If I'M Not Already Crazy - Lyrics - Lari White

Title: If I'M Not Already Crazy
Artist: Lari White
Composer(s): Suzanne Ragsdale, Verlon K Thompson

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Lyric:
I'm walkin' down this empty street
I don't know where I am or where I'm going
I keep turnin' corners
To keep the pain that follows me confused

I'm talkin' to myself, so I don't
Hear his voice on every wind that's blowing
And if I'm not already crazy
My mind is all that I have left to lose

Gone without a warning, the thing I loved the most
What he couldn't tell me, heaven only knows
This hour of the morning as I stumble on
I can almost hear my spirit breaking with the dawn

I'm walkin' down this empty street
I don't know where I am or where I'm going
I keep turnin' corners
To keep the pain that follows me confused

I'm talkin' to myself, so I don't
Hear his voice on every wind that's blowing
And if I'm not already crazy
My mind is all that I have left to lose

Out here in the darkness
The shadows come to life
How long can I balance
On the sharp edge of the night?

I'm walkin' down this empty street
I don't know where I am or where I'm going
I keep turnin' corners
To keep the pain that follows me confused

I'm talkin' to myself, so I don't
Hear his voice on every wind that's blowing
And if I'm not already crazy
My mind is all that I have left to lose

If I'm not already crazy
My mind is all that I have left to lose

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Not Going Back - Lyrics - Hip Hop Is Dead - Nas

Title: Not Going Back
Album: Hip Hop Is Dead
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Mikkel S Eriksen, Nasir Jones, Chrisette Payne, K Rogers-Jones, Tor Erik Hermansen

Lyric:
What nigga! What bitch-ass niggaz
What! Babe, babe, start the car
Nasir, come on let's go, get in the car now, let's go
Throw it out, let's go
Aight, aight, aight, yeah, but I got 'em, but I got 'em, though

This is crazy, why didn't you just throw it out of the car?
This is so stupid, what are you doing? Why are we even out here?
Why are we out here? What's going on? This is retarded, yo we gotta
This is crazy, never again, you'd throw everything away, for what?

Yeah, my man Kool G Rap told me, 'Son do not look back
Chill up in the mansion with a fat glutious max, relax
When people act schoolin' with facts, tell 'em
At this point in my life I'm all about chillin'?

Ridin' around in something sick and the dress flies
And twist, homie's hermano just died I gotta let it ride
That's what I got the public thinkin', my nigga
Just 'cause I ain't in the hood don't mean shit my nigga

I know who died before the body dropped
I know the guns that were used how much money the shooter got
'Cause on the private yacht I'm still within earshot of it all
The top ten list of the most grimiest guys of all time

Is all we talk when we talk of New York y'all
Who to call and who to stay away from
Whose mother's address to have just to play it safe son
Women they lust up so quick to give 'em up

What cars and what trucks they drive in
What towns they spend the most time in when they grindin'
I found out most of them are cowards they hidin'
Behind reputations that's sour, not going back

The streets keep tryin' to say
Come back around this way
I've already gone that way
I won't go back again
I'm not goin' back

The streets keep tryin' to say
Come back around this way
I've already gone that way
I won't go back again
I'm not goin' back

First thing that happen when you make a little paper
You think the Marriot is livin' in a skyscraper
Till you come across some ever more flyer paper
Realize that five-star 'tellies are even greater

Terry-cloth robes, elegance, movie shit
Heated-up marble floors with jacuzzi's in it
First-class flights, diamonds in your crucifixes
All those things you still ain't really doin' shit kid

'Cause in reality I'll earn my salary
The way I flaunted it then would now embarrass me
It kinda make me wanna hate bling it's a race thing
How they sell blacks to bootleg shit infact

Real millionaires spend 60 mil on paintings
Whores charge niggaz with raping
'Cause we come out doors of Maybach cars
Watch us make bets on race tracks smokin' cigars

So they counter the laws to take what's ours
'Bout 500K on a lawyer to beat the charge
So you can't stop us from making a billion dollars
Instead of goin' back I'm buying the projects

But I'm not going back
The hood's in me forever y'all but I'm not going back

The streets keep tryin' to say
Come back around this way
I've already gone that way
I won't go back again
I'm not goin' back

The streets keep tryin' to say
Come back around this way
I've already gone that way
I won't go back again

And of course y'all know what I'm not going back to
Those no friends of mine and I'm not going back to
Ten carat gold it shine and I'm never going back to
Sony if they don't have dough to sign, not going back to
Y'all know that I'm not going back to

Those liars who would, not going back to
Not help you if they could not going back to
Coke on the stove in the hood, y'all should know that I'm not going back
The hood's in me forever y'all, but I'm not going back

The streets keep tryin' to say
Come back around this way
I've already gone that way
I won't go back again
I'm not goin' back

The streets keep tryin' to say
Come back around this way
I've already gone that way
I won't go back again
I'm not goin' back

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I'M Me - Lyrics - The Leak - Lil' Wayne

Title: I'M Me
Album: The Leak
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Leonardo Mollings, Dwayne Carter, Johnny Mollings

