I Think We Fell In Love Too Fast - Lyrics - Leo Sayer

Title: I Think We Fell In Love Too Fast
Artist: Leo Sayer
Composer(s): Johnny Vastano, Vini Poncia, Leo Sayer

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Lyric:
We were just two kids in high school
Who'd never been in love before
Just happened to be together
We never wanted more

We had one long crazy summer
And life was like a honeymoon
But we couldn't hold back our feelin's
I guess you came along too soon

Ooh, darlin'
I think we fell in love too fast
Ooh, darlin'
I think we fell in love too fast

I was workin' my way through college
When you wrote and told me the news
Said you were gonna have a baby
Yeah, I knew my college days were through

I had to work late to make good money
You saw more of the kid than me
I guess I knew I failed you when
You said that you'd rather be free
You wanted to be free

Ooh, darlin'
I think we fell in love too fast
Ooh, darlin'
I think we fell in love too fast

Well, I heard you got away to Florida
Got a husband, took the kid
I bet they think the whole world of you
Just like I always did

You were the only one I ever wanted
But I know you can't be replaced
If only we'd met a little later, babe
We wouldn't have made the same mistakes

Oh, no, no, no
Ooh darlin', yeah
I think we fell in love too fast
I know it now

Ooh, darlin', darlin'
I know we fell in love too fast, too fast

Ooh, darlin'
I think we fell in love
I think we fell in love

Ooh, darlin'
I know we fell in love too fast
I know, I know it

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Fear Of Flying - Lyrics - Fear Of Flying - Mya

Title: Fear Of Flying
Album: Fear Of Flying
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): Teron Beal, J Foster, Derrick Thompson, J Davi

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, well, well

I got a fear of flying on a plane
'Cause we got no say on how it ends up
Well in my mind love's the very same way
That's why I never give my heart to no one

I never take a chance on a love that lifts me
Off the ground, oh yeah, oh yeah
I came to earth found things
But I wanna spread my wings somehow, somehow

I've got a fear of flying high
But I'm prepared to spread my wings
And it's all in my mind
Love defies all gravity
Voices in the wind
I can hear them welcome me to fly
Think I'm flying now, flying now, flying now

Listen I've been in love but I fell too fast
I found myself in turbulent skies
I felt the hurt when I crashed and burned
Then I found myself with tears in my eyes

But when you look at me
Something says it's gonna be alright, alright
And all my fears I'll face
'Cause I think I'm gonna take this flight, oh

I've got a fear of flying high
But I'm prepared to spread my wings
And it's all in my mind
Love defies all gravity
Voices in the wind
I can hear them welcome me to fly
Think I'm flying now, flying now, flying now

Ooh suddenly, suddenly
The other clouds is calling me
And you're love to me is like therapy
For my soul, so I'm ready to soar

Fear of flying high
Spread my wings
And it's all in my mind
Love defies all gravity
Voices in the wind
I can hear them welcome me
Think I'm flying now, flying now, flying now

Think I'm flying now
Think I'm, think I'm
Think I'm flying now
Think I'm, think I'm
Think I'm flying now
Think I'm, think I'm
Think I'm flying now, flying now, flying now

Fear of flying high
Think I'm, think I'm
It's all in my mind
Think I'm, think I'm
Voices in the wind
Think I'm, think I'm
Think I'm flying now, flying now, flying now

Fear of flying high
Think I'm, think I'm
It's all in my mind
Think I'm, think I'm
Voices in the wind
Think I'm, think I'm
Think I'm flying now, flying now, flying now

Fear of flying high
Think I'm, think I'm
It's all in my mind
Think I'm, think I'm
Voices in the wind
Think I'm, think I'm
Think I'm flying now, flying now, flying now

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Blackout - Lyrics - Mars / Venus - Koffee Brown

Title: Blackout
Album: Mars / Venus
Artist: Koffee Brown
Composer(s): Shanell Jones, Keir Gist, Balewa Muhammad, Eddie Berkeley, Clifton Lighty

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Lyric:
One two I remember when we first met
I fell in love with the sex, hickeys on my tities
Bite marks on my neck wifey like next
But now you get vexed and in the last six months
Seems you lost respect

You don't call when you hang out, ball with the range out
Act all wild in the mall wanna bang out
Shit nigga you don't know who I be
Instead of flippin' on me get a J O B

