Wilyn' - Lyrics - Magic

Title: Wilyn'
Artist: Magic
Composer(s): Awood Magic Johnson, Brainz Dimilo, Anthony President

Lyric:
Uhh, yeah that's my type of shit right there
Uh, we taking this one here to the club
Real niggas out your hands up

Thug niggas put your hands up
Where the ladies, put your hands up
Everybody put they hands up, look

I'm in the club, to the early morning
Don't wanna go home, I'ma fight the yawning
I like to party to the break of dawn
And I'm full of alcohol, that's just a warning that

Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and
(Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and)
Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and
(Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and)

I'm in the club, with a sack of bud
And I'ma smoke right here, 'cause I don't give a fuck
Security know, I break the rules
I smoke I drank, that's what I do

High as a kite, and full of that yack
You know what I'm 'bout, you know where I'm at
I'm ducked off, in the corner
Lips stuck to your woman's ear, telling her I want her

Don't know, when I had enough
I want, one more drink and one more puff
I want, one more dance with one more hoe
I ain't leaving this bitch, till they lock the do'

I'm in the club, to the early morning
Don't wanna go home, I'ma fight the yawning
I like to party to the break of dawn
And I'm full of alcohol, that's just a warning that

Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and
(Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and)
Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and
(Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and)

Who in the DJ booth?
Tell the nigga, he doing his thang and that's fa sho
He making sho them hoes, don't leave the flo'
It's getting hot, and I'm starting to sweat
I'm ready to fight, this 'bout to be a night to regret

Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and
(Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and)
Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and
(Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and)

In the crowd, where they push and shove
Is where you'll find me, every nigga with me a thug
Start something, see what I'm 'bout
Talk shit, and they gon carry out

I'm in the club, to the early morning
Don't wanna go home, I'ma fight the yawning
I like to party to the break of dawn
And I'm full of alcohol, that's just a warning that

Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and
(Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and)
Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and
(Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and)

If you real with it nigga, put your hands up
If you 'bout handling bidness, put your hands up
Thug niggas put your hands up

Come on, independent put your hands up
Come on, where the ladies put your hands up
Come on, everybody put your hands up

I'm in the club, to the early morning
Don't wanna go home, I'ma fight the yawning
I like to party to the break of dawn
And I'm full of alcohol, that's just a warning that

Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and
(Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and)
Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and
(Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and)

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Trap Niggaz - Lyrics - Boyz N da Hood - Boyz N Da Hood

Title: Trap Niggaz
Album: Boyz N da Hood
Artist: Boyz N Da Hood
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, Jacoby White, Christopher J Gholson, Miguel Scott, Lee Dixon

Lyric:
Well, they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so, hell, I might as well trap withcha)
Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha
(I'm a cap peelin' crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)

Well, they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so hell, I might as well trap withcha)
Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha
(Hell, I'm a cap peelin' crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)

Well, first of all, I'm that nigga that's moving that work for y'all
I'm the one you call who, got it all, X, dro, par, salt
I gotta get it now nigga and don't count on cost
'Cause the way I'm feelin' nigga, I wanna take it all

What up Nigga? Pump your breaks, slow your roll, dude
What? If you want the real money, you gotta lose the attitude
Nigga, what type of shit is you on
Don't be talkin' all God damn reckless on my phone

Well, I'm just saying though, I'm just tellin' you what I stand for
We both grown men so just gimme what I ask for
I never asked your ass for a half of nothing
'Cause I already have what they ask for

Your mouth too fly dawg
Plus your numbers too high dawg
So why even try dawg
I'm getting money, you just getting by dawg

Whatchu mean nigga? I fuck hoes too
My niggaz bringin' them bummas in truck loads too
Yeah, I ain't but nineteen nigga but I'm no joke
Ain't nann no nigga try to fuck me 'cause I know coke

Believe that bullshit if you wanna word boy
I shot at 'em and they hotter than a sauna
And watch your tone, we gonna be heard
And one more thing, don't ever use that C-word

Ay, come on man, I'm from the West Side
I think you already know that we on it man
We getting dough, boy, we moving blow, boy
And we's hotter than the stove in '94 boy

Ay, that might be true
But I ain't worried 'bout them, I'm trying to help you
It ain't about whose damn bread is longest
It's about who can stay out on these streets the longest

Ay, 'cause one slip and you outta here
Won't be back till them damn Duck Dodgers years
I tell you what? Gimme what you think I outta have
Watch how I have them fiends asking' for your autograph

Well, they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so, hell, I might as well trap withcha)
Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha
(I'm a cap peelin' crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)

Well, they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so, hell, I might as well trap withcha)
Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha
(Hell, I'm a cap peelin' crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)

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All Skool - Lyrics - Hip-Hop Lives - Krs One

Title: All Skool
Album: Hip-Hop Lives
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, Lawrence Parker

Lyric:
Whoo, yeah, yeah
Welcome to all skool hip-hop
KRS, bo, bo, bo, bo, bo, get in this
Marley Marl, that's right

New skool, true skool, old skool, all skool
Bo, bo, bo, bo, bo, get in this
Aight, turn me up, let's go, let's go
This what it is

Bo, bo, bo, bo, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bo, bo, bo, bo, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bo, bo, bo, bo, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bo, bo, bo, bo, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bo, bo, bo, bo, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, welcome to all skool hip-hop
That's right

I'm not old skool or new skool, I'm all skool
Old skool or new skool, I'm all skool
I'm not old skool or new skool, I'm all skool
Old skool or new skool, I'm all skool

Yup, it's time for the teacher once more
Bo, bo, bo, bo, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yup, it's time for the teacher once more
Bo, bo, bo, bo

You cats spit raps that are not believable
Your raps don't bubble 'cause they're inconceivable
Real life O.G.'s don't even speak to you
In hip-hop's culture there's really no need for you

I'll bring the heat to you, when it comes to them glocks
Like Freddie Foxxx, I'm keepin two
I'm known for my scary feuds
That's why I'm called The Terrorist by the Daily News

I rarely lose, I'm known to rattle a cage
I'm known to throw rappers off the stage
Maybe it's a matter of age
But as a MC I got no patience for some rappers these days

