Kitty Kat - Lyrics - B'day - Beyonce Knowles

Title: Kitty Kat
Album: B'day
Artist: Beyonce Knowles
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Beyonce Knowles, Pharrell Williams, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
You know I hate sleepin? alone
But you said that you would soon be home
But baby that was a long time ago
I?m not feelin? it, I?m not feelin? it

On top of you not callin? me back
You see I bet you think it?s all on track
And you actin? like it?s all a dat
I?m not feelin? it, I?m not feelin? it

Let?s go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
I think it?s time to go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
He don?t want no mo?, let?s go little Kitty Kat
Quite frankly, no mo? gettin' it, I?m not feelin' it

It?s like we at two places but different paces
We in trouble but you won?t meet me at the bridge
It hurts and feels discernin?
Did you forget where joy lives?

What about my body, body?
You don?t want my body, body
Actin? like I?m not nobody
You gon? make me call somebody

What about my body, body?
What about my body, body?
You would rather go and party
Somehow, somewhere I?ll be naughty

You know I hate sleepin? alone
But you said that you would soon be home
But baby that was a long time ago
I?m not feelin? it, I?m not feelin? it

On top of you not callin' me back
You see I bet you think it?s all on track
And you actin? like it?s all a dat
I?m not feelin? it, I?m not feelin? it

Let?s go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
I think it's time to go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
He don?t want no mo?, let?s go little Kitty Kat
Quite frankly no mo? gettin' it, I?m not feelin' it
(Let me show you how to get there)

Take a left to compassion, lights will be flashin'
Keep straight and you?ll see the sign right there
Affection, you?re in the wrong direction
If I get caught see it just seems that you don?t care

What about my body, body?
You don?t want my body, body
Actin' like I?m not nobody
You gon? make me call somebody

What about my body, body?
What about my body, body?
You would rather go and party
Somehow, somewhere I?ll be naughty

You know I hate sleepin' alone
But you said that you would soon be home
But baby that was a long time ago
I?m not feelin? it, I?m not feelin? it

On top of you not callin' me back
You see I bet you think it?s all on track
And you actin? like it?s all a dat
I?m not feelin? it, I?m not feelin? it

Let?s go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
I think it?s time to go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
He don?t want no mo?, let?s go little Kitty Kat
Quite frankly no mo? gettin' it, I?m not feelin' it

I?m takin' back the things I got from you, you
And that includes my sweet little nooky too, too

Let?s go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
He don?t want you anymore, no
Let?s go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
He don?t want you anymore, no

Got diamonds on my neck, got diamonds on my records
Since 16 I was comin' down ridin? Lexus
How you gon? neglect this? You is just a hot mess
You can call Tyrone, you ain?t gots to lie Craig

What about my body, body?
You don?t want my body, body
I?m in the house all alone
You rather go and party?

What about my body, body?
You don?t want my body, body
Actin' like I?m nobody
You gon? make me call somebody

Let?s go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
I think it?s time to go, let's Go little Kitty Kat
He ain?t want no mo?, let?s go little Kitty Kat
No mo' gettin? it I?m not feelin? it

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I'M Not Sleeping Anymore - Lyrics - Boy George

Title: I'M Not Sleeping Anymore
Artist: Boy George
Composer(s): Gene Griffin, Teddy Riley, George O'Dowd

Lyric:
Oh yea
Why do you make it hard to love you?
You know sometimes it's hard to care
If you just give me time
Let me free up my mind I'll be there

You want to be the perfect lover, I know you do
But the talk is cheap what does it show?
I know one day you're gonna find
That all lovers, they're blind
You know that they are

But I'm not sleepin' anymore
I'm not sleepin' anymore

See I woke up to find
You were still on my mind
You know that you are
Yes, you know that you are

Yea yea yea
Know that you are

You say that you need me
Give me time, give me time
You know that you'll always
Always be mine

'Cause I woke up to find
That you were still on my mind
You know that you are
Yes you are

But I'm not sleepin' anymore
I'm not sleepin' anymore

You know one day you're gonna find
That all lovers, they're so blind
You know that they are
You know that you are

I'm not sleepin' anymore
I'm not sleepin' anymore
No, no, no, no
I'm not sleepin' anymore
Ohh, yea

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Hustler - Lyrics - Az

Title: Hustler
Artist: Az
Composer(s): D Edwards, D English, A Cruz, O Harris, M Curry, A Robinson, D Blyden, R Street, O Williams, T Carrol

Lyric:
I'm a hustler, not by choice

I didn't fall from Heaven, I rose from hell
Big boy, get bagged, he gon' hold my bail
It's like Attica '67 when they, closed the jail
Be careful but promote yo'selves that's what they told me

Involved but unconcerned fuck beef
When it dissolve it does not return
I don't leave, stagnate nor move off-beat
So discrete very rarely, do I move on feet?

I rough-ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats
Drive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streets
I blacks out, never blind by the size of the image
No disguise, homocide don't rely forensic

Homes's finished, scramblin' caught in the scrimmage
12 shells ricochetin' and it pours from the hemorrhage
Get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for movin' backwards
New York's number one draft pick

I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice

All this nigga know is, get money burn a lot of smokes
Lazy niggas was sleepin', I was wide awoke
Not a joke, creep on snitches, niggas gotta choke
When it's time to sleep with the fishes, I supply the boat

And I swear it hurts, I supply the coke
'Cuz don't nothin' scare me worse than dyin' broke
Iron pokin' on my ribs while I'm layin' in a Taurus
I live this shit y'all just performers, it's a dirty game

I seen thugs turn informers
Crooked cops run in the crib, no warrants
Money talk though, never stuck in a grudge
Got a female lawyer and she fuckin' the judge

I was once told that you reap what you sow
And a, the scent of weed always seep in your clothes
And a, it's quiet money so we speakin' in codes
Like, why should I trust ya? Nigga, I'm a hustler

I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice

Unh, yo, Jesus Christ yo, he just nice
Like a Ginszu blade nigga, he just slice
And get y'all out the game, dog, it's not long
Anybody can spit, fagot but can you make a hot song?

