I Can'T Wait No Longer (Let'S Do This) - Lyrics - Luther Vandross

Title: I Can'T Wait No Longer (Let'S Do This)
Artist: Luther Vandross
Composer(s): M Miller, Deidra Roper

Lyric:
C'mon, yeah c'mon
C'mon, yeah c'mon
Check it out
C'mon, yeah c'mon
C'mon, yeah c'mon

Now I been gone, for sometime baby
But I been thinkin' of you, the whole time through
The thought of your love got me excited
And now that all the waitin' is done
It's time to have some fun my baby

Baby I love you so
I wanna love you head to toe
I can't wait, no I can't wait no longer
Come on baby, let's do this

You are my lover and my friend
I wanna love you 'til the end
I can't wait, no I can't wait no longer
So come on girl let's do this, yeah

Now you know I'm not complicated
I only need you my sweet baby
Now that I'm back you better get ready
'Cause I saved it all for you
I'm gonna love you through and through my baby

Baby I want you so
I wanna love you head to toe
I can't wait, no I can't wait no longer
So come on girl, let's do this

You are my lover and my friend
I wanna love you 'til the end
I can't wait, no I can't wait no longer
So come on girl let's do this, yeah

Check it out
C'mon, yeah
I waited so long to get to this
Come on baby, let's do this, yeah

Ha, ha wait a minute Mr. Vandross
You say you been gone so long you need a dose
But, oh no that coming and going, it's got to go
Check my flow, you say you want this

Well baby this you besta know
Spinderella ain't ain't new to this
I need my man to be true tho this
So work it out, lace this if you can
And stay around you the man and I need you to be down

Come on girl let's do this, yeah
You gotta go, you gotta go
So come on girl let's do this now

Check it out, c'mon, yeah
So come on girl let's do this now

Baby I love you so
I wanna love you head to toe
I can't wait, no I can't wait no longer
Come on baby, let's do this

You are my lover and my friend
I wanna love you 'til the end
I can't wait, no I can't wait no longer
Come on baby, let's do this, yeah

Baby I love you so
I wanna love you head to toe
I can't wait, no I can't wait no longer
Come on baby, let's do this

You are my lover and my friend
I wanna love you 'til the end
I can't wait, no I can't wait no longer
Come on baby, let's do this, now

Come on baby, let's do this
Come on little girl, little girl
Come on little girl, little girl
Come on baby, let's do this

Come on little girl, little girl
Come on little girl, little girl
Come on little girl, little girl
Come on baby, let's do this

Come on little girl, little girl
Come on little girl, little girl
Come on little girl, little girl
Come on baby, let's do this

Little girl, little girl
Come on little girl, little girl
Little girl, little girl, yeah
Come on baby, let's do this

Little girl, little girl
Oh no you don't, oh no you don't

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Enemies With Me - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Enemies With Me
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Kevin Rhames, Katari Cox, Buddy L Hank, Keith Boxley, George Jr Clinton, Eric Sadler, Christopher Walker, Roger Parker, Randy Walker, O'Shea Jackson, Tupac Shakur, Steven Arrington, Charles Cedel Carter, David L Spradley, Mutah Beale, Malcolm Greenidge, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Young Thugs in this motherfucker
Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble
Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me

Some say my criminal experience is legendary
I do what's necessary
Niggas wanna see me burried, worried, if you coming hurried
I ain't going down, fuck the world I'm a thug

Tell 'em can't nothing stop me but a slug
I went from drug dealing to a shot caller
From off the block, no longer rock
And putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller

Bitch nigga I'm prepared to die, before I fry
I hit the weed so I be forever high
My eyes has seen so much in misery, so before I flee
I open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed

Bitches don't wanna see me leave, forever thugging
Tell 'em bury me a G on everything I love
And fuck the law 'cause the raw niggas ain't free
This picture's clear but we can't see

This game is jealousy, don't let 'em change
That's what they keep on telling me, motherfuck the fame
I can't sleep 'cause I keep hearing peeps
Loving masters wrapped in my sheets

Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
Rather fuck with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me, nigga
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
Fuck with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me

The game is getting deeper with this I couldn't stop, I'm reminising
And having flashbacks when them niggas came up missing
Wish in my heart, these niggas they ain't have to start
Now therefore they gotta see in dark

Played the part with heart when we spark they part
Running silly through the court, they don't really wanna start
How you wanna do? Yo K, anyway
These motherfuckers wanna play we can do it all day

So I stay, sipping on my aray to keep my head fine
And I'm where? Everywhere from here to bedtime
And I squeeze when I say I'm coming
Straight gunning on enemies if it's really me that they wanting
'Cause it ain't nothing, Y'all niggas is fronting
Do you really want it? Niggas dying

Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me

Now, we're in '94, Niggas get bust through the do'
Cup in a flash sittin' on that ass and rarely fold
Galitter tell 'em bout that trife shit you wanna fight?
I wanna light shit, you lose your life bitch

A nigga struggle too hard for what I got hustle
And doubled every fucking yard that I cop and stop
Hell nah! I coulnd't see it
Facing a century in the penatentury but so be it

And Jesus couldn't help me out the state
Prepare for an early date to see my fate at the Pearly Gate
But wait No time for stalling but death is calling
You wanna stomp on it somebody's gotta start falling

True, what I do from sun up is for a come up
Wake up with my gun up, 'cause when I sneak that's when they run up
So It's time to spray like Ray
And put the freeze on these fake Gs, you know how we do

Don't make enemies with me
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd rather fuck with these other other little Gs

Don't make enemies with me, nigga
I try to tell these motherfuckers they ain't see
Don't make enemies with me
You'd Rather fuck with these other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me

What nigga? Young motherfucking thugs, let's out do it
Don't make enemies with me nigga
Y'all better fuck with these other niggas
And I don't see it

Don't make enemies with me
Motherfuckers is fatal nigga
I swear by the Gods
Don't make enemies with me nigga

Niggas gonna see they caskets fucking with these bastards
Don't make enemies with me
It's for all these motherfuckers that's swearing to God
That they be doing something

That they touching something
That they being something
Y'all niggas ain't shit
That's on my mama bring the drama, nigga

Young Thugs, fuck the drugs
These niggas making records, y'all niggas best to check it
'Cause y'all gonna get yo asshole tore
They tearing patches out you niggas ass

All y'all niggas, I don't give a fuck who you running with
This is thug life nigga, the new generation motherfucker
Young Thugs we chin checking all you junior high school motherfuckers
Y'all better feel this shit, don't make enemies with these niggas

You better be friendly motherfucker, I swear to God
We running through, smile from handshake

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Street People - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Street People
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): E Nordquist, N Williams, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Dedicate this to all the niggas on the streets
Niggas in the hood strugglin'
Doin' what the fuck they gotta do to make their money
And all the thugs, the hustlas, the gangstas, the playas, pimps
Let's roll, let's roll
(Ghetto love, ghetto love I can feel that ghetto love, ghetto love)

Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)

Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)

I dedicate this to the niggas in the hood
(Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?)
Keepin' it real on the street
Niggas they practice what they preach, stayin'
True until they die, niggas still strong

We keep on bailin' through the stress
And all the rest of the shit that's goin' on
Speakin' of violence, I see, you got to keep a pistol
Cause if niggas think you're rich, you gon be got
They out to pinch ya bullshit you not [unverified] killin'

Because of the pump and it drives us to the point of no return
Especially when you're gone off of the Sherm
You could give a fuck about a nigga flossin'
While you walkin', he on sixteen switches ain't that a bitch?

