U Can Call - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: U Can Call
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur, Phalon Alexander

Lyric:
Dear baby you the picture of perfection
Straight from your million dollar smile
To my attraction to your complexion, no hesitation needed
You got me inhalin' the aroma of your perfume and feelin' heated

I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction
Hold out my hand, grab your hand, now we touchin'
My lyrics are poetry, so baby get a ticket to go with me
Thugged out so you notice me

It's a positive attraction, see pictures of us
Layin' butt-naked on the beach kickin' back relaxin'
And only you can calm, the savage beast
Look in my eyes are you surprised, that it's me?

I wanna make you mine
I'm kissin' on you tryin' to make it different every time
(That's right)
I'm so lonely in my bedroom, lookin' at the walls
Withcha number in my hand, wonderin' should I even call her tonight

Anytime you like, baby, you can call me
Need a thug up in your life, never find nobody like me
'Cause I know what you want and girl you know I got you
You got what I need and shorty it's all on you, baby, call on me

Been gettin' nuttin' but bad news, ever since the day you left me
I sit and wonder is there a way you could forget me
Remember my phone calls, my late visits
Us havin' breakfast in bed, then we straight kick it

Me and you in satin sheets, 'til after two
Come take a walk on the wild side, enjoy the view
Whenever we collide it's goin' to be a pleasurable time
Makin' love 'til the early light

Sweetheart, don't fight the feelin'
Come get a shot of this plain dealin' and concentrate on the ceiling
It's my intention to brush up
Beware of the fireworks, 'cause everytime we touch

It's bound to be, so relax, clown with me
As if you're down with me, get around and see
The brother with tattoos and no fears
Runnin' my fingers through your hair if you call me

Anytime you like, baby, you can call me
Need a thug up in your life, never find nobody like me
'Cause I know what you want and girl you know I got you
You got what I need and shorty it's all on you, baby, call on me

Pardon me, but let's be specific
Baby, 'cause if you down with me, nigga we can kick it
And let's take trips and ride airplanes
A hundred thousand dollar car on dem gold thangs, so can you hang?

'Cause we can be real tight
(Right)
I got a big suite at the hot', if it feel right
My only wish is to be witcha
You got me steady strivin' to getcha fantasizin' of friendly pictures

The pressure's gettin' major
I wonder will you answer my call, if I page ya
Got me goin' wild with anticipation
Face to face with us locked up in strange places, what will it take?

'Cause the heartache be heartbreak is my prediction
When you falsify and start fake in my position
I'm a careful man but a player when I ball
Got my eyes on you baby, can I call?

Anytime you like, baby you can call me
Need a thug up in your life, never find nobody like me
'Cause I know what you want and girl you know I got you
You got what I need and shorty it's all on you

Anytime you like, baby you can call me
Need a thug up in your life, never find nobody like me
'Cause I know what you want, and girl you know I got you
You got what I need, and shorty it's all on you, baby call on me

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I Concentrate On You - Lyrics - Seduction: Sinatra Sings Of Love (Deluxe 2 CD Edition) - Frank Sinatra

Title: I Concentrate On You
Album: Seduction: Sinatra Sings Of Love (Deluxe 2 CD Edition)
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Cole Porter

Lyric:
Whenever skies look gray to me
And trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds become too strong
I concentrate on you

When fortune cries, "Nay, nay," to me
And people declare you're through
Whenever the blues become my only song
I concentrate on you

On your smile so sweet so tender
When at first my kiss you decline
On the light in your eyes when you surrender
And once again our arms intertwine

And so when wise men say to me
That love's young dream never comes true
To prove that even wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you, I concentrate and concentrate on you

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Fit But You Know It (Album Version) - Lyrics - Streets

Title: Fit But You Know It (Album Version)
Artist: Streets
Composer(s): Mike Skinner

Lyric:
S'cuse me girl
I know it's a bit embarrassing
But I just noticed some tan lines
On your shirt

See, I reckon you're about an eight or a nine
Maybe even nine and a half in four beers time
That blue top shop top you've got on is nice
Bit too much fake tan though but yeah, you score high

But there's just one little thing that's really, really
Really, really annoying me about you, you see
Yeah, yeah, like I said, you are really fit
But my gosh, don't you just know it

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it

So when I looked at you standing there with your hoard
I was waiting in the queue looking at the board
Wondering whether to have a burger or chips
Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford

When I noticed out of the corner of my eye
Looking towards my direction, your eyes locked onto my course
I couldn't concentrate on what I wanted to order
Which lost me the place in the queue I waited for, yeah