You're not wrong, like Biggie said, "You're dead wrong"
Need to get your flow tight, gotta get your head strong
Watch us, the way we floss up in coat lockers
Walk right past security, flippin' poppers

Like what, who the fuck gon' stop us?
Y'all wait until' the summer, when this fuckin' album drop us
I know y'all hate it because y'all flows outdated
You finished as an artist and I finally made it

But I paid my dues, in this game patiently waited
Niggas ain't gimme shit, I had to take it
It's A dot, all year 'round I stay hot
Nigga I play not, ride through you're block in that gray drop

They call me headhunter, the head is all I aim for
The top spot nigga, what you think I came for?
These words touch you, cut you open like a chainsaw
And now you're your man is like, what y'all said his name for?
Fuckin' hustler, motherfuckin' animal

I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler
I'm a hustler

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I'M Still Here - Lyrics - Goo Goo Dolls

Title: I'M Still Here
Artist: Goo Goo Dolls
Composer(s): John Rzeznik

Lyric:
I am a question to the world
Not an answer to be heard
Or a moment that's held in your arms

And what do you think you'd ever say?
I won't listen anyway, you don't know me
And I'll never be what you want me to be

And what do you think you'd understand?
I'm a boy, no, I'm a man
You can't take me and throw me away

And how can you learn what's never shown?
Yeah, you stand here on your own
They don't know me 'cause I'm not here

And I want a moment to be real
Wanna touch things I don't feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong

And how can the world want me to change?
They're the ones that stay the same
They don't know me 'cause I'm not here

And you see the things they never see
All you wanted I could be
Now you know me and I'm not afraid

And I want to tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man?
They can't break me as long as I know who I am

And I want a moment to be real
Wanna touch things I don't feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong

And how can the world want me to change?
They're the ones that stay the same
They don't know me 'cause I'm not here

They can't tell me who to be
'Cause I'm not what they see
Yeah, the world is still sleepin'

While I keep on dreaming for me
And their words are just whispers
And lies that I'll never believe

And I want a moment to be real
Wanna touch things I don't feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong

And how can the world want me to change?
They're the ones that stay the same
They don't know me 'cause I'm not here

I'm the one now 'cause I'm still here
I'm the one 'cause I'm still here
I'm still here, I'm still here, I'm still here

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I'M Hungry - Lyrics - Split Personality - Cassidy

Title: I'M Hungry
Album: Split Personality
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Carl Ridenhour, Barry Reese, James Boxley, K Dean, D Stinson, Hank Shocklee

Lyric:
I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat

I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat

I refuse to go back to bein' broke again
I'd rather load the toast wit the shells and sell coke again
Rather put the blow on the scale and sell dope again
Rather put the dro in the L and inhale smoke again

I refuse to go back to bein' poor again
I'd rather sell dimes outside of the corner store again
Put the guns up and run up in the corner store again
Rather take my gat to Iraq and go to war wit them

I refuse to go back to bein' down again
I'd rather walk around all day wit the tre pound again
Hop out on a clown wit the K and spray rounds again
Get you dug up out ya grave and laid down again

I refuse to go back to no dough again
I'd rather go to my young boy that grow dro again
Then make a young boy strip wit the 4-4 again
I even make my bitch strip and then go go again

I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat

I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat

I ain't tryna go back to livin' gutter man
That's why I'm stackin' this cheese to feed my mother, man
Plus I got a step pop and a little brother, man
And I still gotta take care of my baby mother, man

Now I'm signed some cats is not actin' right
They be thinkin' I'm stackin' 'cuz I be rappin', right?
When you dead the bread can't bring you back to life
But I got family to feed and they got appetites

So I ain't tryna be ridin' on the bus again
Workin' a 9 to 5 that's why I'm husslin'
Got rhymes line for line, man I'm crushin' 'em
This little 9 of mine, man I'm bustin' 'em

I gotta stay on my grind 'cuz I ain't eatin' right
Got bags under my eyes 'cuz I ain't sleepin' right
Even if I ain't beefin' I gotta keep the pipe
You got cake, I'mma eat a slice, nigga

I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat

I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat

Man I'm just like a dude in the crib wit no food in the fridge
And I'm just like the guy that you saw that was robbin' the store
And I'm just like the dude on the block that be movin' the rock
And I'm just like the hustlin' cat that be bustin' his gat
That's why I do what I do

You would too if you knew what I knew
I cop ostriches, got beef like sausages
And I'm hungry as a hostage is
So I'mma keep sellin' coke to ya

'Cuz niggaz gotta eat in the street, it's like a little Ethiopia
That's why I be out here in the street
'Cuz 'till the day I die, man I gotta eat

I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat

I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat

I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat
My mom gotta eat, lil' brother gotta eat

I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I'm hungry, I'm hungry
I be out there in the street 'cuz I gotta eat

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I'M Still Here - Lyrics - Lil' Rob

Title: I'M Still Here
Artist: Lil' Rob
Composer(s): Robert Flores, John Stray

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Lyric:
Ey this one goes out to my raza on the Eastside
Westside, Northside and Southside
I wear a brown bandana homeboy, representin' brown pride
You've never met me, so why in the fuck
Would I have a problem with you?

