baby, please don't touch

I got 20s, I got 4s I got screens and such
Boppaz yappin' 'cuz they say I tend to cap too much
I got starch in my jeans and da crease so sharp
Headlights on my ear when the night get dark

White ones on my toes, brand new, out the box
Interior decorate the watch, I'm connectin the dots
I got stocks, I got money, that's a fat billfold
Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

Hatin' is so contagious, these days, there's no cure
This new outbreak creatin' is out of hand for sure
These boys are steady lyin', my money is multiplyin'
Look close, there's no denyin', them boys softer than fur

Killa kush smoke, I blow as the lungs inhale
Gangsta leanin' on dat oil, I got a story to tell
Laws trippin' when they see me askin', "What's that smell?"
Raw FedEx-ed me some x pills, we call it email

Lights, camera, action, I'm the shit and I show it
A young gangsta hood boy, so fly and I know it
Steady breakin' boys off, 5 karat in earlobe
Givin' somethin' that you can feel, my swangas is in vogue

I'm too cool for school, all work no play
Impeccable with this pen, I got somethin' to say
My repertoire is throwed, I follow the G code
Let me tell ya how I roll, come on

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

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Toy Soldier - Lyrics - Blackout - Britney Spears

Title: Toy Soldier
Album: Blackout
Artist: Britney Spears
Composer(s): Sean Garrett, Christian Karlsson, Magnus Wallbert, Pontus Johan Winnberg

Lyric:
Yeah, smash on the radio
Bet I penned it

(Britney, break me off)
Ooh, toy soldier
(Britney, break me off)
Ooh, toy soldier

(Britney, break me off)
Ooh, toy soldier
(Britney, break me off)
Ooh, toy soldier

I'm out the door, it's automatic, simple, babe
(Why you wanna do that to me?)
I'm like a fire bottle bustin' in your face
(Why you wanna do that to me?)

So tired of you being up in my space
How much more could I take?
I'm tired of private drivers
Need a general that ain't weak

When I shut the door leavin' with my bags
Hit the scene in my new wagon
Bet he gonna wish he knew
The type of fun that I'm gettin' into

Peek-a-boo, he good
Doin' things you wish you could
He's not talkin', he's just walkin'
Like them city boys from New York

This time I need a soldier
A really bad ass soldier
That know how to take, take care of me
I'm so damn glad that's over

This time I need a soldier
I'm sick of toy soldiers
A boy that knows how to take care of me
Won't be just comin' over

I don't want no more
(Toy soldiers)
I'm simply sick and tired of those
(Toy soldiers)

I don't want no more
(Toy soldiers)
I'm simply sick and tired of those
(Toy soldiers)

I want it more than ever now
I realized that they ain't listenin'
Like a princess supposed to get it
That's why I'm dustin' off my fitted

Comin' back looking delicious
Yes I know they wanna kiss me
Now I hold them at attention
'Cause new Britney's on a mission

When I shut the door leavin' with my bags
Hit the scene in my new wagon
Bet he gonna wish he knew
The type of fun that I'm gettin' into

Peek-a-boo, he good
Doin' things you wish you could
He's not talkin', he's just walkin'
Like them city boys from New York

This time I need a soldier
A really bad ass soldier
That know how to take, take care of me
I'm so damn glad that's over

This time I need a soldier
I'm sick of toy soldiers
A boy that knows how to take care of me
Won't be just comin' over

Brit, I heard that he was sayin'
He's still in love with you and
Brit, I heard he sayin'
He could stay if he wanted to and

Brit, I heard that every man
Out here is wantin' you now
Brit, I heard, I heard
What you gonna do now?

This time I need a soldier
A really bad ass soldier
That know how to take, take care of me
I'm so damn glad that's over

This time I need a soldier
I'm sick of toy soldiers
A boy that knows how to take care of me
Won't be just comin' over

(I need, I'm so sick of toy soldiers)
The boy that knows how to take care of me
Won't be just comin' over, comin' over, comin' over
(I need, I'm so sick of toy soldiers)
The boy that knows how to take care of me
Won't be just comin' over

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Hand On The Clock - Lyrics - Cypress Hill

Title: Hand On The Clock
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill

Cruisin' through the neighborhood, some say I'm no good
Claimin' I'm a criminal but let's make it understood
Just one man with a whole lot of homeboys
Ya get the click of the glock when I pull of the chrome toy

