It'S Reciprocal - Lyrics - Bad Religion

Title: It'S Reciprocal
Artist: Bad Religion
Composer(s): Greg Graffin

Lyric:
Hoarding turns allure to discontent
Altruism's a grind all it's own
Morning makes you know you're in a cell
But love is just as pure as you both

'Cause it's reciprocal
(It's reciprocal)
It's reciprocal
(It's reciprocal)
It's reciprocal
(It's reciprocal)
It's reciprocal
(It's reciprocal)

When true love is metaphysical
Venal desires we learn to beset
You and me we've got a special thing
But I want you to never forget

It's reciprocal
(It's reciprocal)
It's reciprocal
(It's reciprocal)
It's reciprocal
(It's reciprocal)
It's reciprocal
(It's reciprocal)

Each bedtime I stir with regret
Guilty and vain
Hoping for retribution

Charity's immune from my demands
I don't expect a thing from the weak
But you my love are measured and compared
Predisposed to my profane decree

It's reciprocal
(It's reciprocal)
It's reciprocal
(It's reciprocal)
It's reciprocal
(It's reciprocal)
It's reciprocal
(It's reciprocal)

It's reciprocal

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Right Back Atcha - Lyrics - Rhett Akins

Title: Right Back Atcha
Artist: Rhett Akins
Composer(s): Kendall Marvel, Rhett Akins, Max T Barnes

Lyric:
We've been standing on the edge of something
Bigger than the both of us
And neither one of us had said it yet
But tonight I got my courage up

I was just about to let the L word rip
When you stopped me in my tracks
Oh, you came right out and said, "I love you"
Well all I had to say to that, is

Right back atcha, same to you
Ditto Darlin', I love you too
The feeling's mutual, it goes both ways you know
It's reciprocal, emotion's identical

I'm glad that you feel the same
'Cause I was about to say those very words
But darlin', since you said 'em first
Right back atcha

Girl, I had everything worked out
It was right on the tip of my tongue
Well, I was waitin' on that special moment
But you beat me to the punch

Yeah, you took the words right out of my mouth
You must have been readin' my mind
'Cause when you told me that you loved me
Well, I had only one reply, that's right

Right back atcha, same to you
Ditto Darlin', I love you too
The feeling's mutual, it goes both ways you know
It's reciprocal, emotion's identical

I'm glad that you feel the same
'Cause I was about to say those very words
But darlin', since you said 'em first
Right back atcha

Yeah, right back atcha, same to you
Ditto Darlin', I love you too
The feeling's mutual, it goes both ways you know
It's reciprocal, emotion's identical

I'm glad that you feel the same
'Cause I was about to say those very words
But darlin', since you said 'em first
Right back atcha

Oh yeah, ditto darlin', I love you too
Right back atcha

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Wasteland Warriors - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Wasteland Warriors
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Souljah Boy Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Willie Lyons, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga
P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin
Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga
(We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

What if we slowed it down?
Then, nigga, you would hear me
I know niggas would fuck around
And say we tried to steal your style

Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest
Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us
My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload
So, when them funky, funky jump me

Gon' be ready to roll
(Ready to roll)
It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid
But, oh no, niggas heard the flow
And wanted a piece of the cake

It kinda pissed me off that [unverified] figured they could get skills
But when kept on disrespectin'
Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga
I'm from the Land where every niggas plan

And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'
And they don't understand them niggas rappin'
But still they actin' like criminals
[Unverified] reciprocal

They don't know it, even though
Oh, no, no, can't let you go
When I pop, pop, pop
(Pop, pop)

That funk 'll gon' blow you away
Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday
Oh, gotta say, fuck all, y'all, all y'all
Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed

Warriors ride
(Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)
(Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride
(Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)
(Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind

You know it is, what it's gotta be
Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'
And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back
Don't stop, but the double glock they don't look out for these

Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch
Sue these stupid muthafuckas
Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus
'Cause the niggas be down for the count

And the first nigga step up, get shut down
You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style
That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town
Arrest me on the rebound

It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G
You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me
So muthafuck what you's thinkin'
Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet

While your bullethole still be bleedin'
But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank
Why you lame, be actin' strange?
Boom to bangs, nigga insanes

Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure
Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa
Nigga, bow down and I'm outta your picture
Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller

We done muthafuck you
And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater
Street sweeper get your ass deceased

Warriors ride
Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder
Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride
bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder
Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind

Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya and I hits that quick
Nigga, what you saw
We [unverified] somebody [unverified]
With a pistol runnin' through [unverified]
And they call war, ready for the cause

Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them, [unverified] gotta break
Your face be on that table, ready for more
Y'all clone him and what if I got my peeps to flip in
And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up

And your luck get fucked up, ready me buck buck buck
I'm still runnin' from feds, [unverified] all the disrespect
But I won't get cut and love, uh, uh
What it makes you want my [unverified] yes, some are [unverified]

Thinkin' me bloody get with the [unverified]
And roll but I had gun before you knows
Don't roll and I gotta go and face it
So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll

Aw, shit
Nowhere to run, here come judgement day
Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh, huh
I'm off in the midst and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your [unverified]

Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life
I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?
Come and roll with this number 1 nigga in my 500 Benz
You know I got ends to spend, top ten [unverified]

Count dividends and I'm rollin' still real
Attitude like, ''Nigga, what?''
And me mo thug souljah boy like all of 'em niggas
Mo Thug employ in my city

Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?
It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately
Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe
And outta the way

And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'
It's all about perfect timin', feel me
It's about perfect timin', hear me
What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this
These playa haters got me pissed, bitch

But let me get my gauge
Leatherface, go get your mask
We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas
Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' the number 1 assassin

Warriors ride
(Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)
(Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride
(Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)
(Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind

Oh, gotta say, fuck all, y'all, all y'all
Wasteland warriors, we stressed
We stressed, we stressed
War corruptin' my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin' my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin' my mind

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Fantastic Four - Lyrics - Dj Clue

Title: Fantastic Four
Artist: Dj Clue
Composer(s): Cam'Ron Giles, Kenneth Ifill, Victor Santiago, Ernesto Shaw, Tony Romeo, C Rios

Lyric:
You never hear that we buckle
Beef? we chuckle
Scuffle over a game of pinochle
Anything up on my money, man, I gotta see double
Unless you want trouble
Oh, you realer now?
I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecile
Crack the hen rock style, give me the foul
Girls grope then I smile
That's when they fall cause they met my balls
Right after I played ball
No wash-up, no nothin'. hear what I say y'all?
O.k. y'all. ask aj y'all
I'll turn the baddest bitch gay y'all
Like stacy, damn, she was eatin' tracy's ass
At this other lady's pad
To get it on I had to call up desert storm
My cut-throats scar y'all, while you hope the don fall
But I'll come inside the tunnel, nigga, wit pope john paul
Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep two bones and two phones in each rover
We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin
Peace to lorey actins, but I get buck wild like corey jackson
Playin' is called off, cause y'all about to get hauled off
Y'all all soft from smokin nicholi nigga, like volkof
Know what I mean yo? notice the cream grow
I fiend though, I'll come fuck up your whole town like el nino
I'm the hottest nigga you've seen though
Jumpin outta lex coupe
With jimmy jones right next to me in the benz truck too

Fuck all y'all non-believers
I roll wit god, the squad and ts
Out wit the b.s
We platinum, they even doubted jesus
Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders all in the crown
Talk of the town
Soakin' you down wit the toast 'til you drown
Ghost you and put your corpse in force that'll open the ground
Save the jokes for the clowns
I'm on a serious tip
You keep playin' and I get furious quick
And now I take you for a walk in the ghetto
Even spark your metal and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I used to have to pack a mack in the back of the acura
Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
It's like that but don't think I won't counter act
My niggas is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back
I'm swift with the mack, quicker than kung fu
With the reflexes of a cat and the speed of a mongoose

?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit
?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit
?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit
?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit

Now it's a symphony
Without me on it, it ain't a symphony
My crew shit on cats without tiffany
N-o-r-e, I just lace the heat
I don't complain about the track, give me any beat
I get hed in the wip on any street
I fuck wit clue, other cats is snakes
I've been fuckin' with clue since he made 60 minute tapes
We copped mad bottles and crushed many grapes
We from the hood and they from the hood
The difference is we get plaques, they go double wood
Took the game right over at the time they could
Them niggas silly though, knowin' nore lay pretty low
But them niggas ishomos like the maxwell video
I got 2 albums and 2 cars
Now bitches on my dick cause of chico debarge
Thugged out's 1st lady (let's go half on a lady)
Ya motherfuckers ain't live, don't control the streets
I sold 163 thousandon my 1st week
That means I got more fans than you
Bigger plans than you
We buy real coke, your grams is blue
Ai yo, the president is like me, he smoke weed too
Don't really like to fuck, he just get hed too
Stick a broom in your butt, tell you, go head boo
Thugged out motherfuckers like the rest of the crew
Canibus, cam'ron and punisher too
And the beats are usually done by duro and clue

Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible
Techniques are foreign
Far from being borin'
My style is hard like cancer without mccorman
I run threw your crew like the flu when I bomb it
My styles like aids cause don't nobody want it
Niggas frontin' like they hard
But I'm a street fighter like jean claude
And I'll split your shit, god
Right down the middle
Play you like a riddle
I got a fetish for titties, I nibble on the nipple
Then trespass on your property like monopoly
Subdue your crew and beat that ass properly
Welcome to the desert storm annual extravaganza
Clue rolls deeper than the cart-rides on bonanza
I feed off weed, natural energy sources
Lyrics with more power than the horses they put in porches
Can't be tested or f'ed wit
I'm too reckless
I chop off heads just to take the necklace
The type of canibus that's side effectless
The type of shit that get the question-mark man arrested
Take evasive action
Flip like reciprocal fractions
Turn the heat up on mcs to watch their meat blacken
You try get fly, you get electrified and fried
Fuck around and get your mouth slapped dry
You could battle me and possibly survive
But you could never see me and walk away without a black eye
Word up hop, clueminat call the cops
And if the cops ain't tryin' to see me, then the cops call swat
Scar your whole squad with bullet scars
No holds barred
I'll even hassle the national guard
Ready or not like the fugees
Crews be steppin' to me
But I wipe em' all out like booty
I'm so unruly, the police don't say nothin' to me
It don't matter whether they on or off duty
I murder you brutally when I spit at you
My actions are unforgivable
Look at what clueminati did to you
The maximum lyrical
Nigga you minimal
There's a big hole in the desert, I told the men in blue to dig for you ??
Motherfucker clueminati 98'

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