I Smell Trouble - Lyrics - Guitar Slinger - Johnny Winter

Title: I Smell Trouble
Album: Guitar Slinger
Artist: Johnny Winter
Composer(s): Don Robey

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Lyric:
Lord, knows I've tried
To do what's right
One whole year of stayin' home
Both day and night

'Cause I smell a mean trouble
Way over yonder
You know I heard a mean, yeah
Always in trouble people
Lord, they just won't let me be

The people talk about me
Both night and day
I said, Lord, please forgive them
And go the other way

'Cause I smell a mean trouble
Lord, I smell trouble
Ahead of me, oh, yeah
Yes, always in trouble
Lord, they just won't let me be

And from now on
I will not run and hide
I'll face trouble with a smile
And hope it pass me by

'Cause I smell a mean trouble
Way over yonder
I say, I heard a mean
Yes, always in trouble

They just won't
They just won't
Lord, they just won't
Let me be

Hoo, oh yeah

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I Smell Trouble - Lyrics - Slippin' In - Buddy Guy

Title: I Smell Trouble
Album: Slippin' In
Artist: Buddy Guy
Composer(s): Don Robey

Lyric:
Lord knows I've tried
To do what's right
One whole year of staying home
Both day and night

'Cause I smell a mean trouble
Way over yonder you know I heard a mean, yeah
Always in trouble people
Lord they just won't let me be

The people talk about me
Both night and day
I said, Lord please forgive them
And go the other way

'Cause I smell a mean trouble
Lord I smell trouble ahead of me, oh yeah
Yes, we're always in trouble
Lord, they just won't let me be

And from now on
I will not run and hide
I'll face trouble with a smile
And hope it pass me by

'Cause I smell a mean trouble
Way over yonder, I say I heard a mean
Yes, we're always in trouble
They just won't, they just won't
Lord, they just won't let me be, oh yeah

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Priceless - Lyrics - Priceless - Frankie J

Title: Priceless
Album: Priceless
Artist: Frankie J
Composer(s): Francisco Bautista, Kendrick Dean, Taurian A Shropshire, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
Listen, I'm the kind of man
Who really doesn't take the time to understand
That what I did was wrong
But girl, you forced my hand
And now girl, look at me
Got people sayin' I'm not that crazy

Okay, I take it back
Whatever it was I said, oh girl, I take it back
Where in the hell was I
When you started to pack your bags?
Why didn't you talk to me?
What about my letters? Did you ever get 'em?

Still smell your scent all in my bed
I'm at the place where we first met
And I'm sendin' you a ticket
And if you still feel it, meet me there

'Cause when I look at me, I'm like a puzzle
Without the pieces I need, girl, I'm in trouble
I need you to come and save me, oh, I miss my baby
I need you there, say you'll be there
Ride a jet overseas, hotels are on the beach
To be with you again is priceless

Now I'm in the room watchin' the clock every hour
Waitin' to hear from you, I called the airline
They said you'll be landin' soon, so I'm on my way
I got a thousand things in my head I wanna say, girl

I love you and I miss you
Would it be too much if I kiss you?
Baby, let me paint this picture
I ain't shit if I ain't with you
No, no, oh no, oh no, should I listen?
Is that what was missin'? Tell me, baby

Still smell your scent all in my bed
I'm at the place where we first met
I'm sendin' you this ticket
And if you still feel it, meet me there

'Cause when I look at me, I'm like a puzzle
Without the pieces I need, girl, I'm in trouble
I need you to come and save me, oh, I miss my baby
I need you there, say you'll be there
Ride a jet overseas, hotels are on the beach
To be with you again is priceless

I'm at the airport, waitin' on you
Wishin' you show up and I hope you do
If you still believe you're my missin' piece
The guard is tellin' me, man, I gotta leave

I'm at the airport, waitin' on you
Wishin' you show up and I hope you do
If you still believe you're my missin' piece
I know money can buy me anythin', except for you

When I look at me, I'm like a puzzle
Without the pieces I need, girl, I'm in trouble
I need you to come and save me, oh, I miss my baby
I need you there, say you'll be there
Ride a jet overseas, hotels are on the beach
To be with you again is priceless

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Apple Candy - Lyrics - Awake Is the New Sleep - Ben Lee

Title: Apple Candy
Album: Awake Is the New Sleep
Artist: Ben Lee
Composer(s): Benjamin Micheal Lee

Lyric:
I wanna know what he knows
I wanna feel what he felt
I wanna go where he's been