I'm not old skool, or new skool, I'm all skool
(Yeah, I'll say it)
I'm not old skool, or new skool, I'm all skool

I'm not old skool or new skool, I'm all skool
Old skool or new skool, I'm all skool
I'm not old skool or new skool, I'm all skool
Old skool or new skool, I'm all skool

Yup, it's time for the teacher once more
If you bumpin' KRS, then you bumpin' the raw
I came through the door with Rakim
Old skool, new skool, we rocked both of them

'Eric B. for President', check out 'My Melody'
Marley Marl, he produced both of them
We supposed to win, guest lists, V.I.P.
Backstage passes when we rollin' in

This the all skool, we encompass it all
I teach MC and production is taught by Marley Marl
For all a y'all, just enjoy yourself
Makin' your own job, employ yourself

Don't destroy yourself and don't be fooled
I'm not old skool, or new skool, I'm all skool
Marley Marl, rock yo' spot
This that old skool overseen by Scott LaRock

I'm not old skool or new skool, I'm all skool
I'm not old skool or new skool, I'm all skool

I'm not old skool or new skool, I'm all skool
Old skool or new skool, I'm all skool
I'm not old skool or new skool, I'm all skool
Old skool or new skool, I'm all skool

Bo, bo, bo, bo, bo, get in this
This what it is
Bo, bo, bo, bo, yeah yeah yeah
Aight, turn me up, let's go, let's go
Whoo, yeah yeah yeah

KRS, Marley Marl, whoo, yeah, yeah
Bo, bo, bo, bo, yeah yeah yeah
Bo, bo, bo, bo, yeah yeah yeah
Bo, bo, bo, bo, yeah yeah yeah
That's right, bo, bo, bo, bo, get in this

New skool, true skool, old skool, all skool
That's right, yes, yes y'all
Bo, bo, bo, bo, bo, get in this
Raw, this what it is

This that classic, yeah, crazy
Yo, aiyyo yo, yo, chill, chill, chill
That's it Marley, let's get this album started, aight

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I'M Still Crying - Lyrics - Before The Rain - Eternal

Title: I'M Still Crying
Album: Before The Rain
Artist: Eternal
Composer(s): Nigel Lowis, Graham Plato, Kelle Bryan

Lyric:
I'm still crying

One final touch of your hand
But I just don't understand
You're out of sight, out of mind
Not out of my heart

The memory of a kiss
I sit back and reminisce
How we'd laugh a day away
Now my day turns to rain without you

Well, I think and I pray
And you show me the way
But I'm still crying
(I'm still, I'm still crying)

But a laugh and a smile
Only last for a while
'Cause I'm still crying
(I'm still, I'm still crying)

Can I think of a time
That you weren't on my mind
Inside I'm dying
(I'm still, I'm still dying)

Should have known from the start
(Crying over you)
That you'd tear me apart
And my lover, lover would break my heart
(Baby, baby, baby, baby)

I hold your spirit within
So precious to me since then
Can I hold on to the dreams?
Those sweet memories

Oh Lord, help me to move on
Face that my lover is gone
Well, I know it had to end
My lover became a friend
And that's you, that's you

Well, I think and I pray
And you show me the way
But I'm still crying
(I'm still, I'm still crying)

But a laugh and a smile
Only last for a while
'Cause I'm still crying
(I'm still, I'm still crying)

Can I think of a time
That you weren't on my mind
Inside I'm dying
(I'm still, I'm still dying)

Should have known from the start
(Crying over you)
That you'd tear me apart
And my lover, lover

(All of these nights)
That you left me all alone
(Trying to find)
Got to save my soul

(Gonna be fine)
But I'm on my own
(But 'til then I'll still be crying)
But 'til then I'll still be crying

Well, I think and I pray
And you show me the way
But I'm still crying
(I'm still, I'm still crying)

But a laugh and a smile
Only last for a while
I'm dying
(I'm still, I'm still crying)

Can I think of a time
That you weren't on my mind
And I'm still, I'm still crying, yeah-yeah

Should have known from the start
(Crying over you)
That you'd tear me apart
And my lover, lover would break my heart

Well, I think and I pray
And you show me the way
I'm still, I'm still crying

But a laugh and a smile
(Crying over you)
Only last for a while
I'm still, I'm still crying

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Boom - Lyrics - Fan 3

Title: Boom
Artist: Fan 3
Composer(s): Paul Jason Robb, Allison J Lurie

Lyric:
I am the best there is, I'm Fan3 and I handle my biz
I'm not universally known but I'm known to leave the speakers blown
See, I gotta get it pumpin' you know how we do it
My parents be like turn down that rap music
Gotta feel the bass vibrate my pop must be irate

If the house don't shake the beat don't break
If the parties in the room ain't jumpin'
Then the music must not be pumpin'
Gotta get in my car let the loud part blast
Windows down pumpin' my jams through town

Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

Down to L.A., '04's the year puttin' heads to bet
From the indicate fear gotta get in the club-tight atmosphere
While y'all hear the jams, I'm makin' plans
You try to play me out like I'm a J. J. fad
I'm good when I'm good but I'm better when I'm bad

Like audio 2, you know I get us toppin'
And when the jams is up you hit the ceiling
Take off my sneakers, turn on the speakers
I can make it I can shake it, workin' and tworkin'
Pumpin' loops in the ride while I'm past point doom
Got a truck full 'a AMPs, you can hear it go boom

Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

An' I'm known, an' I'm known
An' I'm known to leave the speakers blown

Boom shaka laka laka boom
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

Boom shaka laka laka boom
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
You know I like it, you know I like it

Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
I like it in the car, I like it in my room
Boom shaka laka laka boom
(Boom)
You know I like it when the beat goes boom

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Hot Boys &Amp; Girls - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Hot Boys &Amp; Girls
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): David Garcia, Percy Miller, Vyshonn King Miller, Michael Tyler, Mia Young