Loud talkin', pickin' my clothes like a orphan
And when ever I'm out you be stalkin'
911 paging you be callin', what so important

Use the bathroom then you come back and say you want to talk
With your hands not washed and the seat up
Get a job and get your ass up and make the bed up yeah

What do you do when your man is a bum
Can't keep a job for more than a month
Your friends don't like him and his game is dead
You blew it off with him 'cause he's good in bed

Take your keys and throw them out
Or just get mad and run your mouth
You work all day, he's on the couch
Don't that make you want to blackout

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
Flippin' on me, I'm flippin' on you
You don't wanna make me act a fool

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
Don't wanna lose my cool
I'm about to blackout on you

Talkin' like you got room
Don't even clean the house, never seen a broom
Movin' my shit don't know where it's at
I told you more than once I wasn't havin' that

I'm about to blackout got to let it out
Doin' crazy things make me want to shout
Blowin' up my cell what's that all about
Sayin' you was home when I seen you out, I'm havin' doubts

Now what do you do when your girls a bird
Pack her shit kick to the curb
Lose your cool catch your case
Sleep wit her friends throw it back in her face

Do ya take her back try again
Can't leave home don't trust your friends
Turn your back she'll play you out
Don't that make you want to blackout

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
Flippin' on me, I'm flippin' on you
You don't wanna make me act a fool

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
I don't wanna lose my cool
I'm about to blackout on you

Clothes smellin' like perfume or makeup
Call me somebody else when we make love
You trickin' my dough at the strip club
You think it's a game but I'm gettin' fed up

You talkin' in codes on your cell phone
You do it on the low like I ain't gon' know
You movin' too fast better slow down
You playin' me close gonna make me blackout

Yo pluck an independent woman like Beyonce
And I could give a damn what you and your boyz say
No need to kick me out I don't wanna stay
Pack the coach bags and be on my way

I don't need you, you need a broad that wake up in the morn
Clean cook and feed you
And that ain't luck nigga that's what's up
Key up the truck and clear the bank account when I blackout

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
Flippin' on me I'm flippin' on you
You don't wanna see me act a fool

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
I don't wanna lose my cool
I'm about to blackout on you

Your clothes smellin' like perfume or makeup
Call me somebody else when we make love
You trickin' my dough at the strip club
You think it's a game but I'm gettin' fed up

You talkin' in codes on your cell phone
You do it on the low like I ain't gon' know
You movin' too fast better slow down
You playin' me close gonna make me blackout

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
Flippin' on me I'm flippin' on you
You don't wanna see me act a fool

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
I don't wanna lose my cool
I'm about to blackout on you

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Can'T Give It Up - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Can'T Give It Up
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Bryon Mccane, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

My life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday
They tell me the world is mine but shit I don't want it, who want it?
How could it be mine and I'm still hungry, still hungry
Lost and lonely, so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend

But I predicted this endin', back in the day
'Cause I had visions of bad decisions knew niggaz would go astray
Although we pray and we pray and we pray
We do but still wanna make the loot

No more united, divided we fall, nigga and hard
We all dealt fucked up cards but don't complain
Just play the hand that you was dealt
You play 'em right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail

It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction
'Cause I, could look at the piece of the puzzle
It ain't no love involved everything we was dissolved
We all hard as one, but together we raw

And there ain't a nigga that can fuck wit that
We split up, we tied up, my nigga wassup wit that
Lettin' the devil get in, to the pen, devils pretendin' to be friends
We was taken by that snake in the grass

Should of stuck the nigga fast
Yeah, that motherfuckin' snake in the grass
We dropped our guards and he got inside us like a virus
Now our family reunion done turned into a family crisis

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

I was never on some solo shit
Always down to roll and blow a head off
He dead off and don't know me, don't tell me you love me
When I was lonely and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church

And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death
When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
I think the world is just collapsin'
But I'm still rappin' get it all off my chest

So I came back to the action
When the bird was flyin', low, and laughin'
Family bashin' 'til it just happened
Then Wally passed and he asked me, "Wasn't it tragic?"