Lyric:
The hottest, hottest under the sun
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
You already know that, pimpin', yeah
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody goin' die tonight
You already know that, pimpin'
Hey, it's Cash Money Records man, a lawless game

Unfuckin' believable, little Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy
It's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch, call me Kevin Federline

It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money 'til the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him, bury him
I know one day they gotta bury him
But I lock my casket tight baby, so I don't let the devil in

People, it's just me and my guitar, yeah, bitch I'm heavy metaling
You can get to fuckin' Led Zeppelin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court, take your life for the settlement

Yes, I'm the best, and no I ain't positive, I'm definite
I know the game like I'm reffing it
This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the new testament
And I'm the God, and this is what I bless them with

Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire

I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire, yeah

Junior, it's Cash Money over everything
It's in my blood I feel it running in every vein
I'm from the mud, I am a missile like the scud
What's really good, I'm about to ruckus like fud

And I stay on my flow and Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the fuckin' Birdman like a log
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim

Cash Money million, heir to the throne
Going at their heads like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the stone
Knowin' I might get through it like hair in a comb

Know money over bitches, my niggas trust my sisters
And I will take or trash it with the Lord as my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen

That I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm still a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire, bitch

Last year they had the Grammys and left me in Miami
Sleeping on a nigga like I'm rapping in my jammies
I'm rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flew Lethal Weapon, book 'em Danny

I'm a monster I tell you, monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain
Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's paint

Let's go, niggas don't see me 'cause I'm better than both
The only time I will depend is when I'm seventy years old
That's when I can't hold my shit within so I shit on myself
'Cause I'm so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else

I'm tryna tell you like I'm saying something
I'm from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff
And there ain't nothin' gonna stop me
So just envy it, hey, I'll accept a friendly quit
Ha, yeah

I'm me, I'm me, bitch, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you? Fuck you, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I am a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire, bitch

The hottest, hottest under the sun
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
You already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Somebody goin' die tonight
You already know that, pimpin'
Hey, it's Cash Money Records man, a lawless game

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Make It Hot - Lyrics - VYP: Voice of the Young People - Lil' Mama

Title: Make It Hot
Album: VYP: Voice of the Young People
Artist: Lil' Mama
Composer(s): James Chambers, M Hunter, N Kirkland

Lyric:
I, I came to put it down
Straight from New York to the A-Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain't even put, put, put it down

But when I'm flippin' the script and they gon' be like, oh
And if I skip 'em or chip 'em they gon' be like, no
'Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' 'cause they already know
This real music I make it hot

It's Lil Mama, Voice Of The Young People
Mouthpiece for the young breeze so slow ya speed, whoa
I'm about that fetty, about that that dough, about that flow
After me that's as far as it goes

'Cause Lil Mama got whips and chains
The only time you see butts is at a Tampa, Milwaukee game
Been G'd up since Hope was slain
So you doubt me, you doubt ya brain

Must, must be insane to ever thinkin' that
A chick like B could ever ever see a chick like me, that's crazy
And if you ever thought that it might be
Then you betta step ya J O B up baby

Been crazy since I was a baby
Now ya girl switch write bars and spit crazy
Let the whole world know I gets crazy
With the music I make it hot

I, I came to put it down
Straight from New York to the A-Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain't even put, put, put it down

But when I'm flippin' the script and they gon' be like, oh
And if I skip 'em or chip 'em they gon' be like, no
'Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' 'cause they already know
This real music I make it hot

Hot, hot, my lyrics be poppin'
Oh, how I could just spit it so sloppy?
The way that I be rockin' they probably think I'm cocky
But they don't know about me, I grab it 'til I lock it down

They pointin' fingers and chose me 'cause I'm a hold it down
I'm spittin' records and bet this you can't control it now
They spinnin' records and notice that I'ma hold it down
This real music I make it pop

Pop, pop dough school, pro tool
Get in the booth and I'ma show you how a pro do
Me to you whom, not even I could stand up when I
Why try look, my eyes don't lie

I don't see nobody close as I
I been lookin' through my peripheral vision
And I start to wonder hypnoses is I
Nobody as nice as I remember that I, I, I

I, I came to put it down
Straight from New York to the A-Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain't even put, put, put it down

But when I'm flippin' the script and they gon' be like, oh
And if I skip 'em or chip 'em they gon' be like, no
'Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' 'cause they already know
This real music I make it hot

It's Lil Mama, Voice Of The Young People
This real music I make it hot
It's Lil Mama

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Take You Home - Lyrics - Ghetto Fabolous - Fabolous

Title: Take You Home
Album: Ghetto Fabolous
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Paul George, Gerard Charles, Lucien Jackson, Hugh Clarke, Ernesto Shaw, Lucien George, Curtis Bedeau, Brian George

Lyric:
Yeah, F A B O L O U S
C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, c'mon
(If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby?)