I wanna know what he knows
I wanna hear your secrets
I want you and I want him

'Cos you smell like apple candy
And we're singing Hallelujah
And the edge in your affection broke my skin

But I wanna know what he knows
I wanna touch what he touched
Call me by his name

'Cos I know you made a promise
And told him he's your lover
Make me feel the same

'Cos you smell like apple candy
And we're singing Hallelujah
And I'm feeling so much younger than my years

Well I wanna know what he knows
And I wanna go where he's been
I want you and I want him

So you said, "Go find some trouble"
And you would do the same
And we opened up our hearts and we could change

But you smell like apple candy
And we're singing Hallelujah
And you smell like apple candy
And we're singing Hallelujah

I wanna know what he knows
I wanna feel what he felt
I wanna touch what he touched
I wanna go where he's been
I want you and I want him

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God'S Own Drunk - Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

Title: God'S Own Drunk
Artist: Jimmy Buffett
Composer(s): Lord Buckley

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Lyric:
Well, like to explain to you all before
I ain't no drinkin' man
I tried it once and it got me highly irregular
And I swore I'd never do it again
I promised my brother in-law that I'd go up watch his still
While he went in to town to vote
It was right up on the mountain
Where the map said it would be
Friends let me tell you one thing
Though it wasn't no ordinary still
It stood up on that mountainside
Like a hugh golden opal

God's yeller moon shinin' on the cool clear evenin'
God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off in the heavens
Like I explain'd to you once before I ain't no drinkin' man
But temptation got the best of me
And I took a slash
That yella whiskey runnin' down my throat
Like honey dew vine water

And I took another slash
Took another'n an another'n an another'n
For you knew I'd downed one whole jug of that shit
And commenced to gettin' hot flashes
Goose pimples was runnin' up and down my body
And a feelin' came over me
Like somethin' I'd never experienced before
It was like, like I was in love
In love for the first time, with anything that moved
Animate, inanimate it didn't matter
It's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on an' off
In my brain sayin' "Jimmy Buffett there's a great day a comin'"
'Cause I was drunk
I wasn't knee crawlin', slip slidin', Reggie Youngin'
Commode huggin' drunk

I was God's own drunk and a fearless man
And that's when I first saw the bear
He was a Kodiak lookin' fella 'bout nineteen feet tall
He rambled up over the hill
Expectin' me to do one of two things
Flip or fly, I didn't do either one
It hung him up

He started sniffin' around my body tryin' to smell fear
But he ain't gonna smell no fear 'cause
I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man
It hung him up
He looked right in my eyes, and my eyes
Was a lot redder than his was
It hung him up

So I approached him, I said "Mr. Bear, I love
Every hair on your twenty-seven acre body
I know you got a lot of friends over there
On the other side of the hill
There's ole' rare bear, tall bear, Freddy bear, Kelly bear
Really bear, smelly the bear, smokey the bear
Pokey the bear
I want you to go back over there tonight
And tell them I'm feelin' right
You tell them I love each and everyone of them
Like a brother and a sister

But if they give me any trouble tonight
I'm gonna run every God damn one of them off the hill"
He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think
Neither did I but bein' charitable and cautious
Well hell I approached him again
I said "Mr. Bear, You know in the eyes of the Lord
We're both beasts when it comes right down to it

So I want you to be my buddy, Buddy bear"
So I took ole' buddy bear by his island size paw
And I led him over to the still
He's a sniffin' around that thing cause
He's smellin' somethin' good
I gave him one of them jugs of honey dew vine water
He downed it up right
Looked like one of them damn bears in the circus

Sippin' sasparilly in the moonlight
I gave him another'n an another'n an another'n
For I knew it he downed eight of them
And commenced to doin' the bear dance
Two snips, a snort, a fly turn, and a grunt
It was so simple like the jitter bug
It plum evaded me

We worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar
And I was awful tired and went over to the hillside
And I laid down and went to sleep
Slept for four hours and dreampt me some tremulous dreams
When I woke up, there was God's yeller moon
Shinin' on the clear cool evenin'

God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off
In the heavens
My buddy the bear was a missin'
Want to know something else friends and neighbors
So was that still

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Resurrection - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Resurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Jimmy Jt Thomas, Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Where the fiends at?
Nigga
Bone Thugs
Harmony

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money

Why's my babys bangin', beefin' with me, squashed it ordained it
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad
Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life
I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down

And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas
I don't know that who?d ya think you are
And here we are, steady we roll out over you
When it?s over it?s over, for the soldiers who hear me
That?ll get me in trouble

Can I be closer, stay right near me
Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin'
"Who do you think you are?"
When I?m sober, I go on to win it