Check me an' I'll check you back
Then jump back to my big Buddah like I'm not a bad guy
But don't take advantage, I'm throwin' out the garbage
Just show me where the can is

All I was doin' was searchin' for the boon
Then some punk tried to hit me with a broom
Lucky I ducked quick or else I'd be assed up
Last thing I wanted was have to pull a gatt out
Here comes a nigga an' he's got a .38
Well, my roundhouse said hey, yo, I'm shootin' up straight

'Cuz I put away the shotgun, borrow me a glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me but homie got shot
La la la la, la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense

Couple o' niggas from the east side fuckin' up ya program
No one witnessed but they heard the gun blast
Left the problem unsolved, now I'm gonna sum up
How people gettin' hurt in the process of the come up

Gotta with the fools that'll wait for you to run up
Rollin' in the hood that's already shot up
Pocket full of gatts an' see if we can spot the
Homie that's slick in the process of the dip

When we find this out gonna unload the clip
An' take a little trip down to Rio
My neighborhood's hot an' so I gots to go chill

'Cuz I put away the shotgun, borrow me a glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me but homie got shot
La la la la, la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense

Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I'll load a clip, let's see if you can deal with
'Cuz the bulletproof vest ain't shit
When the infrared's pointin' at your head, kid

An' that's just too bad, yo
Now I'm headed up a river in a boat with no paddle
Shoulda put the glock down
Now they got me in lockdown

Livin' like a nigga that done lost his mind
'Cuz self defense turns to the offense
But nobody even really knows that
All they see is me an' the gatt

Up in the court room, lookin' at the jury
Starin' down the punk ass District Attorney
La la la la, la la la la
Verdict's in, you're not guilty as charged

'Cuz I put away the shotgun, borrow me a glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me but homie got shot
La la la la, la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense

Understand where I'm comin' from
Cypress Hill
Understand where I'm comin' from
Cypress Hill

Understand where I'm comin' from
Cypress Hill
Understand where I'm comin' from
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill

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Everything They Owe - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Everything They Owe
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Imagine if we could go back
Actually talk to the mother fuckers that persevered
I mean the first motherfuckers that came in the slave ships
Excuse me, excuse me you know look

We back for everything you owe, no longer oppressed
'Cause now we overthrow those that placed us in this rotten mess
But let's agree on strategy and pick out enemies right
Who stands accused of the abuse my own, kind do right
Pardon, not disregardin' what you thinkin'?
But you musta been the ship
'Cause once I rip your whole shit is sinkin'

Supreme ideology, you claim to hold
Claimin' that we all drug dealers with empty souls
That used to tempt me to roll, commit to violence
In the midst of an act of war, witnesses left silent
Shatter, black talon style, thoughts I throw
It remains in your brain then ofcourse it grows

Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise
Picture a life where black babies can survive past five
But we must have hope, quotin' the reverand from the pulpit
Refuse to turn the other cheek we must defeat the evil culprit
Lace me with words of destruction and I'll explode
But supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow

This ain't bout talkin' bout problems, I bring solutions
Where's the restitution, stipulated through the constitution
You violated, now I'm back to haunt your nights
Listen to the screams of the lives you sacrificed
And in case you don't know, ghetto born black seeds still grow
We comin' back for everythin' you owe

I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me
Motherfuckers are runnin' and duckin'
How do you plead Mr. Shakur, how do you plead?
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission wit a bad mentality
How do I plead? Yes sir, how do you plead?
Armed with missiles guns grenades
Shit, you know how I plead comeon
Pull out the pin, free I'm comin'

Not guilty on the grounds of insanity it was them or me
Bustin' at my innocent family, say they lookin for kiss
I was home alone, blind to the prelude
Bust in, talkin' about, "Where is the quaaludes?" What you say fool?
Where in the hell is the search warrant?
No feedback is what he uttered
Before he screamed nigga motherfucker

Dropped me to my knees I proceed to bleed
Sufferin' a rain of blows to my hands and knees
Will I survive, is God watchin'?
I grab his gat and bust in self defense, my only option, goddamn
Now they got me goin' to the county jail
And my family can't pay this outrageous bail

Try to offer me a deal, they told me if I squeal
Move me, and my people, to a mansion in brazil
Not me, so this is how it ends, no friends
I'll be stressed and they just, reposessed my Benz
Told the judge it was self defense, he won't listen
So I'm bumpin' this in federal prison, givin everything I owe

I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me
Motherfuckers are runnin' and duckin'
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission wit a bad mentality
Armed with missiles guns grenades
Pull out the pin, free I'm comin'

I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me
Motherfuckers are runnin' and duckin'
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission with a bad mentality
Armed with missiles guns grenades
Pull out the pin, free I'm comin'

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Curious - Lyrics - 3LW - 3lw

Title: Curious
Album: 3LW
Artist: 3lw
Composer(s): Sean K. Hall, Johnathan Baker, Nate Butler

Lyric:
There's some things on my mind
I don't know that if I should be thinkin'
Am I wastin' my time thinkin' 'bout
You and I and these feelings?