You gotta love the way this playa be minglin'
If you don't tell yo man mama, I ain't sayin' a thing and
That nigga got you used to the H N O. Kingsten
I'm fuckin limbos, lay on the wingfin'
By the way I be blingin', the pay that I bring in
Mind spendin' a day with the kingpin?
Answer your cell, all day it been ringin'
Tell that nigga, we on our way out to England

Them hips and tips, the way they be swingin'
The way the be jinglin', letz stay till the spring and
Know I thugged you out, the way that you drinkin'
And don't be scared cabby, the yay I be slingin'
Ma, I'm where you wanna be, if not
We can hop in a lid and fly where you wanna be
Yea, you A G, the type that ryde with them cameraz
Instead of the rearviews on the v, I know

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby?
Because I need one tonight
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby?
Because I need one tonight

Allright, okay
You just gotta stay patient boo
I'm a make sho to take you
Where ever you dream a vacation to
You can push the gray station through
I'm a sit in the passanger, and rock Playstation 2
How the hell you have been tweekin' out?
How you been sneekin out? Spent weekends out
She'll be tired of trainin' that month

You probably be fakin' like you came and you ain't even nut
Miss I'll pipe you till you get a pain in yo gut
The kid'll be responsible for changin' yo struck
Wherever you hurI I'm a rub it down
I be ready to smack it up, flip it in public now
I know how to get you hot, I know how to hit yo spot
If I take you home, I know how to keep you stylin'
I know how to keep you smilin' if I take you home, let's go

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby?
Because I need one tonight
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby?
Because I need one tonight

I think it's just that ladies smilley
I'm in love with my red 6, and got a crush on a navy caddy
I like 'em deepcut, bust, with crazy fatties
They be wishin' I was just, they baby daddy
I'm the one that make it real easy
For you to just drop'em like he hot, like he lil' weezy
I ain't gon never make you feel sleezy
And I'm a put the roof up on the drop if it feel breezy

I love the way you smerk and giggle, jerk and wiggle
Throw yo legz up while I work the middle
Already told me how you strictly be with 'em
Now I'ma show you so much cash, that you'll quickly forget 'em
I'm young, but know I'll have you in a bungalow
Fillin' your stomach with Cris, your lungz with Dro
I'll have you sprung fa sho
It ain't gon' be no limit where your tongue will go, ya heard me?

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby?
Because I need one tonight
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby?
Because I need one tonight

If I take you home

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Ci &Amp; Jojo - It'S Me - Lyrics - Emotional - K

Title: Ci &Amp; Jojo - It'S Me
Album: Emotional
Artist: K
Composer(s): Freddie D Iii Jerkins, Rodney Roy Jerkins, Lashawn Ameen Daniels

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Lyric:
Hold up, love
I know I'm not the one that you've been speakin' of
Rumors start
But all the time I was the one who gave you so much love

You came along
I was already in they ear before I picked you up
You broke my trust
'Cause I thought you loved me, you just cashed in

Now I'm through with you
You
You don't know what to do
To do
Now who's playin' who?
You loved me, now it's ugly

'Cause I'm not checkin' for you
No, no, no
Your hatin' end is through
It's so cool
Without me there's no you
Now you're through 'cause I'm done with you

It's your world made easy
Now it's you tryin' to front and run game on me
It's not like you can hang and sexy
'Cause you wouldn't be known if you didn't know me

Hear me, mami, take it easy
If you hate Jojo, you're hatin' K-Ci
Speak up when they ask you, shorty
"Who's the one that made you?", then say that it's me

Now you think
Every thing that I done for you came so easy, uh
And now you seem
To be actin' like it really was you that made me

But you don't see
When you step out on the scene that they really see me
And no one seemed
To even really notice you 'cause you're not with me

Now I'm through with you
Through with you
You don't know what to do
What to do
Now who's playin' who?
You loved me, now it's ugly

'Cause I'm not checkin' for you
No, no, no
Your hatin' day is through
Said it?s all cool
Without me there's no you
Now you're through 'cause I'm done with you

It's your world made easy
Now it's you tryin' to front and run game on me
It's not like you can hang and sexy
'Cause you wouldn't be known if you didn't know me

Hear me, mami, take it easy
If you hate Jojo, you're hatin' K-Ci
Speak up when they ask you, shorty
"Who's the one that made you?", then say that it's me

Baby, girl, it ain't cool you
Tryin' to thank me
Baby, I can't believe that I'm hearin 'bout you
Just tryin' to thank me
Baby girl, you're crazy

Baby, girl, it ain't cool you
Tryin' to thank me
Baby, I can't believe that I'm hearin 'bout you
Just tryin' to thank me
Baby girl, you're crazy

It's your world made easy
Now it's you tryin' to front and run game on me
It's not like you can hang and sexy
'Cause you wouldn't be known if you didn't know me

Hear me, mami, take it easy
If you hate Jojo, you're hatin' K-Ci
Speak up when they ask you, shorty
"Who's the one that made you?", then say that it's me

It's your world made easy
Now it's you tryin' to front and run game on me
It's not like you can hate it, sexy
'Cause you wouldn't be known if you didn't know me