Louie askin' me if he'll ever come back so hard
We tell the truth, no use in beatin' around the bush
Baby I'm sorry, it's all in the game, throwin' up blood
Fuck it Layz', let's sign our life away

Now see me? I ain't givin' up a motherfuckin' thang
It's hard to come by and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walkbys
And you don't want that, neither do I
But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler, hustler

High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine
Even if it mean murder, gettin' caught, fuck it let me fry
Know it's hectic, niggaz start shit nowadays
But I'm a hustler just like you, don't bring that shit my way

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Hell naw I'll be thugged out nigga, turned out nigga
Runnin' wit niggaz thats killas
The realest that be shermed out nigga
Spittin' my prophecy ain't no stoppin' me

I'm comin' through with the motherfuckin' shotty
I really don't wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati
Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I.
I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C.

Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you
Blast you, hit 'em up like 'Pac did
Take 'em hostage, terrorize and torture
Your ghetto resource'll be pay back, pay back

Little Lay dat, young nigga with scrilla
And bitch I thought you knew
You got a beam on me? I got a beam on you
You fuck wit me? I'ma fuck wit you

Bitch, like it always be
Y'all bitches gon' have to kill me, feel me!
You gon' have to pop me, to even try to stop me from grindin'
I'm leavin' you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us

All the nigga know what the hood like
In the streets gotta get that good life
Sellin' that, yeah, up under the street light
It's the hood life, don't fight

A nigga want out but just can't get out
So I guess I gots to face it
All them dreams of havin big thangs
I'm still gon' chase it

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

Here they come, wait can I bark talk Bone, jumpin' it feelin'
Better now, better hit 'em with the future shot
But feelin' like Pac, that's what the guy thought
But this shit don't stop, I send much love to the pop

Droppin' this shit today, we kickin' this thug music
Better love us, so when I love smokin' buds on the bus
See we gone sells out that'll make you lust
My nigga don't play too close, my thugs in heaven and shit

My niggas'll pop with the pistols, and snap out the holsters
And cover a snitch all wet
Why the fuck could not he write me S E T for the second sincerely
We baggin' 'em up rollin' niggas and throwin' 'em in the wasteland

Soldier, told ya nigga we gone have our time
Like daughters in heaven don't tell him, on his knee
He's fell, he better hope he don't fall victim
Niggas pick up another, then they run

But I'm through with the body bitch ah
But when they want it, yea he just in the business
Flesh givin' you pain or pleasure, whatever you want I'ma bring
Young, but them package you'll be impressed

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)
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Can'T Give It Up [Rock Remix] - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 2 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Can'T Give It Up [Rock Remix]
Album: The Collection: Vol. 2
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Bryon Mccane, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

My life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday
They tell me the world is mine but shit I don't want it, who want it?
How could it be mine and I'm still hungry, still hungry
Lost and lonely, so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend

But I predicted this endin', back in the day
'Cause I had visions of bad decisions knew niggaz would go astray
Although we pray and we pray and we pray
We do but still wanna make the loot

No more united, divided we fall, nigga and hard
We all dealt fucked up cards but don't complain
Just play the hand that you was dealt
You play 'em right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail

It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction
'Cause I, could look at the piece of the puzzle
It ain't no love involved everything we was dissolved
We all hard as one, but together we raw

And there ain't a nigga that can fuck wit that
We split up, we tied up, my nigga wassup wit that
Lettin' the devil get in, to the pen, devils pretendin' to be friends
We was taken by that snake in the grass

Should of stuck the nigga fast
Yeah, that motherfuckin' snake in the grass
We dropped our guards and he got inside us like a virus
Now our family reunion done turned into a family crisis

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

I was never on some solo shit
Always down to roll and blow a head off
He dead off and don't know me, don't tell me you love me
When I was lonely and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church

And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death
When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
I think the world is just collapsin'
But I'm still rappin' get it all off my chest

So I came back to the action
When the bird was flyin', low, and laughin'
Family bashin' 'til it just happened
Then Wally passed and he asked me, "Wasn't it tragic?"

Louie askin' me if he'll ever come back so hard
We tell the truth, no use in beatin' around the bush
Baby I'm sorry, it's all in the game, throwin' up blood
Fuck it Layz', let's sign our life away

Now see me? I ain't givin' up a motherfuckin' thang
It's hard to come by and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walkbys
And you don't want that, neither do I
But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler, hustler

High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine
Even if it mean murder, gettin' caught, fuck it let me fry
Know it's hectic, niggaz start shit nowadays
But I'm a hustler just like you, don't bring that shit my way

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Hell naw I'll be thugged out nigga, turned out nigga
Runnin' wit niggaz thats killas
The realest that be shermed out nigga
Spittin' my prophecy ain't no stoppin' me

I'm comin' through with the motherfuckin' shotty
I really don't wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati
Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I.
I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C.

Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you
Blast you, hit 'em up like 'Pac did
Take 'em hostage, terrorize and torture
Your ghetto resource'll be pay back, pay back

Little Lay dat, young nigga with scrilla
And bitch I thought you knew
You got a beam on me? I got a beam on you
You fuck wit me? I'ma fuck wit you

Bitch, like it always be
Y'all bitches gon' have to kill me, feel me!
You gon' have to pop me, to even try to stop me from grindin'
I'm leavin' you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us

All the nigga know what the hood like
In the streets gotta get that good life
Sellin' that, yeah, up under the street light
It's the hood life, don't fight

A nigga want out but just can't get out
So I guess I gots to face it
All them dreams of havin big thangs
I'm still gon' chase it

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

Here they come, wait can I bark talk Bone, jumpin' it feelin'
Better now, better hit 'em with the future shot
But feelin' like Pac, that's what the guy thought
But this shit don't stop, I send much love to the pop

Droppin' this shit today, we kickin' this thug music
Better love us, so when I love smokin' buds on the bus
See we gone sells out that'll make you lust
My nigga don't play too close, my thugs in heaven and shit

My niggas'll pop with the pistols, and snap out the holsters
And cover a snitch all wet
Why the fuck could not he write me S E T for the second sincerely
We baggin' 'em up rollin' niggas and throwin' 'em in the wasteland

Soldier, told ya nigga we gone have our time
Like daughters in heaven don't tell him, on his knee
He's fell, he better hope he don't fall victim
Niggas pick up another, then they run

But I'm through with the body bitch ah
But when they want it, yea he just in the business
Flesh givin' you pain or pleasure, whatever you want I'ma bring
Young, but them package you'll be impressed

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)
...

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Stereo - Lyrics - Once Again - John Legend

Title: Stereo
Album: Once Again
Artist: John Legend
Composer(s): Tom Craskey, John Stephens, Devon Harris

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Lyric:
She's a fast love professional
Crafty, bold and beautiful
Stage right, lock eyes
I swear it's magical

Her name is Melanie
She says she digs my melody
Likes how I move, thinks I'm cool
That's what she says to me

Big stage, bright lights
Short love, long nights
Freaky flies through the skies
To some stars

I come back to town
She's hanging around
It still feels so real
But it can't go too far

Her favorite colors
Be platinum and gold
She only loves in stereo
She only loves in stereo

I should know
'Cause I've seen it before
I think I gotta let her go
She only loves in stereo

Turn on the video
Oh, my goodness there she goes
Now I'm hot, seems I'm not
The only one she knows

Name dropping every day
But I still want her anyway
I like how she moves, think she's cool
My favorite getaway

Big stage, bright lights
Short love, long nights
Deja vu, yeah we do it again

Off to the next town
She's on to the next round
Let it go, we both know
That it's all gonna end

Her favorite colors
Be platinum and gold
She only loves in stereo
She only loves in stereo

I should know
'Cause I've seen it before
I think I gotta let her go
She only loves in stereo

She fell in love with the radio
It wasn't really me
So I had to let her go

Just ask any DJ
Back in her hometown
She likes to get around
She's gorgeous, she gets down

Her favorite colors
Be platinum and gold
She only loves in stereo
She only loves in stereo

I should know
'Cause I've seen it before
I think I gotta let her go
She only loves in stereo

She loves in stereo
(I think I gotta let her go)
She loves in stereo
(I think I gotta let her go)
She loves in stereo
She loves in stereo

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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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Slow Ya Roll - Lyrics - Buck Tha World - Young Buck

Title: Slow Ya Roll
Album: Buck Tha World
Artist: Young Buck
Composer(s): David Darnell Brown, Martin Mckinney, Sid Mellow, Derick Prosper

Lyric:
Hey, I gotta slow down
I said we gotta slow down

Let me take you back to high school, '94
Well, at least when a **** had time to go
Walk to the bus stop, sellin' **** on the way
Lil' bad **** with a pocket full of ****

Fell in love with a shorty that was bad
I would go and skip class just so I could see that ****
But she was too fast and I was too slow
'Cause she wanted a **** who already had dough

She found her a man who was like 24
But what she didn't know, that he had plenty ****
She was too young, so now he got a new one
'Cause shorty went and bought her a new ****