'Coz I see you and me holdin' hands
Doin' things, goin' further
But they say we're too young
And those things will come, I'm just curious

When can I touch you?
When can I kiss you?
I'm curious
Nothin' more than a girl
Comin' straight from the heart
I'm just feelin' us

Thinkin' 'bout you and me
Thinkin' 'bout how it feels
I'm curious
I just wanna know what
True love is, though
I'm just feelin' us

On the phone, in the bed
On my back, starin' at the ceiling
When I'm talkin' to you
What I feel, is it true? I'm wondering

Well, I tell it and I
What I feel deep inside, it keeps burning
Does my man understand everything that I am?
I'm just curious, I'm just curious

When can I touch you?
When can I kiss you?
I'm curious
Nothin' more than a girl
Comin' straight from the heart
I'm just feelin' us

Thinkin' 'bout you and me
Thinkin' 'bout how it feels
I'm curious
I just wanna know what
True love is, though
I'm just feelin' us

If I could have things my way
We'd go pass time
Maybe we'd do the things
I'm thinkin' in my mind

And all the things I want to know, I'd know
The places we'd explore, I'd go
But now I see us both together
Learnin' more about each other

When can I touch you?
When can I kiss you?
I'm curious
Nothin' more than a girl
Comin' straight from the heart
I'm just feelin' us

Thinkin' 'bout you and me
Thinkin' 'bout how it feels
I'm curious
I just wanna know what
True love is, though
I'm just feelin' us

When can I touch you?
When can I kiss you?
I'm curious
Nothin' more than a girl
Comin' straight from the heart
I'm just feelin' us

Thinkin' 'bout you and me
Thinkin' 'bout how it feels
I'm curious
I just wanna know what
True love is, though
I'm just feelin' us

You know boy
We both know that we have a thing for each other
And it's natural for us to both wonder
What it would be like

But the time is not right
And I hope you're satisfied
Because I'm satisfied
Just bein' curious

When can I touch you?
When can I kiss you?
I'm curious
Nothin' more than a girl
Comin' straight from the heart
I'm just feelin' us

Thinkin' 'bout you and me
Thinkin' 'bout how it feels
I'm curious
I just wanna know what
True love is, though
I'm just feelin' us

When can I touch you?
When can I kiss you?
I'm curious

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East Coast - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: East Coast
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): D Lynch, C Charity, Andre Weston, Willie Hines, Jason Hunter

Lyric:
Now, I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this
It's like that y'all, you don't stop

Now, I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this
It's like that y'all, you don't stop

Now, I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks
[Unverified] are jumpin' out of shoes and socks

Higgity, hey hun, check out the way I friggity freak the track
I diggity-do-ray-me-fah-so nigga me go like that
Wit the books, iggity-oops, I get more poop crocks for jingle
I giggity-gots the rhymes like [unverified] got the wrinkle
Check the real wild, my ill style gets worked out like Bundy

I piggity-pack the skits, so save the shit, I'll take you, mundy
Yes it's I, the yippity zippity bad boy with papers
I higgity-hump and rump cos I'm rough like sandpaper
So pucker up and whistle, I blast just like a pistol
And sharp like a thumbtack and kick like Ninjitsu

I sling raps for hand claps and toe taps, I'm bound, silly creep
I leave a rapper with a single bound
Yes, I rips up the West, I'm the best, I'm no jokin'

I run up shit creek and freak the backstroke
So Books freak it, provide the funk alligator
Yo ,I'm out but I'll be back like Schwarzenegger

Wiggity-wait a minute, giggity-guess who, well it's me
The bumble B boogity woogity book the loopy
Double okay iggity S, I'm slick
I giggity-got more stiggity-styles than Moby got Dick
Oh shit, I'm swingin' it from the East Coast, sure