Hear me, mami, take it easy
If you hate Jojo, you're hatin' K-Ci
Speak up when they ask you, shorty
"Who's the one that made you?", then say that it's me

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Z - What More Can I Say? - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - What More Can I Say?
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): S Johnson, Shawn Carter, Roland Lawrence Chambers, Kenneth Gamble, A Gonzalez, Thom Bell

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Lyric:
Are you not entertained? Are you not entertained?
Is this not why you are here?
Uh uh-huh
Uh uh-huh uhh
Turn the music up, turn me down
Guru, let's go get 'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn, stand up

There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood, or this pop, this hot, or this strong
With so many different flows there's one for this song
The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up
These fucks, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy
They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me
You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked
they whole style from, they try to reverse the outcome
I'm like, tough
I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin' up my brother

Biggin up my borough, I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish
So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rell's in your mouth
I'm in new sneakers, dual-seaters
Few divas, what more can I tell you?
Let me spell it for you
Double U I, double L I E
Nobody truer than, H O V
And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador
Prime Minister, back to finish my business up

What more can I say?
What more can I do?
I gave this up to you
I know this much is true, true

What more can I say to you?
You heard it all

You already know what I'm about, flyin' birds down South
Movin' wet off the step, "Purple Rain" in a drought
Stuntin' on hoes, brushin' off my shirt
But ain't nuttin' on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name
Young H-O pitch the yay faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz paid fo', friends they roll
Private jets down to Turks and Caicos

Crist' caseloads, I don't give a shit
Nigga one life to live, I can't let a day go
By without me bein' fly or fresh to death
Head to toe 'til the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys, I'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans, nigga button up
S. Dots on my feet make my cipher complete
What more can I say? Guru play the beat!

We gon' let this ride into the hook
I'ma snap my fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
Get my grown man on
Let's go

What more can I say?

Now you know yo' ass is Willie when they got you in the mag
For like half a billy, and yo' ass ain't lily
White that mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly, it's both
I don't mean to boast, but damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass
The Martha Stewart, that's far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through with it
In fact, I'm just previewin' it

This ain't the show, I'm just EQ'n it
One-two and I won't stop abusin' it
To groupie girls, stop false accusin' it
Back to the music, the Maybach roof is translucent
Niggaz got a problem Houston! Heh
What up B, they can't shut up me
Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride
God forgive me for my brash delivery
But I remember vividly what these streets did to me
So picture me lettin' these clowns nitpick at me

Paint me like a pickany
I will literally kiss T.T. in the forehead
Tell her please forgive me then squeeze until you full 'head
I'm not the one to score points off, in fact
I got a joint that'll knock yo' points off
Young, Hova the God, nigga blasphemy
I'm at the Trump International, ask for me
I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere you ain't never there
And nigga, why would I ever care?
Pound for pound, I'm the best to ever come around here

Excludin' nobody, look what I embody
The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street
A CEO's mind, that marketin' plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated like say a Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
Times that by my influence on pop culture
I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck this!

What more can I say?

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Baby Don'T Go - Lyrics - From Nothin' to Somethin' - Fabolous

Title: Baby Don'T Go
Album: From Nothin' to Somethin'
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Vincent Bell, Jermaine Dupri, John David Jackson, Faheem Najm

Lyric:
I'm tryna play cool, actin' like what you do
Don't phase me, don't phase me
Meanwhile, I'm sittin' at home, all alone
Tryna keep myself from goin' crazy

When I'm in the house, when I think about
When I see you out, when I hear about
I want my baby back and I thought it would be easy
But it's hard for me to let you go
Baby, don't go, baby, don't go
Baby, don't go, baby, don't go

Y'all know what this is
Now I'm better then ya ex, gon' be better then ya next
Baby screwed up, so you betta be from Texas
Can't seem to doubt that I creamed her out
Now you dream about how I turn Neiman out

Nothin' to scream about, just back your Beamer out
Pack it up in the trunk, go back the Kima House
'Cuz I could play cool but I can't play fool
There's options in break up, you ever play pool?

Better do you 'cause I damn sure does me
And what ya buzz be is only because of me
The wifey, husby never was me, I does me, trust me
I don't want another you so I'ma slide
But I got another boo on the side baby

I'm tryna play cool, actin' like what you do
Don't phase me, don't phase me
Meanwhile, I'm sittin' at home, all alone
Tryna keep myself from goin' crazy

When I'm in the house, when I think about
When I see you out, when I hear about
I want my baby back and I thought it would be easy
But it's hard for me to let you go
Baby, don't go, baby, don't go
Baby, don't go, baby, don't go

Through the time I been alone, time I spend on phones
Know you ain't lettin' him climb up in my throne now
Baby, dat lime with the Patron had me talkin' crazy
It's time to come on home now

I talk wit someone above
It's okay to lose ya pride over someone ya love
Don't lose someone you love though over ya pride
Stick wit ya entree and get over ya size

We break up then make up at Jacob's, baby
My parents fought too, I'm the make up baby
Wake up, baby, love'll have you open though
I mean, you seen Tom Cruise on da Oprah show
So I just can't bet on da next hand
There's to much in this pot just to give to da next man

