If You Came Back From Heaven - Lyrics - Lorrie Morgan

Title: If You Came Back From Heaven
Artist: Lorrie Morgan
Composer(s): Lorrie Morgan, Richard Landis

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Lyric:
I wouldn't know what to say
I wouldn't know what to do
If you came back from heaven
And I would look at you

Would I fumble for the words?
Would I be a little shy?
Would I bust right out with laughter
Or break right down and cry?

Oh, if you came back from heaven
Would it be like it was then?
Could we just pick up where we left off
And try it all again?

Oh, if you came back from heaven
It would freeze me in my tracks
And I hope God knows
If he let you go, I'd never send you back

Do your kisses feel the same?
Do you still have the same touch?
And will you whisper softly
That you've missed me so much?

Have you heard all my prays
When I laid down at night?
And did you feel my body
When I held your pillow tight?

Oh, if you came back from heaven
Would it be like it was then?
Could we just pick up where we left off
And try it all again?

Oh, if you came back from heaven
It would freeze me in my tracks
And I hope God knows
If he let you go, I'd never send you back

And if God forbid, you leave this earth
Again while I see
I hope he knows
If you go, you'll be bringing me

Oh, if you came back from heaven
Would it be like it was then?
Could we just pick up where we left off
And try it all again?

Oh, if you came back from heaven
It would freeze me in my tracks
And I hope God knows
If he let you go, I'd never send you back

I hope God knows
If he let you go, I'd never send you back

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More Than A Woman - Lyrics - Mahogany Soul - Angie Stone

Title: More Than A Woman
Album: Mahogany Soul
Artist: Angie Stone
Composer(s): Edward O Iii Ferrell, Balewa Muhammad, Darren Lighty, Cliff Lighty, Calvin Richardson

Lyric:
Cal, yo baby I believe it's your time, ha
Uh huh, with Angie 'cause I believe in you
Listen

Lookin' back, reminiscing on
Caught up really doing bad, then you put me on
Told me not to be ashamed of what I got
Never mind I'm hatin' niggas up and down the block, babe

Had it down and bills got paid
Said go ahead baby, do the same thing
And when God blesses us, I want a Lexus
With a hideaway mansion in the Hampton

Girl you must've lost your way from heaven
Could it be for me you came so far
Nothing like the ordinary woman
You're the very beat inside my heart

Girl you're like a star I feel so common
Shining like a diamond out in space
Girl you're like my mother, my sister, my lover
Irreplaceable, nothing can take your place

You're the blood in my veins
You're the air I breathe on a hot summer day
You're like a shirt with no sleeves
What makes me a man, any fool could see
More than a woman to me

If you take that back there would be no cure
I'd sail there forever like a ship with no shore
What makes me a man any fool could see
More than a woman to me

Look at us, livin' in luxury
And I've been thinking maybe we should start a family, oh
A girl for you and a boy for me
Matching stones, set baguettes, would you marry me baby

And if you'll have me I'd gladly give my life
Today I take this vow to make you my wife
Nothing temporary no it's quite contrary
It's you and me for eternity

Boy you must've lost your way from heaven
Could it be for me you came so far
Nothing like the ordinary brother
You're the very beat inside my heart

Boy you're like a star I feel so common
Shining like a diamond out in space
Something like my father, my brother, my lover
Irreplaceable, nothing can take your place

You're the blood in my veins
You're the air I breathe on a hot summer day
You're like a shirt with no sleeves
What makes me a man, any fool could see
More than a woman to me

If you take that back there would be no cure
I'd sail there forever like a ship with no shore
What makes me a man any fool could see
More than a woman to me

You're the blood in my veins
You're the air I breathe on a hot summer day
You're like a shirt with no sleeves
What makes me a man, any fool could see
More than a woman to me

If you take that back there would be no cure
I'd sail there forever like a ship with no shore
What makes me a man any fool could see
More than a woman to me

If you're certain about it, oh yeah
Baby, you're the essence of my life
Wanna make you my wife, yeah baby
Oh Lord, baby I love you

My my my baby, my my my baby, yeah yeah
Said you're my baby, whoa yeah
I know there was something about you
Girl I love you

You're the blood in my veins
You're the air I breathe on a hot summer day
You're like a shirt with no sleeves
What makes me a man, any fool could see
More than a woman to me