I don't surf but got more props than Pop Smurf
Who? Me, yep, look at the way I'm slingin' it to ya poppy
I riggity rock the crowd at the Grand Ole Opi
But when speakin' upon myself, I stays private like Benjamin
Honey, I'll knock the boots and if you're tough I'll knock the Timberland's

Ooh, miggity-major Rolex and tick tock
I'm runnin' my tongue with the quickness
Now I'm back like Alfred Hitchcock
I'm shod-dy, I'm swingin' it like a San Diego Padre

Brooklyn's in the house so mother fuck, we go swavy
I don't need to diss ya but excuse me Mister
I'm sinkin' ya battleships just ask professor or the skipper and down

Now, I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this
It's like that y'all, you don't stop

Now, I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this
It's like that y'all, you don't stop

Yo I'm back, black, heavens to Betsy, time to get deuce
I take a bite outta crime, wash it down with some juice
I'm not the new kids, but I'm knockin' blocks off, sonny
Yep, I rock like the Stones 'cos I'm rollin' in the money
So diggity-ask about, I know you digs me like a shovel

I kick straps for sport cos I'm short like Barney Rubble
Check the slang, boogity-bang, I goes berserk
When I flex like Popeye, I fight like Cap' Kirk
So bozo, I'm knockin' 'em out the box by the pair-em
High strung, my tongue got moves like Fred Astaire

Tally racker, I'm dapper, the rootin' tootin' rapper
I diggity-drops the funk so you can call me yippity-yapper
The slippery slick sister, stiggity-start the grammar

I'm comin' like the Red Coats to toast an MC Hammer
So jumpin' jahosa, that's yes iree
The Books in reverse kicks a verse like, BBD

I whips it, I smacks it, I flips it
With slick shit, when shit hits the fan, man, I slaps lips
Like lipstick, I'm harder than a hard-on, never tend up like fiddles
I bust foots for kicks, eat up Trix and some Skittles
then I'll giggle, higgity Hallelujah to to dabber day, I'll do ya

I'm the baddest, got more fans than Red Jarvis makes a cowboy
I skip, flip back to Dallas, he's the Don
Have you seen my gray poupon?
Bust this, we roll more spliffs than Cheech and Chong
We can do this, I kiggity-can't lose like Martha Lewis

Get the picture, I rock upon misfa if I was you is
Goddamn, I'm sittin' on the bay by the dock
Smokin', strokin' on my big fat cock
'Cos spare you, breaker 1-9, what's ya handle?
'Cos now I got the siggity-sock soup like Campbell's and down

Now, I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this
It's like that y'all, you don't stop

Now, I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this
It's like that y'all, you don't stop

Now, I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this
It's like that y'all, you don't stop

Now, I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this
It's like that y'all, you don't stop

Now, I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this
It's like that y'all, you don't stop

Now, I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this
It's like that y'all, you don't stop

Now, I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this
It's like that y'all, you don't stop

Now, I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this
It's like that y'all, you don't stop

Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this
It's like that y'all, you don't stop

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52 - Never Look Away - Lyrics - Behind The Music - Kj

Title: 52 - Never Look Away
Album: Behind The Music
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Jonah Sorrentino, Aaron Sprinkle

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Lyric:
I once was lost
But then You found me, loved me
And I'm never gonna look away
No, I'm never gonna look away

You paid the cost
You showed me how You bought me
And I'm never gonna look away
No, I'm never gonna look away, away

Now who am I? The thief nobody cares about
The kind that run up in your house, steal your jewels and couch
Been on the run for so long but they caught me now
They hung me on this cross so long and I see the crowd
But next to me is someone who I heard about
They said He heals the blind an lame but I got my doubts
So what's His name? I can't remember
Someone screamed it out, said, it was Jesus
But this Man, He didn't make a sound

He hung there breathing with the blood runnin' down His mouth
He had been beaten, crown of thorns now was on His brow
See, what I've done is just the reason why I'm hangin' now
But this man is innocent and I can see it now
I said ?Jesus, are You listenin'? You hear me now?
Remember me just on the day you bring Your kingdom down
I wanna change my ways, I really want Ya freedom now
He took my sin away and this is why I say it now

I once was lost
But then You found me, loved me
And I'm never gonna look away
No, I'm never gonna look away

You paid the cost
You showed me how You bought me
And I'm never gonna look away
No, I'm never gonna look away, away