I'm tryna play cool, actin' like what you do
Don't phase me, don't phase me
Meanwhile, I'm sittin' at home, all alone
Tryna keep myself from goin' crazy

When I'm in the house, when I think about
When I see you out, when I hear about
I want my baby back and I thought it would be easy
But it's hard for me to let you go
Baby, don't go, baby, don't go
Baby, don't go, baby, don't go

Now if you ain't never went through it, you ain't really into it
The neck scratches show you I really been through it
Every other day, I'm givin' da love away
That's what ya friend's sister, lil' brothas say

If I'ma do somethin', it's da undercover way
When them hatin' ass watchdogs look da other way
And others may not see dat we need each other
But if we on da same page, we could read each other

They should learn us, instead of tryna turn us
Mr. & Mrs. Smith, we both got da burners up
If you love ya baby then turn this up
Don't we keep it hot like a Thermos cup?
Relax don't be tryna perm us up, we already straight, yes

I'm tryna play cool, actin' like what you do
Don't phase me, don't phase me
Meanwhile, I'm sittin' at home, all alone
Tryna keep myself from goin' crazy

When I'm in the house, when I think about
When I see you out, when I hear about
I want my baby back and I thought it would be easy
But it's hard for me to let you go
Baby, don't go, baby, don't go
Baby, don't go, baby, don't go

Fab, we gon' have to make a dance to this song, man
You know what I mean?
Ain't no way they can't dance on this
T-Pain

I want my baby back and I thought it would be easy
But it's hard for me to let you go

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My Problem (Jealousy) - Lyrics - From Me to U - Juelz Santana

Title: My Problem (Jealousy)
Album: From Me to U
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Michael Scarpiello, Harold Paye, Henri Charlemagne, Laron James, Edgar Pease

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Lyric:
(Jealousy, yeah)
I'm sorry
(Jealousy, yeah)
I mean it too
(Jealousy, yeah)
Let me talk to you
(Jealousy, yeah)
Knahmsayin?, tell you what it was all about maybe

(Jealousy)
We was in love it had to be the
(Jealousy)
That had me buggin' all for nuttin'
(Jealousy, yeah)
Now I'm a loner 'cuz of
(Jealousy, yeah)
I'm sorry man, oh

Baby, all I wanted was a chance with you
(Yeah)
Little love, little dance, romance with you
Shit I had big plans for you
Swear to God I never meant to put my hands on you
That's not somethin' that a man would do
That's not something I had plans to do, I had plans to move
Take you with me, give you the coupe
(Yeah)
Give you the shoes, instead I was hearin' the news

You was out there buggin', fuckin'
(Yeah)
Doin' your dirt when, I was in the studio workin'
Shit I'm tryna make music that's perfect
Instead I gotta hear you out there foolin' and flirtin'
You and your friends got a bad reputation already
If I'm not mistaken already, uh
But I gotta apologize to your mother and father
(Yeah)
Shoulda never put my hands on your daughter

But I ain't askin' you to drop no charges shit
I did what I did, deserve the consequence
I can't see myself copping a plea
To one of these niggaz who bleeds the same as me
I'ma G, I will cock and squeeze
The same as E, take it to the same degree, please
So let's leave it alone, we don't need this at home
(Yeah)
Especially all over some fuckin'

(Jealousy, yeah)
Yeah thats what it's about right?
(Jealousy, yeah)
I never meant to touch you
(Jealousy, yeah)
Uh, it was the
(Jealousy, yeah)
I was buggin', high

(Jealousy, yeah)
Whoa
(Jealousy, yeah)
God forgive me my
(Jealousy, yeah)
If I could take it back
(Jealousy, yeah)
You know I would, yes I would, yes I would

Shit, now I don't know what made me, lift my hand up
(Yeah)
Swing it at you, I musta been crazy
Musta been high, twisted off hazy
Fuck am I doing? This is my baby
And now I'm feeling like Kane from Menace II Society
Know your brothers wanna come back and fire me
Now I'm riding with my riders beside of me
Can't get caught slippin' so they riding beside of me

And Cam told me not to fuck with you
(Yeah)
He told me you known, the blocks corrupted you
I told him nah, I had it locked, threw cuffs on you
Plus I had lots of love for you, huh
So I'm stickin' with my heart, that's my nigga to the heart
But I'm stickin' with my heart
Now look, I'm sittin' in the dark
(Yeah)
Facin' a charge, gotta go sit up in a court

All because, I was stupid and dumb
Shoulda never went through it with hun, shit
But to this day, I never knew this would come
I never thought that I would go through this with hun, no
The one I wanted to marry, wanted to carry my baby through life
Maybe this life, we can't be together
Can't see together, can't see each other
(Yeah)
Don't need each other, won't be together
'Cuz of

(Jealousy, yeah)
Ah haa
(Oh, jealousy, yeah)
(Jealousy, yeah)
Damn, why did we have to go through this
(Jealousy, yeah)
And its all because of this
(Jealousy, yeah)
I admit I was
(Jealousy, yeah)
(Jealousy, yeah)
Uh, you was playin' them games too
(Jealousy, yeah)
Sayin' them names too
(Yeah)