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Lyric:
Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Nigga, I?m the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
M Y S T I-kal it?s the man right chea
I ain?t the ?90 through the ?94 Buffallo Bills
I ain?t Dennis Rodman?s hair and I ain?t Holyfield?s ear
I ain?t that damn man you see standin? at the Apollo
I ain?t that 298 dollar 60 cent check from McDonald?s
Bitch I?m the line through the T and the dot on the I
I?m the motherfuckin? crocodile tears when you cry

I?m the lightning in bad weather
I?m that nigga in that picture on your girlfriend dresser
I ain?t no ho, I ain?t no punk, I ain?t no bitch, I ain?t no fag
I ain?t no sucker, I ain?t no trick, I ain?t no snitch, I ain?t no rat
I?m that 20,000 dollar a pop every stop when I?m tourin?
I?m that fire, on that last verse of Make ?em say uhh
I ain?t that same ol? same ordinary, everyday rapper
Bitch, I killed Kenny, so I guess I?m that bastard

Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there

Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

I?m the bitch that say bring it on if you want to
From the city where we known, baby, for what we goin' do
I?m the lady alligator who?s the calm in that water
I?m the migrane in your head bumping harder and harder
I?m the floss hard hoe nigga that cocks the squat
Dead smack on your face like that infrared dot
I?m the index finger on the trigger, don?t move
Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin' make the news

If I catch you in the club and you start to trippin'
I?m the fifty brass knuckles that?s goin' hit your chin
All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap
I?m the loud hard, on the rat trap
I?m the drama in your heart when your people get killed
I?m the feeling in your stomach when you get your last meal
I?m the hardcore undisputed hip-hop diva
I?m the lady on report card day, I?m Mama Mia

Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there

Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where they at, where they at

I?m the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya
I?m the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher
I?m the nigga with the gun, that reacts where the dollar at
I?m the nigga with the six hundred everybody?s tryin' to holler at
I be the bookie that you pay niggas to keep off your ass

I be the reason why you didn?t pass, the reason why you cut class
I be the reason why they buried ya, and carried ya
I be the nigga that put the wood in your fiancée
The reason why she didn?t marry ya
I be the nigga that trying to keep 'round, and hang around your sister
I be the nigga they call Silkk 'The Shocker', you might call me mister

Now I got a drop top, I?m a ghetto wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, 'coz I?m the little brother of the last don
[Incomprehensible] can?t mix, flip shit, loose licks ain?t shift
Plus I gotta pair of seamans shoes, can I make fit, your a fake bitch
Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger
Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so I don?t miss
Now I?m that razor that cuts the dope, it ain?t nothin but a 504
Member the one they call Vito, yeah, that?s me
(You know)

Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there

Where the hot girls at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there

I?m the enemy behind, so watch your back
When the live brown hit the chamber, I?m the click clack
When you run, I?m the danger, I?m the smack and the pimp slap
I?m the shit that bubble up when you cook that crack
The nigga that fucked up the party when I pull my strap
The nigga that fucked all the hoes I?ll be trying to mack
I was scarface, sniffing with his nose in coke
The nigga that taught your little brother how to cook that dope
The first nigga on the block that make your momma deep throat
I?m the hustlin' ass nigga with the watches and the cold

Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Where the real bitches at
Where they at, where they at

Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Where the hot girls at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at

Where the hot boys at
Where the hot girls at

I?m the balls on your cell, I?m the fire down in hell
I?m the ice cream bells, I?m the gas you pump at shell
Nigga, I?m the wheels on the tank
I?m the million dollars that you want from the bank
I?m a diamond on a ring, I?m your brains when you think
I?m your bartender when you drink, I?m OJ without the shank
Nigga, I?m the M in fuckin' mob
(Mob)
I?m the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shob
I?m the super in dome, I?m the C in chrome

I?m the hurricane that knock down your motherfucking home
I?m the K in killer, I?m the D in drug dealer
I?m the G in gangsta nigga, I?m the realest nigga
That you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street
I?m the gold on your teeth, I?m the Nike?s on your feet
I?m the nigga that moan when he rap
I?m the nigga that ran through your fucking hood and bust caps
I?m the nigga with these rhymes, I?m the last don
And I?m a end this motherfucker 'coz it ain?t no more time

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Should'Ve Known - Lyrics - Hurt No More - Mario Winans

Title: Should'Ve Known
Album: Hurt No More
Artist: Mario Winans
Composer(s): Michael Carlos Jones, Mario Mendell Winans

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Lyric:
If I had to do it all over I would've never kissed you
But at that time I just couldn't resist
Still can't believe you went and told her
How well I got to know you its crazy
Baby I wasn't ready for this

Breaking up is so hard to do babe
Sometimes your feelings co get hurt
And it seems like it wont work
And I'm sorry I did not respect you babe
Why was I under her shirt liftin' her skirt
What did I do baby?

I should've known, should've known
That a man gets weak, oh baby
And I should've known, should've known
It could happen to me, oh baby
And I'm down on my knees begging please

For what its worth I'll say I'm sorry
But I know you wont forgive me
So I had to put myself right in your shoes
No matter how much you love me
Girl I did you so dirty and I see
Some you win and some you lose

Breaking up is so hard to do babe
Sometimes your feelings do get hurt
And it seems like it wont work babe
And I'm sorry I did not respect you babe
Why was I under her shirt liftin' her skirt
What did I do baby?

I should've known, should've known
That a man gets weak, oh baby
Should've known, should've known
Should've known babe
I should've known, should've known
It could happen to me

Sweet lady tell me what must I do, baby
What I gotta do I made a fool out of myself
And I feel so stupid baby and I really hate it
I guess I should learned not to have taken
Time with someone else, baby
'Cause I'll end up losin' my baby

I should've known, should've known
Should've known, that a man gets weak
I should've known, should've known
Should've known, oh, I should've known, baby
And I should've known, should've known
Should've known, baby
It could happen to me, oh baby

And this is what I should've done
I should've known better I touched that stormy weather
And it hit me right back in my face, oh baby
I should known better I touched that stormy weather
And it hit me back in the face
I'm all dismay

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Invisible Kid - Lyrics - St. Anger - Metallica

Title: Invisible Kid
Album: St. Anger
Artist: Metallica
Composer(s): Robert Jens Rock, Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich

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Lyric:
Invisible kid
Never see what he did
Got stuck where he hid
Fallen through the grid

Invisible kid
Got a place of his own
Where he'll never be known
Inward, he's grown

Invisible kid
Never see what he did
Got stuck where he hid
Fallen through the grid

Invisible kid
Got a place of his own
Where he'll never be known
Inward, he's grown

Invisible kid
Locked away in his brain
From the shame and the pain
World down the drain

Invisible kid
Suspicious of your touch
Don't want no crutch
But it's all too much

Invisible kid
Locked away in his brain
From the shame and the pain
World down the drain

Invisible kid
Suspicious of your touch
Don't want no crutch
But it's all too much, yeah

I hide inside
I hurt inside
I hide inside
But I'll show you

I'm okay, just go away
Into distance let me fade
I'm okay, just go away
I'm okay, but please don't stray too far

Open your heart
I'm beating right here
Open your mind
I'm being right here, right now

Open your heart
I'm beating right here
Open your mind
I'm being right here, right now

Invisible kid
Never see what he did
Got stuck where he hid
Fallen through the grid

Invisible kid
Got a place of his own
Where he'll never be known
Inward, he's grown

Invisible kid
Never see what he did
Got stuck where he hid
Fallen through the grid

Invisible kid
Got a place of his own
Where he'll never be known
Inward, he's grown

I hide inside
I hurt inside
I hide inside
But I'll show you

I'm okay, just go away
Into distance, let me fade
I'm okay, just go away
I'm okay, but please don't stray too far

Open your heart
I'm beating right here
Open your mind
I'm being right here, right now

Open your heart
I'm beating right here
Open your mind
I'm being right here, right now

Ooh, what a good boy you are
Out of the way and you kept to yourself
Ooh, can't you see that he's not here?
He doesn't want the attention you give

Ooh, ooh, unplugging from it all
Invisible kid floats alone in his room
Ooh, what a quiet boy you are
He looks so calm floating around
And around in himself

Invisible kid
Locked away in his brain
From the shame and the pain
World down the drain

Invisible kid
Suspicious of your touch
You don't want no crutch
But it's all too much

Invisible kid
Locked away in his brain
From the shame and the pain
World down the drain

Invisible kid
Suspicious of your touch
Don't want no crutch
But it's all too much, yeah

I hide inside
I hurt inside
I hide inside
But I'll show you

I'm okay, just go away
Into distance let me fade
I'm okay, just go away
I'm okay, but please don't stray too far

Open your heart
I'm beating right here
Open your mind
I'm being right here, right now

Open your heart
I'm beating right here
Open your mind
I'm being right here, right now

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Lane To Lane - Lyrics - Youngbloodz

Title: Lane To Lane
Artist: Youngbloodz
Composer(s): Vilius Hose, Clarence Montgomery, David Flemming, Sean Paul Joseph, Jeffrey Ray Grigsby, William Holmes, Harold Willis

Lyric:
Ok, you know I'm sayin'
This is Sean Paul like you know I'm sayin', I'm tell it
Like it is right quick you know, a lot of niggaz drink Cristal
That's cool and everything you know I'm sayin' I ain't got it like
That I'm fucked up a lil' bit, you know I'm sayin' I still drink
Hennessey and Colt 45 you already know

I ball, all day 'til the money gone
Hit the trap with that and get it back on
Big body Cadillac frame with the chrome
I'm gettin' a lil mo' sucker make punk niggaz run home
I'm mashin', phone steady on roam
Still ride dirty hand placed on my chrome
'Cause I'm nervous, I'm get my Cadillac swervin'
I damn near hit buddy in that suburban

I'm selfish, and I ain't 'posed to be drivin'
I'm DUI and got bro' right beside me
Still mashin', no gives a damn about crashin'
I'm geeked up I took a blunt up out the stash
Still rollin', no tags 'cause it's stolen
I'm fucked up, out of parly and control
Slow motion, outta gas and just coastin'
I'm dead drunk, fuck, switchin' lane to lane

Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', grippin' the grain, switchin' lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', ain't nothing changed, switchin' lane to lane

I'm wild, SS 'til my gas gone
Hit the club like that and get back home
Got a couple freaks on their way on the phone
Talking 'bout they ready to burp and get it on
So I'm scrollin', doin' fifty just chokin'
On eighty-five with my nigga straight smokin'
'Bout woozy, so they ain't no excuse me
Disrespectin' get your ass in the movies

That's gangsta', I break you down to your ankles
Jump pussy nigga watch me make you famous
You was laughin', should've known you was actin'
From how you came out your mouth 'bout the attic
That's tragic still sittin' in traffic
In the left lane looking for some action
What's happenin', ain't nothing what's crackin'
Nothing but these hoes lookin' for some stabbin'

Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', grippin' the grain, switchin' lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', ain't nothing changed, switchin' lane to lane

I'm ridin' dirty, and see these hoes that disturb me
Fuck niggaz poppin' shit ain't never worth it
That's crucial, toned out is what I'm used to
In the back of the 'lac where hoes choosin'
We foolish, getting crunk off the music
On Billy D that's just how we do it
Slidin', wit' my niggaz right behind me
In the streets on the go is where you find me

Po-Po on my tail, gotta stay cool
Buckle up I'm ridin' with a car full of fools
Blunts up, man I don't wanna make a move
Bad news, I done swerved on them to
I'm scuttlin', little button I'm ridin' ugly
I'm full of smoke, just finished smoking a dubby
Trippin', can't get caught out here slippin'
If they want me they gonna have to come get me

Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', grippin' the grain, switchin' lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', ain't nothing changed, switchin' lane to lane

Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', grippin' the grain, switchin' lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', ain't nothing changed, switchin' lane to lane

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Mr. Messed Up - Lyrics - Floetry

Title: Mr. Messed Up
Artist: Floetry
Composer(s): Natalie Stewart, Marsha Ambrosius, Vidal Davis

Lyric:
Mr. Messed Up I should have known ya
Yes, you guessed it oh la it's over

Time was right, the vibe was right
Ready to get into you all night
I wasn't really into puttin' up a fight
I let you do your thing and your thing was tight