Shit I bet they thought we fell off
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We in the Flesh

Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas
Gotta get down fo my thang in here
You already know when we came in here we raw
fuck what u heard and you read about us
Just believe what you saw

Till I die, I'm down to ride in the war
When you niggas get serious
Let a nigga know
Maybe then we can roll

Nigga bad to the Bone
But I sure don't click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
They poppin' up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent

Bitches was not invited
Put ?em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang
Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin'
We buck

Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out
I reloadin' and buckin' again, some mo
Nigga puttin' it down, worldwide

Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk niggas hate us
But we don?t trip
We still get madd ass love

I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin' cash and jewelry
Rip it off his ass, keep walkin' fast

Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die
Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life
It?s just T H U G we be

And it ain't no thang
Keep buckin' duckin'
Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge
We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Time after time, everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death
Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else
But a lil bit of wealth

Tryin' to help they self
And I really can?t blame you
'Cause I do the same too
Man do what you gotta do

But what I'mma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it
Only the real thugs keepin' it raw

Grippin' that heat tight, livin' that street life
Nigga I'mma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plottin' that 2-11
That's why I got heat for Armageddon

Picture Lay on his knees and I?m beggin'
Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven
Fuck all the drama, I'mma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that ass

Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga
Is the nigga that's standin' up last
Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash
Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed

Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese
Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Fuckin' with Lay is a game you shouldn't play
Even myself I could die today

I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'mma hold my ground
And I'mma lace my boots

So when it's time to shoot, then that's it
Screamin' out Mo Thug in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga

It?s all about money, yeah
I'mma get me some
Can't be fuckin' with niggas that ain't got none
'Cause lately y'all been actin' funny, I guess you smell some money

Get out my pockets, betta count your shit
It?s still St. Clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run with
You don't wanna fuck with

Dollars and dollars but still we gotta get mo
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore
(Uh uh, no, no)
And ain't a damn thang come easy
Alot of plannin', bus rides, and Eazy

Fo cheese, believe me, believe me,
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love, I'ma always get mine
And I mean that, gotta have that, paper paper
Money money, money, money

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin? in command
You thought of me closin' the book
On this bitch on ya?ll, flip on y'all
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg

It?s all good,
Paper paper for the whole hood
Tell ?em I got dibs on this and kids in this
(You real as, real as shit)
Reminiscin' on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E
(Eazy-E)

Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo fo' the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told y'all ain't a damn thang changed
'Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas, they?re down and we?ll bang your brain
Muthafucka for thinkin' he famous

We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh

And if I can go bite the bullet
So Eazy in my Cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where y'all at?

21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the Howse
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand

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Resurrection (Paper, Paper) - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Resurrection (Paper, Paper)
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Jimmy Jt Thomas, Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Where the fiends at?
Nigga
Bone Thugs
Harmony

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money

Why's my babys bangin', beefin' with me, squashed it ordained it
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad
Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life
I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down

And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas
I don't know that who?d ya think you are
And here we are, steady we roll out over you
When it?s over it?s over, for the soldiers who hear me
That?ll get me in trouble

Can I be closer, stay right near me
Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin'
"Who do you think you are?"
When I?m sober, I go on to win it

Shit I bet they thought we fell off
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We in the Flesh

Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas
Gotta get down fo my thang in here
You already know when we came in here we raw
fuck what u heard and you read about us
Just believe what you saw

Till I die, I'm down to ride in the war
When you niggas get serious
Let a nigga know
Maybe then we can roll

Nigga bad to the Bone
But I sure don't click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
They poppin' up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent

Bitches was not invited
Put ?em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang
Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin'
We buck

Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out
I reloadin' and buckin' again, some mo
Nigga puttin' it down, worldwide

Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk niggas hate us
But we don?t trip
We still get madd ass love

I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin' cash and jewelry
Rip it off his ass, keep walkin' fast

Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die
Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life
It?s just T H U G we be

And it ain't no thang
Keep buckin' duckin'
Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge
We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Time after time, everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death
Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else
But a lil bit of wealth

Tryin' to help they self
And I really can?t blame you
'Cause I do the same too
Man do what you gotta do

But what I'mma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it
Only the real thugs keepin' it raw

Grippin' that heat tight, livin' that street life
Nigga I'mma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plottin' that 2-11
That's why I got heat for Armageddon

Picture Lay on his knees and I?m beggin'
Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven
Fuck all the drama, I'mma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that ass

Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga
Is the nigga that's standin' up last
Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash
Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed

Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese
Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Fuckin' with Lay is a game you shouldn't play
Even myself I could die today