But if we do, I guess we gotta do what we gotta do
Shit, other than that I'm cool
Tu sabes ese? I'm not tryin' to be somethin' I'm not
Ain't got nothin to lose, every nothin' I got I'm takin' with me

When I rest in peace in my lot
Lately I've been thinkin' a lot, drinkin' a lot
Even gave tweakin' a thought, I keep with the pot
Be sleepin' a lot, wake up confused
I don't even know if it's the weekend or not

It's been a long, long, long time
But I'm still here
Yes I am, yes I am and I'm glad to be around
Through all the blood sweet and tears
I'm still here, I'm still here, yes I do

I smoke weed to get me by, why lie?
I smoke weed to get me high, so high
Write rhymes, tight rhymes
Lowriders, beautiful women and High Times

Addictions to street prescriptions
Perfect fix to get you back in the mix
Lil' homey kickin' back on the street corner packin' a six
And the glock with extra clips with hopes to get rich

Ain't that a bitch? Lil' homey has no clue what else to do
Got kicked out of school, well me too but who knew?
I'd be writin' rhymes to get me through but it's cool
It's a lot of hard work not to mention a lot of blood sweat 'n' tears
It didn't happen overnight, the first time I picked up the mic
It's been over 15 years but I'm still here

It's been a long, long, long time
But I'm still here
Yes I am and I'm glad to be around
Through all the blood sweet and tears
I'm still here, I'm still here, yes I do

I'm still around, I still put it down
Shit, I ain't goin' nowhere
Ese Lil Rob's back continue to make that
'Neighborhood Music' as long as you're there

Somethin' to play loud, be proud of
Somethin' to bump to, get drunk to
Somethin' to fuck to, make love to
Even got a lil' somethin' for the clubs too

All in all it's feel good music
Real good music, real hood music
Either you respect that or you can step back
'Cause I won't let that be a setback I meant that

Si mon I've tried, been denied
Maybe even died inside
People say I died but they lied but when I do die
They can say that I died with my brown pride

It's been a long, long, long time
But I'm still here
Yes I am and I'm glad to be around
Through all the blood sweet and tears
I'm still here, I'm still here, yes I do

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Let It Bump - Lyrics - This Is Not A Test - Missy Elliott

Title: Let It Bump
Album: This Is Not A Test
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Lana Moorer, Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott, Nat Robinson, Kirk Steid Robinson, Rod Temperton

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Lyric:
Gotta cut the music up, man
Gotta cut the music up, man

I'm-I'm-I'm Mi-Mi-Missy, radio play me all the time
Write my own rhymes and I swear I'm fly
This flow here form eighty-three
From A to Z ,you can't fuck with me
Me and Timbaland, man, I'll be damn

Remember when Lyte was in love wit Sam
I used to be in love wit this guy name Sam
But to me oh my gosh he was one in a million
I came through 'cause I rock the show
Wack MC's get kicked in the throat
Keep on sleepin' 'cause you think I'm a joke

(Let it bump)
I'm Missy
I'm-I'm-I'm Missy
(Let it bump)
(Let it bump)
I'm Missy
I'm Missy on the microphone

I'm I'm Missy
I'm-I'm-I'm Missy
(Let it bump)
(Let it bump)
I'm Missy
I'm Missy on the microphone

I'm Missy on the microphone
I'm stupid fresh that's the shit I'm on, come on
Sucker MC's come new in the game
Swear ya hip-hop you just a new jack swing
Remember when Shantay was live on stage
Shantay was live on stage
Let me back that shit up for ya, for ya no hip-hoppers

I'm Missy on the microphone
I'm stupid fresh that's the shit I'm on
Sucker MC's come new in the game
Swear ya hip-hop but don't know Daddy Kane
This time Missy rhyme crazy though
Haters wanna know my antidote
Try to catch up 'cause ya mind is slow

(Let it bump)
I'm Missy
(Let it bump)
I'm Missy
(Let it bump)
I'm Missy
I'm Missy on the microphone

I'm Missy
I'm-I'm-I'm Missy
(Let it bump)
(Let it bump)
I'm Missy
I'm Missy on the microphone

Me and Timba-Timba-Timba-Timba Timbaland
Me and Timbaland, man, I'll be damn
(Cut, cut, cut-cu-cu, cut the music up, man)
(Cut, cut, cut-cu-cu, cut the music up, man)

Me and Missy come fresh on tracks
Five albums deep can ya handle that
We came from the basement to platinum plaques
We sittin' on something this black on black
Jimmy Dean, he's the engineer
A nigga been down for about ten years
Fixin' that stuff to make it sound so clear

(Let it bump)
I'm Missy
(Let it bump)
I'm Missy
(Let it bump)
I'm Missy
I'm Missy on the microphone

I'm Missy
I'm-I'm-I'm Missy
(Let it bump)
(Let it bump)
I'm Missy
I'm Missy on the microphone

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Just Older - Lyrics - One Wild Night: Live 1985-2001 - Bon Jovi

Title: Just Older
Album: One Wild Night: Live 1985-2001
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): Jon Bon Jovi, Billy Falcon

Lyric:
Hey man it's been a while
Do you remember me?
When I hit the streets I was 17
A little wild a little green
I've been up and down and in between
To all these years and miles and memories
I'm still chasin' dreams
But I ain't lookin' over my shoulder

I like the bed I'm sleepin' in
Just like me it's broken in
It's not old, just older
Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
This skin I'm in it's alright with me
It's not old, just colder

It's good to see your face
You ain't no worse for wear
Breathin' that California air
When you took on the world
We were young and brave
We got secrets that we'll take to the grave
Standing here shoulder to shoulder

I like the bed I'm sleepin' in
Just like me it's broken in
It's not old, just colder
Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
This skin I'm in it's alright with me
It's not old, just colder

I'm not old enough, to sing the blues
But I wore the holes in the soles of these shoes
You roll the dice, 'til they call your bluff
But you can't win, until you're not afraid to lose
Yea!