If you take that back there would be no cure
I'd sail there forever like a ship with no shore
What makes me a man any fool could see
More than a woman to me

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More Than A Woman - Lyrics - 2:35 Pm - Calvin Richardson

Title: More Than A Woman
Album: 2:35 Pm
Artist: Calvin Richardson
Composer(s): Edward O Iii Ferrell, Balewa Muhammad, Darren Lighty, Cliff Lighty, Calvin Richardson

Lyric:
Listen

Looking back, reminiscing on
Caught a brother doing bad, and you put me on
You told me not to be ashamed of what I got
Never mind them hatein' niggas up and down the block, babe
Held it down, and the bills got paid
Said, "Go ahead baby, do your singin' thang"
And when God blesses us I want a Lexus
With a hide-away mansion in the Hamptons

Girl you must have lost your way from Heaven
Could it be for me you came so far?
Nothing like the ordinary woman
You're the very beat inside my heart
Girl your like the star I view so high
Shining like a diamond in outer space
Girl your like my mother, my sister, my lover
Irreplaceable, nothing can take your place

You're the blood in my veins, you're the air I breathe
On a hot summer day your like a shirt with no sleeves
What makes me a man, any fool could see
You're more than a woman to me
If you take that back, there would be no cure
I'd sail there forever, like a ship with no shore
What makes me a man, any fool can see
You're more than a woman to me

Look at us, living luxury
And I been thinking maybe we should start a family
A girl for you, and a boy for me
Matching stones, separate guests, would you marry me baby?
And if you'd have me, I'd gladly give my life
Today I'd take this vow to make you my wife
Nothing temporary, you know it's quite contrary
Just you and me, for eternity

Girl you must have lost your way from Heaven
Could it be for me you came so far?
Nothing like the ordinary woman
You're the very beat inside my heart
Girl your like the star I view so high
Shining like a diamond in outer space
Girl your like my mother, my sister, my lover
Irreplaceable, nothing can take your place

You're the blood in my veins, you're the air I breathe
On a hot summer day your like a shirt with no sleeves
What makes me a man, any fool could see
You're more than a woman to me
If you take that back, there would be no cure
I'd sail there forever, like a ship with no shore
What makes me a man, any fool can see
You're more than a woman to me

You're the blood in my veins, you're the air I breathe
On a hot summer day your like a shirt with no sleeves
What makes me a man, any fool could see
You're more than a woman to me
If you take that back, there would be no cure
I'd sail there forever, like a ship with no shore
What makes me a man, any fool can see
You're more than a woman to me

You're the blood in my veins, you're the air I breathe
On a hot summer day your like a shirt with no sleeves
What makes me a man, any fool could see
You're more than a woman to me

Ma-ma my baby
Ma-ma my baby
Ma-ma my baby
Yeah yeah yeah
Ohh ohh yeah
Louie Louie Louie
Yeah yeah yeah
Girl I love you

You're the blood in my veins, you're the air I breathe
On a hot summer day your like a shirt with no sleeves
What makes me a man, any fool could see
You're more than a woman to me
Girl if you take that back, there would be no cure
I'd sail there forever, like a ship with no shore
What makes me a man, any fool can see
You're more than a woman to me

You're the blood in my veins, you're the air I breathe
On a hot summer day your like a shirt with no sleeves
What makes me a man, any fool could see
You're more than a woman to me
Girl if you take that back, there would be no cure
I'd sail there forever, like a ship with no shore
What makes me a man, any fool can see
You're more than a woman to me

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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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Westside Story - Lyrics - Game

Title: Westside Story
Artist: Game
Composer(s): M Elizondo, Curtis Jackson, Scott Storch, Andre Young, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Ese's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'
Since the West coast fell off, the streets been watchin'
The West coast never fell off, I was sleepin' in Compton
Aftermath been here, the beats been knockin'
Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin'

I got 'California Love' fuckin' bitches to that 'Pac shit
And Westside Connection, been had it locked bitch
I'm in the rearview, my guns is cockin'
I put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman
All stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
Fought that, not guilty, I'm back
Niggaz hate me been here, done that, sold crack, got jacked
Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back

Payback, homey I'm bringin' C.A. back
And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybachs
All you old record labels tryin' to advance
Aftermath bitch, take it like a muh'fuckin' man