Funny as it seems, I had a ball with you
Wanted to eventually step all with you
But I'm caught up in the middle of the desert sea
But still I let you get the best of me, best of me

Never really wanted to be with you
Said, I'm just tryna be honest
I didn't even care for the things that you do
Said, I'm just tryna be honest

I never really wanted to give my love away
Just tryna be honestly
You and I can never be
So I'ma have to love and leave

Don't you take it personal so baby
Mr. Messed Up I should have known ya
Yes, you guessed it too bad it's over
Don't you take it personal so baby
I said Mr. Messed Up I should have known ya
Yes, you guessed it too bad it's over

Wasn't it the same thing last night?
Tryna leave a little something on my mind
One weekend undercover under moon and stars
You killin' me, killin' with it from here to Mars

Funny as it seems I had a ball with you
Wanted to eventually be all with you
I'm caught up in the middle of the desert sea
Still I let you get the best of me, best of me

I never really wanted to be with you
Said, I'm just trynna be honest
I didn't even care for the things that you do
I'm just trynna be honest

I never really wanted to give my love away
Just tryna be honestly
You and I can never be
So I'ma have to love and leave

Don't you take it personal so baby
Mr. Messed Up I should have known ya
Yes, you guessed it too bad it's over
Don't you take it personal so baby
Mr. Messed Up I should have known ya
Yes you guessed it too bad it's over

Don't you take it personal so baby
Mr. Messed Up I should have known ya
Yes, you guessed it oh la it's over
Don't you take it personal so baby
Mr. Messed Up I should have known ya
Yes, you guessed it oh la it's over

I rolled the dice, I broke ice with you
True, I felt that I wanted to be known by you
But now I know you, said I'm worried that I'll fall for you
And as I know that yo I'm worried 'bout the things we do

Now, Mr. Messed Up, I've been here before
With another brother, that I would have died for
And as you see we're not together anymore
It's gonna be the end, it's my call, take it personal

Take it personal so baby
Mr. Messed Up I should have known ya
Yes, you guessed it oh la it's over
Don't you take it personal so baby
Mr. Messed Up I should have known ya
Yes, you guessed it oh la it's over

Oh la la, oh la la, oh la la
Mr. Messed Up I should have known ya
Yes, you guessed it oh la it's over
Oh la la, oh la la, oh la la, oh la la
La la, la la, la la, la la

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Out That Boot Camp Clicc - Lyrics - Mind of Mystikal - Mystikal

Title: Out That Boot Camp Clicc
Album: Mind of Mystikal
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Leroy Edwards, Ronald Jones, Michael Tyler, Wilson Williams

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Lyric:
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
I got my rifle and my rocks see
I got my rifle and my rocks see

Left, right, left
Left, right, left, rasiride
Left, right, left follow around soldier! (Left, right, left)
One time march! (Boot camp clicc)
Company! (Left!)
OOOOOOOOOOO! HOOOOO

It's strictly representing about the boot camp
Got to find, got you runnin that train
The M-16 A2 the nine millimeter beretta BANG
You better be dressed for wet weather soldier it's cold as North Dakota
I'ma do whatever whatever to run your muthafuckin' ass BACK TO THE FLOOR
Rock and roll ya' I'ma show ya' blocked and hoed ya' rock and roll
Dirty round clip, FLESH GONE DIP
Shoulda turn and get you fixed the booby trapped shrimp
I dropped p's and q's and c's on you MC's
Wait and hit the road STAND BACK PLEASE
Banger and the ranger I dropped king cobras
On your canteen and smoked all the rolls
On the cash train buy it who drives
5 Meter hittin' single file counter
You in my sights you gonna DIE
You on it tight get your head thaaaaat's RIGHT
All you dying on the left still struggling for survival
(I hope you got your bible) BITCHI GOT MY RIFLE

Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
I got my rifle and my rocks see
I got my rifle and my rocks see

I hope you know nobody can take me
Handle my business I'm in this the winter
You fuck the menace and you will be tasting my tennis
And when I get finished you be needing a dentist
I'm ready to end this niggas defenseless when I be laying that shit down
Hold up, where the fuck you going? Nah nigga don't quit now
Reachin' up under your shirt like you got a strap but you ain't using shit
FUCK bringin' out guns I'ma start drowning niggas
Like Susan Smith cause youz the bitch making me believe
You other than a BITCHCOCK it's drama time and I'm playin
The role of a black ALFRED HITCHCOCK
B double O-T C-A-M-P better be known
Where the best lay now what the fuck that camp like
(It's for life ess-say) I got my glock locked the fuck down
And I'm still gonna be pullin' a plug
Much love to my niggas that's full off the buzz I say what up 'cause
I buzzed off the suds partna' I does what I want to
You tink your pretty C-A-T smart don't you
That first step's a loo-loo and I'm too through
So chill bailin' straight from the five-oh-four
So slow your roll and recognize the real

Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
I got my rifle and my rocks see
I got my rifle and my rocks see

It's a runway from home can't escape the killin
Feel ready to peel casket feel for real
Twistin' the night away AK's the weapon
Step into the darkness this nigga be heartless
With the still feel me as I duck your guts upon a corner
Down for the funk smell the aroma death I'm on ya
Erase your blood stains ghetto train like a pit
Survival kit marks the beast nigga triple six
Minus one up out the chamber, endangered species
Be me when I'm in anger rearrange your structure
Bustin' at you bustas USA to Russia
Fuck you never trusta' bitch I'm out that boot camp

Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
I got my rifle and my rocks see
I got my rifle and my rocks see

Company (left!) Grrrrrrrr hooooo
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! Hee! (Forward)
(Mystikal )
Forward MARCH! (Move Left)
Left. go left
Left. go left
Left. go left
Left. go left
Left, left inch left
Go left right just right
Go left, left double it down go left right left
Left, left, left, left, left

Big Rob been chillin'
Black Menace aaaahh aaaahh aaaahh heeeee

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When I - Lyrics - Big Moe

Title: When I
Artist: Big Moe
Composer(s): Darrell Wayne Monroe, Salih Williams

Lyric:
When I, pull out the drop, the sun is hot
And you know I'm feeling hot
And I, I'm gone, do what I got to do
Stay true and I'm gone bang my screw

