It Is Well With My Soul - Lyrics - Underdog - Audio Adrenaline

Title: It Is Well With My Soul
Album: Underdog
Artist: Audio Adrenaline
Composer(s): Bob Herdman, Mark Stuart, Will Mcginnis, Tyler David Burkum

Lyric:
Alright
Alright
Alright

When peace like a river attended my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll, yeah
Whatever my Lord, Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul, yeah

My sin, oh the joy of this glorious thought
My sin not in part but the whole, yeah
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh my soul

It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well
With my soul

And Lord haste the day
When my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trump shall resound and
And the Lord shall descend
Even so it is well with my soul

It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well
With my soul

It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well
With my soul

In a soul, it is well
Praise the Lord, it is well
In a soul, it is well
Praise the Lord, oh my soul

It is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well
With my soul

When peace like a river
Peace like a river
Peace with my soul
With my soul, with my soul
All is well With my soul
It is well with my soul

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It Is Well With My Soul - Lyrics - Dwight Yoakam

Title: It Is Well With My Soul
Artist: Dwight Yoakam
Composer(s): P. P. Bliss, H. G. Spafford, Dwight (Arr.) Yoakam

Lyric:
When peace like a river
Attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows, roll

Whatever my lot
Thou has taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul

It is well, it is well with my soul
With my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul

My sin, oh, the bliss
Of this glorious thought
My sin, not in part but the whole

Is nailed to the cross
And I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord
Oh, my soul

It is well, it is well with my soul
With my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul

And Lord, haste the day
When the faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll

The trump shall resound
And the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul

It is well, it is well with my soul
With my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul

It is well, it is well with my soul
With my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul

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It Is Well - Lyrics - Rebecca St. James

Title: It Is Well
Artist: Rebecca St. James
Composer(s): Matthew Bronleewe, Rebecca St. James

Lyric:
When peace like a river attended my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say
Even so, it is well with my soul

It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul

And Lord haste the day
When my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll

The trump shall resound
And the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul

It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul

Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say
Even so, it is well with my soul

It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul

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Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well - Lyrics - Haughty Melodic - Mike Doughty

Title: Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well
Album: Haughty Melodic
Artist: Mike Doughty
Composer(s): Mike Doughty, Dan Wilson

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Lyric:
That Cuban girl that brought me low
She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now
Her mouth was wide and sweet as well
And now relentless hours of dreaming up her smell

I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well

Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down, beat it

Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to

Oh all the days that I have run
I sought to lose that cloud that?s blacking out the sun
My train will come, some one day soon
And when it comes I?ll ride it bound from night to noon

I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well

Aimless days, uncool ways of decathecting
Painless phase, blacked out thoughts, you'll be rejecting

Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down, beat it

Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to

Let's get down to business now

I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well, beat it

Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down, beat it

Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to

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The Way It Is - Lyrics - Brave - Jennifer Lopez

Title: The Way It Is
Album: Brave
Artist: Jennifer Lopez
Composer(s): Peter W. Keusch, Jennifer Lopez, Michelle Lynn Bell, Rhonda N Robinson

Lyric:
It always feels like love to me
In the beginning
My mind is just a mirror of the way
My heart wants it to be

I hope to see everything in his eyes
?Cause that's where it starts with the truth and the lies
And I cannot hide my emotions
You cannot hide your intentions from me

Don't you think what I'm saying is
That's just the way it is, that's just the way it is
Not everything is what you say it is
That's just the way it is, the way it is, the way it is

And everything you do to me, it?ll be done to you
And everything I put you through, well then I'll go through
But I'm willing to take that chance
But this type of romance is special, baby

I always look for love to be so exciting
But you can't force it, I'ma find it
In reality chemistry is everything

Don't you think what I'm saying is
That's just the way it is, that's just the way it is
Not everything is what you say it is
That's just the way it is, the way it is, the way it is

Don't you think what I'm saying is
That's just the way it is, that's just the way it is
Not everything is what you say it is
That's just the way it is, the way it is, the way it is

What your perception is of our connection is
Simply perfection and it?s the same thing
If you're accepting it then I'm accepting it
Simply perfection and it?s just the same thing

Don't you think what I'm saying is
That's just the way it is, that's just the way it is
Not everything is what you say it is
That's just the way it is, the way it is, the way it is

Don't you think what I'm saying is
That's just the way it is, that's just the way it is
Not everything is what you say it is
That's just the way it is, the way it is, the way it is

Don't you think what I'm saying is
That's just the way it is, that's just the way it is
Not everything is what you say it is
That's just the way it is, the way it is, the way it is

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House And The Rising Son - Lyrics - House Of Pain - House Of Pain

Title: House And The Rising Son
Album: House Of Pain
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Jason Vasquez, Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant

Lyric:
I rock the ill shit, you know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback

I go off my head, you know I shave my shit
And you don't quit, I say you don't quit
'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get well done
Just like a steak, gimme a break