If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside

If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside

I'm lowridin' homey, six trey Impala
Gold D's spinnin', chrome hydraulics
Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'
Hollow tips make niggaz disappear like Houdini
Gang bangin' is real, homey I'm living proof
Like Snoop Dogg, C-walkin' on top of the devil's roof
Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that
'Cause red strings in his converse, and this a Dre track

Keep jibbin' and jabbin' I pull the thirty eight magnum
And get to clickin' and clackin' your homies wanna know what happened
Come to Compton see 'Thriller' like Mike Jackson
I might be, Spike Lee, of this gun clappin'
Prior to rappin', I was drug traffickin'
In the dope spot playin' John Madden
Homey I ain't braggin', I took five
You wanna die, run up on that black 745

If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside

If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside

New York, New York, big city of dreams
I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing
Got me fuckin' with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring
I got niggaz in Westside Compton and Southside Queens
And Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through
So I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh
I'm gangsta, more like D-Bo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice?

You niggaz is nutso, I take off your roof
Leave yo' ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe
God gotta let me in Heaven, all the shit I've been through
I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two
Homey I let the 38 special ripped through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his shit on the dresser
I got Compton on my back, I'm startin' to feel the pressure
I'm lyrically Kool G. rap on these Dre records

If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside

If you take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside

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Cool - Lyrics - Food & Liquor - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Cool
Album: Food & Liquor
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Wasalu Jaco, Dexter Wansel, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, the Kool, turn me up, yeah

He came back in the same suit that he was buried in
Similar to the one his grandfather was married in
Yes, he was still fresh to death
Bling, two earrings, a chain layin' on his chest

He still had it 'cause they couldn't find it
And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it
Smelled the Hennessey from when his niggaz got reminded
And poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it

But he couldn't sip it fast enough
So the liquor was just fillin' the casket up
Floatin' down by his feet was the letter from his sister
Second grade handwritin' simply read 'I miss ya'

Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture
Right next to it, one of his mans stuck a swisher
He had a notion as he laid there soakin'
He saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open and he

This life goes passin' you by
It might go fast if you like
You born, you lived and you die
If life goes passin' you by, don't cry
If you're breakin' the rules, makin' your moves
Payin' your dues, chasin' the cool

Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface
Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with
He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it
And when he couldn't dirt-spit, he swallowed it

Workin' like a reverse Archaeologist
Except, his buried treasure was sunshine
So when some shine through a hole that he had drove
It reflected off the gold and almost made some blind

He grabbed onto some grass and climbed
Pulled himself up out of his own grave and looked at the time
On the watch that had stopped 6 months after the shots
That'd got him in the box, wringin' Henny out his socks

Figured it was hours because he wasn't older
Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulder
So with a right hand that was all bones
And with no reason to stay he decided to walk home, so he

This life goes passin' you by
It might go fast if you like
You born, you lived and you die
If life goes passin' you by, don't cry
If you're breakin' the rules, makin' your moves
Payin' your dues, chasin' the cool

He begged for some change to get him on the train
"Damn, that nigga stank", is what they complained
Tried to light the blunt but it burst into flames
Caught the reflection in the window of what he became

A long look, wasn't shook, wasn't ashamed
Matter of fact, only thing on his brain was brains
Yeah and gettin' back in his lane, doin' his thang
First he had to find something to slang

Next stop was his block, it had the same cops
Walked right past the same spot where he was shot
Shocked that some little niggaz tried to sell him rocks
It just felt weird, bein' on the opposite

They figured that he wasn't from there, so they pulled out
And robbed him with the same gun they shot him with
Put it to his head and said, "You're scared, ain'tcha?"
He said, "Hustler for death, no Heaven for a gangsta", and

This life goes passin' you by
It might go fast if you like
You born, you lived and you die
If life goes passin' you by, don't cry
If you're breakin' the rules, makin' your moves
Payin' your dues, chasin' the cool

Yeah, cool

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Posted In The Club - Lyrics - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live - Lil Scrappy

Title: Posted In The Club
Album: Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live
Artist: Lil Scrappy
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Darryl R Richardson

Lyric:
You see I'm posted in the club blunt in ma mouth
If a nigga still buck I'mma knock his ass out
Posted in the club talkin' to dis girl
If a nigga wanna buck I'mma knock his ass out