When I, pull out the drop, the sun is hot
And you know I'm feeling hot
And I, I'm gone, do what I got to do
Stay true and I'm gone bang my screw

When I woke up I was in another mood
Freshened up, looked up thanking God that's who
Then I, I make my moves on the low
And everything looking lovely, everybody want to know

And I, po po's all in my face
Say I'm done hitting licks, I'm rapping to get rich
And I, I don't think it's ever gonna stop
'Cause I'ma get some hot stuff and like me dropping the top

When I, pull out the drop, the sun is hot
And you know I'm feeling hot
And I, I'm gone, do what I got to do
Stay true and I'm gone bang my screw

When I, pull out the drop, the sun is hot
And you know I'm feeling hot
And I, I'm gone, do what I got to do
Stay true and I'm gone bang my screw

Big Moe baby and everybody be listening
Except when I'm coming down top gone, you get with us
And I, I be doing what I want to do
When I pops up at my home and the finest on my crew

And I, I wear more ice than you
How I keep it so fly on my feet, when my toes hit the street
Now I'm, sitting in a large man car
Chopping up the deuce cause I'm a ghetto star

When I, pull out the drop, the sun is hot
And you know I'm feeling hot
And I, I'm gone, do what I got to do
Stay true and I'm gone bang my screw

Said we, bang screw do what we got to do
Stay true, come down chopping in, something new, we so fly
And, Mo-yo my gal have low, cause we, time slow
Everybody know that I'm, oh no, I'm on some purple stuff

I huffed, I puffed, I blowed the dro down
Watch shoes do the who with spectacular sound
That'll make you look around school of Hard Knocks to the socks
Fresh out the parks, that's known for hot blocks

'Cause players get changed so I focused
Affiliated with the game, sitting inches from the ground
Now I'm holding, rolling, want up in the lane
How I come from nothing to going back with change

Pitching the game, knowing that I got another chance
To be, fronting on dubs, stretched shirt down pants
Now I alert y'all to the dance floor, I clap hands
Doing what I want in my 64 with people saying

When I, pull out the drop, the sun is hot
And you know I'm feeling hot
And I, I'm gone, do what I got to do
Stay true and I'm gone bang my screw

When I, pull out the drop, the sun is hot
And you know I'm feeling hot
And I, I'm gone, do what I got to do
Stay true and I'm gone bang my screw

When I, pull out the drop, the sun is hot
And you know I'm feeling hot
And I, I'm gone, do what I got to do
Stay true and I'm gone bang my screw

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Shoulda Known - Lyrics - Meet The Girl Next Door - Lil' Mo

Title: Shoulda Known
Album: Meet The Girl Next Door
Artist: Lil' Mo
Composer(s): Cynthia Loving, Chucky Thompson

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Lyric:
Shoulda known you had a girl
Shoulda known you had someone to go home to
I shoulda known you was too good to be true
I shoulda known your time was taken
Shoulda known that someone was loving you
I shoulda known you was too good to be true

I coulda been such a fool not to see something so visible
Yes I was blinded by the physical
And you kept me from being seen with you
Still I guess I couldn't see right through
That you had another side to you, shoulda known

I shoulda known you had a girl
Shoulda known you had someone to go home to
I shoulda known you was too good to be true
I shoulda known your time was taken
Shoulda known that someone was loving you
I shoulda known you was too good to be true

We always met at the private place, my place or a secret rendezvous
When I asked where you lived, you give the same excuse
I never met your kids ever been to your crib
Never met your family, your friends
After 2 years I'm convinced but I'm confused baby

That my perfect gentleman cheated me
But I can't love any man
Just to think this thing going on
It makes more sense, baby I

Shoulda known you had a girl
Shoulda known you had someone to go home to
I shoulda known you was too good to be true
Shoulda known your time was taken
Shoulda known that someone was loving you
I shoulda known you was too good to be true

You were the one that I wanted
You were the one that I needed
But someone already has you
Baby I feel so defeated

You were the one that I wanted
You were the one that I needed
But someone already has you
Baby how somebody see it

I shoulda known you had a girl
Shoulda known you had someone to go home to
I shoulda known you was too good to be true
I shoulda known your time was taken
Shoulda known that someone was loving you
I shoulda known you was too good to be true

I shoulda known you had a girl
Shoulda known you had someone to go home to
I shoulda known you was too good to be true
I shoulda known your time was taken
Shoulda known that someone was loving you
I shoulda known you was too good to be true

I shoulda known you had a girl
Shoulda known you had someone to go home to
I shoulda known you was too good to be true
I shoulda known your time was taken
Shoulda known that someone was loving you
I shoulda known you was too good to be true

I shoulda known you had a girl
Shoulda known you had someone to go home to
I shoulda known you was too good to be true
I shoulda known your time was taken
Shoulda known that someone was loving you
I shoulda known you was too good to be true

I shoulda known you had a girl
Shoulda known you had someone to go home to
I shoulda known you was too good to be true
I shoulda known your time was taken
Shoulda known that someone was loving you
I shoulda known you was too good to be true

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Watch What You Say To Me - Lyrics - T.I. vs. T.I.P - T.I.