Like Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The house of pain

Is kickin' up dirt and therefore inside the jam
Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
Feelin' on the skin, I'm knockin' on your door
Honey let me in

'Cause I'm down with the freak mo baby
I'm at my sexual peak, young lady
Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doolah
Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler

Just like a nun from a catholic school
I'll make you drool, and play the fool
Snatch you by the ears, smack you up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt, and then sip my beer

Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
Everlast is my name, I'm from the house of pain
You know that I never play the punk role
'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the Jeda
You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies
Bitin' on my shit, I have to say haybee

Son'll be rockin' until tomorrow
'Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the bottle
'Cause I get recked like if I crashed my auto

I'll play it, I'll win it, I've done it, I did it
Some say I'm kiddin' but right at this minute
I'll freak it, I'll funk it and like a country bumpkin
From Albuquerque, who's gonna carve the turkey?

Ready, serve, entertain like Merv
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a perv
The dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello

The freakin' who's speakin', freaks it every weekend
'Cause I'll be trick or treatin', I used to drive a Lincoln
Drivin', speedin', hey Rid, I'm readin'
I make more money than that kid Alex Keaton

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess hall
And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub
Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do?

I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And take you for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have you weepin' like a willow
I tax that butt, wax that ass
Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

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House And The Rising Sun - Lyrics - House Of Pain

Title: House And The Rising Sun
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Jason Vasquez, Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant

Lyric:
I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback
I go off my head, you know I shave my shit
And ya don't quit, I say you don't quit

'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get well done
Just like a steak, gimme a break like Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The House Of Pain is kickin' up dirt and if we're inside the jam
Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
Feelin' on the skin, I'm knockin' on your door honey let me in
'Cause I'm down with the freak mo baby
I'm at my sexual peak, young lady

Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie
Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler
Just like a nun from a catholic school
I'll make ya drool, and play the fool
Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt and then sip my beer
Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
Everlast is my name, I'm from the House Of Pain
You know that I never play the punk role
'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the Jedi
You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies
Bitin' on my shit, I have to say hay bee
Son will be rockin' until tomorrow
'Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the bottle
'Cause I get recked like if I crashed my auto

I'll play it, I'll win it, I've done it, I did it
Some say I'm kiddin' but right at this minute
I'll freak it, I'll funk it and like a country bumpkin
From Albuquerque who's gonna carve the turkey
Ready, serve, entertain like Merv
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a prev

The Dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello
The freakin' who's speakin' freaks it every weekend
'Cause I'll be trick or treatin' I used to drive a Lincoln
Drivin', speedin', hey Rid, I'm readin'
I make more money than that kid Alex Keaton

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess hall
And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub
Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do?

I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And take ya for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have ya weepin' like a willow
I tax that but, wax that ass
Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is

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What Is A Juggalo? - Lyrics - The Great Milenko - Insane Clown Posse

Title: What Is A Juggalo?
Album: The Great Milenko
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E. Clark, Joseph W Utsler, Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
What is a juggalo?
Let me think for a second, well
Oh, he gets butt-naked
And then he walks through the streets
Winking at the freaks
With a two-liter stuck in his butt-cheeks

What is a juggalo?
He just don't care
He might try to put a weave
In his nut hair
'Cuz he could give a fuck less
What a bitch thinks
He tell her that her butt stinks
And all that

What is a juggalo?
He drinks like a fish
And then he starts huggin' people
Like a drunk bitch
Next thing, he's pickin' fights
With his best friends
Then he starts with the huggin' again
Fuck!

What is a juggalo?
A fucking lunatic
Somebody with a rope tied to his dick
Then he jumps out a ten-story window
Oh

What is a juggalo?
A juggalo
That's what it is
Well, fuck, if I know
What is a juggalo?
I don't know
But I'm down with the clown
And I'm down for life, yo

What is a juggalo?
A juggalo
That's what it is
Well, fuck, if I know
What is a juggalo?
I don't know
But I'm down with the clown
And I'm down for life, yo

Southwest?
(We juggalos)
Down river?
(We juggalos)
Jefferson?
(We juggalos)
Fuckin' everybody
(We juggalos)

I'm that juggalugga locoroni
Get the fuck up
Get the fuck the out of here

What is a juggalo?
A dead body
Well, he ain't really dead, but he ain't like
Anybody that you've ever met before
He'll eat monopoly and shit out connect four

What is a jug?
What the fuck? Connect four?
Man that shit is whack
Don't worry about my shit
Just rap motherfucker

What is a juggalo?
He ain't a bitchboy
He'll walk through the hills
And beat down a rich boy
Walks right in the house
When you're having supper
And dip his nuts in your soup, gloop

What is a juggalo?
Well, he ain't a phoney
He'll walk up and bust a nut in your Macaroni
And watch you sit there
And finish up the last bit
'Cuz your a stupid ass dumb fuckin' idiot

What is a juggalo?
He's a graduate
He graduated from, well
At least, he got a job
He's not a dump puts
He works for himself scratching his nuts