Ay bitch, what you gon' do if you wanna buck
We can do it if you want to
Hey bitch, what you gon' do if you wanna buck
We can do it if you want to
Push a nigga, slap a nigga, pussy nigga, hoe nigga
Let's go nigga

I drink liquor fifths its Juicy J the pimp
I tell ya baby momma she can suck a nigga dick
Straight from the corna, the north is ma hood
I don rode on 4 flats and it's still all good

Project Pat is outta jail and we 'bout to get dis mail
To you hataz tryna rap, quit playin' wit ya selves
Memphis, Tenn, ATL, we gotta get dis cheese
And we count big bills, while deez hoes on dey knees

Mad 'cause they see me smilin' grillin' in his hoe face
It ain't ma fault, you should her made her stay in the place
She couldn't help it, I'm the king of dis area code
I been blowed, I got time balls, waitin' to explode

Fifteen years I'mma inspiration in dis game
You just gettin' dat car tomorrow, dat style about to change mayne
If you was real you'd recognize real
But bitch you blind to the signs get ya monkey ass killed

Ay, I'm posted in the club blunt in ma mouth
If a nigga still buck I'mma knock his ass out
Posted in the club talkin' to dis girl
If a nigga wanna buck I'mma knock his ass out

Ay bitch, what you gon' do if you wanna buck
We can do it if you want to
Hey bitch, what you gon' do if you wanna buck
We can do it if you want to
Push a nigga, slap a nigga, pussy nigga, hoe nigga
Let's go nigga

It's the young nigga known for bringin' da drama
Why I act crazy, yeah, I got it from ma momma
Walk in this bitch wit nuttin' but a razor
I'mma slice the hell outta muthafuckin' hata

[Incomprehensible] nuttin' but hoes
If a nigga wanna throw I'm throwin' nuttin' but bows
And what it is, you don't wanna go wit da legend
Beatin' niggas ass into the hell of heaven

Wassup I'm drunk but I'm crunk in dis bitch
If you wanna throw bottles, I'mma stab you quick
Ay, back off for a minute for I step in it
Nigga chill shawty ya boi ain't finish his sentence

Don't get mad 'cause ya broads on ma dick
And she came ova in ya damn favorite outfit
Yeah, dolla signs all in the air
And I don't give a fuck if you wanna take it there

Ayyo, I'm posted in the club blunt in ma mouth
If a nigga still buck I'mma knock his ass out
Posted in the club talkin' to dis girl
If a nigga wanna buck I'mma knock his ass out

Ay bitch, what you gon' do if you wanna buck
We can do it if you want to
Hey bitch, what you gon' do if you wanna buck
We can do it if you want to
Push a nigga, slap a nigga, pussy nigga, hoe nigg
Let's go nigga

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Gotta Make It To Heaven - Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' - 50 Cent

Title: Gotta Make It To Heaven
Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Dorsey Wesley

Lyric:
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven

Some say, I'm paranoid, I say, I'm careful how I choose my friends
I been to I.C.U. once I ain't going again
First Zee got murked, then Roy got murked
And homies still in the hood, why he ain't gettin' hurt?

I smell somethin' fishy man it might be a rat
Damn niggaz switchin' sides on niggaz just like that
You know me, I stay wit a bitch on her knees
And get guns away in the hood like government cheese

Spray off Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's
More plate on the back, straight squeezin' a Mak
In the hood they identify niggaz by they cars
So I switch off bass to stay off the radar

I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot
I send Yayo to dump 30 shots on ya block
So spray dat Tec nigga if I say get it done
An make it wet niggaz if you 'round me son

I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven

I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven

When I come through the hood, I don't stop to rap the niggaz
Get close enough to smack, get it clappin' nigga
Pac tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass
Point Blank range, I spat put a bone on his ass

Two weeks later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me down
Then sprayed, I played dead the got the fuck off the ground
Out the blue, I get a phone call 50 waddup?
They sent a bitch at me I send the bitch back cut up

I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you boy
Front on me, you gon meet one of my soldiers boy
'Cause Antwed shot up his mamma crib an now he in jail
Trippin' on Fliks an bogger trail, pussy in black tail