But that's life this shit ain't nothin' nice
And he'll take yours if his ain't right and I can't stop 'em
Or knock 'em, but yo, I wouldn't even try, though
'Cause Bible say, "Hey, either repent or you will die"
So, choose one
(So, so, just one)
Either repent and get saved or put some food on your table for now

Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)

Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)

I see my sisters out there hustlin', man
(Strugglin', man)
Do what it takes, but that's the brakes
Rustle up what you can, gotta feed your babies
(Babies, yeah)

Handle yourself your own business don't wait on that nigga
To get you nothin' we been poor long enough and I know
You would scheme on somethin'
(Somethin', yeah)
Take the welfare, fuck it

The system givin it to you 'cause it's guilt on they conscience
Don't let 'em fool you
(Don't let 'em fool you, no)
Really ain't doin' a nigga any favors
So come and get the paper, paper, before you die, die

This verse is for my ghetto queens
Tryin' to come up and get them better things
Particularly cheddar cheese, make that money
(Make that money)
Work, work, work, whatever your occupation
As long as you bringin' home the bacon, bacon, bacon

Don't let your enemy lock your mind too and I hope
Y'all really been payin' attention 'cause it's 1999, ohh
(Ooh, ooh, yeah)
Though people comin' around, we gon thug
So where the thugs at? Gimme some of that ghetto love
(Ghetto love)

Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)

Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)

Now, if y'all feelin' me let's get down and tear
The roof off the mother, shoot the motherfuckers, I'm serious
And mean business, ready to pump pump and ride, you with it?
Come on, put it out there, pump, pump, pump police

They treat us like animals, let's attack 'em like beasts
But hold on 'fore you start fightin'
(Hold on, hold on)
Let's brighten up the action scene, pass me the gasoline
(No more, no more)
I'm really not trippin' on this rappin' no more

'Cause I know it won't last too much longer
When it's over, then I be a full-time soldier
(I told you)
If I make it out of the game with all my sanity
Get paid, fuck the fame, get out quickly, understand me?
'Cause at the rate I'm goin', pretty soon they'll try to ban me

For killin' these muthafuckas tryin' to tamper with my family
Now they got me runnin' from these po-po's tryin' to jam me
But I told them muthafuckas not to try to test my manly
And this is my mentality for fuckin' with the street life, street life
(Street life)

Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)

Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)

I gotta give it up to all my thugstas, we're street people
Them niggas with an attitude, let's stop the killin'
We're strugglin' just like you to make a livin'
We're not pretendin', don't y'all remember?

It ain't easy tryin' to stay alive, some people out
There smokin' crack, my people workin' 9 to 5, just doin? it right
Real strong, hold on 'cause it won't be long before
The strugglin' days is long gone, hold on, be strong

Somebody better 'em we the T H U G's
Real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers
We're T H U G's
Real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers
(Get on up, get on up)

Somebody better 'em we the T H U G's
Real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers
We're T H U G's
Real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers
(Get on up, get on up)

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Sexual Healing - Lyrics - Live From Mars - Ben Harper

Title: Sexual Healing
Album: Live From Mars
Artist: Ben Harper
Composer(s): David Ritz, Odell Brown, Marvin Gaye

Lyric:
Oh baby, now let's get down tonight

Baby, I'm hot just like your oven
Oh, I need your lovin'
And baby, I can't hold it much longer
Now it's getting stronger and stronger
And when I get this feeling
I need sexual healing, sexual healing

It makes me feel so fine
It helps to relieve the mind
Sexual healing, is good for me
Sexual healing is something
That is so very good for me

Whenever these blue teardrops are falling
Oh no, and my emotional stability is leaving me
But there is something I can do
Oh, I can get on the telephone or call you up, baby
Darling, I know you'll be there to relieve me
The love you give to me will free me

So if you don't know the things you're dealing
Oh, I can tell you darling, oh, it's sexual healing
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Let's make love tonight
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
'Cause you do it right

Heal me, my darling
Heal me, my darling
Heal me, my darling
Heal me, my darling

Baby, you know I got sick this morning
A sea was storming up inside of me
Baby, I think I'm capsizing
Oh, the waves are rising
And when I get this feeling
I want sexual healing, sexual healing

It makes me feel so fine, it's such a rush
It helps to relieve the mind, Lord, it's good for us
Sexual healing is good for me
Sexual healing is something so so good for me