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Geek In The Pink - Lyrics - Mr. A-Z - Jason Mraz

Title: Geek In The Pink
Album: Mr. A-Z
Artist: Jason Mraz
Composer(s): Ian Sheridan, Jason Mraz, Kevin Kadish, Scott Storch

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Lyric:
Yo, brotha A to Z
Yo, wussup B
Yo, what time is it?
It's Laundry Day

Do do do
Do do do
Do do do

Well, let the geek in the pink take a stab at it
If you like the way I'm thinkin', baby, wink at it
I may be skinny at times but I'm fat fulla rhymes
Pass me the mic and I'm a grab at it

Well, isn't it delicious, crazy way that I'm kissin'
This baby listen to this, don't wanna miss it while it's hittin'
Sometimes you gotta fit in to get in
But don't ever quit 'cause soon I'm gonna let you in but see

I don't care what you might think about me
You'll get by without me if you want
Well, I could be the one to take you home
Baby, we could rock the night alone

If we never get down
It wouldn't be a let down
But sugar don't forget
What you already know

That I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away

Like the geek in the pink
Well, like the geek in the pink, yeah
The geek in the pink

Well, my relationship fodder, don't mean to bother nobody
But Cupid's automatic, musta fired multiple shots at her
Because she fall in love too often, that's what the matter
At least I'm talkin' about it, keep my pattern of flattery and

She was starin' through the door frame and
Eyeing me down like already a bad boyfriend
Well, she can get her toys outta the drawer then
'Cause I ain't comin' home, I don't need that attention, see

I don't care what she might think about me
She'll get by without me if she wants
Well, I could be the one to take her home
Baby, we could rock the night alone

If we never get down
It wouldn't be a let down
But sugar don't forget
What you already know

That I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away

Hey, baby, look at me, go from zero to hero
You better take it from a geek like me
Well, I can save you from unoriginal dum-dums
Who wouldn't care if you complete him or not

So what I've got, a short attention span, a coke in my hand
Because I'd rather have the afternoon, relaxin' understand
My hip hop and flip-flops, well, it don't stop with the light rock
My shot to mock, you kinda puts me in the tight spot

The hype is nothing more than hoo-ha, so I'm
Developing a language and I'm callin' it my own
So take a peek into the speaker and you'll see what I mean
That on the other side the grass is greener

I don't care what you might think about me
You'll get by without me if you want
I could be the one to take you home
Baby, we could rock the night alone

If we never get down
It wouldn't be a let down
But sugar don't forget
What you already know

I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away

Like the geek in the pink
Well, I'm the geek in the pink ya'll
Geek is the color for power

I'm the geek in the pink
So I'm the geek ya'll, in the pink ya'll
Geek is the color for power
I'm the geek in the pink

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Up In Here - Lyrics - Doggy Bag - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Up In Here
Album: Doggy Bag
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Sheppard Daniels, Jermaine Dupri, Bryan Michael Cox

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Lyric:
Yo yo yo
It's crazy you hear that
That's my man Bow Wow
Hey you know it's off the hook when we up in here
So so def let's go

Microphone check one two ain't nobody comin' like I'm comin'
When I come through so get ready I'm the real deal
And you can see what I'm sayin' even if you standin' two blocks away
I'm from the C.O. and I won' stop

I'm only 14 makin' more than yo pops
I'm sayin' you already know what I'm about
If you don't take cover 'cause the dog is out
You can either flee the scene or keep your frown

Better yet find somethn' to do
Till I die down and that ain't happening no time soon
Why?
'Cause I keep gettin' y'all with the boom
It goes back to back we the empire
Get out the way or get burned by the fire
My plans ain't to stay in the racks so run and tell your friends
The phenomenon's back

Up in here
I know you want me, want me baby girl here I am come get me
Up in here
Off the chain and you know that I brought Ohio with me
I'm up in here
Now get loud jump up off in the crowd let me see whatcha all about
Up in here
Now this my world and all I want to do is see you let the dogs out

You thinkin' it's a game
Playboy you gotta be a lil bit more realistic
And state your claim when I say we off the chain
I'm talkin' tigers and dogs, not puppy dogs, they can't run in this game

From Ohio to Lauderdale we keep it crackin'
Like it ain't nothin' but sucona on 22 and gels
And ain't nothin' you can tell 'em, 'cause we the future
And the stakes is high, you get stocks you better sell 'em
Man I'm too legit to quit and in a half a year
I won't be nothin' to lick wit, get it lick wit

Now I'm talkin' diffa denz, Mercedes and Benz
Trips to Sowetos, cuties in Switzerland and I still got flow
You know that lil black boy when I come around
It's like a fashion show wit Lil Bow Wow
Of course you know what I be
T-I-G-A-H and I make em' say ahh when I'm