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it

Whoa, leave it out
Are you smoking crack or something?
Mike just leave it, just leave it
We cannot have that behavior in this establishment

It's not worth it Mike, just leave it, it's not worth it
Don't touch me, don't touch me
I'm alright, don't touch me

For a while I was thinking yeah, but what if?
Picturing myself with bare white hot wit
Snaring at you as you were standing there opposite
Whether or not you knew it I swear you didn't tick

And when that bloke in the white behind us lot queuing
Was clocking onto you too, yeah, I had to admit that
Yeah yeah you are fit and yeah, I do want it
But I stopped sharkin' a minute to get chips and drinks

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it

Now, I bashed my head hard earlier due to the brew
But I am digressing slightly so I'll continue
I didn't wanna bowl over all geezer and rude
Not rude like good but just rude like uncouth

You girls think you can just flirt and it comes to you
But let me tell you, see, yes, yes, you are really rude
And rude as in good, I knew this as you stood and queued
But I just did not want to give the satisfaction to you

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it

Just as you started to make your big advance
With the milkshake and that little doughnut in hand
I was like, nah, I can't even though you look grand
But you look sharp there smiling hard, suggestin' and

Gleamin' away with your hearty hearty looking tan
But I admit the next bit was spanners to my plan
You walk towards my path but you just brushed right past
And into the arms of that fuckin' white shirted man

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it

Oh, what do I give a fuck, I've got a girlfriend anyway
Whoa, we've all had a drink mate
We're all a bit drunk, we've had a few, fair play
I got this Stella, I bombed from that last cafe
This night's not even begun, yes, yes, oh yay

I did fancy you a bit though, yeah, I must say
I would rather I hadn't mugged myself on display
But this is just another case of female stopping play
On an otherwise, total result of a holiday

I'm not trying to pull you
Even though I would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it

You're fit, but you're fit, but you know it
You're fit but you know it
I think, I'm going to fall over
I think, I'm going to fall, oh, fuck it all

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Z - Reservoir Dogs - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - Reservoir Dogs
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): D Styles, S Jacob, E Sermon, J Philips, Shawn Carter, Isaac Hayes, Dwayne Grant, Todd Eric Gaither

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Lyric:
Fuck, shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, Lox, takin' the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and banned from T.V. your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin' for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid
And walk the streets up in the wild like I don't fuckin' care
If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children

When I ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin', while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin' your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-ray
As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin' shots of Louie 'til I fall
Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear big move
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, like testricles

Hit you up in your apartment buildin' vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin'
Heat from the noggin', keep on sparkin'
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin'
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin'
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct
Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin' your pops
You feelin' the Lox, nigga why you grillin' the Lox
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog, but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it

Lot of cats still tryin' to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin' up, or headline
Doin' the speed limit or pushin' red lines
Six months in the county or fed time
I'm a be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime

Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L O X
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered
I told you the pain was comin'
You wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to Hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin' off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin' your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin' to lose
Somethin' to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off

Ain't nuttin' for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin' nigga who pull quick, still packin'
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin' 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin' backwards, just for practice

Ride or die nigga, hoppin' in your casket
'Bout to go to Hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin', let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at 12 o'clock
I'm half past 7, bust 6 then 11
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay, what the fuck, spendin' Mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us 'cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six range
Shit main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped Big Caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain to the brain

Motherfuckers is noddin' and throwin' up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money 'til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses?
We don't stop at the tolls we got E Z passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I B on the elastic

Shit, bitch! What the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint

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Z - Resevoir Dogs - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Resevoir Dogs
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): D Styles, S Jacob, E Sermon, J Philips, Shawn Carter, Isaac Hayes, Dwayne Grant, Todd Eric Gaither

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Lyric:
Fuck, shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX
Takin' the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy

Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid
And walk the streets up in [Incomprehensible] like I don't fuckin' care

If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children
When I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores

Jet-skin, while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin' your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall

Takin' shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now

My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats

You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim? Y'all niggaz nuts, like testicles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin' vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin'

Heat from the noggin', keep on sparkin'
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin'
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin'

Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct
Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin' your pops
You feelin' The Lox, nigga why you grillin' The Lox
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot

You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper

I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats still tryin' to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce

They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin' up or headline
Doin' the speed limit or pushin' red lines

Six months in the county or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was comin', you wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin' off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die

What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin' your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin' to lose
Somethin' to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wet niggaz and kill 'em on my day off

Ain't nuttin' for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews

Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin' nigga who pull quick, still packin'
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop

I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin' 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin' backwards, just for practice

Ride or die nigga, hoppin' in your casket
'Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin' let 'em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock

My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I Ruff Ryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella, spendin' mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us 'cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna

Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six Range, shit main, switch lanes

Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin' and throwin' up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man

He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses?