He turned His head and said, ?Today ya gonna be with Me
'Cause very soon, I'll be dead but I'm a set you free
'Cause every drop that I bled is so that you will see
That it was shed for you to be with Me eternally"
The other thief, he just laughed at what He said to me
Said, ?You ain't comin' back, Ya nothing what you claim to be
If You was King, then why they hang Ya next to me?
See, what I think is that You're a liar and it's plain to see"

But Jesus silent and soon the time begin to pass
He cried, ?It is finished" and went an breathed His last
He died, the sky was rumblin', it started turnin' black
But I knew He'd come again because I knew the facts
My time to die is comin' soon and it's comin' fast
It's hard to breathe, I'm tryin' to, I begin to gasp
I can't deny what is true 'cause it's all I have
And now I knew the Paradise was where I'm heading now

I once was lost
But then You found me, loved me
And I'm never gonna look away
No, I'm never gonna look away

You paid the cost
You showed me how You bought me
And I'm never gonna look away
No, I'm never gonna look away, away

I had a debt I could not pay
Your love broke through took it away
I once was lost but now I'm found
To you, I make this joyful sound

Please remember me, Lord, when you come again
Time is passin' by, my life is comin' to the end
I'm about to die, it's time, so please let me in
Please remember me, Lord, just when you come again

Please remember me, Lord, when you come again
Time is passin' by, my life is comin' to the end
I'm about to die, it's time, so please let me in
Please remember me, Lord, just when you come again

I once was lost
But then You found me, loved me
And I'm never gonna look away
No, I'm never gonna look away

You paid the cost
You showed me how You bought me
And I'm never gonna look away
No, I'm never gonna look away, away

I once was lost
But then You found me, loved me
And I'm never gonna look away
No, I'm never gonna look away

You paid the cost
You showed me how You bought me
And I'm never gonna look away
No, I'm never gonna look away, away

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Homecoming - Lyrics - Graduation - Kanye West

Title: Homecoming
Album: Graduation
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Warryn S Ii Campbell, Chris Martin, Kanye West, Tony Williams

Lyric:
Yeah
And you say Chi City
Chi City, Chi City

I'm comin' home again
Do you think about me now and then?
Do you think about me now and then?
'Cause I'm comin' home again, 'min' home again

I met this girl when I was three years old
And what I loved most, she had so much soul
She said, "Excuse me, little homie, I know you don't know me
But my name is Wendy and I like to blow trees"

And from that point I never blow her off
Niggas come from outta town, I like to show her off
They like to act tough, she like to tow 'em off
And make 'em straighten up their act 'cause she know they soft

And when I grew up, she showed me how to go downtown
And at nighttime my face lit up, so astoundin'
And I told her in my heart is where she always be
She never mess with entertainers 'cause they always leave

She said it felt like they walked and drove on me
Knew I was gang affiliated, got on TV and told on me
I guess it's why last winter she got so cold on me
She said, "Ye
Keep makin' that, keep makin' that platinum and gold for me"

(I'm comin' home again)
Do you think about me now and then?
Do you think about me now and then?
'Cause I'm comin' home again, 'min' home again

Do you think about me now and then?
Do you think about me now and then?
Oh, now I'm comin' home again
Maybe we could start again

But if you really cared for her
Then you wouldn't've never hit the airport
To follow your dream, sometimes I still talk to her
But when I talk to her, it always seems like she talkin' about me

She said, "You left your kids and they just like you
They wanna rap and make soul beats just like you
But they just not you and I just got through
Talkin' 'bout what niggas tryin' to do just not new"

Now everybody got the game figured out all wrong
I guess you never know what you got 'til it's gone
I guess this is why I'm here and I can't come back home
And guess when I heard that when I was back home

Every interview I'm representin' you, makin' you proud
Reach for the stars so if you fall you land on a cloud
Jump in the crowd, spark your lighters, wave 'em around
And if you don't know by now, I'm talkin' about Chi Town

(I'm comin' home again)
Do you think about me now and then?
Do you think about me now and then?
'Cause I'm comin' home again, 'min' home again

Baby, do you remember when fireworks at Lake Michigan?
Oh, now I'm comin' home again, 'min' home again
Baby, do you remember when fireworks at Lake Michigan?
Oh, now I'm comin' home again, maybe we could start again

Loyee, oyee, oh, loyee, oyee, oh
Comin' home again
Loyee, oyee, oh, loyee, oyee, oh
Comin' home again
Maybe we could start again

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