What is a juggalo?
A Hulkamaniac
He powerbombs motherfuckers into thumbtacks
People like him 'til they find out he's unstable
He Sabu'd your momma through a coffee table

What is a juggalo?
A juggalo
That's what it is
Well, fuck, if I know
What is a juggalo?
I don't know
But I'm down with the clown
And I'm down for life, yo

I'm that juggalugga locoroni
Get the fuck up
Get the fuck the out of here
I'm that juggalugga locoroni
I figured you wouldn't understand

What is a juggalo?
A juggalo
That's what it is
Well, fuck, if I know
What is a juggalo?
I don't know
But I'm down with the clown
And I'm down for life, yo

What is a juggalo?
A juggalo
That's what it is
Well, fuck, if I know
What is a juggalo?
I don't know
But I'm down with the clown
And I'm down for life, yo

What is a juggalo?
A juggalo
That's what it is
Well, fuck, if I know
What is a juggalo?
I don't know
But I'm down with the clown
And I'm down for life, yo

What is a juggalo?
A juggalo
That's what it is
Well, fuck, if I know
What is a juggalo?
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know
What is a juggalo?

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How Sweet It Is - Lyrics - James Taylor

Title: How Sweet It Is
Artist: James Taylor
Composer(s): Lamont Herbert Dozier, Brian Holland, Eddie Holland

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Lyric:
How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet it is to be loved by you

For I needed the shelter of someones arms
Darlin', there you were
When I needed someone to understand my ups and my downs
Oh, baby, there you were

With sweet love and devotion
Deeply touching my emotion
I just can't stop, just to thank you, baby
I just want to stop, just to thank you, baby, yes I do

How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet it is to be loved by you

Well I'm gonna close my eyes at night now
Wondering where would I be without you in my life
And everything I was into which was just a bore
And everywhere I went I'd think I've been here before

But you brighten up for me all of my days
With a love so sweet in so many ways
I want to stop just to thank you, baby
I just want to stop just to thank you, baby, thank you baby

How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet it is to be loved by you

You were better to me than I was to myself
For me, there's you, baby, there ain't nobody else
I gotta stop so I can thank you, baby
I just want to stop like to thank you baby, yeah now

How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet it is to be loved by you
Let's bring it on now

Well I just gotta stop and thank you, baby get down
And I think so strong, the feeling's so right
Stop and thank you, baby, baby
Love thing, love thing
Love thing, love thing
Gotta stop and thank you, baby

I say well now, well now, well now
Well now, well now, well now
Well now, well now, well now
Well now, well now, well now baby
To be loved be you

It's like a honey to the bee, baby
Sugar to the sugarcane
Jelly to the don't love
It's like a walk to a lonely man
Over and over

To be loved, to be loved, to be truly, truly loved
To be loved, to be loved, to be truly, truly loved
To be loved, to be loved, to be truly, truly loved
To be loved, to be loved, to be truly, truly loved
To be loved, to be loved, to be truly, truly loved, yeah

How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet it is

And it feels just about right
Feels alright tonight
To be loved by you

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Tonight'S The Night - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Tonight'S The Night
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): A Banks, Anne Jennifer Dudley, Malcolm Mclaren, Dedrick D'Mon Rolison

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Lyric:
Hey Squeak, what's up nigga
Hey, hey loan a nigga a thousand
A thousand, nigga, I ain't got no thousand
We can go get a thousand, we can go get a thousand?
Yeah, we can go get a thousand
We goin' to go get a thousand then
Fuck around and get two or three
We goin' to get it

I got my mind made up and it's on
I got to get it, well, let's get into it
Nigga, we on the grind, say what
Well, tonight is mine and tonight is mine

Big body Benzes Daytonas and rag 'Rarris
Killa Cali is the state and it's wild as the safari
We hustle cook keys claim B's and C's
And we attack like Pit Bulls and Rottweiller pedigrees
With a tech this connect nigga what you expect
Dub SCG tatooed on my neck
As I parlay you do what you do I do what the dollar say
I'm a street nigga punk my pistol smoke like Doc Holiday

And I sell everythang homie now tell me what you want
You got to have this caviar fool so don't say you don't
Illegal or legit hit after hit I keep ya head bobbin'
In all black like Batman give it to me or I'm robbin'
Now what you gone do hand over the goods or do I take 'em
Now do you keep little busta niggas in ya camp or do ya shake 'em
It's Mack 10 once again in ya ear like a diamond
And while the street lights is shinin' all through the night I keep grindin'

I got my mind made up and it's on
I got to get it, well, let's get into it
Nigga, we on the grind, say what
Well, tonight is mine and tonight is mine

I got my mind made up and it's on
I got to get it, well, let's get into it
Nigga, we on the grind, say what
Well, tonight is mine and tonight is mine

Back the fuck up 'foe I act the fuck up
Keep makin' big heads 'til they stack the fuck up
I need major scrill that's real it don't stop until then
Now watch this OG ghetto survillian check a million
Quick fast got to have it man so I use muscle
Straight timin' dedication dog and all about hustle

