Cubicles - Lyrics - I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love - My Chemical Romance

Title: Cubicles
Album: I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love
Artist: My Chemical Romance
Composer(s): Frank Iero, Raymond Toro, Matt Pellisier, Gerard Way, Mikey Way

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Lyric:
It's the tearing sound of love notes
Drowning out the gray stained windows
And the view outside is sterile
And I'm only two cubes down

I'd photocopy all the things that we could be
If you took the time to notice me
But you can't now, I don't blame you
And it's not your fault that no one ever does

But you don't work here anymore
It's just a vacant 3 by 4
And they might fill your place
A temporary stand-in for your face
This happens all the time
And I can't help but think I'll die alone

So I'll spend my time with strangers
A condition and it's terminal
In this water-cooler romance
And it's coming to a close

We could be in the park and dancing by a tree
Kicking over blades we see
Or a dark beach with a black view
And pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall

But you don't work here anymore
It's just a vacant 3 by 4
And they might fill your place
A temporary stand-in for your face
This happens all the time
And I can't help but think I'll die alone

I know you don't work here anymore
I know you don't work here anymore
I know you don't work here anymore
I know you don't work here anymore
I know you don't work here anymore
I know you don't work here anymore

Sometimes I think I'll die alone
Sometimes I think I'll die alone
Sometimes I think I'll die alone
Live and breathe and die alone

Sometimes I think I'll die alone
Sometimes I think I'll die alone
Sometimes I think I'll die alone
I'd think I'd love to die alone

Just take
I think I'd love to die
Me down
I think I'd love to die
Just take
I think I'd love to die
Me down

I think I'd love to die alone
I think I'd love to die alone
I think I'd love to die alone
I think I'd love to die alone
Live and breathe and die alone
I think I'd love to die alone
I think I'd love to die alone

I think I'd love to die alone

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Demolition Lovers - Lyrics - I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love - My Chemical Romance

Title: Demolition Lovers
Album: I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love
Artist: My Chemical Romance
Composer(s): Frank Iero, Raymond Toro, Matt Pellisier, Gerard Way, Mikey Way

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Lyric:
Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you, we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets

I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the, all the things
We put each other through and

I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running

But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything

I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold

Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end of

I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know, how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold

But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every

All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this

All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this

As lead rains, pass on through our phantoms
Forever, forever
Like scarecrows that fuel this flame on burning
Forever, and ever

Know how much I want to show you, you're the only one
Like a bed of roses, there's a dozen reasons in this gun

And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood
And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down
I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood
I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever

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You And Me - Lyrics - G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time) - Ll Cool J

Title: You And Me
Album: G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time)
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Giuliano Salierni, Phillip L Hurtt, Kelly Price, James T Smith, George Spivey

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Lyric:
Yeah
Word up
And you say New York City
Word up
Take me away, baby

Damn, you and your man had beef
So he left you Uptown, teary eyed, on the back streets
For me to scoop up in the Bentley drop
Long as God hold me down you know I had to stop

What the deal ma? You wanna use my cell?
You runnin' solo? This block foul as hell
You said my ex be beatin' on me
He mad jealous even though he be cheatin' on me

I said miss, let me tell you somethin'
'Bout who's makin' major moves and who's frontin'
Who's talkin' loud but ain't sayin' nuttin'
And those who get the one they want but keep frontin'

He don't appreciate the well 'til it run dry
Love is blind, it's hard to say goodbye
But smart birds choose to fly
'Cause we livin' in the hood girlfriend, it's do or die

Here's my definition, of love everlasting
I would trade all my cash in, for passion
Tiffany jewels and designer fashions
To hear happiness is mine for the askin'

Every day on my knees I pray
That I would run into someone that make me feel this way
What you think, you wanna ride with L?
Some things are meant to be baby, you never can tell
(I wanna ride, with you baby)

Every night, every day
I just sit and dream about you
You and me, you and me
Hold me tight, ecstasy
Makin' love 'til everafter
Baby you and me, yeah you and me

Now we dippin' on the FDR
It's one of them lucky nights when you can peep out the stars
We speak without talkin' and the world is ours
When I glance over at ya I can feel your power

You schemin', L want a one-night stand
I'm schemin', she probably in love with her man
But we keep on rollin', hopin' there's somethin' more
Dreamin' about tomorrow and what life got in store

Livin', no drama, we can chill, relax
Sex all night in the morn' count stacks
Sip Gran Marnier and maybe puff a dime sack
But only in moderation, we ain't livin' like that, y'know?