Up in here
I know you want me, want me baby girl here I am come get me
Up in here
Off the chain and you know that I brought Ohio with me
I'm up in here
Now get loud jump up off in the crowd let me see whatcha all about
Up in here
Now this my world and all I want to do is see you let the dogs out

I'm doin' too much, they call me young Walter Payton
'Cause I come through the line untouched
Then no matter what harm be your pop if the dog lay on it
Is going to the top I den change the game
I get all the girls even Lil Kim screamin' my name
You can fight it, fight it but try not to like it

But you kids'll go crazy if they don't see me I'm
So so def till the end around here
We hit and do it over again, how many y'all can say that?
How many of y'all 14 was sittin' back watchin' paper stack?
It's a known fact that all the greats started this age
I ain't trynna say that' I'm the greatest yet
But I will say I'm goin' down that page

Up in here
I know you want me, want me baby girl here I am come get me
Up in here
Off the chain and you know that I brought Ohio with me
I'm up in here
Now get loud jump up off in the crowd let me see whatcha all about
Up in here
Now this my world and all I want to do is see you let the dogs out

Up in here, yo
Yeah, up in here
Every time man, every trip man
I don't care what it is
Up in here
If I'm up in here then somethin' gon happen
Up in here
That's fo sho man, so so def man and every trip we
Up in here

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Where I'M Headed (Dove Sono Diretta :Italian) - Lyrics - Lene Marlin

Title: Where I'M Headed (Dove Sono Diretta :Italian)
Artist: Lene Marlin
Composer(s): Lene Marlin Pedersen

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Lyric:
Pass by, don't dare to stop
Pass by, don't dare to stop

Got a suitcase in my hand
Filled with stuff most precious to me
Sidewalk brings my feet wherever they're headed
There is no directions given
Just some trust in human mind
To rely on and to hold on to

Honestly don't know where I'll end up at last
Won't even count the days
One thing I sure know, I won't move so fast
My mind in complete haze

I pass by, don't dare to stop
When there's someone I see
There's no one here but me
I'm fooled by something inside my head
If I lay down now, I might seem kinda dead
Just keep on wasting time

Scary thoughts and frightening sounds
In my mind still I try avoid it
Heading through this hope not one-way alley
I can't really sense my surroundings
Seems to be all dark around
Nothing there, to lighten up my way

Honestly don't know where I'll end up at last
Won't even count the days
One thing I sure know I won't move so fast
My mind is complete haze

I pass by, don't dare to stop
When there's someone I see
There's no one here but me
I'm fooled by something inside my head
If I lay down now, I might seem kinda dead
Just keep on wasting time

Pass by, don't dare to stop

I walk slow in secret
Listening to the sound of steps
Imagination, it seems to go all crazy
I've got all the time I need
Wanna dream fulfill my wishes
Like this future already now been entered

I pass by, don't dare to stop
When there's someone I see
There's no one here but me
I'm fooled by something inside my head
If I lay down now, I might seem kinda dead
Just keep on wasting time

I pass by, don't dare to stop
When there's someone I see
There's no one here but me
I'm fooled by something inside my head
If I lay down now, I might seem kinda dead
Just keep on wasting time

Pass by, don't dare to stop
I'm fooled by something inside my head
Pass by, don't dare to stop
I'm fooled by something inside my head

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Where I'M Headed - Lyrics - Playing My Game - Lene Marlin

Title: Where I'M Headed
Album: Playing My Game
Artist: Lene Marlin
Composer(s): Lene Marlin Pedersen

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Lyric:
Pass by, don't dare to stop
Pass by, don't dare to stop

Got a suitcase in my hand
Filled with stuff most precious to me
Sidewalk brings my feet wherever they're headed
There is no directions given
Just some trust in human mind
To rely on and to hold on to

Honestly don't know where I'll end up at last
Won't even count the days
One thing I sure know, I won't move so fast
My mind in complete haze

I pass by, don't dare to stop
When there's someone I see
There's no one here but me
I'm fooled by something inside my head
If I lay down now, I might seem kinda dead
Just keep on wasting time

Scary thoughts and frightening sounds
In my mind still I try avoid it
Heading through this hope not one-way alley
I can't really sense my surroundings
Seems to be all dark around
Nothing there, to lighten up my way

Honestly don't know where I'll end up at last
Won't even count the days
One thing I sure know I won't move so fast
My mind is complete haze

I pass by, don't dare to stop
When there's someone I see
There's no one here but me
I'm fooled by something inside my head
If I lay down now, I might seem kinda dead
Just keep on wasting time

Pass by, don't dare to stop

I walk slow in secret
Listening to the sound of steps
Imagination, it seems to go all crazy
I've got all the time I need
Wanna dream fulfill my wishes
Like this future already now been entered

I pass by, don't dare to stop
When there's someone I see
There's no one here but me
I'm fooled by something inside my head
If I lay down now, I might seem kinda dead
Just keep on wasting time

I pass by, don't dare to stop
When there's someone I see
There's no one here but me
I'm fooled by something inside my head
If I lay down now, I might seem kinda dead
Just keep on wasting time