We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the elastic

Shit, beyotch, what the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint

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Here Is Something You Can'T Understand - Lyrics - Stoned Raiders - Cypress Hill

Title: Here Is Something You Can'T Understand
Album: Stoned Raiders
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Lawrence Muggerud, Ricardo Brown, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
Yeah bitch
Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers
What you think about that?
You brother's don't got it
B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle
My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle
Relax by the kizzle
An' go get us a couple hizzles
You dizzles
Yeah with muggs
What it is
SEN dog
Keep it real gangster
Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?

Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on
Before things start to happen and I lose my calm
'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup
(Yeah)
Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck
Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!

But niggas wanna do shit to make me react
So "Insane in the brain", let it rain on a bitch nigga
Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga
You can't feel me without the braile
I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale
Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much
But really what they saw was me and Kurupt

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

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

Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries
You gotta be real like me and B-Real
See you shoot, you ride but we kill
Concentrate unloadin' our steel
Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will
Riding on niggas when the may am spills
Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal

Hamlet and unmanageable
What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table
I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels
Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by
Paranoid, we drive by till we die
You niggas don't really know shit
I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch

Here is something that they just don't get
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit
Here is something that they just don't know
Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga

Here is something that they just don't get
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit
Here is something that they just don't know
Back to fo, creepin' through the back door
I just dope blast 'em

'Cuz I ain't finished yet
I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet
We're like a pack of panorama
In your Soul Assessino
Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama
East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride
Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high
'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip
Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip

I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang
With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs
Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business
Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness
Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen
Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches
That's what you get when you fuck with the Real
Hardcore Nigga said, "Pack That Steel"

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

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

Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans
Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces
The "I Don't Give A Fuck" committee's just arrived
With millis and fifty-fives
Homicidally, I've seperated the busters
Blasted the snitches, broke the switches
Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches
Stole the riches, booked the bitches
Like fuck ya asses, nigga

Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge
We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head
While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock
Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?
While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town
And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down
Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'
In the silver stack in the parkin' lot
With the handle cocked

Here is something, that I think you just can't understand
How I could just kill a man!
And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man
How I could just kill a man!
You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real
How I could just kill a man!
And if you think you wanna come and test me
Then come deal with my steel
How I could just kill a man!

Here is something, that I think you just can't understand
And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man
You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real
And if you think you wanna come and test me
Then come deal with my steel

You just don't understand
How I could just, kill a man
(Yeah)
La la la la, la la la la la

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I Concentrate On You - Lyrics - Ella Fitzgerald

Title: I Concentrate On You
Artist: Ella Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Cole Porter

Lyric:
Whenever skies look gray to me
And trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds become too strong
I concentrate on you

When fortune cries nay, nay to me
And people declare you through
Whenever the blues becomes my only song
I concentrate on you

On your smile, so sweet, so tender
When at first your kiss I decline
On the light in your eyes when I surrender
And once again our arms intertwine

And so when wise men say to me
That loves young dream never comes true
To prove that even wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you

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I Miss You - Lyrics - Spin - Darren Hayes

Title: I Miss You
Album: Spin
Artist: Darren Hayes
Composer(s): Darren Stanley Hayes, Greg Bieck

Lyric:
Give me a reason, why I'm feeling so blue
Every time I close my eyes all I see is you
Give me a reason, why I can't feel my heart
Every time you leave my side, I just fall apart
And when you're fast asleep, I wonder where you go
Can you tell me I wanna know

Because I miss you and this is all I wanna say
I guess I miss you beautiful
These three words have said it all
You know I miss you
I think about you when you're gone
I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong
I don't mean to carry on

But give me a reason why I can't concentrate
The world is turning upside down
Spinning round and round
Now give me a reason why I now understand
The beauty and simplicity
Of everything surrounding me

You got a way of spreading magic everywhere
Anywhere I go I know you're always there
It sounds ridiculous, but when you leave a room
There's a part of me that just wants to follow you too

Because I miss you and this is all I wanna say
I guess I miss you beautiful
These three words have said it all
You know I miss you
I think about you when you're gone
I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong
I don't mean to carry on

It's such a hard life and most of the time
I'm just surviving
That's why I want you to know
In a world where sincerity has lost it's meaning
You fill my world with so much hope

And I miss you, this is all I wanna say
I guess I miss you beautiful
These three words have said it all
You know I miss you
I think about you when you're gone
I guess I miss you nothing's wrong
I don't mean to carry on