I hit ya like boom bam don't ya know who I am
I got this shit by the bird half O-Z or the gram
But never ever let a nigga owe you that don't know you
And don't trust no fuckin' bitch but get one that's down foe you
Late night to early morn' it's on in the war zone
Man, life's a gamble dog if you crap out you gone

I got my mind made up and it's on
I got to get it, well, let's get into it
Nigga, we on the grind, say what
Well, tonight is mine and tonight is mine

I got my mind made up and it's on
I got to get it, well, let's get into it
Nigga, we on the grind, say what
Well, tonight is mine and tonight is mine

Yeah once again the undefeated dub SCG
Mack 10, Squeak are you slappin' you bitch niggas
On the ass for being the busters you present yourself to be
That's right

I got my mind made up and it's on
I got to get it, well, let's get into it
Nigga, we on the grind, say what
Well, tonight is mine and tonight is mine

I got my mind made up and it's on
I got to get it, well, let's get into it
Nigga, we on the grind, say what
Well, tonight is mine and tonight is mine

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40 - It Is What It Is - Lyrics - Tha Hall of Game - E

Title: 40 - It Is What It Is
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E
Composer(s): Earl Thomas Stevens, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
It is what it is
It is what it is

You try compromisin', nope, they don't wanna talk
And they got them nuts that's off that Acapulco powdered chalk
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched
Well, where he stay at then, he stay by such and such

Well, since we got altercations with these so called knuckleheads
We gon' play for dooms and I assume
We get radar on fool in dem livin' rooms
Bet, motherfucker ain't fin' ta be runnin' around here drippin' sweat

Havin' hot flashes and shit
Over these fulla bitch-made and a half-ass dicks
You ripped? Let's take it to 'em sick
Hit all they spots at once, pour it on 'em thick

Who got the suey chops? They in my folks garage
Well where he at? He at the Travel Lodge, beep that nigga
Tell him to get here right now quick now it's gon' be some shit
Tell him to bring enough ammunition to blow up a ship

Bullshit ain't nothin' this here been goin' on just a little bit too long
Plus I got a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein' 'em get grown
Get straight to the root of the problem
Get rid of the source that's what what, get rid of the big cheese

And the majority of these niggaz gon' back the fuck up
Somebody gon' mind somethin', time to validate my respection
Hit the corner dumpin', in the big-ass [unverified] station wagon
Catch them bitch-ass, that's what I told my driver man

While I was tryin' to get him to get in a position so that I could open fire
Fuck a ski mask, unpolished fish grease
Let the fully blast
May he rest in piss Miss smash up outta there

I brought them boys, but I shoulda brought it like a concert
Fool's still alive, John Murell [unverified] Trauma Center, Concord
Shoulda doused him, shouldn'ta never found him
Shoulda handled biz, but for now, it is what it is

It is what it is
It is what it is
It is what it is

Aight, ay dude, this all I wanna know
What's wrong with this sad to be glad-ass niggas?
Don't they know that fools is laced with assassin skills?
Kill at will, gonna put your hat on the rack for a cool mill?

(Aww, it's gon' get done)
But now the heat has been spared
How we gon' get him out of intensive care
And put him under the wing of a pall-bear?

One of my potnahs got a plug on some silencers, he knows some agents
He used dem [unverified] [unverified] shot on several different occasions
What that mean his family gon' boo-hoo when I smash that card
Better stay on a nigga brain give a fuck about a die-hard

I know this one botch with a big-ass crotch by the name of Connie
She works in ICU and she dates this nigga named Mitchski Ronnie
Have nab him at the hospital, that'll work
Paid a nurse to pull the plug on the life support

Risky business but it's organized class and the shit sound sharp
But if we fuck around and make it look too obvious
The broad might her lose her job
Tough luck that shit no better than fuckin' for me now

I gots no toilet paper feelings for her anyhow
The shit is crampin' my livin' style, floatin' from telly to telly
Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by federal
I'm guessin' fool musta passed away, tragic losses

On the wall they got my picture at the post office
After travellin' bouncin' back and forth to different states
They finally caught me up in Kansas City
At a barbecue spot called Gates

Do the crime do the time, it ain't for no bitch
And as long as a nigga twerkin' in the kitchen, he ain't trippin'
I'll be up in that bitch makin' spreads, drinkin' Pruno
Cocoa and coffee Cadillacs, jumpin' jacks

Takin' flicks, shootin' kites, makin' wishes
Fuck around and get mad on the strength of conjugal visits
Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee [unverified]
Keep my shank close by me when I'm sleepy

Shouldn'ta caught me, shouldn'ta never found me
Shoulda handled biz, but it's too late, it is what it is

It is what it is
It is what it is
It is what it is

Oh, ohh I see
It is what it was, and what it was is just what's been taught
Handle biz when it's to be done, and I mean rip you dig?
'Cause ain't no sense in savin' leftovers
That's yesterday's thing, roll with the right now
And everything gon' be is, what it is