I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'mma hold my ground
And I'mma lace my boots

So when it's time to shoot, then that's it
Screamin' out Mo Thug in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga

It?s all about money, yeah
I'mma get me some
Can't be fuckin' with niggas that ain't got none
'Cause lately y'all been actin' funny, I guess you smell some money

Get out my pockets, betta count your shit
It?s still St. Clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run with
You don't wanna fuck with

Dollars and dollars but still we gotta get mo
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore
(Uh uh, no, no)
And ain't a damn thang come easy
Alot of plannin', bus rides, and Eazy

Fo cheese, believe me, believe me,
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love, I'ma always get mine
And I mean that, gotta have that, paper paper
Money money, money, money

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin? in command
You thought of me closin' the book
On this bitch on ya?ll, flip on y'all
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg

It?s all good,
Paper paper for the whole hood
Tell ?em I got dibs on this and kids in this
(You real as, real as shit)
Reminiscin' on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E
(Eazy-E)

Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo fo' the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told y'all ain't a damn thang changed
'Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas, they?re down and we?ll bang your brain
Muthafucka for thinkin' he famous

We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh

And if I can go bite the bullet
So Eazy in my Cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where y'all at?

21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the Howse
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand

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I Don'T Wanna... - Lyrics - Fredro Starr

Title: I Don'T Wanna...
Artist: Fredro Starr
Composer(s): Anthony Golding, Fred Scruggs

Lyric:
God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you
Please help me on the journey, please

When I die, I wanna die like Princess Di
Blastin' Ready to Die, late night pushin' a five
Hit the Westside high, doing ninety five
Let the will go, like fuck it, closin' my eyes

Tired of living, have my niggas die in the prison
Catch a bullet wit my back turned, God forbidden
To be the next rapper to die, what if it was me?
'Cuz see ya now face flashin' on the MTV

Front page in the paper, front of the source
Jealous niggas laughin', pain and feel no remorse
Every mornin' kissin' my moms, readin' from psalms
Other rappers showin' love, dedicatin' me songs

When I'm gone, thugs'll analyze the last day's verse
Hear the pain and the flow of my life is cursed
Wakin' up wit the smell of death, shakin' in cold sweats
Nightmares every night, breathin' of short breath

Wit gun to my head, won't be makin' me more stressed
The second chance of life, got me feelin' I'm Lord blessed
I'm God sent, here to talk to the children
Teach them not to blast, they gats wit no feeling

Teach them not to stash they cracks by the building
Teach them 'bout the game of life, it's thug livin', we all die

I don't wanna die
God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you
I don't wanna die
Please help me on the journey, please

What up B-Wiz? It's been quite some time
I ain't see you in a while since you left in '89
And I still got the demos before we got signed
Every rhyme I write you be in the back of my mind

Yo Big L, congratulations dog, your shit went gold
Always knew you was a nice nigga, destined to blow
Seen you uptown, burnin' niggas, testin' ya flow
Had to catch a plane, I gave you a pound, hand it over

Freaky Tah, what up my nigga? Damn you still look fly
You in heaven and you still gettin' high, pass the lye
Shit yo Eazy, what up dog? I know we never met
Used to bang niggaz with attitude, cleanin' the tech

Respect ya gangsta since the video you rhymed in the jail
Then you popped up on the stage, that shit was hard as hell
My nigga Pun, what up son? I ain't forget you kid
I'm still rewindin' and succedin' on the joint that we did

Niggerhood, damn the world, only got one verse
What up Banky? Who thought you would of made it here first
Big and Pac rollin' dice like they never had beef
Big Stretch, side bettin', standin' next to Trouble T

Though I never met Kadafi, what up God? Peace
By the way, you heard the record that I did wit your peeps?
It's love, Buffy the Beatbox, Moore Spurgs, Scott Larock
Dyin' 4 rap, for love of hip-hop, we all die

I don't wanna die
God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you
I don't wanna die
Please help me on the journey, please

I don't wanna die
God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you
I don't wanna die
Please help me on the journey, please

I don't wanna die
God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you
Please help me on the journey, please

Then years are dying, gotta keep your eying
Streets don't be lying, keep families crying
I don't wanna die, no, no yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna, wanna die

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Troublemaker - Lyrics - Mila Mason

Title: Troublemaker
Artist: Mila Mason
Composer(s): Suzi Ragsdale, Verlon Thompson

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Lyric:
Troublemaker
Trouble me no more
Troublemaker
Leave your blues outside my door