You know I miss you and this is all I wanna say
I guess I miss you beautiful
These three words have said it all
You know I miss you, this is all I wanna do
I know it doesn't sound too cool
But maybe I'm in love with you

You know I miss you, this is all I wanna say
I guess I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong
I don't mean to carry on, I just miss you
Yeah, It's true, I miss you baby
And when you're walking out the door
I know I miss you
You make me wanna ask for more, I just miss you

Yeah it's true, I miss you baby
Yeah it's true, I miss you baby
Yeah, I miss you baby
Yeah it's true, I miss you baby

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I Want You For Myself - Lyrics - Another Level

Title: I Want You For Myself
Artist: Another Level
Composer(s): Dane Bowers, Bobak Kianoush, Dakari St Amee, Wayne Williams, Mark Baron, William Ward

Lyric:
I want you for myself, I don't want nobody else
To try to intervene or come between. you and me
Cause we got a thing, yeah
I want you for myself, I don't want nobody else
To try to intervene or come between. you and me
Cause we got a good thing babe
Why should I play the field
When it's you that I want
I'm not that jealous type
But I ain't gonna front
We should just settle down
And stop fooling around
Cause we both feel each other
So why should there be those other lovers

I know what love is
So I know that my feeling true
Cause I feel for you
But sometimes I feel hurt
Cause I play the fool
So if loving you alone is wrong
I don't wanna be right
(Chorus)
Let's hit legitimate and concentrate on us
So when we're intimate our love is based on trust
Love is so good when there just two
People involved just me and you
Cause the thought of you with someone else
Just makes me crazy, baby

What love is
So I know that my feeling true
Cause I'm a fool for you
But sometimes I feel hurt
Cause I play the fool
So if loving you alone is wrong
I don't wanna be right

I want you for myself, I don't want nobody else
To try to intervene or come between. you and me
Cause we got a thing, yeah
I want you for myself, I don't want nobody else
To try to intervene or come between. you and me
Cause we got a good thing babe
Why should I play the field
When it's you that I want
I'm not that jealous type
But I ain't gonna front
We should just settle down
And stop fooling around
Cause we both feel each other
So why should there be those other lovers

Girl you got me think I want you all for my own
Girl you got me think I want you for my own
Baby, come on, come on, come on
Girl you got me think I want you all for my own
Girl you got me think I want you for my own
Got me going, love you sugar, got me going
Girl you got me think I want you all for my own
Girl you got me think I want you for my own
Just you babe
Baby I want you for my own

I want you for myself, I don't want nobody else
To try to intervene or come between. you and me
Cause we got a thing, yeah
I want you for myself, I don't want nobody else
To try to intervene or come between. you and me
Cause we got a good thing babe
Why should I play the field
When it's you that I want
I'm not that jealous type
But I ain't gonna front
We should just settle down
And stop fooling around
Cause we both feel each other
So why should there be those other lovers

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Institutionalized - Lyrics - Senses Fail

Title: Institutionalized
Artist: Senses Fail
Composer(s): Louis Mayorga, Michael Muir

Lyric:
Sometimes I try to do things
And it just doesn't work out the way I wanted to
And I get real frustrated
And I'm like, I try hard to do it

And I'm like, take my time
And it doesn't work out the way I wanted to
It's like, I concentrate on real hard but it doesn't work out
And everything I do and everything I try it never turns out

It's like, I need time to figure these things out
There's always someone there going, ?Hey, Mike
You know, we've been noticing
You've been having a lot of problems lately?

?You know, you should, maybe, get away
And like, maybe you should talk about it, you'll feel a lot better?
And I go, ?No, it's okay, you know I'll figure it out
Just leave me alone I'll figure it out
You know I'll just work it out myself?

And they go, ?Well you know if you want to talk about it
I'll be here you know and you'll probably feel a lot better
If you talked about it, so why don't you talk about it?
I go, ?No, I don't want to I'm okay, I'll figure it out myself?
And they just keep bugging me and they just keep bugging me
And it builds up inside

You're gonna be institutionalized
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won't have any say
They'll brainwash you until you see their way

I'm not crazy, institution
You're the one who's crazy, institution
You're driving me crazy, institution

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall
Thinking about everything
But then again I was thinking about nothing
And then my mom came in and I didn't even know she was there

She called my name and I didn't even hear it
And then she started screaming, ?Mike, Mike?
And I go, ?What, what's the matter??
And she goes, ?What's the matter with you??

I go, ?There's nothing wrong, mom?
And she goes, ?Don't tell me that, you're on drugs?
I go, ?No, mom, I'm not on drugs, I'm okay
I was just thinking you know, why don't you get me a Pepsi?