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I Get It - Lyrics - Don't Look Away - Kate Voegele

Title: I Get It
Album: Don't Look Away
Artist: Kate Voegele
Composer(s): Kate Voegele, Peter Zizzo

Lyric:
I couldn't make this up
I have been outdone by my own kind
I always traded up, yeah
Now I'm a victim for the first time

But I'm unaffected and indifferent
But I can't pretend that I'm not over the edge

Well, well, baby, what do you know
You turned the tables on me, didn't you?
And my, my, my, it only serves me right
Now I get it, I get it, this is how hurt feels
And it's everything they say it is

I was untouchable
Until karma crashed my party
I found out I'm crushable, oh
And I'm the only one who's sorry, yeah

I don't get rejected, I was somehow regressed
It's unprecedented, oh, no second page, yeah

Well, well, baby, what do you know
You turned the tables on me, didn't you?
My, my, my, it only serves me right
Now I get it, I get it, this is how hurt feels
And it's everything they say it is, yeah
This is how hurt feels and it's everything

Well, no, no, no, don't you go
I do all the breakin' up around here, yeah
Now, no, no, no, don't steal my show
You should be the one cryin' these tears
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well, well, baby, what do you know
You turned the tables on me, didn't you?
My, my, my, it only serves me right
Now I get it, this is how hurt feels
And it's everything

Well, well, baby, what do you know
You turned the tables on me, didn't you?
Well, my, my, my, it only serves me right
Now I get it, I get it, this is how hurt feels
And it's everything they say it is

I get it, I get it, this is how hurt feels
And it's everything they say it is
And it's everything they say it is
And it's everything they say it is
Yeah, now, oh yeah
And it's everything

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Tell It Like It Is - Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

Title: Tell It Like It Is
Album: Release Therapy
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chris Bridges, Sidney Brown

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Lyric:
Daddy is that your car on TV?
You better believe it is baby, now go in the other room
It's 'bout to be some grown folks talkin' here, okay?
All right

Yeah, things ain't always what they seem or cracked up to be
Like all these fakin' ass rappers in this industry
Talkin' 'bout what they got and they ain't got a damn thang
How you own three cars but you don't own your own name?

Get your business right, boys, the first class is in session
Get a entertainment lawyer in the music profession
Start up your own company, trademark the name
That's gon' run ya about a grand, so start savin' your change

Open a bank account quick and then follow these steps
Sign yourself to yourself and start signin' ya own checks
Hit the booth and start recordin' at the speed and need
Whatever gets your juices flowin', could be speed or weed

Get it mixed and mastered, pressed up and plastered
Sell it to your whole hood out the trunk, ya bastard
Show all the non-believers what you destined to be
And in just a couple years, you could be rich like me

But I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

See mostly all your favorite artists got some serious problems
And money could be the problem but money can't solve 'em
Some get addicted to drugs and flat out lazy
Some taste a little fame and go flat out crazy

I'm close 'cause those close wanna live off my fame
And that type of shit alone'll drive a nigga insane
Not to mention all the vultures, the scandalous promoters
Crabs'll try to sue you, magazines will misquote ya

Most of these label heads, they don't care nothin' about ya
If you stop sellin' records, they'll act like they don't know ya
It's hard mixin' business with pleasure, so don't play
Me and my crew argue and fight like every other day

Rappers ain't above the law but our life is so fast
That we got a special Task Force of police on our ass
All that and this is really just the start of it
Hip hop, you really wanna be a part of it?

I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
Man, this biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
I'ma give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

What's worse than havin' no money is havin' it and losin' it
What's worse than havin' some money is grabbin' and abusin' it
We never took no money from Chingy, thought I was cool with him
I wish his ass well but I don't want nothin' to do with him

Some don't own they publishin', me, I never fool with 'em
I'm down for my artists, try my best to stay true to 'em
'Cause outside my label, competition is irrelevant
Unless I'm still in competition with my president

And believe that I'm supportin' the Hova
'Cause the industry's shady, it needs to be 'Taken Over'
But the first rule to accumulation of wealth
Is don't trust nobody but your goddamn self

I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
Man, this biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
I'ma give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

I said, I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
I'ma give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

Daddy, are you finished this grown folk talk?
Yeah, baby, you can come back in here
Come give Daddy a kiss, you know I love you, right?
And I love you always

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52s - Tell It Like It T-I-Is - Lyrics - B

Title: 52s - Tell It Like It T-I-Is
Artist: B
Composer(s): Keith Strickland, Frederick Schneider, Catherine Pierson

Lyric:
Doin' it right, day and night
Doin' it right, day and night
Doin' it right, day and night
Yeah, tell it, tell it, tell it like it T I is

I gotta feel it, you gotta move it
You gotta move it, move it, move it
To the deep, deep rhythm
Tell it, tell it, tell it like it T I is

Seems like things are gettin' so bad
That you can smell it
Yeah, so open those eyes and get the real picture
It's time to tell it

I wanna talk, baby
I wanna say something
I've got to tell it like it
T I I I I is