Oh, it's so good for us, oh, it's so good to me, my baby
Just grab a hold, come take control
Of my body and mind, soon we'll be making love, honey
Hope we do it fine
You're my medicine open up and let me in
Oh darling, darling, you're so great
I can't wait for you to operate

Heal me, my darling
I can't wait for you to operate
Heal me, my darling
I can't wait for you to operate

Heal me, my darling
I can't wait for you to heal me
Heal me, my darling
Heal me, my darling

Heal me, my darling
I can't wait for you to
Heal me, my darling
Oh baby, whenever these blue teardrops are falling
Heal me, my darling
Heal me, my darling

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You Must Be Crazy - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: You Must Be Crazy
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Hakeem T. Seriki, K. Jackson, D. Burke

Lyric:
Chamillionaire's so crazy
Look at the face of the media like you crazy
You thought I'd fall, I'm sorry dawg you crazy

Mirror, mirror on the wall, you are crazy
I wonder if it's still called memory loss
If you can't remember the last time you lost

Yeah, the only time I lose is when it's my memory
Haters comin' around here, talkin' about 'Remember me'
Nah amnesia, Cham leader apparently
You are just a follower now I'm about to set a speed

If they can't keep up with, no one ahead of me
Victory is just what I said that I can achieve
'Bout to be trouble, you scared, I think you'd better leave
Hope you don't have asthma, ah-ahm, go ahead and breathe

Yeah, pull out your inhaler
You gon' have to catch your breath for this one
This the victory lap

Yeah, garage lift up, it'll create some enemies
Got the S S in the middle of it like Tennessee
Sorry but the Ferrari there isn't friendly
The engine be runnin' pyoon like a scattered keys

If she a freak don't handcuff her, just let her be
Get your G's like five letters after the letter B
Photocopy could possibly find a better me
Hot like two letters after the letter C

In the name of gang that's been runnin' the game
Help me explain and tell 'em, Chamillitary mayne

I am a hustler, you gotta pay me
No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily
When you a hustler, no bein' lazy
I got it whenever you need it just page me

Hustler music, hustler music
Hustler music, I'm hustlin' music
You thinkin', you thinkin' I'ma lose baby
Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy

You ready Famous?
Hold up, I gotta take these 20 G's and take it to the bank G
Aight fo' sho' I got it
Hold up, yeah

The hype Williams to y'all rookies, you know that this is
A motion picture so sick that I call it motion sickness
Jonathan Manyon, the manuscript, so hold your pictures
Just like you're posin' for strippers and tryin' to show your riches

Materialistic I got a lot of material
Umm, I got a lot of, uhh, Chamnesia
I probably break up with my own self and go solo
Versus for promo, oh, no

I'm a monster, up and cummin' like dicks, no homo
A lil' too gangsta for them flicks, no photos
I'm high like gas, rose sticks and blow dodo
That Texas, shit, fa sho' though

Fresh off the underground circuit
Straight into this overground circus
I'ma do numbers like the lotto
Shoot 'tron straight out the bottle

You not lookin' at a role model
So, I say it one time and one time only
Not your buddy, not your pal or your homie
You know me

I am a hustler, you gotta pay me
No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily
When you a hustler, no bein' lazy
I got it whenever you need it just page me

Hustler music, hustler music
Hustler music, I'm hustlin' music
You thinkin', you thinkin' I'ma lose baby
Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy, crazy

I'm like Bruh Man on the fifth flo'
'Cept I'm comin' in through the front do'
I ain't gotta use the window, let's go

Now please pass my passport because I'm it
I got groupies with longer hair than cousin it
Brazilian ladies who tell me, "This bra just doesn't fit"
Twins in two rooms tryin' to make me double dip

Shoulda known I would win, yeah, you thought you had it
Like my cars and my weapon that is automatic

This the part of the horror flick
Where the white lady trips and falls
And me and Famous escape with the millions