We jetted up the Tavern on the Green
To talk about love 'cause the game's extreme
Domestic abuse and everything in between
'Cause I want you to think of me when you need a shoulder to lean on

I'm from Queens, I'ma rep to the fullest
But I'd rather chill with you, 'stead of dodgin' bullets
Glock in the stash I don't really wanna pull it
On some so-called thug cat, that's faker than acrylics

He said your fam be ridin' your nerves
And you hate him for never givin' you the life you deserve
Remember, the one who hold a grudge is foul
And everything you ever wanted is in front of you now, whassup?
(Baby, every night)

Every night, every day
I just sit and dream about you
You and me baby, you and me
Hold me tight, ecstasy
Makin' love 'til everafter
You and me baby, you and me

I promise you, dreams do come true
There's trials and tribulations that we all go through
When your heart's bleedin', how could the sky seem blue?
But listen up shorty, this is what I wanna do

Be there for you, baby care for you
When my dogs stare at you never sharin' you
And to my ex-girlfriend, never comparin' you
And do the things that your ex never dared to do

Time to bounce baby, I'm takin' you home
Look at the moonlight sparkle on the 20 inch chrome
The rocks on my hand got a life of they own
Plus the blend tape's bumpin' and it's settin' the tone

Should I jet to the hotel, is now the right time
Or should I be patient and explore your mind?
You said you grew up in the ghetto and it hurt your heart
Tried to live smart but your dreams fell apart

You dated hustlers and brought 'em customers
They totally destroyed whatever trust there was
Now you hate men and everything they stand for
'Cause you wanna be treated like a queen, not a whore

Close your eyes, don't be afraid to dream
Open your heart to this cat from Queens
Whatever you wanna do, however you wanna do it
Back to back baby, we can get each other through it

Every night, every day
(Knahmean?)
I just sit and dream about you
(Word up)
You and me baby, you and me
(Yeah, yeah)
Hold me tight, ecstasy
(C'mon, c'mon)
Makin' love 'til everafter
(C'mon, c'mon)
Yeah, you and me
(Yeah)

Every night, every day
(I just want you to think about that, y'knahmsayin'?)
I just sit and dream about you
(Late at night when you layin' there)
(And you feel like the whole world is fallin' around you)
You and me
(Remember these words that I said)
Hold me tight, ecstasy
(There's somebody out there for you baby)
Makin' love 'til everafter
(Might be me, you never know, word up)
(Stay strong shorty)
You and me

(Keep your eyes up to the sky, knahmsayin'?)
Every night, every day
I just sit and dream about you
(Don't let nobody tell you you can't make it)
(And don't let nobody around you tell you)
You and me
(That it ain't possible to make your dreams come true)
Hold me tight, ecstasy
(Word up)
Makin' love 'til everafter
(Knahmean? That's real)
Baby you and me, yeah you and me
(Queens represent, rock on)

Every night, every day
I just sit and dream about you
You and me, yeah you and me
Hold me tight, ecstasy
Makin' love 'til everafter
Baby you and me, yeah you and me

Every night, every day
I just sit and dream about you
You and me
Hold me tight, ecstasy

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Early Sunsets Over Monroeville - Lyrics - I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love - My Chemical Romance

Title: Early Sunsets Over Monroeville
Album: I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love
Artist: My Chemical Romance
Composer(s): Frank Iero, Raymond Toro, Matt Pellisier, Gerard Way, Mikey Way

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Lyric:
Late dawns and early sunsets
Just like my favorite scenes
Then holding hands and life was perfect
Just like up on the screen

And the whole time while always giving
Counting your face among the living

Up and down escalators
Pennies and colder fountains
Elevators and half price sales
Trapped in by all these mountains

Running away and hiding with you
I never thought they'd get me here
Not knowing you changed from just one bite
I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight

But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts
To put this to your head

But would anything matter
If you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now
By the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger
Your eyes vacant and stained

But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts
To put this to your head

And would anything matter
If you're already dead?
And now should I be shocked
By the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger
Your eyes vacant and stained

And in saying you loved me
Made things harder at best
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains

And there's no room in this hell
There's no room in the next
And our memories defeat us
And I'll end this direst

But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
Well if I had the guts
To put this to your head

But does anything matter
If you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now
By the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger
Your eyes vacant and stained

And in saying you loved me
Made things harder at best
And these words changing
Nothing as your body remains

And there's no room in this hell
There's no room in the next
But does anyone notice
There's a corpse in this bed

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Drowning Lessons - Lyrics - I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love - My Chemical Romance

Title: Drowning Lessons
Album: I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love
Artist: My Chemical Romance
Composer(s): Frank Iero, Raymond Toro, Matt Pellisier, Gerard Way, Mikey Way

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Lyric:
Without a sound I took her down
And dressed in red and blue
I squeezed, imaginary wedding gown
That you can't wear in front of me

A kiss goodbye, your twisted shell
As rice grains and roses fall at your feet
Lets say goodbye, the hundredth time
And then tomorrow we'll do it again
Tomorrow we'll do it again

I dragged her down, I put her out
And back there I left her where no one could see
And lifeless cold into this well
I stared as this moment was held for me

A kiss goodbye, your twisted shell
As rice grains and roses fall at your feet
Lets say goodbye, the hundredth time
And then tomorrow we'll do it again