See when she catch this ****, she gon' do somethin'
Not fight, but shorty gon' **** somethin'
But she never got a chance, a change of plans
**** herself in the back, puttin' the **** in her pants

Live life young, ****, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone
Slow your roll, slow it down, my ****
Slow your roll, slow down, my ****

Live life, lil' mama, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone
Slow your roll, c'mon, gotta slow down
Slow your roll, think you gotta slow down

I got a graveyard tatted on my arm
So I'ma just start with my uncle William Hahn
My momma only brother, he served in the navy
He lost his life because the war made him crazy

My nephew Shannen, 15 years old
When I think how he died, I get real cold
'Cause they found him in a field with some crack stones
There was no flesh, it was just bones

I was just home with my cousin Craig
And then I got a phone call, said they found him dead
So what's next, ain't went to Bizz funeral yet
Instead of one casket, I need two of them ****

It don't quit, just when you think I'm seein' better days
My auntie just find that she got AIDS
And it's **** up 'cause her life don't end
And she locked up, so she dyin' in the pen, ****

Live life young, ****, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone
Slow your roll, slow it down, my ****
Slow your roll, slow down, my ****

Live life, lil' mama, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone
Slow your roll, c'mon, gotta slow down
Slow your roll, think you gotta slow down

This can't be life we're living
'Cause I don't wanna live no more
I don't wanna live no more
(This can't be life we're living)
'Cause I don't wanna live no more
I don't wanna live no more

This can't be life we're living
'Cause I don't want it no more, no more
This can't be life we're living
'Cause I don't want it no more, no more

Live life young, ****, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone
Slow your roll, slow it down, my ****
Slow your roll, slow down, my ****

Live life, lil' mama, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone
Slow your roll, c'mon, gotta slow down
Slow your roll, think you gotta slow down

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D - X - L - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: D - X - L
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): David Styles, Earl Simmons, Mel Jason Smalls, Damon Blackmon, Jason Phillips, Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
Holiday styles
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the neck
If I ain't gettin' proper respect
I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your grill
I don't give a fuck, never have, never will

If it ain't on your hip, then you're lookin' to die
I ain't tryin' to be the nigga that's gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm cooking the pie
We all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of time

My niggaz sell crack, with a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin' to bubble
Brand new nine, and an eight in a bubble
I put sixteen above ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze till no slugs is left
(What)
You know I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in front of this toast

Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I say what I want, fuck what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin' niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard

My dough too long, nowadays my flow too strong
What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I don't play fair
Keep some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair

And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small yell when I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye?

I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' change when I die
From rappin' or tellin' some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole crew till my bullets go through, what?

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick
A nice house with five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip

Bet you never even felt the heat
Till I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we help the beats

Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a wonderful three
Be in the hood with all your jewels in the glove box
Same niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

All types of burners, even snub glocks
(Uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man dead in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for breakin' your heart
(Uh)
Uh

Creep through the streets
For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off

And take casket naps, fuck that you shoulda never let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my horror's no morals

Raised in the wrong era, with no guidance
So you dyin'? It's no problem, no lyin'
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
To drag done ate your food

Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you motherfuckers
Know what my name means when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches fear it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science behind that son?
(I don't know)
A lot of easy walkin'

I bust shit down got down kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk about what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already know that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act, cause actin' might get you rollin'
With what you ain't ready to handle
(Uhh)
All that's left of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin' reckless behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep shit tight
Let them cats spit that weak shit
(What)
I'm dog for life, nigga

They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra jails and extra cops
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra chains and extra watches
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra jails and extra cops
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra chains and extra watches
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

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D-X-L (Hard White) - Lyrics - And Then There Was X - Dmx

Title: D-X-L (Hard White)
Album: And Then There Was X
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): David Styles, Earl Simmons, Mel Jason Smalls, Damon Blackmon, Jason Phillips, Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
Holiday styles
Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the neck
If I ain't gettin' proper respect
I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your grill
I don't give a fuck, never have, never will

If it ain't on your hip, then you're lookin' to die
I ain't tryin' to be the nigga that's gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm cooking the pie
We all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of time

My niggaz sell crack, with a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin' to bubble
Brand new nine, and an eight in a bubble
I put sixteen above ya neck, I love my set

Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to death
(Uh-huh)
'Cause the P gonna squeeze till no slugs is left
(What)
You know I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in front of this toast

Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I say what I want, fuck what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin' niggaz tryin' to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard

My dough too long, nowadays my flow too strong
What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I don't play fair
Keep some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair

And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small yell when I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye?