Tell it, tell it, tell it, like it T I is
Tell it, tell it, tell it, like it T I is
Tell it, tell it, tell it, like it T I is
Tell it, tell it, tell it, like it T I is

Tell it, tell it, tell it, tell it
I've got to tell it, tell it
I want to tell it, tell it

You got me talkin'
I wanna say something
Got me talkin'
I wanna say somethin', yeah

If you're lookin' for a movin' sidewalk
Dreamin' 'bout a monorail to take you away
Well, the day is now and here's the biz
You better get the real picture, tell it like it T I is

I'm spinnin' to the rhythm of the earth and the ocean
See the situation, oh, what a sight

I wanna talk, baby
I wanna say somethin'
I've got to tell it like it is
T I I I I is

Tell it, tell it, tell it, like it T I is
Tell it, tell it, tell it, like it T I is
Tell it, tell it, tell it, like it T I is
Tell it, tell it, tell it, like it T I T I is

Don't upset the balance of your nature
Make the jump when the coast is clear
Don't upset the balance of your nature
Reach the level above your fears

Can you feel the movement
Or hear the untamed melody?
Tell it like it is and was
And always should be, yeah

Like it is and was and always should be
Is and was and always should be
Is and was and always should be
Is and was and always should be

Tell it, tell it, tell it, tell it
I've got to tell it, tell it
I wanna tell it, tell it

You got me talkin'
I wanna say something'
Got me talkin'
I wanna say somethin'

Tell it, tell it, tell it

Like it T I is
Like it T I is

Tell it, tell it, tell it

You gotta tell it, tell it, tell it like it T I is
Tell it, tell it, tell it
Tell it, tell it, tell it like it T I is
Tell it, tell it, tell it

Tell it, tell it, tell it like it T I is

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It'S A Man'S World - Lyrics - AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted - Ice Cube

Title: It'S A Man'S World
Album: AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): James Brown, O'Shea Jackson, Anthony Wheaton

Lyric:
Women, they're good for nothing, no, maybe one thing
To serve, needs to my ding-a-ling
I'm a man who loves the one night stand
'Cause after I do ya, I never knew ya

'Cause to kick it, man, it gives me the fits
They wanna lay with they nose under your armpits
Ice Cube won't wait so give it up, cow
After we do it, you can go home, now
I'm a brother with a big long

First of all, let me tell you my name, it's Yo-Yo
When down on a girl first, the fist and that's a no-no
Yo-Yo thinks the kitchen sink should be thrown in
Niggas be scheming and fiending to stick the bone in

No, Yo-Yo's not a hoe or a whore
And if that's what you're here for
Exit through the door, there's more
To see of me but you're blind so
Women like me are fading brothers in the 9-0

Ay, what up buttercupper Miss Yo-Yo?
I know you like to rap and like to flow so
But when it comes to hip-hop, this is a man's world
Stay down and play the playground, you little girl

What you're saying? I don't consider it as rapping
'Cause you're on rewind and I'm the new what's happening
It never fails, I'll always get respect
And you lose so take a rain check

Hell no, 'cause you know that I'm first and you're second
If it wasn't for me, you probably be pregnant
And barefoot complaining that your back is aching
Shaking and faking, while I'm bringing home the bacon

Well, you're mistaken, it's not going that far
I make brothers like you, play the back yard
You used to flow with the title but I took it
Bring home the bacon but find another hoe to cook it

Damn it, look it, 'cause you're talking a lot of bull
Well, I'm not your puppet so don't even try to pull
This is a man's world, thank you very much
But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

Miss Yo-Yo so what gives?
I hear females always talkin' about women's lib
Well, get your own crib and stay there
Instead of having more babies for the welfare

'Cause if you don't, I'll label you a Gold Digger
The name is Ice Cube, you know that I ain't the nigga
For you to look at when your hair get nappy
So take a piece of the pole and be happy

Hell no, because to me you're not a thriller
You come in the room with your three inch killer
Thinking you can do damage to my backbone
Leave your child in the yard until it's full grown

I'ma put it like this, my man
Without us your hand would be your best friend
So give us credit like you know you should
If I don't look good, you don't look good

I doubt it, baby, 'cause we're still most dominant
But you don't know how funky that I can get
This is a man's world, thank you very much
But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

Man, women, I put a lot of fear in 'em
'Cause I had it up to here with 'em, drink a beer with 'em
No way, 'cause I can only deal with 'em about an hour every day
Yeah, if you know what I mean, baby

Well, I guess, now that I think about it, I think maybe
If you was more of a man instead of faking it
Women deserve the credit when they're making it
Yeah so what's the problem?

Well, I think we solved it
I know, they know the best male from who's doggin' it
Yeah, I admit you can flow, well, that's true
But you see, I'm a pro with the banks too

Yeah, I can see you got it good, oh, that I know
But you see you're not better than Yo-Yo
The brand new intelligent black lady
You're kinda dope but you still can't fade me

So what up then? Girl, what you tryin' to do?
To prove a black woman like me can bring the funk through
This is a man's world, thank you very much
But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch or a big butt

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

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Tha Block Is Hot - Lyrics - Tha Block Is Hot - Lil' Wayne

Title: Tha Block Is Hot
Album: Tha Block Is Hot
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Christopher Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what?

Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my glock cocked, runnin' this thing, ya understand?
We be steamin', blazin' nines, pumps and K's and
Holly Grove 17th, tha hood where I was raised in
(What, what, what?)

Niggaz bustin' heads and runnin', duckin' Feds and
Rocks under they tongues and ki's under they beds and
Hood fulla real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers
Ehh, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward

No respect from no stunt and no money without power
We keepin' niggaz hotter, eww, nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and Blaka at every hour
Some niggaz like that powder, foldin' up what they drain

Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins
(Oh)
From the home of that 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live from Tha Block, it's Lil' Wayne
(Who it is?)

Nigga you got that llello?
Well, cook something nigga
Nigga, you let them K's go?
Well, bust somethin', nigga

Are you duckin' that law?
You better run from 'em, nigga
Are you playin' with that raw?
Well, won't you front somethin', nigga?

Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha

See, where I'm from we keep our guns out
Dodgin' cops and burnin' blocks so we be thugged out
It's time to floss, bring the big bodies on dubs out
And they got quarters, halfs and birds in that one house
(I got it)

(I got it)
It's all good in the hood but a lot illegal
Soon as you get it, hot skirt, there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Miss Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch

This everyday, at the spot where niggaz murder off top, boy
It's the spot where they got Fire Girls and Hot, Boys
We don't know what be goin' 'cause we so blunted from trees
And we'll be round ya all day til we '400 Degreez'

And you see where niggaz go, nobody be on the pulpit
They got a nigga got on a scarf, he flippin' out off that raw
Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure, your door is locked
(Beep, beep)
'Cause this ain't nuttin' proper 'cause tha block, is just hot

Nigga you got that llello?
Well, cook something nigga
Nigga, you let them K's go?
Well, bust somethin', nigga

Are you duckin' that law?
You better run from 'em, nigga
Are you playin' with that raw?
Well, won't you front somethin', nigga?

Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha

See, watch your step on my set, gotta walk like, talk like
We done shot out all the street lights
So you can't see who we be like
And we like to dress in all black up in my residence

Ain't got on no suits 'cause we ain't tryin' to be Presidents
And ever since the coke drought, niggaz been on a trip y'all
So you better watch what y'all playin wit
'Cause a nigga will try to flip y'all

They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug
Hah, catch your breath, now shh, catch a slug
It's street smarts, plenty niggaz that keep spots
When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts

Callin' weak shots, you could come try to cheap talk
We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn
Go all out for that cake, won't hesitate to kill a man
Run in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam
Tie 'em up, put 'em in the vans then put a gat in his jaws
Tch, one move blow his cactuses off

Nigga you got that llello?
Well, cook something nigga
Nigga, you let them K's go?
Well, bust somethin', nigga

Are you duckin' that law?
You better run from 'em, nigga
Are you playin' with that raw?
Well, won't you front somethin', nigga?

Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha

Whoot! Some people call me 'cause tha block is hot
Shk-a-blaow! Bust ya guns 'cause tha block is hot
Nigga chsh, cook it up 'cause tha block is hot
Say, look Daddy, just hook it up 'cause tha block is hot

Nigga, whoot! Some people call me 'cause tha block is hot
Shk-a-blaow! Bust ya guns 'cause tha block is hot
Nigga chsh, cook it up 'cause tha block is hot
Say, look Daddy, just hook it up 'cause tha block is hot

Nigga, my block hot, nigga, my block burn
My block on fire, nigga, what about yours?
Nigga, my block hot, nigga, my block burn
My block on fire, nigga, what about yours?
The block is hot, ha ha ha ha

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Doin' It Again (Remix) - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: Doin' It Again (Remix)
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Paul Morley, Gary Langan, Trevor Horn, Jonathon Jeczalik, L. Tareau, Anne Dudley

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Lyric:
Uh he huh, remix that joint, word up
We had to remix that joint, smooth it out
Uh he huh, yeah, no doubt, doin' it, yeah
Yeah, uh uh doin' it, woo
Feeling is strong, uh doin' it
Yeah uh, yeah, it's me and Jimmy

I'm in the mood for something wild and obscene
I hear dat, I'm gettin' tired of the same ol' routine
I need some drama, oh, here I come L, tattoos and dim lights
Black young niggette want you's to get it right

Huh, that's all I need, we got two mouths to feed
You talkin' about some love to the six indeed, so uhh
Lay back and let'cha Daddy do it
A real mack stay on track, he got the run, right through it

Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn

Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn

I slowed it down 'cause we was amplifore
Halfway, all the way, now ya gettin'
Raw to the ****, sick wit' it
Ain't to proud to beg, boy, that's why I had to hit it, uhh