Title: Watch What You Say To Me
Album: T.I. vs. T.I.P
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): Kevin Cates, S Carter, C Harris

Lyric:
Karaoke
Watch what you say to me
You better watch what you say to me
Watch what you say to me
You say, I spray, hey

Watch what you say to me
You see me, you know I'm two'd up
You don't wanna see me cut the full grip
Well, watch what you say to me
Let me find out you talkin' tough in your song
When you see me you know what's up, boy, it's on

Nigga, what you say to me
You see 'cause I ain't been a fuck, nigga, never
I'm just warnin' all you, sucka niggas
Better watch what you say to me
'Cuz I'm known to make a mountain outta molehill
You don't want to get your folk killed
Well, watch what you say to me

Got a tool in my pocket and the club just rock
Watchin' these niggas while your girlfriend jockin'
They better let it go because niggas already know
That I got that thang with me and it ain't just to let it go

I'm tryin' to mind my [Incomprehensible] till I hit it, niggas, say yo
They ain't nobody fuck 'em, I'm thinkin I'm finna bust 'em, wait
Look up and see the police is lookin' at me
I tell C, he tell Doug, they tell KT

We proceed to surround 'em and call the [Incomprehensible]
Pick the perfect spot to make sure that the girls see
Was watchin' off for doin' the drink, he say what? What you think
Then he call, from then on you can see nothin' but bottles

Remy Martin to the noggin, better bust it wide open
Ya bitch standin' here hollerin' while you lyin' on the floor, shit
Why you feelin' sorry for him? He asked for it
Listen, ya'll, here come the moral of the story

Watch what you say to me
You see me, you know I'm two'd up
You don't wanna see me cut the full grip
Well, watch what you say to me
Let me find out you talkin' tough in your song
When you see me you know what's up, boy, it's on

Nigga, what you say to me
You see 'cause I ain't been a fuck, nigga, never
I'm just warnin' all you, sucka niggas
Better watch what you say to me
'Cuz I'm known to make a mountain outta molehill
You don't want to get your folk killed
Well, watch what you say to me

Rap music is sudden ain't it, the way these pictures is painted
You swear these niggas is dangerous, the gangsta shit they be sayin'
Lock 'em up in the booth with a half a ounce of that Cannibus
Sittin' back and watch the Outlandish shit they betrayin' but

Soon as you see 'em they freeze up like in museums
Them statues you like, is that the dude who said he was gonna pop?
Niggas, get runnin' before you finish your sentence
And then they back to riffin' when they off in a safe distance

You, like you was just here, you disappeared like magicians in thin air
I'm like damn, nigga, at least keep it consistent
I hear you debatin' me lately, I've been doin' my best to stay hater free
Still watch what you say to me

Sooner or later I'll take you up on your offer
And put you all in your place like I'm replacing your father
You talkin' to the author, the architect of the blueprint
My DNA in your music, mothafucker, are you stupid?

Watch what you say to me
You see me, you know I'm two'd up
You don't wanna see me cut the full grip
Well, watch what you say to me
Let me find out you talkin' tough in your song
When you see me you know what's up, boy, it's on

Nigga, what you say to me
You see 'cause I ain't been a fuck, nigga, never
I'm just warnin' all you, sucka niggas
Better watch what you say to me
'Cuz I'm known to make a mountain outta molehill
You don't want to get your folk killed
Well, watch what you say to me

'Cuz I ain't never been a sucka, been gangsta my whole life
So a nigga disrespect me and it's on on sight
I hear what you say in your songs, some of it I don't like
Heat it up, I feel tried, I see you, we gon' fight

Be a man, say my name if you talkin' to me
You never said, well, I figured you ain't talkin' to me
Find out you is at the awards, well, I'll call you out in the street
I swear I'll beat your fuckin' ass like it ought to be beat

See all that whisperin' is lame, I ain't one for the game
If I say, fuck you then it's fuck you, nigga, simple and plain
I say, no problem, it's no problem, pimp then you do the same
Now you can just swallow your pride 'cuz you know I'm off the chain

Try to refrain from bein' violent but you come out your face
I got my lawyer paid already to catch me a case
When I feel you disrespected me I'ma get me a case
But all this shit can be avoided one way

Watch what you say to me
You see me, you know I'm two'd up
You don't wanna see me cut the full grip
Well, watch what you say to me
Let me find out you talkin' tough in your song
When you see me you know what's up, boy, it's on

Nigga, what you say to me
You see 'cause I ain't been a fuck, nigga, never
I'm just warnin' all you, sucka niggas
Better watch what you say to me
'Cuz I'm known to make a mountain outta molehill
You don't want to get your folk killed
Well, watch what you say to me

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Put It On - Lyrics - Big L

Title: Put It On
Artist: Big L
Composer(s): Lamont Coleman, Anthony Best

Lyric:
C'mon
C'mon
C'mon
C'mon
C'mon

Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes or get your head flown three blocks
L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reebok's
And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts
Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out
I got the wild style, always been a foul child
My guns go poom poom and yo' guns go pow pow

I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'
Front and get half the bones in your body broken
And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopee
I run with sturdy clicks, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got thirty five bodies, buddy, don't make it thirty six
Step to this you're good as gone, word is bond
I leave mics torn when I put it on

So put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon, put it on and on and on
C'mon put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon, put it on, represent, put it on, c'mon

Nobody can take nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief
The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie
Got more cash than Gotti, you betta ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother and I'm a lady lover
A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get endz and commit sins with sick friends

'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter
You think you nice as me? Ha ha, you'se a funny nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes wouldn't be clever to miss
I'm leavin' competitors pissed
To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this
I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn
And it's on, yo, it's a must that I put it on

Yes, put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon, put it on big fella, put it on and on
Put it on Big L, put it on, represent
Put it on, c'mon, put it on

Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke
Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke
See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke
You gwan dead from army you provoked

I drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach
I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain you still fear
'Cause I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here

If you battle L, you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me, I was born dead
And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs
I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs
My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond
Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn
'Cause we put it on, adios, ghost, I'm gone

So put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on
Big L, you gotta put it on and on
Put it on Big L, put it on and on

Word up, knahmsayin'?
My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine four
And nine o' S, you know what I mean?
It's the Kid Capri in full flair
And we gon' put on a little somethin' like this
Big L, c'mon

Lord Finesse, he be puttin' it on
My man Buck wild, he be puttin' it on and on
My man Fat Joe, he be puttin' it on
Showbiz and A.G., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on
I can't forget Diamond D, he be puttin' it on
The whole D.I.T.C., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on
And of course Kid Capri, yeah, I be puttin' it on
The whole N.Y.C., yeah, we be puttin' it on and on
And I'm out

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Wanderer - Lyrics - Carencro - Marc Broussard

Title: Wanderer
Album: Carencro
Artist: Marc Broussard
Composer(s): Marc Broussard, Marshall N Altman