Pac mamma moved but she don't talk to him no more
The shells from twains 4-4, blew the hinge off her door
Without that check every month, how she gon pay for the crib
Man social service finis' come an' take dem kids

I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven

I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven

Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things, I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can and wisdom know the difference
But A, Ade did a make you say dat
That's the pray they burn in ya head when you a case act

Man I might talk to you while we up in them pens
But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon fuck an be friends
Shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistlin'
Thank God they missed you, an' go grab ya pistol

In the hood niggaz runnin' 'round actin' crazy
Buyin' little air Jordan's for maybe babies
See it might be his an' it might be yours
'Cause them broads in the projects is straight up whores

Man it don't take much for you to get in them drawers
You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours
You ain't got to tell me, you feelin' this shit
Because I hear what I'm sayin', I know I'm killin' this shit

I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven

I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven

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Truth Rap - Lyrics - Untold Story Volume II - Game

Title: Truth Rap
Album: Untold Story Volume II
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Marcelle Tom, Jayceon Terrell Taylor

Lyric:
Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, Sean T beats
We feedin' the underground with this Yay Area tycoon shit
For my nigga JT Fig', y'all know where it come from
Never forget it, that Bay Area shit mayne
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, Game, spit that shit

Hey yo, the kid still at it, woke up from that coma
Seen hell came back and here comes my first classic
Still chop it up at the table, still put dope in the bag
And still got dope, under the mattress

It was hustle before rappin', nuttin' before that and
12 years old, a lost soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots tried and almost took the young kid's live
Can't do it, I been through it the young kid survived

Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a long ride
Bear with me, I'ma take you there with me
Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy weather
Streets is mine, we gon' live forever

Get it together 'Pac is watchin', Big is listenin'
Eazy is talkin' to us, Big Pun is witnessin'
While they souls still glistenin' in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn
The shells cry, every hood's anthem

Where everybody goes to church and prayers are never answered
And they throwin' us curve balls but we Hank Aarons
A picture with no canvas, streets are so skanless
Young'uns jump rope, play ball with fiends and dope handlers

Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families
Lost and often runaway or live with grandparents
Life stories with no authors, see it through, [Incomprehensible]
Robinson's cubicles, when time life is so beautiful

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes
We gotta die but it's okay to cry
Mothers strugglin' tryin' to survive, reach out grab my hand
I gotcha, won't let you go for nuttin', I promise

Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad
Words of Minister Farrakhan
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil
Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth, we royal

Who's king we fightin' over a crown, while lifeguards
Watch the hopes and dreams of kids and young teens drown
More infants bein' born with AIDS, more parents mournin' graves
The plot thickens, somebody show us the way

Tears crackin' the pavement, streets breakin' up
The thrill is gone and it's a long walk home
So we might as well start runnin', if it's there gotta take it
'Member Jada said, "We gon' make it"

And it shouldn't take 9/11 to bring our minds together
Shit rough, we'll grind together
Light a candle we can shine forever or I can pass
So I won't miss Aaliyah's concert in Heaven

Live life while we listen to my old heads
So I glow like the memory of Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez
Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the hood mayne
Where street lights flicker and Chuck Taylors hang

And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or cocaine
A lot of black clouds on a block but no rain
And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna take me down
In my own front yard like Marvin Gaye

Can't do it by myself, people need help
Keep on tryin' to live healthy 'til the end of my days
And when I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin' from Heaven
Watch my people drive my coffin through the Compton parade

I'm in the city where it's strange where killers follow direction
And trail witness protection to get a shot at they brain
Where the babies carry semis and swallow pills for power
Count paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for hours

Take sacks from cowards when the streets is watchin'
Tuck guns in trunks 'cause real G's is boxin'
Ain't no other options if you stand on your own two
And if you came to battle, you can stand in the phone booth

'Cause we don't wear capes in this part of the land
'Cause every youngster from my block has been a part of the plan
I've been trainin' since eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine
Teaching came from the Nation, my spirit is from divine

When I, pass the word through these raps on beats
It's fo' sho' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the streets, when I pass these beats
It's fo' sho' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the streets

Y'knahmtalkinbout people?
Make the track speak, "Truth Rap," get it right
"Truth Rap", mayne, for the people
Get it right, "Truth Rap"

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Uppercut - Lyrics - Loyal to the Game - 2pac