Well I look in the mirror
I don't hate what I see
There's a few more lines starin' back at me
Now the night, has grown a little bit colder
Hey man, we gotta run
You take care
If you see coach T, tell him I've cut my hair
I've kept my faith, I still believe I'm just

I like the bed I'm sleepin' in
Just like me, it's broken in
It's not old, just colder
Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
This skin I'm in it's alright with me
It's not old, just older
Ahh
Ahh yea
It's not old, just

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Love Me Or Hate Me - Lyrics - The Leak - Lil' Wayne

Title: Love Me Or Hate Me
Album: The Leak
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Carter, David Kirkwood

Lyric:
Thinking
I been through it all, the fails the falls
I'm like Niagara but I got right back up like Viagra
I am agriculture

Swagga so mean it might insult ya
Ha, I'm like an ultra vulture
I fuck around and catapult ya
Torture, thought ya parents taught ya

You guys is chocha I'm gone buenos noches
Flow scorch ya and I don't even write
No author, so harder, so smarter
All about a dollar like four quarters

Oh father, will tonight be my last
And if so make sure my kids see my cash
And I know I'm silent like an elbow cast
And my future will be better than my past, Weezy

You can love me or hate me
I swear it won't make me or break me
I'm goin' wherever the money take me
Until a funeral awake me
And don't wake me

'Cause I'm sleepin', I'm dreamin'
I know that there is a better way
'Cause I've seen it Lord
But this faster money is so convenient
And I need it say I need it

C A R T E R
I spit movies like a VCR
I spit rounds like the tiki bar
And if I got beef I'm the meat cleaver

And I are the illest nigga Martin Luther King died for
And I ride for, Hollygrove one seven Eagle street
And I'm higher than an eagle's feet but I believe in me

Apple is the car street I am just an offspring
Born in the ghetto that's why I can't let go
One call I have my dawgs on ya like an echo
Baby, I am the real deal no pickle

Spit sickle-cell pyscho
I go off like a muthafuckin' rifle
And I'm from the underground baby like a pipe mole
I will stand tall like a light poles until the light blows

And you can love me or hate me
Baby, I swear it won't make me or break me
And I'm be goin' wherever the money take me
Until the funeral awake me and don't wake me

'Cause I'm sleepin' and I'm dreamin'
See I'm just hustlin' livin' what I believe in, dawg
And it's a problem when my homies not eatin'
And I'm greedy, I'm greedy

Share my blood, feed my family
My flow I'll have to plead insanity
So sick I need Grey's Anatomy
Acid like a bust open battery

I'm cool like L.A. nights
I'm tight like ballet tights
Aye Juelz, I swear the otha day I pissed Crystal
These bitches tryna kick it like June Tow

I gotta watch my head in the battle
I'm just tryin' ta stay ahead of my shadow
And I'm floatin' like a boat in the battle
Alligators and rattle snakes
But I promise I would take a nigga off like a Saturday

Got money to validate, I'm icey like carrot cake
Different color diamonds make me look like a salad plate
I'm straight out the alley way
It's the nigga ya daddy hate
Weezy F baby, great

I know they love me they hate me
But I'm a G it won't make me or break me
And you can find me wherever the money place me
Yeah,until you ridin' to the late me and don't wake me

'Cause I'm sleepin' and I'm dreamin'
And me and my Lord got an agreement, y'all
And so I thank him everyday for my achievements
And I'm Weezy, I'm Weezy

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Breathin - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Breathin
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Katari Cox, Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur, Mutah Beale, Rufus Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin'
Tell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?

Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'

Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'

Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death
All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest

Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block
Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks
Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban
Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'

Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell
Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail
Getten world-wide exposure
With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz

I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer
Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'
I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'

Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'

Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt
For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth
Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block
Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac

Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here
Stale down here, to many jails down here
Why you act like you don't hear me?
Young Noble, Outlaw till these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'

Now we was raised "Fuck this life", I rose my right
Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight
And the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?
Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food

Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play
Fuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K
Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz
Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'

Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'

I walk around with a knife in my back
Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that
It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans
Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'

Breathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me
I leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy
Besides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats
That's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'

And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this
Just lost 2 of my closes man one of y'all can take this
But, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain
We number 1 muthafucka, 'bout to do it again

Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it
2 million every time he drop, I know you fuckas losin' it
We movin' in for the kill, for a mill, we holdin' the steel, hold the wheel
I'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel

Fakin' real, but we the raw on the cut
Style-bitin' thug line niggaz give it up
We hit 'em up

And we still breathin'
And we still breathin'
And we still breathin'
We'll be the last muthafucka breathin'

Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'

Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'

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Warrant - Lyrics - Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Warrant
Album: Deliverance
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): William Pettaway, Tim Mosley, C. Clayton, Warren Anderson Mathis

Lyric:
I want to run, I've been runnin' for some time now
My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
I want to run, oh, I've been runnin' for some time now
My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now

Wake up and kiss my baby, grab my weed and my gun
Load it and cock it and blaze one up, that's how it be on the run
More money more problems, no money yo problems ain't gone die
Put 5 in the tank, I'm high and I'm bad news, don't ask me for no ride
When I look at my daughter and son and I see me in their eyes
It hurt so bad I hope the mistakes I made will keep them alive
I keep pushin' looking for a lick to hit shit I need some cheese
Gotta go no sleepin' for me momma I gotta leave

And if God is on my side then one day soon I'll get where I gotta be
I'm free ain't nothin' gone stop me from seein' what I gotta see
Not even me
The day I cop a plea gone be the day that I can't even breathe
All the shit that I go through, if I could show you, you wouldn't believe
All I got is my Bible and me and this rifle my last name ain't Mavoe
I'm just a survivor
Been gone from home so long some folks thank that I died
It's cool and if I don't get rich I'm thankful that I'm alive besides

I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I'm runnin' with the same ol' car, the same ol' girl
A little bit of money in this insane world
I got a warrant out for me and I'm walkin' a thin line

It's strictly for survival this time
Still I do not want what's yours unless it's rightfully mine
It really just ain't no words at least that I can define
For how I feel lord please some sight to the blind
'Cause I'm scrambling down the same road
Travelin' in the same clothes
Feelin' 2 million days old can't let all this take hold
'Cause see I always saw myself as just a little more special than