If I was gonna be the devil
I'd have your eyes
Who'd ever suspect such a sweet disguise?
Don't look at me that way
It's temptin' but I won't be led astray

Troublemaker
Trouble me no more
Troublemaker
Leave your blues outside my door

Been workin' on my weakness
Wearing me down
There on every corner that I come around
Making a game of sin
Cheating anything to win

Troublemaker
Trouble me no more
Troublemaker
Leave your blues outside my door

Gonna blow out the lantern
Draw the shades
Forget all about the offer you made
And the way you make me feel
I smell trouble, I know your love ain't real

Troublemaker
Trouble me no more
Troublemaker
Leave your blues outside my door

Troublemaker
Leave your blues outside my door

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4, 3, 2, 1 (E-Dub Remix) - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: 4, 3, 2, 1 (E-Dub Remix)
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Germaine Williams, Earl Simmons, Clifford Smith, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Reggie Noble, James Todd Smith

Lyric:
Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
My mon methtical come and get some

Playin' my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, conflict ion
Poisonous darts sickenin', best believe
Finger itchin' with two broke legs, now I?m trippin

On Mc?s cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, God no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw

From my punch buggy sunnin' you
Got you shittin' in your last huggie, runnin' who?
Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump comin' through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect wu

Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin' Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up
While you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro? your metro

Politic, keep the chicken heads gobblin'
Shit I?m drivin' in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver?s head in the chin' see

When I approach rappers be takin' notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolute, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin' til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic

I?m the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attached to it
Canibus is the type who?ll fight for mics
Beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life

When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
If the signal was strong enough, and then I?ll call your bluff
Like, yo, how many rhymes you got? I think I?ll go on
For more millenniums than Mazda?s got on the car lot

And there?s nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see canibus get wild, who wanna act fly
And get shot down with a surface-to-air missile

I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
Anybody who ain?t close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I?m already doin' a hundred
When I?m blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it

Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I?m gon? gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it?s gon? be that
See that, that shit?ll finish you dawg, believe that

Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possessions?
Don?t be a stupid niggs, learn a lesson
I?m gon? get you either way, and it?s better to live
Let me get what?s between your sock, cause it?s, better to give

Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Don?t make me put your somewhere where nobody?ll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don?t come back on
This ain?t a flick you ain?t gon? come back on, you ain?t that strong

You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You?se a pink nigga, ski mask for it, baby
So I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I?m sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat

Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
My mon methtical come and get some

When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little Shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed, yeah, word up
The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur

How dare you step up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewhere cryin' on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
I?ma do this shit for free this time this one?s for fun

Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
With one thesis, LL Cool J is hard
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype

But that?s like pickin' up a ball, playin' with Mike
Swingin' at Ken Griffey or challengin' Roy to a fight
Snappin, you amateur mc?s
Don?t you know I?m like the dream team tourin' overseas

For rappers in my circle I?m a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringin' a tiger cub to his knees
In the history of rap they?ve never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance, word up

Now let?s get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it?d transform into a time bomb
You don?t wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don?t wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socialize

And I?m daring every mc in the game
To play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don?t ever step out of line
LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time

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4, 3, 2, 1 - Lyrics - Phenomenon - Ll Cool J

Title: 4, 3, 2, 1
Album: Phenomenon
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Germaine Williams, Earl Simmons, Clifford Smith, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Reggie Noble, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
My mon methtical come and get some

Playin' my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, conflict ion
Poisonous darts sickenin', best believe
Finger itchin' with two broke legs, now I?m trippin

On Mc?s cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, God no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw

From my punch buggy sunnin' you
Got you shittin' in your last huggie, runnin' who?
Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump comin' through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect wu

Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin' Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up
While you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro? your metro

Politic, keep the chicken heads gobblin'
Shit I?m drivin' in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver?s head in the chin' see

When I approach rappers be takin' notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolute, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin' til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic

I?m the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attached to it
Canibus is the type who?ll fight for mics
Beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life

When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
If the signal was strong enough, and then I?ll call your bluff
Like, yo, how many rhymes you got? I think I?ll go on
For more millenniums than Mazda?s got on the car lot

And there?s nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see canibus get wild, who wanna act fly
And get shot down with a surface-to-air missile

I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
Anybody who ain?t close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I?m already doin' a hundred
When I?m blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it

Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I?m gon? gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it?s gon? be that
See that, that shit?ll finish you dawg, believe that

Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possessions?
Don?t be a stupid niggs, learn a lesson
I?m gon? get you either way, and it?s better to live
Let me get what?s between your sock, cause it?s, better to give

Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Don?t make me put your somewhere where nobody?ll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don?t come back on
This ain?t a flick you ain?t gon? come back on, you ain?t that strong

You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You?se a pink nigga, ski mask for it, baby
So I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I?m sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat

Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
My mon methtical come and get some

When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little Shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed, yeah, word up
The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur

How dare you step up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewhere cryin' on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
I?ma do this shit for free this time this one?s for fun

Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
With one thesis, LL Cool J is hard
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype

But that?s like pickin' up a ball, playin' with Mike
Swingin' at Ken Griffey or challengin' Roy to a fight
Snappin, you amateur mc?s
Don?t you know I?m like the dream team tourin' overseas

For rappers in my circle I?m a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringin' a tiger cub to his knees
In the history of rap they?ve never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance, word up

Now let?s get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it?d transform into a time bomb
You don?t wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don?t wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socialize

And I?m daring every mc in the game
To play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don?t ever step out of line
LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time

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Hope - Lyrics - Hip Hop Is Dead - Nas

Title: Hope
Album: Hip Hop Is Dead
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): L Lewis, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
Hip-hop, it will never die
Hip-hop, hip-hop will never, never die

Ghetto **** struttin' with nothin' but dreams and Queens broke
Mack-10's, you can smell the PCP smoke
Mele Mel told it real in the music he wrote
Those were the days I remember, we used to be close

Then I was nine, coldest winter I remember
Was slippin' in December, two feet of snow
Yeah, that's the East Coast, that black ice
Symbolized the rap life, it was slick and smooth
I understood I had to come from the hood

Doin' the Pee Wee Herman, the Smurf
Before them phones chirped
The block's drugs flowin', didn't have your own work
You had to have somebody else's, a small chrome on your pelvis
Starter Jacket, Blue Georgetown or Green Celtic

Your girl's too expensive, she wants shellfish
Red Lobster was poppin', standin' on that line forever
I wish somebody would step on my Bally leather's
Now it's whatever, hip-hop's forever

Kept my radio on 98 or BLS
Had a pre-pubescent lyric gift but **** never hear me spit
My little brother tried to warn 'em, I was a tornado comin'
He knew from inside, like the eye of a storm and told my pops about it

He gave us tickets to that Wild Style flick
Double Trouble, retarded, we was the proudest
I never had a summer job, sweepin' leaves, socks to my knees
Homemade shorts cutoff, Lee's

I ain't work a day in my life
Wipin' away eraser of the paper man
I'm just tryin' to say it right
Big radio, tape slowin' down

Lower the lights go, battery dead
I gotta freeze 'em 'til they ice cold
In the freezer later, I'm starin' at the speaker
Sunk in them 808's deeper, cleanin' my sneakers

Wit' the bristles of a toothbrush, soap and water
I let the shoe strings soak in water

Live hip-hop live, live hip-hop live
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays

Ain't got nothin' to do wit old school, new school
Dirty South, West Coast, East Coast
This about us, this our thing, 'knaw'sayin'?
This came from the gut, from the blood, from the soul
Right here man, this is our thing man, you know, so I say what I say

Live hip-hop live, live hip-hop live
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays

And I say what I say, and I mean it
Y'all take it how you wanna take it
'Cause if you're askin', why is hip-hop dead?
It's a pretty good chance you're the reason it died, man

It's a pretty good chance your lame ****
Corny ****, is the reason it died, man
You don't give a **** about, you don't know nothin' about it
You want this paper, be a hustler

Live hip-hop live, live hip-hop live
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays

You a hustler, you ain't a rapper
Get your paper man
You know what I'm sayin', but this rap **** is real
****, this **** is real, ****

Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
(Live, live)
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays
(Give)

Live hip-hop live, live hip-hop live
(Stay)
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays

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The Bad Guy - Lyrics - Ghetto Fabolous - Fabolous

Title: The Bad Guy
Album: Ghetto Fabolous
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Raashaun Casey, Renan Thybulle, John David Jackson

Lyric:
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes
You know why?
'Cause you don't got the guts to be where you wanna be
Fabolous, he doesn't have that problem
He always tells the truth
That's what it's all about?
That's what we work so hard for fabolous?
So they can point their fuckin' fingers
And call me the fuckin' bad guy?