I'm in the zone gettin' bedrooms props
I'm talkin' outside scenarios, Ac's and parking lots
Word, you goin' there, can back seats and wild treats
Daddy do his thing, it's part of my mystique

I'm havin' visions on sunsets and waterfalls
Your hands are in the air, you're up against the wall
What you lookin' for? Point it out
Promise I'ma get it, send it to me, right away rule, wanna hit it

Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn

Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn

I need that new Benz, you in it, testin' my limits
Laid back, cut, now I twist some lyrics
Sharin' cream like it's love, I'm ready now
What you say when I put it on, you lovely girl

You can never hesitate to do your thang, true
Although you come from Queens, I'ma treat you like a king
Where you from? Brooklyn
Honey-coated, in front of genius, gettin' ****** in the 'lacs

Tell me why you never wanna see your ex again?
Hey Lover, you separate the Boyz from the Men, that's a fact
It's well known why you lick your lips
Yeah, blowin' bubbles in blup-blup-blup

You makin' me wonder if doin' it's everything it seems
You make me shiver, standing up in ya straight and then I lean
Tell me here, I love it when ya way up in my mix
Everything is butter in the 9-to-the-6

Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn

Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn

Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn

Uh ha ha, oh man, y'nuhmean
Big Rochon, Baby Chris, LeShaun
Rock on, LL Season baby

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The Block Is Hot - Lyrics - Lil' Wayne

Title: The Block Is Hot
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Christopher Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what?

Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my glock cocked, runnin' this thing, ya understand?
We be steamin', blazin' nines, pumps and K's and
Holly Grove 17th, tha hood where I was raised in
(What, what, what?)

Niggaz bustin' heads and runnin', duckin' Feds and
Rocks under they tongues and ki's under they beds and
Hood fulla real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers
Ehh, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward

No respect from no stunt and no money without power
We keepin' niggaz hotter, eww, nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and Blaka at every hour
Some niggaz like that powder, foldin' up what they drain

Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins
(Oh)
From the home of that 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live from Tha Block, it's Lil' Wayne
(Who it is?)

Nigga you got that llello?
Well, cook something nigga
Nigga, you let them K's go?
Well, bust somethin', nigga

Are you duckin' that law?
You better run from 'em, nigga
Are you playin' with that raw?
Well, won't you front somethin', nigga?

Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha

See, where I'm from we keep our guns out
Dodgin' cops and burnin' blocks so we be thugged out
It's time to floss, bring the big bodies on dubs out
And they got quarters, halfs and birds in that one house
(I got it)

(I got it)
It's all good in the hood but a lot illegal
Soon as you get it, hot skirt, there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Miss Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch

This everyday, at the spot where niggaz murder off top, boy
It's the spot where they got Fire Girls and Hot, Boys
We don't know what be goin' 'cause we so blunted from trees
And we'll be round ya all day til we '400 Degreez'

And you see where niggaz go, nobody be on the pulpit
They got a nigga got on a scarf, he flippin' out off that raw
Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure, your door is locked
(Beep, beep)
'Cause this ain't nuttin' proper 'cause tha block, is just hot

Nigga you got that llello?
Well, cook something nigga
Nigga, you let them K's go?
Well, bust somethin', nigga

Are you duckin' that law?
You better run from 'em, nigga
Are you playin' with that raw?
Well, won't you front somethin', nigga?

Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha

See, watch your step on my set, gotta walk like, talk like
We done shot out all the street lights
So you can't see who we be like
And we like to dress in all black up in my residence

Ain't got on no suits 'cause we ain't tryin' to be Presidents
And ever since the coke drought, niggaz been on a trip y'all
So you better watch what y'all playin wit
'Cause a nigga will try to flip y'all

They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug
Hah, catch your breath, now shh, catch a slug
It's street smarts, plenty niggaz that keep spots
When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts

Callin' weak shots, you could come try to cheap talk
We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn
Go all out for that cake, won't hesitate to kill a man
Run in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam
Tie 'em up, put 'em in the vans then put a gat in his jaws
Tch, one move blow his cactuses off

Nigga you got that llello?
Well, cook something nigga
Nigga, you let them K's go?
Well, bust somethin', nigga

Are you duckin' that law?
You better run from 'em, nigga
Are you playin' with that raw?
Well, won't you front somethin', nigga?

Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha

Whoot! Some people call me 'cause tha block is hot
Shk-a-blaow! Bust ya guns 'cause tha block is hot
Nigga chsh, cook it up 'cause tha block is hot
Say, look Daddy, just hook it up 'cause tha block is hot

Nigga, whoot! Some people call me 'cause tha block is hot
Shk-a-blaow! Bust ya guns 'cause tha block is hot
Nigga chsh, cook it up 'cause tha block is hot
Say, look Daddy, just hook it up 'cause tha block is hot

Nigga, my block hot, nigga, my block burn
My block on fire, nigga, what about yours?
Nigga, my block hot, nigga, my block burn
My block on fire, nigga, what about yours?
The block is hot, ha ha ha ha

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