These sappy crappy no rappin' whoever's collectin' fans
I'm doin' the best I can I just need a better plan
I still ain't in peace with flyin' 'cause my plane has yet to land
I'm runnin' and runnin' my stomach's grumbling but I ain't
Hungry enough that I'm just disgusted because I can't
Ever make what I thank translate into what I say
Unless I pour this vodka in that big cup and chug away
I wanna just run away from what I've become today
A rebel with a warrant and his name is say Bubba K

I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I'm runnin' with tha same ol' car, the same ol' girl
A little bit of money in this insane world
I got a warrant out for me and I'm walkin' a thin line

This is heart it ain't a verse pick yo fruit name yo curse
With all the pain that is life dyin' hurts lyin' is worse
Drive my hearst down 85m to mommas house in Lagrange
Drop me off on the porch then send my off in a plane
Forget my namem 'til God arrives to show all y'all what Bubba meant
To tamper with how we wrote the script clearly don't make fuckin' sense
And not a thing that's pure to me it's contaminated by your device
'Cause a wise man once said eternity's and let go of life

I want to run, I've been runnin' for some time now
My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
I want to run, oh, I've been runnin' for some time now
My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
(I'm thankful I'm alive)

I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I want to run, oh, I've been runnin' for some time now
My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
(I'm thankful I'm alive)

(I got a warrant out for me)
I want to run, I've been runnin' for some time now
(I got a warrant out for me)
Night time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
(I'm thankful I'm alive)
(I got a warrant out for me)
I want to run, I've been runnin' for some time now
(And I'm walkin' a thin line)
My time has come I think I'll turn myself in now
(I'm thankful I'm alive)
(I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line)

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I'M Not Sleepin - Lyrics - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

Title: I'M Not Sleepin
Artist: Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
Composer(s): Scotty A Morris

Lyric:
When the town fool is a liar
And he's preaching to the choir
You've got a lot of explaining that you do

You see, no one likes a quitter
It makes us, oh, so bitter
So, drop your hat and sit for awhile

Ya see, every now and then
Again we struggle with our past
We try to stare it in the eye
And pray that it won't last

Most questions that get answered
They never make much sense
But I decided that I care
And I'll get right down to it

And I said I've stopped sleepin'
I told myself I'd never close my eyes again
I'm not sleepin'
I'm doin' now the best that I can

Well, I like it when you sit
And get straight down to it
It suits you more than anyone will admit

'Cause there's something in the air
And no one seems to care
Nobody will stand up, not even on a dare

It's funny how we fool them
With tears behind our smile
So tried and true, we plow right through
And hope it's worth the while

Most questions that get answered
They never make much sense
But I decided that I care
And I'll get right down to it

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Hot Potato - Lyrics - 19 Naughty III - Naughty By Nature

Title: Hot Potato
Album: 19 Naughty III
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Vincent Brown, Anthony Criss

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Lyric:
Mic check 1, 2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme better be fat or you might have to fight
Yeah, there's no escape from the terror dome
You know I'm nice when I'm bustin' fat rhymes on the metronome

MC's never pass the mic to the Foxxx, 'cause
Once I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has was
I beat you down on stage and when the battle's over
You'll be leaving your show in a hearse nova

I'm flippin' the X's three times and I'm back again
See, on my way down stage they had me strapped in
But once I hit New York and they loosened the chains
I went and bought me a tec, now I'm wild, insane

I'm on a hunt for a rapper who wanna turn singer
I got my beat 'em down bat and a itchy finger
So if you're nice with the mic and you wanna flip
I'm the rap bounty hunter and it's time to get yo ass whipped

Yeah, I'm comin' from the streets, pop
And please fight back, so you can get dropped
It's time to see who's nice and who can really rap
I smack the taste out your mouth, you wanna be a mack
I'm not tryin' to shake the water and wake the gator
But I'ma pass the mic like a hot potato

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

You fly high, I heard your tape then flipped
The next side lookin' for the def side
You couldn't be alright if I erased your left side
Who's wet dried when Treach tried, next died
I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so step side

Any dull raps get the skull caps pulled back full breeze
Blastin' your ass back at full speed, hoes in flow, you know, bimbo
And won't stop prayin' and playin' until I'm layin' up in fo'
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
I got a solid hip below the belt to make your nuts not grow

Here's to all crews that been wack
I got a thinkin' cap with raps I attached with a chin strap
Flash past your girl who's def in the flesh
Yes, you can't believe that she said, "Treach"

The wicked a wicked a wully bully, bad and fully and surely bad
Ready and Willy gettin' [Incomprehensible] glad
Dissed in Hell and fell in fire
I attack your back, force you to retire with a wet wire
Give you the whip appeal like Toby, listen, oldie but Goldie
Take the dough from all who owe me

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

If a rapper disrespect me I smack him in his mouth
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat, boom, then I knock him out
I keep heat and keep the clips in my sock
When my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the block

Yeah, Freddie Foxxx on a rampage
Every time I touch the mic the police is standin' front stage
'Cause I been labeled as a troublemaker
I send my baddest girl to your house to play the heart breaker

She'll lay you down and put hickeys on your chest
Then turn around and blast you with a 33 shot tec
You couldn't rap, you was wack from the get-go
So you got bumped off by my head hoe

Called by the militant mack, my mentality is jail
Long as I'm strapped I can't fail
Check this, I take the bass and I bust you in the eye with it
A piece of steel with a screen on top, I'm gettin' fly with it

I'm bringin' suckers to the street again
'Cause them same broke-ass niggas ridin' on my meat again
Mr. microphone flipped the beat again
Suckers got caught with the rhyme, felt the heat again

I'm breakin' it down, lettin' you know I'm never lettin' go
I beat your brother down, punk, just to let you know
This is hip-hop, gee, not 'hit pop'