I guess I'm the bad guy
The fingers is pointin'
Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringin' my joint in
They be asking fellas why
It's cause the streets is watchin'
With an envious ear, jealous eye
You know how William H Bonnie's rockin'
I keep the home selling two way contact like Johnny Cochran
Be the same dudes, testing your patience
In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents

You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance
And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments
These playas been playin' foul
And I done learned my lesson with flagrants
Nigga, this how I live it ain't just entertainment
I'm what they been trying to do, not do
I'm the kid, they been lyin' to you
You need people like me
I'm so F A B O L O U S
Yeah, that's the bad guy

You need people like me
So you can point your fuckin' fingers
And say "That's the bad guy"
So, what they make you?
Good?

Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours
Quit they job and live off the child support
How could you stand there, smile in court
I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts
You better sign a pre-nup
You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me'
I'm gonna say "Where you get a key from?"
I love the way your butt switches
But none of these slut bitches

Is worth me askin' my doctor why my nuts itches
If they see how the Rolls Royce smell
All day I be emptyin' my Inbox and my whole voicemail
I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it
Now every chick wanna make me come faster than a speeding bullet
But I ain't into coachin' birds like Tony La Russa
I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters
Who have trouble gettin' the kid like me to spend
Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real

So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on
It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy flow like this guy now
You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through

Come on
What type of bad guy give fellas death, females hugs
I makin' my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs
I get threats over the two way from email thugs
I ride with ratchets, clips under the C.L rugs
Think I'm liking you? Wrong
'Cause even if I get locked
My money won't let me stay unrighteous for wrong
Case dismissed, the D.A even likin' the song
Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on

When you holla in the club it's cool
But don't change the subject fool
And start askin' if I remember you from public school
You know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzin'
Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they third cousin
FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me
You good guys who wanna hear
Somebody stuck or clown me
I don't care what other haters do
But if you think I'm loved for savin' you
Say goodnight to the bad guy

Whoever said to us
Now maybe you can buy yourself
One of them first class tickets to the Resurrection

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The Bomb - Lyrics - AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted - Ice Cube

Title: The Bomb
Album: AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson, Anthony Wheaton

Lyric:
It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss
Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost
In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler
And I control your mind like Hitler

You bow and vow to authority
See now, a sucker with a style just boring me
So I show K N O W
L E D G E it might trouble you

Then I transform like a Decepticon
With a mic as a bomb
In my right palm
But I don't stay calm

So panic
Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic
You thought I dropped a dud in your face
Until you taste the blood of the bass

Then you faint, or better yet pass out
When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out
You think you're raw so you draw

You lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue
The whole town saw in awe as you strangle
A noose on your neck, and you dangle
From side to side in the blazing heat
You're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off
You feel you're turning red

It's said that your head burst
And this is only the first verse
Of the bomb

Don't break up the fight let them rumble
Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick
Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach

Now ask yourself, who's stupid?
I take funky, funky beats and I loop it
And pimp slap you in the face with the bass
And the boom from the bomb that I drop, stop

You have a flat top as a fashion
I love black women with a passion
But when they gotta go and show their ass in
I gotta clown the hoes, yeah

You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres
They'll steer you wrong
Ice Cube's got it going on, hit me
For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme

The system ain't wholesome
They want to put a young brother in Folsom
And others see me on lockdown
But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word

To the brother that rolls the herb
Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that
Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact
He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap

Now who's the mack? Who's the hoe? Who's the trick?
I got many, many styles won't you take a pick
But don't be alarmed
When I trip and stumble and fumble
And drop the, drop the bomb

I'm solo, you ask how I'm living
Still dropping more shit than a pigeon

With the L, the E, the N, the C, the H
The M, the O, the B, the great
Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha
It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers

And if you try to upset the pot, son
You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun
I make the beats, I make the breaks
I make the rhymes that make you shake
Make you find

Ice Cube never caught in the middle
I make shit to kick you in the ass a little
And still never hesitate to stutter step
Or bust a repetition on the mic

Still dissing all the hype
From left to right
How many left to fight?
So what that Lench Mob like?

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Bitch Please Part 2 - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Bitch Please Part 2
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Marshall Mathers, Michael Elizondo, A Joyner, Melvin Bradford, Calvin Broadus

Lyric:
Yeah, whattup Detroit? Nu uh, nu uh, nuh, no, he didn't
Ahh! they didn't do it again
What what, what-what?
Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?
Oh, fo sho! Uh uh, naw, ya smell that?
This is special right here, what what, what what what?
Yeah, its a toast to the boogie baby, uhh, to the boogie oogie oogie
Yeah, yknow! What's crackin' Dre?