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Lyric:
Dance for me, sweetheart while I strum my guitar
You sure look pretty tonight
I've just come off the road and I could use the company
Now that would suit me just fine

Now I've seen a lot of special things around this world
You can see them too, you can
What's that you ask? I have no name, I have no name
For I am known only as a man, for I am known only as a man

I'm a wanderer, I have no place or time
I'm just drifting on this lonely road of mine
And if you like, you can come along with me
But I promise you that I am not the man I used to be
But I promise you that I am not the man I used to be

Now you and I, we've seen our share of ups and downs
Somehow where we just lost hope
I can't change the past but who cares?
Your love is all I've ever known, your love is all I've ever known

I'm a wanderer, I have no place or time
I'm just drifting on this lonely road of mine
And if you like, you can come along with me
But I promise you that I am not the man, I used to be
But I promise you that I am not the man, I used to be, no

No, no, no, no, no, no

I'm a wanderer, I have no place or time
I'm just drifting on this lonely road of mine
And if you would accept me for me
Then I promise you that there's a better man inside of me
'Cause I promise you that there's a better man inside of me
Look I promise you that there's a better man inside of me

I'm a wanderer, I have no place or time
I'm just drifting on this lonely road of mine
If you would, if you would, if you would

I'm a wanderer, I have no place or time
I'm just drifting on this lonely road of mine
I'm a wanderer, I have no place or time
I'm just drifting on this lonely road of mine

I'm a wanderer, I have no place or time
I'm just drifting on this lonely road of mine
If you would, if you would, if you would

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Put The Lead On Ya - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: Put The Lead On Ya
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Jerold Jr Ellis, Anthony Gilmour, Garrick Husband, Danyle Robinson

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Lyric:
What the fuck is this?
It's the bullet holes Tupac

Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass

I'm broke as fuck an' it's like that I'm livin' an'
I'm watchin' niggaz bubble when the jealousy is kickin' in
I wanna pull licks but that jealousy don't fit me
Let's bet on the set, I'm a vet runnin' from fifty

It spell out, so I'm a post to the fullest
Only servin' then the ice cream man is out again
It's jealous niggaz on the lurk still, we had a treaty
So now they goin' back on they first deal

Now they ready to put the lead on ya
How would you like it if a nigga was broke an' came fed on ya?
That's why I'm still on my P's an' Q's
Readin' fools I'm known as a shista deceivin' fools
See quit's pagin' me

Snoopin' around found trouble
Fo tryin' to fuck up a niggaz bubble
Don't bubble mo than he got
'Cuz now he know that if he get rid of you
Then that's more cash in the Pot

I got a rival now, tha turf is showin' what it's worth
I gotta pack a gat fo survival now, they just won't let me be
All I can be so all I can see is victory
I'm struggle master so the doo doo that you do
Will only make me wanna bubble faster

No party poop 'cuz this troop came Federal
Slappin' hoes in they neck juss to let 'em know
It's all clear now why it's so hard to say goodbye
You broke, I'm gettin' high don't make me put the lead on ya

Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass

Here I come I'm outta jail fresh in the air
Nigga need a come up, so nigga didn't care
So let me think nigga I need to pick up pace
Nigga need a lick, nigga need no safes

So ah let me get straight down to business
I need me some distance to run when I carry gun
An' I'm a be like quick on my feet
You try to be a hero my nine milli, you an' me

An' even if you're the chief of police
Nigga you will still catch some heat
'Cuz I'm juss one of the killaz in the town
A niggaz know they call me dru mutha fuckin' down

So homie step back this is a jack
Nigga make a move an' that ass will get jacked
Because I'm loaded, I'm loaded off the dank-quid
An' Jackie you will get me high juss fo free see

Juss call me S I C K , I love to kill fo play
'Cuz like cube it was a good day
An' I'm a be like strictly on my Q's
P's an' Q's I'm puttin' quarter holes in fools

So don't you even fuck wit my rep
My rep's too big an' leavin' you diggin' fo days
An' I'm a get ya nigga if I want ya
I got a gun you run nigga I'm a pop ya

Because I'm broke I need to fill me some ends
Give me yo pocket book so I can break it in
I goes to Wells Fargo, Bank of America
An' if your a woman, don't think I still won't put the lead on ya beeitch

Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass

Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in yo mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in yo mutha fuckin' ass

Hell yeah I'm on welfare G A checks
Keeps me paid like a mutha fuckin' vet on the set
Let my mail stretch an' gets up
To the point where even my bitch be choppin' zips up

I whips up the cream
Twenty eight grams on the triple beam
Chefs hittin' clean, how much clean?
Four-fifteens, an' the zap-co
The rap-go, we slip an made a weak move

Don't sleep dude, I pull licks every week fool
But ain't no Bonnie an' Clyde nigga
'Cuz if a bitch set up a lick, I get the money an' slide nigga
I hit the crap game first thang, leave if you shot yo
'Cuz bein' broke is the worst thang

Check this out man, 'cuz you know I ain't that type niggie
I scoop the dice, once or twice then the riggie, riggie
Dangle roll shot, is a fa sho shot
No shot, I mean it's so hot, I'm snatchin' hella face from the block

I got the glock sixteen on my waist juss in case
Never hit 6-8's, know the haters at the gate
When I shake the dice another one bites the dust
They mad as fuck gettin' struck by the shista

I shoulda known 'cuz rule number one
Never roll craps wit some niggaz on a track you ain't from
They young an' claimin' they broke, but they forgotten
That I got they mail, an' I can tell they plottin'

But shit, they'll get licked like a popsicle
Don't fuck around an' get sent to the hospital
Little niggaz think they slick but they already sawin'
Popin' at y'all take on raw shit

Let me raise up from these cowards turf
Yeah 'cuz little do they know what's below the Eddie Bauer shirt
Niggaz mean muggin' me but what that do
I'm a soldier till it's over 6-5 on my tattoo punk

So if you want funk you be a dead homie
'Cuz I be down if you pull a 2 elev homie
Now all the niggaz gettin' lit up
I told ya live in yo house wit out yo strap is a rigg up
'Cuz I'm a put the lead on ya punk ass nigga

Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast

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