And she goes, ?No, you're on drugs
I go, ?Mom, I'm okay, I'm just thinking?
She goes, ?No you're not thinking, you're on drugs
Normal people don't act that way?

I go, ?Mom just give me a Pepsi, please?
All I want is a Pepsi and she wouldn't give it to me
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi
And she wouldn't give it to me, just a Pepsi

They give you a white shirt with long sleeves
Tied around you're back, you're treated like thieves
Drug you up because they're lazy
It's too much work to help a crazy

I'm not crazy, institution
You're the one who's crazy, institution
You're driving me crazy, institution

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

I'm sitting in my room and my mom and my dad came in
They pulled up a chair and they sat down, they go
?Mike, we need to talk to you?
I go, ?Okay, what's the matter??

They go, ?Me and your mom have been noticing lately
That you've been having a lot of problems
You've been going off for no reason and we're afraid
You're gonna hurt somebody
We're afraid you're gonna hurt yourself?

?So we decided that it would be in your interest
If we put you somewhere
Where you could get the help that you need?
And I go, ?Wait, what are you talking about, we decided
My best interest, how can you know what's my best interest is??

?How can you say what my best interest is?
What are you trying to say, I'm crazy?
When I went to your schools, I went to your churches
I went to your institutional learning facilities?
So how can you say I'm crazy??

They say they're gonna fix my brain
Alleviate my suffering and my pain
But by the time they fix my head
Mentally, I'll be dead

I'm not crazy, institution
You're the one who's crazy, institution
You're driving me crazy, institution

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

It doesn't matter, I'll probably get hit by a car anyway

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If It Ain'T Free - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: If It Ain'T Free
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians and transvestites
I am your platter spinnin' poppa, your woofer whopper
Your G-mosavé from the mohavé
Sellin' weed out the alley of the anti-dope valley

Rollin' like a tumbleweed through Pimpville, Pimpafornia
I'm the Hungry Hustler, Afro mutha' fuckin'
Givin' a shout out to all these parasites
(Parasites? You understand me?)

These mosquitos
(Mosquitos)
Mosquite ho's
Swarmin' around my water tryin' to suck me dry
But money come to hard to give it all to a broad
(I know that's right, hell, yeah)

We all do stupid things payin' too much for pussy
Don't have to be one of em'
So fellas, don't get pussy-whoopped
(Say what?)

Whoop that pussy
(While yer bullshuttin' looky here boy)
And we ain't talkin' bout all women
But if the maxipad fits, go ahead and wear it bitch
(Henh do you undersmell me?)

(Check this out loco)
Babay, you are the woman of my dreams
(Yes you go on an do your thang)

And I really want to put a woman like you somewhere on my team
You have a sense of humor you sexy and you smart
(You so intelligent)
But when you tried to take my money, honey
You broke my fuckin' heart

(C'mon 'cuz where you at loco? You broke my fuckin' heart)
I said baby, yeah, I need you to step on out my car
(Step on out my car don't forget your panties and your bra)
'Cuz now I know exactly what you are
(Ladies and gentlemen, fresh off parole the Quarterpiece Quartet)

You gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(What you say baby? You need some what? You need some money?)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(You know you fucked up, don't ya? you know you fucked up
Don't ya? don't ya?)

You's a gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(N-n-no you'd you better not skip this song, you better
Not skip this song)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me
(I'll be sittin' up there)
Baby
(Watchin' them male bashers Ricky Lake and Queen Latifah
So listen to this shit, biotch)

See, I finally figured out why these ho's be hoin'
Pussy is the only thing a bitch got goin'
It must be Sunday, 'cuz you got no class
With the G-string goin' up the crack o'yer ass
(Crack o'yer ass)

Yo, you didn't speak back when I spoke to you
(Spoke to you)
Why? Do I look broke to you?
You put your head down, baby, then you pass me
(Pass me)
You hit the dance floor and started dancin' nasty
(Nasty)

And it's a trip when a stripper start to strip
All the home boys feel obligated to tip
Baby, even though I love the way you grease your thighs
I'm savin' my money for some chile cheese fries

Please, don't make me laugh ho
Take yo gold diggin' hands off my Afro
(Afro)
Give you money for dancin'? Come on, boo
I wouldn't give it to you, if you let me come on you

Ooh, I never found a gold diggin' woman arousin'
I'm a stingy black boy from the year two thousand
Payin' a broad is preposterous
Unless you stick your dick down her esophagus