You mess around with the beats, get your boots knocked
I'ma slide, I'm in her when I see you suckers later
As I pass the mic like a hot potato

Shrimps attempt to get pimped when playin' pimp, why?
Sleepin' with a limp eye, pass the hot potato
Treach done [Incomprehensible] chop to French Fries
Mad as a murder vet, man, it'll hurt a set

Well, to hell with you and your fat-O with the gurtle neck
So ol' gold digger, dig some dirt, there you have it
Want ring or a marriage, go get the carrot from a rabbit

Before I stab him for his lucky foot
Hit him with a puffy hook, hit the hare, now look how lucky looks
I'm not a chip on your shoulder, I'm a boulder on a path
Left a gash, you catch a headache in your ass

Class I'm disrespectin', I won't see you trippin', clown
When I do, you be trippin', slippin' and fallin' down
All's left to call cops when I smack you with a leather wig
And make you suckers suede bald spots

Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I chuckle
You couldn't knock boots with a muthafuckin' knuckle
It's on, what's more, talk and get a boo-boo from your jaw
It's easy as 1, 2, 3, 4

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, word up, 4 potatoes, 4 verses
Some hard rough stuff for all those hungry MC's out there
You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah baby, nothin' commercial about this
The militant mack in the house and I got a right hand
For all that try to stand in my face and front
Believe that and I'm comin' straight from the streets, word up

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Step Off - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: Step Off
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott

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Lyric:
I know your not my man
That you belong to someone else
Now come on in, an shut the door
I make sure you enjoy yourself
If you give me a try, before you deny
I'm still in love wit you
Or maybe obsessed wit you

We don't make love no more
We don't kiss and we hug like we used to, used to
But I'm still in love with you
Wait, wait a minute
Now if I drive by your house
And see some bitch in your bed, under the spreads
Giving you head, then I'm gonna turn it out

I'm the only one who keep you satisfied
And though were not together I remember what you like
So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite
I'm the only women who gonna do it like you like

What part don't you get?
Even though I'm not your girl anymore
And you don't want me no more
I deserve to know who you sleepin' with
Is she better then me?
Do she cook, do she clean?
Do she sew, do she sting?
Can she do these things?
'Cause I

I'm the only one who keep you satisfied
And though were not together I remember what you like
So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite
I'm the only women who gonna do it like you like

I still love ya baby
Makes no difference to me
And I still wantcha baby
Want to be the one you need
The one you call on
'Cause I'm the only one that makes you feel good
Sing it to me

I'm the only one who keep you satisfied
And though were not together I remember what you like
So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite
I'm the only women who gonna do it like you like

I'm the only one who keep you satisfied
And though were not together I remember what you like
So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite
I'm the only women who gonna do it like you like

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Bangin Screw - Lyrics - Get Money, Stay True - Paul Wall

Title: Bangin Screw
Album: Get Money, Stay True
Artist: Paul Wall
Composer(s): Zach Burke, Russell Howard, Lewis Kinoshi, Paul Slayton, Paul Wall

Lyric:
I got that trunk cracked, windows tinted
Trunk cracked, windows tinted
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw

Comin' down so fly-y-y
Smokin' leaf, so hi-i-igh
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin', I'm bangin' screw

What it do, it's Paul to the wall
Trig up tall, let the four screens fall
Spot is crawl, gon' turn up that dial
And they heads all nod like a bobble head doll

Bendin' corners, up and down, way side
From Greens Road to that Antoine Drive
Crew on da side playin' NBA Live
I'm too cool for school, ridin' on buckhide

Turnin' heads when I'm on that Scott
Hit them friends before they quickly stop
Boys in the mill talkin' 'bout they on top
8 months later, all them boys flop

Like it or not, I'm in the game and I'm showin' up
Keke got dat oil and I'm pourin' up
Hit the club with Captain Jack
And Big Steve representin' my hood, still throwin' up

Big money in the gang is the name bro
Candy, old school drop top, full of ho
Boys used to be sleepin' on me
But the champ is here, I guarantee that they ass woke

Ridin' on spoke, that's the elbow
Still rockin' in the ice, white shell toe
This for my boys from dat kelso
And you already know

I got that trunk cracked, windows tinted
Trunk cracked, windows tinted
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw

Comin' down so fly-y-y
Smokin' leaf, so hi-i-igh
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin', I'm bangin' screw

Yeah, I'm still on that 5 9
But might see me on that 5 8, comin' down
All over the town, I like to get around
Jammin' my fat pat screwed up underground

Comin' down in the lime green 88
While them boys on the sideline wanna hate
Buck a kid for fuckin' up the state plate
I must admit, my life's great

T. Farris with me and there's no butter bends
Lookin' thru Lois Lane and me stackin' up ends
Bro's over hoes, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout friends
Got freedom on my arm for my dawg, Lil' Twen

Dub on the rim, that?s T.I.'s
Just like pretty Tod, I'm D-boy, fresh
Got oil comin' in and it's straight from the west
And the grill throwin' mesh on the Cadillac crest

Head of the best, I ain't messin' wit da rest
Santa Claus sled his palm, gritty red
Sippin' that taste takin it straight to da head
And that Swishahouse is what I rep till I'm dead

I got that trunk cracked, windows tinted
Trunk cracked, windows tinted
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw

Comin' down so fly-y-y
Smokin' leaf, so hi-i-igh
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin', I'm bangin' screw

I'm tippin' fours and I'm sippin' fours
And I'm flippin' hoes with my partner, Clue
Posted up at that T S U or that Prairie View
With my patner, Clue

Oh, boys get out of line and chop
Tryin' to run up and jack my slab
This one here for my boy, Lil' Kee
I'm throwin' the duce up and gettin' boys dab

Pourin' da juice up and grippin' that ab
Wavin' hoods so the base showcase
Settin' the trends steady, choppin' up wind
With a diamond ice grin and paper, I chase