I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' change when I die
From rappin' or tellin' some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole crew till my bullets go through, what?

Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick
A nice house with five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip

Bet you never even felt the heat
Till I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz, niggaz don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we help the beats

Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a wonderful three
Be in the hood with all your jewels in the glove box
Same niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X.
(Uh)

All types of burners, even snub glocks
(Uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in your sweats
(Uh)
Find your man dead in the trunk of a car
(Uh)
It's Jada responsible for breakin' your heart
(Uh)
Uh

Creep through the streets
For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the Security? Protectin' my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off

And take casket naps, fuck that you shoulda never let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my horror's no morals

Raised in the wrong era, with no guidance
So you dyin'? It's no problem, no lyin'
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
To drag done ate your food

Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell

Uh, uh, now you motherfuckers
Know what my name means when you hear it in the streets
(Uh)
Y'all bitches fear it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? I make it speak
(What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin'
(Uh-huh)
What the science behind that son?
(I don't know)
A lot of easy walkin'

I bust shit down got down kick down shot down
(uh,uh, uh, uh )
Ain't tryin' to talk about what I got now, but I got now
(What)
I ain't never sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up
(C'mon)
And for talkin' too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up
(Uh)

It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already know that
(Uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act, cause actin' might get you rollin'
With what you ain't ready to handle
(Uhh)
All that's left of your memory, is a candle
(Woo!)

It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin' reckless behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz
(Uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep shit tight
Let them cats spit that weak shit
(What)
I'm dog for life, nigga

They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra jails and extra cops
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra chains and extra watches
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra jails and extra cops
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra pits and extra glocks
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra chains and extra watches
(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)

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A Trip Out Of Town - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: A Trip Out Of Town
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): D Sloan, Dominick Lamb, Eugene Raskin, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City 'bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of things they want em to flip
I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip
Travel safe, you know that I'm a hold it down on the strip
Good lookin', word to mother son I give you my wit
But when I get back, I'm a bounce straight to your crib
On the strength, son slid until you to the Greyhound
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta town

Now, three days pass I'm still on the strip
Doin' hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clips
With little magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a project
When police come we stick the clips in any metal object
Throwin' a nigga on the walls and try to search me down
I laugh knowin' that my stash'll never be found

Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip
Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip
My nigga hit me with the latest, greatest
He told me get inside the whip so I can know just what the up to date is
He said he fuckin'' wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is
What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz
How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American
And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans

And how they stay wit four pounders
And speak American to try to blend in
Like they ain't obvious out of towners
Okay, I've never heard of workers gettin five G's pay
For trips that last for only 2-3 day
How these Guyanese niggas be eatin' pasta but they love Zucchini
Rockin Valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
Rockin' baseball fitters with wild animal skins on 'em

How they rock silks and tailor made pants
And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to step in the dance
Washrags hangin' from every one of our back pockets
From every fine wine to champagne them niggas'll straight cop it
And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was residential
Rock laced whips while the workers'll floss the latest rentals
How they fuck with arrogant bitches who act pussy
And love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up in they pussy

After all of that I wanted ones
The way my nigga was talkin' so next trip I went to bounce with son
So now we out of town with Guyanese cats
Up in they gates bubbling packages and layin' wit gats
Shit was slow until the main fiend was offed
Just like a thief in the night
And spread the word that we was back with the white

Ayo why don't you tell that crack head
To close the fuckin' door and shut the fuck up
Yeah man and clean the motherfucking spot up, smell like
Break the fuckin'' breakdown in the working city
Yo go get the plates and the gym star
Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that
Fuck this shit

Yeah, see how we blowin' pa
The lookout niggas holdin' fort like they was watchtowers
Buggin' on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours
So on and so on, shit is good and we eatin'
First nigga to short a package will catch the most brutal beatin'
The whole town, see we now own it
Carryin' on and blemishing all in the hearts of the best moments
We stackin' cheddar now and shit is all clear
And we was growin' as workin' niggas wit aspiring ideas

We love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome shit
But in the grand scheme these niggas'll love to have they own shit
Now these niggas was really ready to swell up
We decided to separate from them niggas and make our shit develop
Off in to the wilderness of the wicked Husid
We set up shops and watched the games begin
So now we ballin' like a motherfucker, money was sick
Gas on the cheddar and these bitches ridin' the dick