Title: Uppercut
Album: Loyal to the Game
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Luis Resto, Randy Stretch Walker, Katari T Cox, Marshall Mathers, Tupac Shakur, Rufus Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
I wanted to bring back that reality, but nobody
Can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson
And I'm a heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga
That's why its so raw to just watch me just battle lions
'Cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size
Watch this uppercut, here it come, watch the jab nigga
Here it come, look out, watch my arms

Lets see so many motherfuckers wanna take a piece
Comin' equipped with some shit niggas just can't believe
I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee
I'm all over that nigga, come identify the body
My middle finger to you hoe niggas
Run up on me and I'll be forced to let it go nigga
I ain't the one you wanna try, why? Stayin' high
Hit the blunt, watch these motherfuckers die

Whose runnin' the streets, I sell that cocaine
'Cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore
They go broke mayne another hustler makin' major cash
'Til the punk police come raid your ass
Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch
'Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin' 6
And we know that you can't hang, you a trick
Rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up nigga?
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up nigga?

They got a nigga in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky
But the nigga's just a little bigger, he tryna fuck me
Out my cash, I'm ma blast nigga, he don't know
I gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go
No need to run for the trunk, I get em' up
Left or right, my uppercut'll hit em' up
I'm known to walk the streets on any block
I love my niggas but I ain't puttin' down my glock

The gun shots rang when I lose nigga and ooh nigga
I'm ma show you not to ever play a true nigga
Lay it down just to prove it
And fuck the rappin' motherfucker, we can do this

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up nigga?
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up nigga?

They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants
This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent
Roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game
Molotov cocktails, releasing up in flames
Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back
Lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back
Wanna see my kids grow, don't know if I'm ma make it though
One more nigga came up short in the ghetto

Society lied to me so I'm strapped with the metal
Push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel
Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let em'
I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em'
I done made so many mistakes but still I don't regret em'
I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend
I'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons
We all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up nigga?
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up nigga?

To all the comrades no longer with us
See you when we get there
'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin'
Give these cowards the uppercut
'Til we get up there with ya'll, you know
Thug life, we still livin' it outlaw for life
In the name of the don, lets go

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Medley For A "V" (The Pussy Medley) - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Medley For A "V" (The Pussy Medley)
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): George Archie, El De Barge, Dion Bennett, El Debarge Nathaniel Hale, Kelton Mcdonald, 2nd Ii None Crawford Wilkierson, David Blake, Calvin Broadus, Jason Lewis

Lyric:
Ay yo G-1, I been listening to this nigga Quik album
And he ain't got no songs about the pussy
You know that nigga gotta have something about the pussy
On this shit, ya feel me?
And I'm just that nigga to beat the pussy up
So uh, if you feel me like I feel you, ya know what I'm sayin'
Let me get a little piece of this thang here like that there, trip

Let a nigga from the E.S. L.B. D.P. beat that pussy
'Til it's soft and mushy, I love that bushy
And most niggas still do
Unless that bitch shit smells like mildew
And we'll do damn near anything to get it
And once I got it, I'm outtie I stay 'bout it
I sip a little tea then light up my weed
I slip on my rubber out the cover then I proceed

To give yo' little thick ass what you need
Gangsta gangsta, I'll make ya cootie cat scream
Didn't I turn ya on like a phone?
You lovin' that Doggy Dogg meaty bone
When ya moan, ya whole voice tone make me wanna
Put my bizalls in ya jizaws 'cause y'all
Know what I'm gettin' at I'm spittin' at
Nigga wanna fuck trick, so what's up bitch?

See as long as my muthafuckin' dick get hard
And I got a million dollars banked out on my credit card
No disrespect or no disregard but I'm hoppin' for that pussy
Like they used to hop for cars
My nigga DJ Q told me come on through
'Cause he got a gang of bitches that was down to do
Keep it poppin' since I'm from the big LBC
That's right down the street from Compton

I pop in the liquor store to grab some hats
A bag of ice, some blue dice and some Cognac, yeah
The pussy's good especially when it's from a whole 'nother neighborhood
How good do it get when you on that G shit
I'm strokin' that pussy 'til that bitch seasick
We dick bitches down and that's rule number 3 in the Dogg Pound
Bitch drawers down!