Taper fade by the bad boy shop
Tippin' slow, I'm screwed up and chopped
Listenin' to some of that some of that bad boy Earle
Them choppaholics, maybe that's Michael Watts

Choppin' the block up, holdin' the coupe up
[Incomprehensible], now I'm on them swangs
Grillin' women popped trunk full of bang
I'm third coast raised and I'm drippin' stains

I'm here to stay, tryin' to break that bread
Slowly throwed till the day I'm diseased
Leaning tough, I got a cup full of stuff
With a starched crease and a Johnny Dang piece

I got that trunk cracked, windows tinted
Trunk cracked, windows tinted
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw

Comin' down so fly-y-y
Smokin' leaf, so hi-i-igh
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin', I'm bangin' screw

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The Crack House - Lyrics - The Elephant in the Room - Fat Joe

Title: The Crack House
Album: The Elephant in the Room
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Jesus Bobe, Brett Bouldin, Joseph Cartagena, Dwayne Carter, Eugene Dixon, Earl Edwards, Louis Freeze, Steve Morales, Larry Muggerud, Kiethen Pittman, Bernice Williams

Lyric:
I?m sleepin' on a billion dollars
Coka
I?m eatin?
Crills
I?m eatin?
(Mania)
I?m sleepin' on a billion dollars
And I say right about now New York City, ow!

Hoe no, oh Joe he did it, he's back
In the back of that black Maybach trippin?
Now blow that motherfuckin? kush up in da sky
La la la la, la la la

Bumpin? that Kanye you can?t tell me nothin' right?
La la la la, la la la la
Hand on the shotgun and I?m ridin' shotgun
Uzis, banana clips, what what? I got some

Bullets are wholesale, food stamps, coupons
Yellow mustard Phantom car and Grey Poupon
I can make it Pac Man Jones in here too long
We up a hundred grand whenever I hear a new song

C?mon, c?mon, that?s too many ringtones
2.8 what you want me to tell ya?
Make it rain and Rihanna go an? grab an umbrella
Ella, ella, ella

Holy shit, so much coke a nigga had to shovel it
So much coke a nigga change his government
Now we can all sing along for the fuck of it
Crack crack crack crack

Hey this is the crack house, welcome to the crack house
I mean I'm talkin? more plies than a frat house
This is the problem, this is not music
I hope you find it, ?cause he about to lose it

Joey don?t do it , Joey done did it
Joey keep doin? it until you?re done with it
Bring ?em to the crack house, show ?em the crack house
Take ?em to the crack house, we in the crack house

You gotta touch your toes or I?m out
Fuck a club, I got a strip pole in my house
Six million ways to make it rain, hold up
Conflicts in my chain from Angola

Convicts in my plane when we roll up
And they hustle yay not vitamin water
Fat ?cause I?m so rich, rich ?cause I?m so hood
Uzi your whole whip, nigga I?m that hood

You flow cold but Joe flow sicka
Even rappin? I'll be like Joe?s that nigger
Joe?s got it, supreme team show
These are the niggaz you compare to Joe, hello

Hey this is the crack house, welcome to the crack house
I mean I'm talkin? more plies than a frat house
This is the problem, this is not music
I hope you find it, ?cause he about to lose it

Joey don?t do it , Joey done did it
Joey keep doin? it until you?re done with it
Bring ?em to the crack house, it?s the crack house
Walk ?em to the crack house, we in the crack house
Talk to 'em

Get ?em, Joey, just get ?em, aha
Get ?em, get on them, yes
And if they piss you off, you shit on them, yes
And if they piss you off, you shit on them, ow!

Hey Weez, just stop right there
Shit I?ll let ?em go get the whole block clear
These niggas act as they are not there
And their time?s tickin? like an auto mare

First nigga pop up an? we gave them the piece
Next nigga probably leave ?em under the sheets
C?mon Popeye you talkin? to me
Ain?t nobody else runnin? these streets cocksucka

Hey this is the crack house, welcome to the crack house
I mean I'm talkin? more plies than a frat house
This is the problem, this is not music
I hope you find it, ?cause he about to lose it

Joey don?t do it, Joey done did it
Joey keep doin? it until you?re done with it
Take ?em to the crack house, they don?t want the crack house
They don?t want the crack house, kick ?em out da crack house

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Storm Chaser - Lyrics - Sittin' at a Bar - Rehab

Title: Storm Chaser
Album: Sittin' at a Bar
Artist: Rehab
Composer(s): James Hollins, Maurice Sinclair, Kwan Prather, Thomas Burton, Danny Alexander, Cameron Gipp, Jason Brooks

Lyric:
And breathin's overrated
Stormchasin' and its gettin' later
I used to love her, now I hate her
Shes a brain-raider, fallin' in a crater of lost memories
I'm so out of hand that I don't even fuck with me

I'm goin' trippin' drunk and slippin'
Sleepin' in ditches, switchin' prescriptions
Bangin' a random whore and itchin'
I don't give a flyin' feces
I ain't one with the human species
Slappin' the nurse, tryin' to up my cc's

I fall apart, take all my pain, turn it to art
Blowin' up a K-mart and blame it all on Mozart
Fuck, I'm surprised I got a deal
Every two hours I take a pill
That's where I'm at, it's all surreal

I got imaginary friends, an imaginary life
An imaginary wife and a real knife
Outta here by next weekend
Hung over on a dresser with my brain leakin'

And I run away from the light of day
I am not okay, my soul's a misery

I think I'm losin' my mind
I'm whacked out on jack and blacked out
Trapped in a crack house full of d-d-doubt
I got guilt to the hilt, I fight tears and fears, been out for ten years
Hit a big bump up off the mirror

Find me at www dot, I came to trouble you dot
Come here mothafucka, take your best shot
Suicidal, got a lot of demons to fight
I'll probably sit in a chair and put my mouth around a rifle