Fuckin' everything from the local McDonald's bitches
With the biggest ass
To attorney bitches that'll beat a charge fast
We used to takin' niggas' custies and leave they set up on tilt
And watch 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we built
Ain't it funny how shit transpire in fact?
Not too long after our ride we took the winner's stash, house was at
Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they palm
Not a problem so immediately reach for the John

Right away the gun bust! Straight lifted a nigga
How we moved his organs with kickback, shifted a nigga
Wild shots fire, everybody scatter like rats
Leavin' nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats
Now we got this faggot nigga blood on our hands
But fuck it, determined to fulfill the best of these plans
Shit was hot but we was nowhere near ready to fall
My son said he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at all

Word, I started buggin' when my nigga said he feel cold
Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole
So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth
Flame the iron, not giving a fuck, y'all niggas wanna rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to judge
One nigga slid and think he got off the hook
Now let me find out one out of them three niggas we bodied
Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up for the party

He was the nigga to flood the table with champagnes
Stupid motherfucker tried to front, we had to leak his brain
Suddenly my nigga fell to the floor
And said his legs feel like them shits ain't got no feelin's no more
More the actin' up the more the shit I felt in my gut
The shit was all over as soon as the director said, "Cut!"

That's a wrap, good actin' motherfuckers, good actin'
That's the shit I'm talkin' about
Y'all ready to watch the playback?
Fuck around, that shit'll be a box office smash motherfuckers

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Slow Motion - Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Title: Slow Motion
Album: Juve The Great
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray

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Lyric:
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me

Uhh, I like it like that, she working that back
I don't know how to act slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me

Uhh, I like it like that, she working that back
I don't know how to act slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me

I'm a dick thrower, her neck and her back hurting
Cut throat will have her like a brand new virgin
It's like when she gets used of it, then you start serving
Hop on top and start jiggy-jiggy jerking
Slow down for me, you moving too fast
My fingers keep slipping, I'm trying to grip that ass

Keep being hard headed and I'ma make you get on me
Got a human up disguise but my face is a doggy
If you loving my ball, let me bury my bone
I will [Incomprehensible], marry bitches at home
One of my bitches fell in love with that outside dick
That outside dick keep them hoes sick, like

Uhh, I like it like that, she working that back
I don't know how to act slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me

Uhh, I like it like that, she working that back
I don't know how to act slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me

It's like I got the world in my palm, your girl up under my arm
She fucked up from the charm
She love the way the dick still hard from 12 till early in the morn
Fine bitches if you listening you heared me I'm strong
If you going through your cycle I ain't with it I'm gone
You must've heared about them hoes that I beat up in my home
They wasn't telling the truth baby you know they was wrong
Now, make it official and drink some of that Dom

I don't mind buying blue, you riding too
Don't be asking a nigga question 'bout where I'm driving you
Lil mamma my shit together I ain't jiving you
I don't think that nigga could do you better than I could do, you know
The Juvenile from cross the street by the derby
Same nigga used to be runnin' with rusty and Kirby
Can a playa from tha nolia get a chance with it
But I can't bounce with you without using my hands with it

Uhh, I like it like that, she working that back
I don't know how to act slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me

Uhh, I like it like that, she working that back
I don't know how to act slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me

Slow motion, she open, I'm hopin' she don't leave my dick broken
With brush burns and swollen
I'm toting she don't wanna make me out and believe her
I guarantee I'ma see ya when I see ya
And just don't holla out my name like we was all in
Yo pussy throwback, and you know that
So stop stunt'n, slow motion for a real nigga
I'm gone off that incredible potion and I'ma deal with you

I like how them Victoria secrets sit in that ass
Lemme pour some more hype and hennesy in ya glass
Would I be violating, if I grabbed me handful
I'm knowing whats happening, all I want is a sample
Who you wit? I'm in a rental today
It's going down and happening and I remember the way
Less money we spend on bullshit, the more for the weed
What's it gonna take for you to come in slow motion with me like

Uhh, I like it like that, she working that back
I don't know how to act slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me

Uhh, I like it like that, she working that back
I don't know how to act slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me

Uhh, I like it like that, she working that back
I don't know how to act slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me

Uhh, I like it like that, she working that back
I don't know how to act slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me

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