Two heavyweights from the Lone Star State
And if 30's the new 20, I been hot since 8
Me flop just wait, not turn blue
Tell 'em I'm famous, thought I was a new nig

Thought you knew nig, when I'm applyin' pressure
The brothers play the back lookin' like some rhymin' extras
'Cause I'm the star of the movie, can't move me
Don't try either, either

I'ma roast you then Baker like Anita
Hot, my records got the fever, stop actin' like a diva
They tellin' Cham how they feelin' me
I'm a universal asset, your whole team liability

So I ain't finna leave, so you ain't finna breathe
'Cause I can cut it up or keep it cool like the winter breeze
My piece and chain symbolize respect
My mouthpiece symbolize a check, yup
Chamillitary mayne

No kids here so how you gon' play me?
Boy tryin' to cash out so how you gon' pay me?

I am a hustler, you gotta pay me
No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily
When you a hustler, no bein' lazy
I got it whenever you need it just page me

No time to sleep I gotta keep goin'
The hustler of all hustlers, I say it's somethin' I borrow
Sell night to the day and then sell today to tomorrow
No money don't even bother

Got some paper then call up
Call George Bush's daughter I sell her Katrina water

Just to get at her father, just so they have some evidence
I'm slick enough to take precedence from the president
America's worst nightmare is right here
I stay sizzlin' like flares, look up, pyoon

It's quite clear it's my year 'til I hear
Somebody's smoother then I'm the ruler, I'm like where
Is he at? Just let me know, I'ma bury him
Under the rocks in the bottom of my aquarium

The chances of me losin' this time are very slim
If he was bright then I'm turnin' him down to very dim
If it ain't me in the sequel then there will be no sequel
You know the obvious reason is 'cause there is no equal

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Temptations - Lyrics - Me Against The World - 2pac

Title: Temptations
Album: Me Against The World
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Osten Harvey, James Brown, George Jr Clinton, Tupac Shakur, Reggie Noble, David L Spradley, Roger Troutman, Garry M Shider, Larry Troutman, Shirley Murdock

Lyric:
Yo Mo Bee main, drop that shit

You know what time, boo yow I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand you know what I'm saying
And uh, throw up that finger, ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up
Thug style baby, thug style y' know?

Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya
I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya
If I'm wrong love tell me, 'cause I get caught up
And the life I live is hell see, I never thought I'd see

The day when I would calm down, you ain't heard
I've been known to clown and get around, that's my word
See you're walkin' and you're lookin' good, yes indeed
Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killing me

Watcha attitude to match right, don't be phony
'Cause I hate it when you act like, you don't know me
I've be stressin' in the spotlight, I want the fame
But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Ain't no time for commitment, I gotta go
Can't be wit you every minute miss, another show
And even though I'm known for my one night stand
I wanna be an honest man, but temptations go

Throw up the finger
And all my homies go
Throw them the finger
Ya know what baby it's like

I know you've been searchin' for someone
To make you happy and get the job done
You say you need it, a man with money
But I can't be there and will you still care

Will I cheat or will I be committed? Heaven knows
Gettin' weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go
In my ride and I'm all in, gettin' high
I can hear the people callin', I'm passin' by

Everybody knows I'm ballin', and to God
Gotta keep myself from fallin', but it's hard
All the cuties know I'm under pressure, what do I do
Gettin' shaky when she pull the dress up and says it's cool

Should I stroke or should I wait a while, you decide
If you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie
Move close and let me whisper, some dirty words
In your ears as I kiss ya, on every curve

Slow down baby, don't rush, I like it slow
Can't hold it any longer, so let it go
Open the gates, do you wanna fall up in heaven
Don't worry, I let myself in, all I heard was

Give 'em the finger all my homies go
Throw your fingers up
That's just the thug in me girl, you know
Peep out all my homies, y' know, it's like

I know you've been searchin' for someone
To make you happy and get the job done
You say you need it, a man with money
But I can't be there and will you still care