We won't get no radio play
But we probably get some pussy for this
What you say?
I said we won't get no radio play
But we probably get some pussy for this
You can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate

Uhh baby, let Silk whine while we 6-9
I slide on this rubber and we'll be just fine
Now if my condom broke and my ass got smoked
I'ma still get to Heaven on a little rubber boat, uhh
Snoop hit it, then I hit it too
Aww yeah, little bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you
Now all ya ever do is sit around and boo hoo
Talkin' 'bout Hi-C, I love that it's you

She said, "Where ya been?", I said, "In ya mouth"
If ya lookin' for love, then take me down South
And I'll tell you all the things to make ya laugh and giggle
While I insert my inner self up in ya tender vittles
A hot pocket Snoop Dogg told me to stop it
He heard me in the other room bangin' a broom
And baby, better do me like I'm one in a million
Check yo' feelings and point that ass to the ceiling

'Cause I'm the dick 'em down king, 'call me on the celly
Let it ring and prepare ya lips for the ding ding
And if ya got some friends, let 'em bend on over
While I ride 'em like a '98 Rover
You can wish and you want but this dick ya gonna meet
Hit ya elbows and knees and spread ya booty cheeks
And call me Daddi with a I, girl, you're doin' everything by the book
Nate Dogg, tell 'em how she looked

Girl, ya lookin' fine so fine
I wonder if you'd like to take the time to grind
If so, why don't you leave with me today, let's play
This game I call it 'touch a secret place', let's play

See first I just grab ya from behind, ya mine
And then I just push until I find that [Incomprehensible]
Right now I know you've came a couple of times, that's fine
As long as you know I have to leave in time

You can't be, you can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate
You can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate

Now ain't nothin' like tight pussy on my dick
It's the Gangsta D, baby, never saved a trick
Got a harem full of hoes mashin' to the studio
With all my niggas you will get busy, hoe
Now the first bitch, she want dick to the tonsils
My second and third wanna fuck on the console
My fourth start to leave like the Duke was shootin' shots
While my money maker walking the stroll for my knot

Got that bitch mouth smellin' like fresh cock
Young twat, if I can smell it, I'm a tell ya to get going
With a douche pack, you're makin' my nose react
Reekin' but that ain't tweed or no yak
More like 25 pounds of get back and I can tell by ya walk
It's talk back but if that ain't yo case let me take a ride
On yo' love roller coaster, pull them panties aside, KK

I'ma lead it to the left and to the right
And I'ma make ya scream and holla for more
And I bet you when I'm in it, you can't help but to admit it
You ain't never came this good before
Chivas Regal got my dick so hard
I ain't gon' make it to the house because that's too far
Mr. Quik, give me the keys to the Benzo
So I can hit it right here on the E-Lo, ha baby

I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights

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A Little Piece Of Heaven - Lyrics - Live in the Lbc & Diamonds in the Rough (W/Dvd) - Avenged Sevenfold

Title: A Little Piece Of Heaven
Album: Live in the Lbc & Diamonds in the Rough (W/Dvd)
Artist: Avenged Sevenfold
Composer(s): Zachary James Baker, Jr., Brian Elwin Haner, Matthew Charles Sanders, James Owen Sullivan

Lyric:
Before the story begins, is it such a sin
For me to take what's mine until the end of time?
We were more than friends before the story ends
And I will take what's mine, create what God would never design

Our love had been so strong for far too long
I was weak with fear that something would go wrong
Before the possibilities came true I took all possibility from you
Almost laughed myself to tears, conjuring her deepest fears

Must have stabbed her fifty fucking times
I can't believe it
Ripped her heart out right before her eyes
Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it

She was never this good in bed even when she was sleeping
Now she's just so perfect, I've never been quite so fucking deep in
It goes on and on, and on, I can keep you looking young
And preserved forever with a fountain to spray on your youth whenever

?Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time but bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun, baby don't cry

You had my heart, at least for the most part
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let's make a new start
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, but baby, don't cry

Now possibilities I'd never considered
Are occurring the likes of which I'd never heard
Now an angry soul comes back from beyond the grave
To repossess a body with which I'd misbehaved

Smiling right from ear to ear
Almost laughed herself to tears

Must have stabbed him fifty fucking times
I can't believe it
Ripped his heart out right before his eyes
Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it