I feel abused to lose the blues, I'll bring my booze
I'm in the who's who's and dope fees
And floozies in the land and preparin' for news
These niggas are never choosy
The morning sun is like a sledgehammer to the forehead

And I'm barely here, look in the mirror every day
And slowly disappear, been through a million
And 67 emotions in my short career
Riddles I fear, staggered out in the street
And fall off a pier, aww fuck it

And I run away from the light of day
I am not okay, my soul's a misery

My heartbeat is racin', even though I'm standin'
Still I can't stop stormchasin'
I stole a shell casing, so close to overdose
The light of day hurts my eyes
Wishing my death to be a surprise

My life should be more than four walls and a floor
But thats all that is mine, God give me a sign
'Cause I'm tryin' and dyin' at the same time
I'm not hesitatin', just waitin'

Heck yeah, comin' with a flurry
And like the spice up in you throat
I get you chokin' like that curry
Somethin' 'bout the police and them lights
That get me worried, made a lap up on that bastard in a hurry

Flyin' from the spirits, so I got a story
The dude that taught me how to rap was Ray Murray
It's all a can, still its filled with no glory
Top the killer red out at 2:30

And I run away from the light of day
I am not okay, my soul's a misery

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Creep Fast - Lyrics - Adrenaline Rush 2007 - Twista

Title: Creep Fast
Album: Adrenaline Rush 2007
Artist: Twista
Composer(s): Hal Davis, Herman Dennis Griffith, Carl Mitchell, Faheem Najm, Frederick Taylor

Lyric:
Police, we have a search warrant, freeze
C'mon, c'mon, T-Pain, T-Pain, it's Twista
Come this way, c'mon, we gotta creep fast, c'mon

Watch as I hit it through the middle of the city in the Chevy
And I'm ready with the woofers that'll flip your block
And I got the tick and a machete for the niggas actin' petty
Get to talkin' an' I'm a heat up your block

If you wanna bring your boys, better bring the toys
Better bring the noise, I'm a pump both up with ammunition
Bodies I be hittin' when I get to spittin'
Everybody shoulda broke and ain't nobody listen so now I

Roll 'em 24s when I'm on your tip
They don't know who I am, ain't no body talkin' shit
Tell me when did they ever think that I was a hoe
'Cause I got killas with me crips, bloods, G's and folks

And we be focused on the paper
When we be up in the kitchen
When we thinkin' about the money
On the steady come up

And I got the niggas that be ready for
Whatever with a whole war chest if a nigga run up
AK 47, desert eagle, SK, Mac 11
For the niggas that'll try to run up

Nigga what ya want I'm a bone thug
Get you while your sleepin'
'Cause you know I'm creepin' on ah come up

Motherfuckers actin' like they don't know me
But they know just who I am
I'm a motherfuckin' killa gorilla nigga
You better act like you understand
'Cause I'm a killer, a mass murda
The realest nigga that you ever heard of

Motherfuckers actin' like they don't know the deal
But they know just what to do
Everybody talkin' in the streets so you know
That I'm comin' straight for you
I'm a killa, a mass murda
The realest nigga that you ever heard of

Quit the playin' nigga and get over on the Twista
I'm a see you when I see you and I wouldn't want to be you
Got the desert eagle when I'm rollin' in the regal
And I'm lookin' at you evil through the eye of a needle

Not a misdemeanor but a murder with a millimeter
Feel the heat of Twista when I'm bustin' at your whip
I get a burglar when I be comin' for your shit
I'm a get you for your goods when I run up in your crib

Tell me where your jewelry at, where your safe?
Don't make me have to smack this ugly bitch in her face
Is it behind the portrait or is it in your floor?
Just let me know so that I can hit it up 'cause I gots to go

'Cause I gotta throw it so I had to lick on them niggas
'Cause it used to be that if I had to hit 'em, I'ma get 'em
Never ride a burgundy Lamborghini Murciélago
Through the city because I know that'll kill 'em

Averagin' a 100 yards a game my competition
Better back up I'm the E runnin' back
Niggas that ain't ready get the machete
For the lyrical Jason of rap I'ma keep comin' back

Motherfuckers actin' like they don't know me
But they know just who I am
I'm a motherfuckin' killa gorilla nigga
You better act like you understand
'Cause I'm a killer, a mass murda
The realest nigga, that you ever heard of

Motherfuckers actin' like they don't know the deal
But they know just what to do
Everybody talkin' in the streets so you know
That I'm comin' straight for you
I'm a killa, a mass murda
The realest nigga, that you ever heard of

The lyrical assassin the pocket I got in
I be attackin' the track and I got a package of the good
See a legendary representator for the city
'Cause I put it down ever since I been rappin' in the hood

17 years of goin' and flowin' and showin'
These niggas when it come to beaten me nobody could
I was spittin' venom ever sense the days UGK been rappin'
And talkin' about puttin' diamonds on the wood

Pullin' up in a old Cadillac before I got some thangs
And I got that gwap and the numba one spot now I ride a range
And because I spit that crack is the reason we got some change
And if we ain't makin' money off rap then we got them thangs

Got the 8 dollar hollas two for 15's
A 4 and a split a nine piece so you can hit the whole brick
How I win it by makin' a 100 every summer
Pullin' up in the Hummer can make a nigga so sick

How we constantly come up with hits and steady be gettin' fans
Is only because a nigga flows sick
Showin' no debate everybody know I'm great
Any motherfuckers that hate can suck my dick

Motherfuckers actin' like they don't know me
But they know just who I am
I'm a motherfuckin' killa gorilla nigga
You better act like you understand
'Cause I'm a killer, a mass murda
The realest nigga that you ever heard of

Motherfuckers actin' like they don't know the deal
But they know just what to do
Everybody talkin' in the streets so you know
That I'm comin' straight for you
I'm a killa, a mass murda
The realest nigga, that you ever heard of

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