A lot of people think it's easy, to settle down
Got a woman that'll please me, in every town
I don't wanna but I gotta do it, the temptation
Got me ready to release the fluid, sensation

Sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand
'Cause even thugs get lonely, understand
Even the hardest of my homies need attention
Catch you blowin' up the telephone, reminiscing

I wanna take you to the movies and the park
Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the dark
Now that it's passion, hold me tight
Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight

I know your man ain't lovin' you right
You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life
Enough talkin', you want me to leave, I'll get to walkin'
See you later, 'cause baby I'm a player and all I heard was

Give 'em the finger and all my homies go
Yo this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey y' know?
Throw your fingers up, y' know?
They gonna peep this, this how we run game on you
Check it out everybody

All my niggaz go uptown in the
Give 'em the finger
Throw your hands up
Give 'em the finger

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You Know Me Better - Lyrics - Overpowered - Roisin Murphy

Title: You Know Me Better
Album: Overpowered
Artist: Roisin Murphy
Composer(s): Roisin Murphy, Andy Cato

Lyric:
Me, a new me
A new me, a new me
A new me

I think we waited
Long enough, baby
You know me
Only too well

I just thought someway I have to match you
So don't be defensive
No, no, don't try to pretend to
Look surprised

Have you ever known me?
Bit too shy to jump in
But when it comes to you, I can't win
'Cause you know me better than I know myself

You know me better than I know myself
You know me the best
You know me better than I know myself
You know what to expect

Me, a new me
A new me

Understand it, nobody understands you
The way that I can, let's see this thing through
One thing remaining
Things will never be the same again after tonight

So let's get down to it
This thing is getting stronger and stronger
When you did take it further
I can't wait no longer of waiting my turn
I've waited in line

How long have I known you?
Not in all this time been untrue
I think I'm rolling free, let me see this through
You know me better than I know myself

You know me better than I know myself
You know me the best
You know me better than I know myself
You know what to expect

You know me better than I know myself
You know me the best
You know me better than I know myself

How many years can we keep going on this way?
Too afraid to nurtured stay
Where I believe the friendship can survive
Maybe it won't, if we do or we don't

You know me better than I know myself
You know me the best
You know me better than I know myself
You know what to expect

You know me better than I know myself
You know me the best
You know me better than I know myself
You know what to expect

You know me better than I know myself
You know me better than I know myself
You know me better than I know myself
You know me better than I know myself
You know what to expect

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Momma I'M So Sorry - Lyrics - Hell Hath No Fury - Clipse

Title: Momma I'M So Sorry
Album: Hell Hath No Fury
Artist: Clipse
Composer(s): Terrance Thornton, Pharrell L Williams, Gene Elliott Jr Thornton

Lyric:
Gather around

Miami Vice, all my cocaine gringos, ya know
Miami Vice, Pusha spit this shit for y'all, here we go

Youngin' don't make my cells rise, I shoot you out ya chuckers
Pusha hear the whispers of all you mothafuckers
Papa said stay free of them suckers
Minus the wicked jumper, street balla like the rucker
Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple, roosters in the duffle

Keep the hood screaming ?CaCa doodle doo fuckers?
Coke by the ton, rap niggaz I'm the one
With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryin' to jacka
Basic ass rappas, got 'em running for they life
I philosophies about glocks and keys

Niggaz call me young black Socrates, West Indies
Bitch drop to knees quick, what?
With dreams of being a rich man's bitch
Feel sorry for niggaz, pull triggers and they shit click
So many bullets jammed in my shit, should call me [Incomprehensible]
Shake the diamonds out my wrists

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my pocket

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Big home, palm trees and watches
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
My only accomplice is my conscious

Youngin', learn from me, let's not be at odds
Were more like than not, 2 peas of a pod
Same hustle, 'cept my hustle now flows
I once gave it away, at 30 grams an O

That accounts for all them days in the cold
Feels like kissing cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl
But it's a bigger picture, homes trust I done seen it
From Frankford to Colon, Oslo to Sweden