Pass by, don't dare to stop
I'm fooled by something inside my head
Pass by, don't dare to stop
I'm fooled by something inside my head

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New York - Lyrics - Dj Khaled

Title: New York
Artist: Dj Khaled
Composer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Irving Lorenzo, Jason T Phillips, Clement Dodd, Marcello Valenzano, Lawrence Krsone Parker, Jeffrey B Atkins, Joseph Cartagena, Carlton Livingstone, Hyman Wright

Lyric:
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk
And I know

Y'all niggaz is pussy, poonani, vagina
Your monologue's getting tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire

I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane
Let each coast bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible, pushin' through in the sky blue

Back with the Gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin' at the speed of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin' their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house

I don't really understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm from New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New York
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York
And this is how we do

Nigga, I can see the coke in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin', and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"

True Story, I'm bringin' the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to lean back
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin' them Howard niggaz
Who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book?

Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the X is where the team be at

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And this is how we do

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light their spliffs

And that coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
Wise has awoken, and you know they say that
"You deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open"

I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with them old rifles
Just doin' shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just like you

Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, 'cause nigga I'm from New York!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk
And this is how we do!

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New York (Remix) - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: New York (Remix)
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Irving Lorenzo, Jason T Phillips, Clement Dodd, Marcello Valenzano, Lawrence Krsone Parker, Jeffrey B Atkins, Joseph Cartagena, Carlton Livingstone, Hyman Wright

Lyric:
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk
And I know

Y'all niggaz is pussy, poonani, vagina
Your monologue's getting tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire

I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane
Let each coast bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible, pushin' through in the sky blue

Back with the Gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin' at the speed of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin' their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house

I don't really understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm from New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New York
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York
And this is how we do

Nigga, I can see the coke in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin', and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"

True Story, I'm bringin' the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to lean back
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin' them Howard niggaz
Who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book?

Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the X is where the team be at

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And this is how we do

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light their spliffs

And that coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
Wise has awoken, and you know they say that
"You deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open"

I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with them old rifles
Just doin' shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just like you

Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, 'cause nigga I'm from New York!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk
And this is how we do!

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New York - Lyrics - R.U.L.E. - Ja Rule

Title: New York
Album: R.U.L.E.
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Irving Lorenzo, Jason T Phillips, Clement Dodd, Marcello Valenzano, Lawrence Krsone Parker, Jeffrey B Atkins, Joseph Cartagena, Carlton Livingstone, Hyman Wright

Lyric:
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk
And I know

Y'all niggaz is pussy, poonani, vagina
Your monologue's getting tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire

I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane
Let each coast bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible, pushin' through in the sky blue

Back with the Gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin' at the speed of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin' their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house

I don't really understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out
Leavin' 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm from New York
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New York
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York
And this is how we do

Nigga, I can see the coke in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find God
But now that maze is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage

And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin', and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"

True Story, I'm bringin' the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to lean back
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin' them Howard niggaz
Who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book?

Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the Pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the X is where the team be at

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
Ruff Ryde, and D block and shit, nigga fuck what you thought
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And this is how we do

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light their spliffs

And that coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
Wise has awoken, and you know they say that
"You deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open"

I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with them old rifles
Just doin' shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just like you

Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit, 'cause nigga I'm from New York!
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk
And this is how we do!

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You Or Me - Lyrics - Dream Theater

Title: You Or Me
Artist: Dream Theater
Composer(s): John Myung, John Petrucci, Michael Portnoy, Derek G. Sherinian

Lyric:
I need some pencils
Will you be using 'em for company business?
One eight hundred nine nine two
For cash back, see store for details

Meeting rebel leaders, he says
He also plans to thank Russian soldiers
For their work in Chechnya
Work better

People around here are driving me crazy
Watching them run is making me lazy
Trying to buy a place in my head

Selling me lines I've already read
Speaking my name to try to confuse me
Say it again you're starting to lose me

That's alright, I'm okay
It happens every single day
It's all the same but I'm not blind

Never mind, it's either you or me
And I can't see the difference
You or me, I find that I can't see the difference

When are these changes going to stick
Eating my words is making me sick
Some of the time I'm practically sacred

Reading my mind is leaving you naked
You'd rather give it away than receive it
One of these days I'm gonna believe it

That's alright, I'm okay
It happens every single day
It's all the same but I'm not blind

Never mind, it's either you or me
And I can't see the difference
You or me, I find that I can't see the difference

You or me and I can't see the difference
You or me, I find that I can't see the difference
You or me

That's alright, I'm okay
It happens every single day
And I can't see the difference
It's all the same but I'm not blind

Never mind, it's either you or me
That's alright I'm okay
It happens every single day

I find that I can't see the difference
It's all the same but I'm not blind

My position was that if anybody who's a Christian would go there
They're not only aligning themselves to the demagogue
They're aligning themselves to the Antichrist
Which by the way, this man is an Antichrist

Did you see the video?
I didn't need to see the video to call the guy an Antichrist
If you can truly appreciate sins
So that we'll go to heaven anyway
He came to save his people from their sins

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