And even if you did that, you still a trick
(Still a trick)
You need to make the woman pay for your dick
(You know)
You the one huffin', you the one puffin'
She the one layin' there, ain't doin' nuthin'

And I bet you ate the pussy hopin' for good luck
Nine times outta ten you didn't get your dick sucked
Bitch too busy, thinkin' 'bout
Takin' all the money out yer bank account

So get out my Cadillac, real slow
And go back home to your dil-do
If you're lookin' for a trick, Miss Gold Digger
You need to go talk to a old nigga

You gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(All these little undercover prostitutes, 'cuz)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(Get to the house and the bitch stick out her hand and shit)

You's a gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(You know I ain't tryin' to be too niggerish on the microphone
You know what I'm sayin' cuz?)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(Hey, let's flip it with finesse, for the ladies)
(Honey)

Man, this girl walked up to me the other day
(You can't have my money)
I ain't even fuckin' her she want me to jeopardize my life
Take her to the wrong neighborhood way across town
(Honey)
And got mad at me when I asked her for some

Money for some gas in my Cadillac
(You can't have my money)
I told her like this eyea, bitch, I ain't playin'
It ain't like you my woman you know what I'm sayin'?
Talkin' 'bout a man s'posed to take care of a woman

I told her like sugar free, I said now wait a minute baby, hold on
(Hold on)
That's drama naw, naw, that's some shit you got from your mama
Now I ain't fixin' to break nary fingernail goin' oops upside yo head
Talkin' 'bout take me shopping

I told her like be legit check this shit out, I say, hey man
I said hit me when your welfare check is comin'
And maybe we can go to the mall, or sumpin' punk bitch
(Hey what's Nate Dogg tell them bitches man?
Hey let me concentrate and say)

'Cuz I-I-I have never met a girl
(Whay you playin' me hey come on y'all)
That I love, in the whole wide world
(What Ice Cube say, hey check it out, he say)

Last night she sucked my dick
Now she kissin' Little Man
Won't he suck my dick and let's cut out the
Middleman, man, man, man, man, man, man, man

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I Want You - Lyrics - Affairs Of The Heart - Jody Watley

Title: I Want You
Album: Affairs Of The Heart
Artist: Jody Watley
Composer(s): Andre Cymone, Jody Watley

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Lyric:
When the night falls surrounds us gently
With a sexy atmosphere
Well, light some candles, play some music
Ooh, I just want to feel that intimacy, yeah

Nobody but you and I
Lovin' and kissin' so passionately
Sharin' our feelings, just caress my body
Ooh baby, let me whisper in your ear

I want your love
(I want you)
I'll have your love
(I got to have you)

I need your love
(I need your love)
I want your love
(Yeah)

I want your love
(I want you)
I'll have your love
(I got to have you)
I need your love
(I need your love)

Turn the lights down low and baby, come close
I wanna give it to you like you never had it before
Unplug the phone, don't disturb this groove
I just wanna concentrate on you, oh

Nobody but you and I
Just lovin' and kissin' so passionately, oh
Sharin' our feelings, just caress my body
Ooh baby, let me whisper in your ear

I want your love
(I want you)
I'll have your love
(I got to have you)

I need your love
(I need your love)
I want your love
(Yeah)

I want your love
(I want you)
I'll have your love
(I got to have you)
I need your love
(I need your love)

I want your love
(I want you)
I'll have your love
(I got to have you)

I need your love
(I need your love)
I want your love
(Yeah)

I want your love
(I want you)
I'll have your love
(I got to have you)
I need your love
(I need your love)

I want your love
(I want you)
I'll have your love
(I got to have you)

I need your love
(I need your love)
I want your love
(Yeah)

I want your love
(I want you)
I'll have your love
(I got to have you)
I need your love
(I need your love)

I want your love
(I want you)
I'll have your love
(I got to have you)

I need your love
(I need your love)
I want your love
(Yeah)

I want your love
(I want you)
I'll have your love
(I got to have you)
I need your love
(I need your love)

Oh, baby, baby, baby, please
Oh, baby, baby, baby, please
Oh, baby, baby, baby, please
Oh, baby, baby, baby, please

I want your love
(I want you)
I'll have your love
(I got to have you)

I need your love
(I need your love)
I want your love
(Yeah)

I want your love
(I want you)
I'll have your love
(I got to have you)
I need your love
(I need your love)
I want you

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Distant Wilderness - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: Distant Wilderness
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Raymon Murray, Patrick Brown, Robert Barnett, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Why is it you fail, to see a man
In the same hour, that his kin come grinnin'?
In another code, fell asleep, party mode, tryin' to come up
From the ashes that defy your lift, listen up