From Italy's Milan to the shores of Nepali
Now I consider Ferrarian Salvador dollies
I'm no longer local, my thoughts are global
That's why I seen distance, son expand ya vision

Even the [Incomprehensible] Norwegian women, blonde hair and blue eyes
I'm gettin' back with a vengeance
Whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten
And they wonder in these raps if I'm kiddin', huh

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my pocket

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Big home, palm trees and watches
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
My only accomplice is my conscious, uh

Miami Vice, sorry heavenly father, once again I hate to bother
It's P the evil creeper send some to the grim reaper
Meanwhile, me and my Mrs. like Soloman and Sheeba
Sign of the times her Emilio Gucci sneakers, huh

Ghetto literature, I damn near died from Bolivia
It don't take much to get rid of ya, it's a sin for ya
Better call the minister

I'm sorry grandmama for mistakes I have made
When I aired family business, how you put me in my place
Even my baby mama, I can't look you in the face
'Cause I can't do enough, you a symbol of God's grace

So I place you in the flower bed, porcelain shower heads
Throughout the house and keep the youngin's mouthes fed
And when I'm gone, I hope it is said
I gave structure to the youth by the example I lead, huh

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my pocket

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Big home, palm trees and watches
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
My only accomplice is my conscious

Miami Vice

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Da Thugs - Lyrics - Thug On Da Line - Krayzie Bone

Title: Da Thugs
Album: Thug On Da Line
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): I Lorenzo, Michael Sandlofer, M S Loafer, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Thugline guess who's back?
(Da thugs)
Tell 'em who the real niggaz is, man?
(Da thugs)

Who the fuck ya come to see?
(Da thugs)
The only niggaz down with me is
(Da thugs)

Who the niggaz straight up off the double glock?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz brought you thug love with Pac
(Bone)
(Da thugs)

Who the niggaz mixin' Hennessey and gin?
(Da thugs)
Let's start this shit up, baby

Niggaz guessin' it is my thug nature
That motivates me to chase me some paper
'Cause bein' broke sure 'nuff wasn't the plans when we made 'em
Straight up, you barely get up off your ass wake up, wake up
Nigga, how long you think this shit gonna last? Yeah
(Thugs)

Get up, get up got to keep your hustle
Got to fight the struggle if ya wanna survive the jungle
You know I'm a thug for life, I'm knowin' you already knowin' that
Don't need to be showin' that
Until it's time to let niggaz knowin that, that's what I'm doin'
(Thugs)

Gonna go platinum outta the box the tracks out, the raps out
And nigga don't act shocked
You fuckin' with Kray, leatherface sawed off slim
Ghetto cowboy
Whatever you got to say you say it loud, speak up
(Thugs)

No need for flashin' my jewelry to get a broad, hell no
Ain't got no game but nigga my real is raw
You feel me, kill me that's been the discussion of some bustas
I heard them motherfuckas tryin' to do the thuggish ruggish
(Thugs)

Bring it on, we about war, world war
Meet us in the streets or bring it to the show
We can rap, bust caps, make 'em know it
While I strangle this bastard with my microphone cord
(Da thugs)

Who them motherfuckas wanna be like?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz feel the thug shit we write?
(Da thugs)

Tell them motherfuckas who we do it for?
(Da thugs)
If ya niggaz lookin' for us playa, here we go
(Da thugs)

Why the fuck the cops always fuckin' with
(Da thugs)
Fuck the police that's comin' straight from
(Da thugs)

Who your girlfriend left you for?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz you scared to approach?
(Da thugs)

The way they leave ya fine 'til we get there
Nigga you're runnin' outta time
See you with a cop, 'cause we be there
Picture thugs on the line, frontline

The way they leave ya fine 'til we get there
Nigga you're runnin' outta time
See you with a cop, 'cause we be there, pint ya
Thugs on the line, frontline

See krayzie about that nickels and profit
(Thugs)
Keepin' my pockets all swollen
Gimme that bone love
As you can see it's no longer mo' thug