I never thought it'd be this way
Just me and you, we're here alone
And if you stay, all I'm asking for is
A thousand bodies piled up
I never thought would be enough
To show you just what I've been thinking

And I'll keep on making more
Just to prove that I adore
Every inch of sanity
All I'm asking for is
All I'm asking for is

These hands stained red from the times that I've killed you and then
We can wash down this engagement ring
With poison and kerosene, we'll laugh as we die
And we'll celebrate the end of things with cheap champagne

Without, without a sound
Without, without a sound
And I wish you away

Without a sound
And I wish you away
Without a sound
Without a sound

And I wish you away
Without a sound
Without a sound

And I wish you away
Without a sound
Without a sound
And I wish you away

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Skylines And Turnstiles - Lyrics - I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love - My Chemical Romance

Title: Skylines And Turnstiles
Album: I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love
Artist: My Chemical Romance
Composer(s): Frank Lero, Gerard Way, Ray Toro, Bob Bryar, Mikey Way

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Lyric:
You're not in this alone let me break this awkward silence
Let me go, go on record, be the first to say I'm sorry hear me out
Well if you take me down or would you lay me out?
And if the world needs something better
Let's give them one more reason now

We walk in single file
We light our rails and punch our time
Ride escalators colder than a cell

This broken city sky, like butane on my skin stolen from my eyes
Hello, Angel tell me, where are you? Tell me where we go from here
This broken city sky, like butane on my skin stolen from my eyes
Hello, Angel tell me, where are you? Tell me where we go from here
Tell me we go from

And in this moment we can't close the lids on burning eyes
Our memories blanket us with friends we know, like fallout vapor
Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun, scorched and black
It reaches in and tears your flesh apart, as ice cold hands rip into your heart

That's if you've still got one that's left inside that cave you call a chest
And after seeing what we saw, can we still reclaim our innocence?
And if the world needs something better
Let's give them one more reason now

This broken city sky, like butane on my skin stolen from my eyes
Hello, Angel tell me, where are you? Tell me where we go from here
This broken city sky, like butane on my skin stolen from my eyes
Hello, Angel tell me, where are you? Tell me where we go from here
Tell me we go from here

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This Is The Best Day Ever - Lyrics - I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love - My Chemical Romance

Title: This Is The Best Day Ever
Album: I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love
Artist: My Chemical Romance
Composer(s): Frank Lero, Gerard Way, Ray Toro, Bob Bryar, Mikey Way

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Lyric:
And we can run from the backdrop
Of these gears and scalpels
At every hour goes the tick-tock
Bang of monitors as

They stared us down when we met
In the emergency room
And in our beds I could hear you breathe
With help from cold machines

Every hour, on the hour
They drew blood

Well I felt I couldn't take
Another day inside this place
From silent dreams we never wake
And in this promise that we'll make

Starless eyes for heaven's sake
But I hear you anyway
Well I thought I heard you say

"I like you, we can get out
We don't have to stay
Stay inside this place"

Someday, this day, we kept falling down
Someday, this day, set the ferris wheels ablaze
You left my heart an open wound
And I love you for

This day, someday we kept falling down
One day, this day, all we had to keep us safe
And if we never sleep again, it would never end

Well I thought I heard you say to me
We'll go so far, far as we can
And I just can't stay, one day we'll run away

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Blood Is Thicker - Lyrics - Double Up - Mase

Title: Blood Is Thicker
Album: Double Up
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Adam Duggin, Mason Betha

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Lyric:
What, what? For my family, nigga
This for my family, nigga, H-World in here, yeah
All Out in here, Bad Boy in here, yeah
Some nigga's don't never learn, don't never learn

You know we used to see eye to eye, now, it's just hi and goodbye
You gon' go against the fam', damn, why you wanna die?
I know where you reside, right there on the East Side
Street wise, I don't just roll alone, we ride

Loon all, smoked up, Meeno wanna rob you
J might feel you, Hud wanna kill you
Mase wanna let it slide, Stase wanna get you high
And walk you in that wrong building

Now, you at the wrong place and it's at the wrong time
You got a long face 'cause now you see this long nine
But whatchu lookin' scared for, nigga?
You only in some things, you ain't prepared for

It ain't that you not my man but Mase my man more
And family is the only thing I stand for
Blinky Blink, yo, I know a lotta nigga's tell you this, dog
But I would die for you nigga

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
Blood is thicker than all this here
'Cause anything you love in life
You can't take it when you go

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
You know blood is thicker than all this here
You heard me, blood is thicker than all this
Blood is thicker than all this, blood is thicker than all this

I'll be whatever you call this
I'm Cash Money like them Hot Boys in New Orleans
That thin vest you got on, slugs'll go through all this
And burn you, so when you see me salute and fall in

I'm real and only the real would understand me
Got love for my nigga's that's why the chicken's can't stand me
Wasn't for your mami, I woulda got the Grammy
But that's what nigga's get goin' against they family