Ladies seem sweet, the ocean meets the mountain peaks
Stone-walker, side-walker, watch those loose lips, wall street
Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H2O
Four coats will make it glaze

Beams rooted like dogwood, between the pine, wind
Twenty-fo' stores with malt for sale, still fetchin' water
Out the well, help em size, find the grind, find the times
Where the times weighed as hard as [Incomprehensible]
Find me shoes, baby daddy

Rico daddy, he didn't break the TV
So why should I weep, man gon' bye, see you when my light blow
Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull
Between the halo, and a fork-pitch suffocated by my rhymes

Worship high, it's just another name
Take your time and concentrate on it
Take a stand and make your hand a fist
We got a reason to resist

The mortal orbit your nadir, don't cross the fade
Chillin' in Decatur, where it's greater, secure streets
In the hood late at nights, dippin' fine
Hard not to be slippin', if they come, I won't run
When it's time, I ain't trippin', I got my date
And you got yours too, I see, the record sales soar

After the death, of this creator, genocidal, tendencies
When they mention he, who listens, to unseen hand
Cappin' the faces of the young black man, when they sing
Knowin' that we godly, got to keep it right

With my people 'cause I'm equal no matter, how much I make
I can't escape fate, the date as I await, as I await, I can't fake
Can't fake, I can't fake, I'm true with it

A duffel for the cash, platinum within myself from another earth
Spill, Nina, tea leaf, your very, existence is considered a privilege
Buck up, and they can't, be revoked pay your taxes, uhh, snake eyes
Strapped with flaws, still iterant to a lot of laws

Man made, but that's a dot, everybody
From the east coast don't wear it back home, whatchu think?
Gettin' they thoughts mixed negative, after reassurances
I say a prayer, plus if I, entertained them
It's easy to commit, hard to resist

And once we cross that line segment, not even our producers
Can bring us back, eyeballs peeled
Eardrums opened, egos stripped stroked, another low blow
Delivered to the hip-hop culture, uhh
Industry consists of thieveries, prostitutes
And folgers if somethin' bigger than us, past the blue
Told us that it wasn't a heaven for G's

Then we do this, continue your devilish deeds
I mean activities, that just show, that it's a hell
For jacks, independent, but you distributed by your masters
Labels still a slave, but you just get to eat at
The white man's table, lookin' like Gable Gunther
On the Guinness Book of World Records, God didn't like ugly
And he wasn't too fond of cute either
A climate of caution, a climate of caution in effect

Worship high, it's just another name
Take your time and concentrate on it
Take a stand and make your hand a fist
We got a reason to resist

Wherever I am, you can feel god is present, in the midst of darkness
If you spark up bet somebody gonna see it
It is necessary for me to speak these words now
Another day here hasn't been promised to me

Don't you agree that you never fail when you try
I'm willing to die but first I am willing to live
And I over stand that this will be a lifelong sacrifice
In order to reveal you gon' have to destroy
And if you ain't thinkin' right you damn sure can't act right

Somebody raise your fist and let me know I'm not alone
Revolution, doesn't mean fightin' in these streets
And it ain't gonna be no revolution without the women
And, it ain't gonna be no future without the children

And, it ain't gonna be no children without the men
And, you can't have no love without the trust
And no, trust can come without communication
And you can't communicate if you ain't got shit to say

You can't teach about what you, been deceived about too
Any book you read is still limited education
You gonna have to talk to God personally and time is short
And, He's on His way, and I will receive
A grateful word for what I've done
And this is all that really matters to me

In time you will see what I told you was true
And I ain't have to rhyme to say that to you
I ain't got to rhyme to say it to you, it's true

Worship high, it's just another name
Take your time and concentrate on it
Take a stand and make your hand a fist
We got a reason to resist

We got a reason to resist
We got a reason to resist
Resist, resist, resist
We got a reason to resist

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I'Ll Make Love To You - Lyrics - Legacy: Greatest Hits Collection - Boyz Ii Men

Title: I'Ll Make Love To You
Album: Legacy: Greatest Hits Collection
Artist: Boyz Ii Men
Composer(s): Kenneth Edmonds

Lyric:
Close your eyes, make a wish
And blow out the candlelight
For tonight is just your night
We're gonna celebrate all through the night

Pour the wine, light the fire
Girl, your wish is my command
I submit to your demands
I will do anything, girl, you need only ask

I'll make love 2 you like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight, baby, all through the night
I'll make love 2 you when you want me to
And I will not let go 'til you tell me to

Girl relax, let's go slow
I ain't got nowhere to go
I'm just gonna concentrate on you
Girl, are you ready? It's gonna be a long night