That's your luck, 'cause it ain't no beefer that my peeps
So why do I hear 'em speakin' it different on the streets?
But check it out
(Thugs)

I'm through with trippin', that's why I got on my mission and did this
Handled my business, witness your nigga come up on these millions
Really I been in the cut now for quite a while
When I come out, niggaz gonna recognize the tighter style
(Thugs)

Now watch out this harmonies
Speed it up, heat it up, beat it up
Give it up, anyways keepin' up
Ain't never been done before just so you know

Wait a minute, oh I want you to meet and greet my thug tribe
New and improved, I bring to you the motherfuckin' thugline
(Thugs)

Fuck what you talkin' stupid bitch, it's what you walk
Can you walk? And my thugs strut
It's daily watch me walk
(Thugs)

I never really been one to claim no coast
But you're that Cleveland nigga in here for sho'
(In da house)
That I know
(Thugs)

Who them niggaz stealin' t-shirts and khakies?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz keep it real when they rappin'?
(Da thugs)

Who they tryin' to ban, who?
(Da thugs)
And who don't give a damn, who?
(Da thugs)

What you hearin' when you turnin' on your radio?
(Da thugs)
Who you seein' when you lookin' at the video?
(Da thugs)

Who them niggaz smokin' blunts non stop?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz escape the block?
(Da thugs)

When you kick it with the thugs
When you smoke a little weed
Call me up, you know the thugs always keep it
We got what you need, just call me up, yeah
(Da thugs)

Teach the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole wide world)
Want the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole, wide, world)

Teach the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole wide world)
Want the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole, wide, world)

What's up to my niggaz Flesh-N-Bone?
(Da thugs)
Stay strong, my nigga
Fuck the law
(Da thugs)

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Time To Say Goodbye - Lyrics - Montell Jordan

Title: Time To Say Goodbye
Artist: Montell Jordan
Composer(s): Anthony S Crawford, Stacy Daniels, Montell Du Sean Jordan

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Lyric:
I'm so ready for everybody to go home
Yeah, me too
I want you so bad right now
You ready?
Let's do this

Think it's time to say goodbye to our company
Now it's time to say goodbye to all our company
I don't wanna wait any longer, yeah

Some friends came by to kick it
But the time is passing slow
We've wined and dined for half the night
We told every joke that we know

Now I don't mind entertaining
But your body language is telling me
Along with your bedroom eyes
Feels like it's time for them to leave now

It's getting late and I don't want them to stay
They don't have to go home
But they gotta get up, get out and get on

Think it's time to say goodbye to our company
So glad they could come but they stayed too long
Don't mean to be rude but they need to go home

Now it's time to say goodbye to all our company
We're so glad you could come, they stayed too long
Don't mean to be rude they need to go home

Baby, I'm feeling you
And I'm glad you're so attentive to my every move
I know that you want it so why don't we just play it cool

And hope they're leaving soon
Let's wait a while is what I said before
But this waiting is making me want you more

It's getting late and I don't want them to stay
They don't have to go home
But they gotta get up, get out and get on

Think it's time to say goodbye to our company
So glad you could come but you stayed too long
Don't mean to be rude but you got to go home

Now it's time to say goodbye to all our company
So glad you could come but you stayed too long
Don't mean to be rude but you need to go home

We like it when you drop by for a minute
Excited that you came by here to kick it
But when they see the foreplay in our eyes
I think they should realize that it's getting time to go

I can sneak a feel and they won't know
We want you to go home
We need to spend tonight alone
Tonight alone, tonight alone boy

Now it's time to say goodbye to all our company
Think it's time to say goodbye to our company
We're so glad they could come but they stayed too long
Don't mean to be rude but they need to go on home

Think it's time to say goodbye to all our company
We need to spend tonight alone

Gave me a sign, the look in your eyes
Says you want it baby, put yourself on it babe
I can't take it no more, won't you go on the floor
I'll be keeping you warm, I'm so glad that they're gone

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