Know a boy dealin' with Stase, get dealt with manly
Whatchu think the cops could do? Come and can me
Bell was Plan A, nigga's go wit Plan B and end no where
Cuda Love or Cardan, bein' what about Dre

That's my nigga, goin' against Stase I clap my nigga
When money involved it get solved with automatics
You don't mess wit' me
You mess wit' Hud and there you have it

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
Blood is thicker than all this here
'Cause anything you love in life
You can't take it when you go

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
Blood is thicker than all this here
You heard me, blood is thicker than all this
Blood is thicker than all this, blood is thicker than all this

And truthfully, a nigga can't do nuthin' to me
On the real you know my nigga B.I.G. used to school me
Said never do a show for less than a QT
If a nigga get to you, he gon' get through me

And if a mugger move wrong, I put one in his coffee
If a nigga shoot at you, you know he gotta shoot at me
More then less, my mother used to warn me for the best
Said Mase, nigga's gon' love you, nigga, long as you fresh

Long as you hot, long as you cop
Long as you not that nigga who be doin', never come through the block
But think about it now Mase, who wouldn't love you a lot?
You take nigga's around the world with girls suckin' they cock

But just because a nigga ride witchu, fly witchu, high witchu
That don't mean when bullets come, he gon' die witchu
It be them niggas you be knowin' that long
You be killed, run up the block with your new Rolley on

Don't be quick to flip a nigga brick and spend what's on
'Cause if they recognize you stole them pots, bring the war
Now you, could skate now or stick around
But don't be afraid to call the name when this all go down

You feelin' me now? 'Cause if I'm showin' you something
That you never seen then you gon' shake when you see
This dusty M-16 come off the shelf
I know we kill for what but what they brought

Nigga we came to kill you, got the gun put in sto'
And what about the block nigga's, can't get nuthin' in his coat
'Cause them the same nigga's we took 'em on, they wanted to smoke
So leave them niggas there

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
Blood is thicker than all this here
'Cause anything you love in life
You can't take it when you go

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
Blood is thicker than all this here
You heard me, blood is thicker than all this
Blood is thicker than all this, blood is thicker than all this
(I'm a Harlem World nigga)

Fuck Harlem World
I'm a BK nigga, fuck BK, I'm a BX nigga, fuck BX
I'm a QB nigga, fuck QB, I'm a Long Island nigga, fuck Long Island
I'm a Jersey nigga, fuck Jersey

I'm a Down South nigga, fuck Down South
I'm a up North nigga, fuck up North
I'm a West Coast nigga, fuck the West Coast, yo
I'm a East Coast nigga, fuck East Coast
I'm a Midwest nigga, fuck the Midwest
I'm a A-T-L nigga, fuck A-T-L

Where all my Bad Boy niggas? Fuck Bad Boy
Where all my Ruff Ryder niggas? Fuck Ruff Ryder
Where all my Suave House nigga? Fuck Suave House
Where all my Cash Money nigga? Fuck Cash Money

Where all my Harlem World niggas at? Fuck Harlem World
Where all my Tennessee niggas at? Fuck Tennessee
Where all my Chi-town niggas at? Fuck Chi-town
Where all my St. Louis niggas at? Fuck St. Louis

Where all my B'more niggas at? Fuck B'more
Where all my Philly Philly niggas at? Fuck Philly, yo
Where all my VA niggas at? Fuck VA
Where all my North Cackie niggas at? Fuck North Cack

Where all my South Cackie niggas at? Fuck South Cack
Where all my L.A. niggas at? Fuck L.A., yo
Where all my Texas niggas at? Fuck Texas, yo
Where all my Detroit niggas at? Fuck Detroit
Where all my Miami niggas at? Fuck Miami
Where all my Little Rock niggas at? Fuck Little Rock, yo

Now, I ain't gon' be screamin' all these nigga's names
Man, I'm outta here

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Point The Finga - Lyrics - Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z. - 2pac

Title: Point The Finga
Album: Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z.
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): William Earl Collins, George Jr Clinton, Deon Evans, Tupac Shakur, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)
Ahh yeah, they love to point the finga
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)

Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)
Niggaz love to point the finga
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)

I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the finga
I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer
I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops
I brought proof that the niggaz need guns too

It's not to be a racist but let's face this
Wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops and to this day
Them same motherfuckers on the beat gettin' major paid

But when I get my check they takin' tax out
So, we payin' for these pigs to knock the blacks out
Ain't that a bitch? Some officers are gettin' rich
Whoopin' on thugs and robbin' drug dealers for they shit

As far as jealousy, bein' a celebrity
No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me
And the media is greedier than most
You could sell 'em your soul or they'll be on ya 'til a niggaz ghost

And everyday I read the paper there's another lie
They show my picture for the crimes of another guy
Now, how's that for the life of a big shot?
A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot

I play them nuttin' ass marks in the park
For tryin' to earn they stripes in the dark
Just 'cause I come there, don't mean I from there, peep
Only jealous motherfuckers beef and point the finga

Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)

Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)

As I run up on 'em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose
A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies
Niggaz run to me don't come to me with beef
Take your jewels and your jeep, boom, boom, let that ass sleep

It's gettin' hectic, niggaz run, quick
Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit
All you niggaz on the block tryin' to test me
Best wear a vest or get open like, Sesame

I'll run up on you mad deep while you're tryin' to sleep
I'm steady pumpin' bullets in your sheets
Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah

Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mine
Ban my rhymes, now, I'm back to bustin', nines
And Bustaz can't get none, hell no
A quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jaw

I came up from the amateurs to pro hits
At 5-0, so you know I take no shit
And everybody wants to kill a bringer
Of bad news, so they choose to point the finga

Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)

Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)

One, two, three, peace to the real G's
Still me, 'til these motherfuckers kill me
I bring skills and I build, kill at will
Smoke sess 'til I'm ill, still feel me?

I say one, two, three, peace to the real G's
Still me, 'til these motherfuckers kill me
Pick it up, pick it up, give it up
Best to duck or get fucked for your bucks

Scream one, two, three, peace to the real G's
Still me, 'til these motherfuckers kill me
I can't give up, it's a black thang
And I ain't goin' back to the crack game

You can do it son, be a man and stand up or run
Bitches, let 'em point the finga
You can do it son, be a man and stand up or run
Snitches, let 'em point the finga

Yo, one, two, three, peace to the real G's
Still me, 'til these motherfuckers kill me
I guess nobody loves a rap singer
That's why these motherfuckers, point the finga

Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)

Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)

Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)

Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)

Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga, the middle
(Come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finga

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6 Minutes - Lyrics - I'm a Hustla - Cassidy

Title: 6 Minutes
Album: I'm a Hustla
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Carl Siracuse, Barry Reese, Qaadir Atkinson, Jerry Hludzik, Bill Kelly, Fran Broenza, John David Jackson, Dwyane Carter, Chris Hanlon

Lyric:
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy, The Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Aiyyo wheezy, let's get it poppin'

Hit me, front that shit, this the south side
Got a fat dick on your mouth wide
I've come to take it outside, nah, do it right here
Hop out later ownin' everybody's home that you fuckin' with

Wheezy F baby, please say the baby
Riding with your bitch, got keys on the lady
Triple gold these four tires on the whip
Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than the whip

Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil, the pot or kettle, uh
The metal let 'em burn like earth shiver births, uh
If there's any beef, I come runnin' like Mertz, uh
Word up, eagle street I'm throwin' my curve up
We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbert

I got flow, I'm like sure, but if it's about dough, I'm like sure 'nuff
I'm from the bird bunch, birdman J R, you niggaz bird lunch
I see your lips moving but I ain't heard much
You see the wrist moving, it look like pure punch

I hear the playa hating but I don't endorse such
I got the escalade, guts like the tour bus
I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup

And in the tires little package is gone
Might I spend a good deal with these Firestones?
I spit like Myer's bones, born in chromers
For the buyers chromosomes, I got summers

I got vicadens, valiums I ain't stoppin'
Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin, and that's how we rockin'
How can you hear that bop unless I'm be bopping
Yeah, skip when you hear that click
Cash money nigga, I'm that shit, whose begging, uh

That's what I'm talking about
Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know
Why they ain't fuckin' with you

You're goddamn right, I'm feelin' myself
A chauffeur, no Sir, I'm wheelin' myself
Looking for a chick chillin' for self
So I can show her the suicides, and talk her into killin' herself

I'm having problems dealing with wealth
But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a million yourself
You niggaz must've got a deal for your health
Your CD is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf

I spend big, at any time I can start splurging
The twin cigs open chests like a heart surgeon
And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook
But I keep a stack thick as few college books, I got a new polished look
And twenty dime bitches, to show y'all niggaz how my two dollars look

The boy's got at least six digits on
So the guns gotta be at least midget long
The money is like ten bridges long
I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on

I got some good smoke just for puffers
The two grand twenty's make The Hustlers suffer
Plus it's fluffer, than a cotton ball
I've gotten calls, wantin' me to put the pot in malls

But nowadays you can't put it past 'em
I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm 'bout to throw some bullets past 'em
And the niggaz in the hood keep quotin' my lines
I don't jump ship, I keep floatin' in mine, long as I keep toting, I'm fine
I'mma have these dick sucking niggaz deep throatin' the nine

I jumped in the English ship, benzed whip
It's Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip
I'm reading scripts, no, not the penmanship
The box office shit, I box off this bitch

Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst
And still make a mil' off the first of months
These dudes be the first to front
'Til they family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front

I'm in the top position, I can make you a proposition
I'm in the hard top waitin' on the drop edition
To hell with the patience
I'mma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations

Yeah this, what is this?
My niggaz just killed y'all and I'mma close the casket
I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me y'all
I work hard for the fame, the game's stressin' me y'all
All they do is complain what they expect from me y'all

From the Hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me y'all
And even overseas they acceptin' me y'all
All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me y'all
I get a lot of dirty money, so respect me or fall
But I'm saving all my checks, I'm investin' 'em all

They say, what goes up is gon' definitely fall
Even the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all
Look, I cook tracks, I got the recipe y'all
You can't name another cat that can mess with me y'all

At the shows all the hoes be molesting me y'all
I got broads cryin', tryin' to get next to me y'all
I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex with me y'all
Screamin', "Cash, you don't know how sexy you are?