Just let me lay back and kick some mo simplistic pimp shit
On slims shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit
Throw on guilty conscience at concerts
And watch moshpits 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious

Some of these crowds that slim draws
Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when its packed and fulla cars
Some of these crowds me and snoop draw is niggaz from Crenshaw
From Long Beach to South Central

Whoa, not these niggaz again
These grown ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again
You and what army could harm me?
D R E and shady, with Doggy from Long Beach

Came a long way, to makin' these songs play
It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way
I got a long Uz, and I carry it all day
Sometimes its like a nightmare, just bein' Andre
But I

Somehow, someway, tell 'em, nigga, you know about Dogg-ay
Now let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin' from
I get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin' son
Hit and run, get it done, get the funds, split and run
Got about fifty guns, and I love all of em the same bang, bang!

Damn, baby girl, whats your name?
I forgot what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed
Hangin' in the club, with my nephew Eminem whattup 'cuz?
The great white American hope, done hooked up
With the king of the motherfuckin' West Coast, bay bay!

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

I'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move
You're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage
Gotta love it, 'cause I expose the facade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with god

All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust
Its like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the body bag, but never in cuffs

So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough
When things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with puff
Bitch, please you must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees, c'mon

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

Aw naw, big Slim Dogg
Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long
Back up, in the, heezy bay bay
He's sha-day, he's so cra-zay!

Hahaha! gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White
Pickets outside the inter scope offices every night
What if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living
Off of the worlds misery, what in the world gives me the right

To say what I like, and walk around flippin' the bird
Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the burbs
Dreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me

I just want you all to notice me and people to see
That somewhere deep down, theres a decent human being in me
It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me
Is 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean

So when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV
Or heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely
Its just me being me, here want me to tone it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you fagot, you happy now? Look here

I start some trouble everywhere that I go
(That I go)
Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know
('Cause they know)
I start some shit they throw me out the back do
(The back do)
Come back and shoot the club up with a fo fo
(A fo fo)

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

2001 and forever
Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg
X to the Z, Nate Dogg
C'mon, yeah!

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Bitch Please Part Ii - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Bitch Please Part Ii
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Marshall Mathers, Michael Elizondo, A Joyner, Melvin Bradford, Calvin Broadus

Lyric:
Yeah, whattup Detroit? Nu uh, nu uh, nuh, no, he didn't
Ahh! they didn't do it again
What what, what-what?
Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?
Oh, fo sho! Uh uh, naw, ya smell that?
This is special right here, what what, what what what?
Yeah, its a toast to the boogie baby, uhh, to the boogie oogie oogie
Yeah, yknow! What's crackin' Dre?

Just let me lay back and kick some mo simplistic pimp shit
On slims shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit
Throw on guilty conscience at concerts
And watch moshpits 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious

Some of these crowds that slim draws
Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when its packed and fulla cars
Some of these crowds me and snoop draw is niggaz from Crenshaw
From Long Beach to South Central

Whoa, not these niggaz again
These grown ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again
You and what army could harm me?
D R E and shady, with Doggy from Long Beach

Came a long way, to makin' these songs play
It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way
I got a long Uz, and I carry it all day
Sometimes its like a nightmare, just bein' Andre
But I

Somehow, someway, tell 'em, nigga, you know about Dogg-ay
Now let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin' from
I get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin' son
Hit and run, get it done, get the funds, split and run
Got about fifty guns, and I love all of em the same bang, bang!

Damn, baby girl, whats your name?
I forgot what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed
Hangin' in the club, with my nephew Eminem whattup 'cuz?
The great white American hope, done hooked up
With the king of the motherfuckin' West Coast, bay bay!

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

I'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move
You're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage
Gotta love it, 'cause I expose the facade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with god

All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust
Its like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the body bag, but never in cuffs

So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough
When things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with puff
Bitch, please you must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees, c'mon

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

Aw naw, big Slim Dogg
Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long
Back up, in the, heezy bay bay
He's sha-day, he's so cra-zay!

Hahaha! gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White
Pickets outside the inter scope offices every night
What if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living
Off of the worlds misery, what in the world gives me the right

To say what I like, and walk around flippin' the bird
Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the burbs
Dreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me

I just want you all to notice me and people to see
That somewhere deep down, theres a decent human being in me
It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me
Is 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean

So when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV
Or heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely
Its just me being me, here want me to tone it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you fagot, you happy now? Look here

I start some trouble everywhere that I go
(That I go)
Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know
('Cause they know)
I start some shit they throw me out the back do
(The back do)
Come back and shoot the club up with a fo fo
(A fo fo)

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

2001 and forever
Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg
X to the Z, Nate Dogg
C'mon, yeah!

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