Now that it's done, I realize the error of my ways
I must venture back to apologize
From somewhere far beyond the grave

I gotta make up for what I've done
?Cause I was all up in a piece of heaven
While you burned in hell, no peace forever

?Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time but bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun but baby, don't cry

You had my heart at least for the most part
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let?s make a new start
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, but baby, don't cry

I will suffer for so long
(What will you do, not long enough?)
To make it up to you
(I pray to God that you do)
I'll do whatever you want me to do
(Well then I?ll break you unchained)

And if it's not enough
(If it?s not enough, if it?s not enough)
If it's not enough
(Not enough)
Try again
(Try again)
And again
(And again)
Over and over again

We?re coming back, coming back
We?ll live forever, live forever
Let?s have a wedding, have a wedding
Let?s start the killing, start the killing

?Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time but bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun but baby, don't cry

You had my heart at least for the most part
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let?s make a new start
?Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, but baby, don't cry

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Ready To Meet Him - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: Ready To Meet Him
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Let us, let us pray
I thank you Lord for my birth, and everything that's followed
I thank you Lord for today, and I will pray for tomorrow
I thank you Lord for the love of my life and a friend
I made a promise and I'm lovin' my wife till the end

I thank you Lord for your guidance, 'cause it's all that counts
And right here, right now? Lord, this is your house
I thank you Lord for a dream that came true to light
And I ask you to bless everybody, in this room tonight

I don't always do the right thing, and I ask you to forgive me
'Cause I need you here wit me, without you in my life, it's empty
I think back how some people did me like, violence was the remedy
And because I think of that now, I pray for my enemy

Not because of what I'll do, but because they don't know
There's somethin' better after here, and everybody, won't go
So I ask you to forgive them, and we'll hope they see
And I thank you for the love that, they've given to me

I will not abuse it, nor will I lead them astray
You see I love 'em like children, that I see everyday
And I pray, no, we pray, together
To get us through the bad weather, and we love you forever

Let your thought and my heart, go hand in hand
I first thought, but to start, but I stand a man
And for as long as I can, as long as you permit me
Please give me, the strength I need to live
Bear with me, amen

We each walk the path, that you've chosen
Yes

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

Lord, you left me stranded, and I don't know why
Told me to live my life, now I'm ready to die
Ready to fly, I cry, but I shed no tears
You told me you would dead those fears, it's been years

Snakes still comin' at me, just missin'
Sometimes I think all you do with me is just listen
I thought that I was special, that's what you told me
Homey, stop actin' like you don't know me

What'd I do so bad that it sent you away from me?
Not only sent you away, but made you stay away from me?
My child I'm here, as I've always been
It is you who went away and now are back again

What did I say? Follow your word, and be true
What did you do? Well, what I wanted to do
What have you seen? Darkness and hell at a glance
What do you want? All I want is another chance

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

Just because you went away, my doors are not locked
Wanna come back home? All you gotta do is knock
You see I left home a boy, but returned as a man
Full grown, and I'm still not able to stand

I gave you a hand, well, but I was lookin' the wrong way
Figured out the plan, then I started to pray
And that prayer, took me from here over there
Back to over here, now it got me like

Where do I belong, do I fit in?
Things on my mind, where do I begin?
It's easier to sin, but it hurts my heart
I'm really tryin' to win, so where do we start?

Thou shalt not steal, but what if he stole from me?
Thou shalt not kill, but what if he's tryin' to kill me?
Thou shalt not take my name in vain
No matter how hard it rains, withstand the pain

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

I'm ready to meet him, our father, who art in Heaven
I'm not ashamed to ask for guidance at twenty seven
No longer afraid to knock on your door
Not scared anymore to lose my life in the war

After what I just saw, I'm ridin' with the Lord
'Cause I really can't afford to lose my head by the sword
And now that I've seen, what I need to see
Please take me, where I need to be

What have you learned? It's better to tell the truth than to lie
What have you learned? To love my life until I die
What have you learned? Violence isn't always the key
What have you learned? You can't always believe what you see

What have you learned? It's better to forgive and forget
What have you learned? Give as you expect to get
What have you learned? That I can't go on without you
What have you learned? I musta been a fool to ever doubt you

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

I'm ready to meet him
I'm ready to meet him
I'm ready to meet him
I'm ready to meet him
I'm ready to meet him

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