And I'm happy I'm alive, God's blessin' me y'all
And all the problems that arrive, is God testin' me y'all?
So I pray everyday, but I ain't prayin' too much
'Cause I be sinnin' everyday, so I ain't prayin' enough

And we all could be beat, and I ain't saying I'm tough
But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up?"
If it's beef when we meet, then I'm spaying shit up
Prraat, prraat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that's that

'Cause that cat you embracin' with love
Might clap that gat, 'cause he got hate in his blood
Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close
'Cause the folks you call friends, can envy the most
Some cats'll hang themselves if you give 'em a rope

Burn the bridge and don't give a boat, let 'em sink
Sometimes you gotta give 'em some some time, to let 'em think
But sometimes you gotta give 'em the nine, and let 'em stink
You can't bring every horse to the pond, and let 'em drink
I'd rather keep my eyes wide open, instead of blink

As soon as your eyes shut, them niggaz will ride up
And the guys that you trusted, be gettin' you tied up
And we all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave
That's why even if it's petty, I'll be ready to squeeze

But put a cheddar in cheese, guac a moola
I pop the ruger, send that hot shit through ya
Like booya, that's the sound when the pound bustin'
Ooh, ah, you'll be laying on the ground sufferin'

Clowning's nothin' to pull out and blast you
I try to only resort to violence if I have to
But man niggaz out here ain't playin' fair
So before the odds are even, I'm leavin' them layin' there
And I ain't even playin', believe what I'm saying here

'Cause before this shit gets further
Your click gets murdered and found in a hole in the grass
For tryin' to play that thug role, I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass
And this Cass, nigga I'm that sick
Full surface nigga I'm that shit, bitch

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Bnk - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Bnk
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Stanley Howse, J Moore, Anthony Henderson, L T Hutton, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa

Black nigga killa, hate brought death around the block
As a hollow point bust through the punk's back
Raisin' Cain, feel no pain as I penetrate
Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace

I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind
So my soul is a threat to all mankind
Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature
'Cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers

A 3006 with the scope I make a skinhead brain bust
All across the West Coast
Muthafuckas catchin' heat as I bring anger
And release more danger from my chamber

The evil in my blood is possessed
So I creep low from the back slow and push lead through that nigga's flesh
Ain't no hope when every nigga wants to be the nine-milla
On the trigger, the black nigga killa

We be the mighty warrior, black nigga killa, what's up?
You ready to die? You think you can fuck with them thug niggas?
Come on, tell me the truth, nigga, look in my eyes, bitch, we get live
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, nigga, Cleveland's thuggish ruggish

Niggas still down with the thug shit
Buck, buck, bust, let 'em know we still run this bitch
Just like an assassin say, nigga, we nice but can get nasty
Get into war, what else can it be?

Nigga, you know what we came here for
You know, when we shot through the door
My niggas was serious, playin' no jokes
Just 'cause I'm a rapper, you thought it's for show?

Okay nigga let's see if this a real fo'-fo'
You thought we was studio, saw us on video
Seen us in person so here we go
What is your problem?

Here come the bullets, better dodge 'em
I sneaks up behind, so I'm fuckin' with killas
Nigga, don't make me kill ya
Got a body bag for any you bitches thinkin' you realer

Since, we some killers for sure
Hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, if you ready to roll
Niggas out tryin' to fuck with us
But I'm givin' you one warnin' that's a no-no

'Cause I got what you need if you are ready
To die, to die, to die, nigga, bye bye
Shots might be fired, yep everybody gon' run?
Naw, shootin' at me? Better hit me or one day
Fire! Here I come, come
And you don't wanna see, we like that
'Cause everybody pack guns, but Bone go pap pap

Really just out for the money, y'all
Really won't hurt none of y'all
But playas went too far so I say
"Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, y'all, y'all haters
All, y'all, y'all, y'all haters"

Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa

I'm servin' these bitches daily
I'm a black nigga killa, that's what you can label me
Unfadable, see? You don't really wanna fuck with us
You can't touch us, you ain't able

Rest in peace flesh creep
And sneak with a street sweeper
Niggas don't ever know what hit 'em, I split 'em
And snatch they soul like the Reaper

Have you ever seen a killer
Dressed in a trench coat sold over a hundred pounds?
Rollin', downin' a fifth of Rose when I stroll
And who wanna fuck with me now?