Throw your clothes on the floor
I'm gonna take my clothes off too
I made plans to be with you
Girl, whatever you ask me, you know I will do

I'll make love 2 you like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight, baby, all through the night
I'll make love 2 you when you want me to
And I will not let go 'til you tell me to

Baby, tonight is your night
And I will do you right
Just make a wish on your night
Anything that you ask
I will give you the love of your life

I'll make love 2 you like you want me to
(I'll make love)
And I'll hold you tight, baby, all through the night
(Hold you tight)
I'll make love 2 you when you want me to
(I'll make love)
And I will not let go 'til you tell me to

I'll make love 2 you like you want me to
(I'll make love)
And I'll hold you tight, baby, all through the night
(Hold you tight)
I'll make love 2 you when you want me to
(I'll make love)
And I will not let go 'til you tell me to

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I'Ll Make Love To You ("Make Love To You" Version) - Lyrics - Boyz Ii Men

Title: I'Ll Make Love To You ("Make Love To You" Version)
Artist: Boyz Ii Men
Composer(s): Kenneth Edmonds

Lyric:
Close your eyes, make a wish
And blow out the candlelight
For tonight is just your night
We're gonna celebrate all through the night

Pour the wine, light the fire
Girl your wish is my command
And I submit to your demands
I will do anything, girl you need only ask

I'll make love to you like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight, baby all through the night
I'll make love to you when you want me to
And I will not let go 'til you tell me to

Girl relax, let's go slow
I ain't got nowhere to go
I'm just gon' concentrate on you
Girl, are you ready? It's gon' be a long night

Throw your clothes on the floor
I'm gonna take my clothes off too
I made plans to be with you
Girl whatever you ask me, you know I could do!

I'll make love to you like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight, baby all through the night
I'll make love to you when you want me to
And I will not let go 'til you tell me to

Baby tonight is your night
And I will do you right
Just make a wish on your night
Anything that you ask, I will give you the love of your life
Your life, your life!

I'll make love to you like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight, baby all through the night
I'll make love to you when you want me to
And I will not let go 'til you tell me to

I'll make love to you like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight, baby all through the night
I'll make love to you when you want me to
And I will not let go 'til you tell me to
Tell me baby!

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Hell On Earth (Front Lines) - Lyrics - Hell On Earth - Mobb Deep

Title: Hell On Earth (Front Lines)
Album: Hell On Earth
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My 'cause tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin' what's yours we do jerks rush the doors

Here come the deez tryin' to make breeze
And guns toss in full force
My team'll go at your main source
We're not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage

Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for niggaz pop shit
Yo nigga Noyd what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in

Ninety-six strike back with more hot shit
Illuminate my team'll glow like, radiation
With no time for patient, or complication
Let's get it done right, my click airtight

Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes
Or lose life, jail niggaz sendin' kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish 'em off
?Well done, Meat?, that said twenty-two slug to your head
Travel all the way down to your leg

Aiyyo it's hell on earth, who's next or gonna be first?
The projects is front lines and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes

Aiyyo it's hell on earth, who's next or gonna be first?
The projects is front lines and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes

We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love
Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now

Articulate, hittin' body parts to start shiftin' shit
Never hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited
Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite
Then reminisce, twenty years later how we was gettin' it

Either with me go against the grain you better hit me
Leggin' me or robbin' me niggaz better body me
'Cause it's a small world and niggaz, talkin' like bitches
Bitches singin' like snitches, pointin' you out in pictures

'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin' me
All that bullshit is just makin' me
More the better then concentrate on gettin' chedda
If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you

Shape and mold you, son, you then I hold you
Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you
It'll be I like I'm supposed to, the click is coastal

International to local, Bacardi mix physically fix
Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff
Probably thick, son I solved 'em
Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos

Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop
QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace

Aiyyo it's hell on earth, who's next or gonna be first
The projects is front lines and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes

Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein' clips when the mac spit your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes close his eyelids
Turn off his lights switch to darkness 'cause deep in the abyss

Is street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child, kid cold turnin' men into mice
I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet
The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded

Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness
POW niggaz is found MIA
We move like the special forces, green beret

Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
To simplify shit, no man can go against me

Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it full for so long, cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it

Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs claimin' that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me, you take this message

Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryin' to make Cream and that's that
Whatever it takes however it gots to go down
Four mikes on stage a motherfuckin' four pound

Speakers leakin' out sound and niggaz leakin' on the ground
I could truly care less the God will get his
Regardless blow for blow let's find out who wear hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist

Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point never diss
Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbs

Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin' in herds
We flush through your click get purged

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