Lay 'em all down when I creep
Through your town and clown
I bet you feela this nigga behind the trigger, clack back
Stack, that black nigga killa

Nigga, you know what Bone be sayin'
Rollin' with big guns, ain't no playin'
Stayin' down for the murda mo', slayin'
Aw, shit, just to let you know, man, that 187 for realer
We black nigga killas and down to ride for E
He'd a ride for me, and that's the way it's gon' be
N.W.A, nigga B-O-N-E

All around the world most dangerous groups marchin' like troops
Lace your boots, be ready to shoot
'Cause if you ain't then a bullet might hit you
Picture yourself in a coffin so stiff and cold full of formaldehyde
Better scatter, dodge 'fore this bullet lodged in your ass, simply for the cash

Been around the world, seen so many faces and so many places
Aced this game, while they try to erase this daily basis
Gimme my space, shit, show me some love, though
Just pump your fist in the air and holler, "Mo!" Could you do me that?

And I'll hit you back little nigga
Just wanna know where my thugs at
Some at the track on the back, oh, yes
Some niggas on corner 'round sellin' that crack

Some of my thugs grave long gone
Lot of my niggas' at home playin' Bone Could they rest in peace?
My niggas sleep Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E T-Rock got shot
Lord bless his city that's why shoot, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up always nigga, always that's why I shoot 'em up

Black nigga, killa, killa, killa, killa
Black nigga, killa, killa, killa, killa
Black nigga, killa, killa, killa, killa
...

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Dep - Let'S Get It (Remix) - Lyrics - G

Title: Dep - Let'S Get It (Remix)
Artist: G
Composer(s): Trevell Coleman, Jeremy Graham, Robert Ross, Al Green, Mabon Lewis Hodges

Lyric:
Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do
When you ready, shit I was born ready
And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti

Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture
If I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches
I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit' ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace

Shoot the video motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty
Put it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go

Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
Till my whole wardrobe is-it listen

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal
Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook
With the game and the soldiers sit
When I came, the game that I owed you one

Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking
Watch the task force task for look Marlboro
It's a big chance, big pants
Might guard him with my man's a type barber

Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, then who are you
For we take off make sure that your seated
Billboard read it believe it

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older
I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherfucker quota
Give some baking soda and a quota
Man I flow straight up out the water

I'm break this game till it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler

All the five quarters, headline supporters
Hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders
Call Puffy to order

Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city
Send the cops, the feds and D.A. to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me
Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty

Straight lose it, love two things my money my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot nine exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did
Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem

Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots
I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in Asia

If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
Not guilty, plus I'm filthy, c'mon

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in their channel with the opposite handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, the proceed to dismantle

Can't say Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob
Quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing

Act like you gonna pull that thing, thing
You the only one who gets played for bling, bling
I represent eight blocks and sing-sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens

Moves for paper, moves no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it
(We ain't do it)
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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Dep - Let'S Get It - Lyrics - Child Of The Ghetto - G

Title: Dep - Let'S Get It
Album: Child Of The Ghetto
Artist: G
Composer(s): Trevell Coleman, Jeremy Graham, Robert Ross, Al Green, Mabon Lewis Hodges

Lyric:
Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do
When you ready, shit I was born ready
And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti

Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture
If I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches
I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit' ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace

Shoot the video motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty
Put it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go

Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
Till my whole wardrobe is-it listen

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal
Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook
With the game and the soldiers sit
When I came, the game that I owed you one

Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking
Watch the task force task for look Marlboro
It's a big chance, big pants
Might guard him with my man's a type barber

Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, then who are you
For we take off make sure that your seated
Billboard read it believe it

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older
I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherfucker quota
Give some baking soda and a quota
Man I flow straight up out the water

I'm break this game till it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler

All the five quarters, headline supporters
Hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders
Call Puffy to order

Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city
Send the cops, the feds and D.A. to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me
Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty

Straight lose it, love two things my money my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot nine exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did
Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem

Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots
I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in Asia

If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
Not guilty, plus I'm filthy, c'mon

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in their channel with the opposite handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, the proceed to dismantle

Can't say Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob
Quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing

Act like you gonna pull that thing, thing
You the only one who gets played for bling, bling
I represent eight blocks and sing-sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens

Moves for paper, moves no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it
(We ain't do it)
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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Do The Damn Thing - Lyrics - Real Talk - Fabolous

Title: Do The Damn Thing
Album: Real Talk
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, John David Jackson, Sharif Slater

Lyric:
Look, I can see them niggas stuntin'
To this right now, not now, but right now
Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea, look, lo-lo-look
Look, lo-lo-look, look, look

It's no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks
Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks
Birds love how a brother ride, truckin' it sick
I'm heard of on the southern side, I pluck through it quick

I been one of them boys since way back when
This is way before a nigga brought gray plaques in
So if I spray Mac-10's, bet you niggas lay back then
Like you sittin' in a Maybach Benz

Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket fulla, do the damn thang money
I keep it comin' with bottles of champagne dunny
So keep it bouncin' till you pull a hamstring honey

These pimps just better have a Gothic for me
I got them hoes starin' like they got a problem with me
I got them boys slingin' rocks in the lobby for me
I'm rich bitch, ballin' just a hobby for me

I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang

A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang

My phone is tapped and so is my livin' room
We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room
Let me show you what I stand fo'
Jesus Schwarzenegger, call me commando

On that Remy Martin, nigga matter of fact
I ain't Fat Joe but I can make 'em lean back
Save your ammo, don't waste it
Got him dodgin' bullets like he in the matrix

Jeans strapped and ya better dip
Carvin' 15, got six clips
Pillsbury nigga, got a lotta dough
Call me Boston George, got a lotta blow

They place orders, so I bake cakes
I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight
You see the diamonds in my damn chain
It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang

I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang

A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang

You waitin' instead of participatin' with them boys
You skatin' on them 22, datin's like them boys
I'm hatin' that they communicatin' with them boys
I'm waitin' just to send them to Satan for that shit

They see a nigga stones look sick and I gotta stack
Of singles in my hand, that's phone booth thick
'Cuz I'm so hood rich that I'm no good bitch
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch

And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter
Sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter
My style fit with her, I tell her you don went left
Now you need to go right like a switch hitta

I know them tricks bitter when I'm in the six with her
So I'm in a mix with her, forty four six with her
And I'm higher than a motherfucker
But a nigga try then he gon' die in this motherfucker

I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang

A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money
Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang

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Window In The Skies (Single Version) - Lyrics - Window in the Skies Pt 1 - U2

Title: Window In The Skies (Single Version)
Album: Window in the Skies Pt 1
Artist: U2
Composer(s): Paul Hewson, Larry Mullen Jr, Dave Evans, Adam Clayton

Lyric:
The shackles are undone, the bullets quit the gun
The heat that?s in the sun will keep us when there?s none
The rule has been disproved, the stone it has been moved
The grave is now a groove, all debts are removed

Oh can?t you see what love has done?
Oh can?t you see what love has done?
Oh can?t you see what love has done?
What it?s done to me?

Love makes strange enemies, makes love where love may please
The soul and its striptease, hate brought to its knees
The sky over our head, we can reach it from our bed
You let me in your heart and out of my head, head

Oh can?t you see what love has done?
Oh can?t you see what love has done?
Oh can?t you see what love has done?
What it?s done to me?

Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Please don?t ever let me out of you

I?ve got no shame, oh no, oh no

Oh can?t you see what love has done?
Oh can?t you see?
Oh can?t you see what love has done?
What it?s doing to me?

(Oh can?t you see what love has done?)
I know I hurt you and I made you cry
Did everything but murder you and I
(Oh can?t you see what love has done?)
(Oh can?t you see what love has done?)
But love left a window in the skies
(What it?s doing to me?)
And to love I rhapsodize

(Oh can?t you see what love has done?)
To every broken heart
(Oh can?t you see what love has done?)
For every heart that cries
(Oh can?t you see what love has done?)
Love left a window in the skies
(What it?s doing to me?)
And to love I rhapsodize

Oh can?t you see?

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Window In The Skies - Lyrics - U218 Singles - U2

Title: Window In The Skies
Album: U218 Singles
Artist: U2
Composer(s): Paul Hewson, Larry Mullen Jr, Dave Evans, Adam Clayton

Lyric:
The shackles are undone, the bullets quit the gun
The heat that?s in the sun will keep us when there?s none
The rule has been disproved, the stone it has been moved
The grave is now a groove, all debts are removed

Oh can?t you see what love has done?
Oh can?t you see what love has done?
Oh can?t you see what love has done?
What it?s done to me?

Love makes strange enemies, makes love where love may please
The soul and its striptease, hate brought to its knees
The sky over our head, we can reach it from our bed
You let me in your heart and out of my head, head

Oh can?t you see what love has done?
Oh can?t you see what love has done?
Oh can?t you see what love has done?
What it?s done to me?

Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Please don?t ever let me out of you

I?ve got no shame, oh no, oh no

Oh can?t you see what love has done?
Oh can?t you see?
Oh can?t you see what love has done?
What it?s doing to me?

(Oh can?t you see what love has done?)
I know I hurt you and I made you cry
Did everything but murder you and I
(Oh can?t you see what love has done?)
(Oh can?t you see what love has done?)
But love left a window in the skies
(What it?s doing to me?)
And to love I rhapsodize

(Oh can?t you see what love has done?)
To every broken heart
(Oh can?t you see what love has done?)
For every heart that cries
(Oh can?t you see what love has done?)
Love left a window in the skies
(What it?s doing to me?)
And to love I rhapsodize

Oh can?t you see?

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