For The Record - Lyrics - Neon Nights - Dannii Minogue

Title: For The Record
Album: Neon Nights
Artist: Dannii Minogue
Composer(s): Dannii Minogue, Henrik Korpi, Mathias Johansson, Karen Ann Poole

Lyric:
I follow you around
It's like I?m trippin?
I don?t know why I do

It?s just a thirst
And I?m drunk on the addiction
It tastes so good and ooh

I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I can?t find the words
I?m tongue tied and it?s getting worse
So let me spit it out 'cos you should know

Just for the record, I dig you
Just for the record, I?m after you, you
Just for the record, it?s me who?s
Gonna track your body down
Let me catch you, you, you, you

It?s in the chase and I?m good
But if you said yes
I wouldn't know what to do

I get so close
Then my damn body freezes
Let me try again, ooh

I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I can?t find the words
I?m tongue tied, so bad it hurts
So let me spit it out 'cos you should know

Just for the record, I dig you
Just for the record, I?m after you, you
Just for the record, it?s me who?s
Gonna track your body down
Let me catch you, you, you, you

Just for the record, I dig you
Just for the record, I?m after you, you
Just for the record, it?s me who?s
Gonna track your body down
Let me catch you, you, you, you

I follow you around
It's like I?m trippin?
I don?t know why I do

It?s just a thirst
And I?m drunk on the addiction
It tastes so good and, ooh

I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I can?t find the words
I?m tongue tied and it?s getting worse
Oh, God

Just for the record, I dig you
Just for the record, I?m after you, you
Just for the record, it?s me who?s
Gonna track your body down
Let me catch you, you, you, you

Ooh, ah, ooh, oh, ah
Ooh, ah, ooh, oh, ah

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Just For The Record - Lyrics - Jordin Sparks - Jordin Sparks

Title: Just For The Record
Album: Jordin Sparks
Artist: Jordin Sparks
Composer(s): Espen Lind, Johnta M Austin, Amund Bjorklund, Mikkel Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen

Lyric:
I can't help myself and I don't wanna be with nobody else
I don't wanna leave my baby's side and I don't wanna kiss another guy
I'll pass any test 'cause nothing in this world or in the next
Could make me second guess, could make me change my mind
Could make me not protect what I'm feeling inside

Because I'm smart enough to know that this is a good thing
Please believe it, please believe it
And I'm smart enough to stay right where I belong
And I'm faithful enough to know that this is meant to be
And if it's not, then don't speak, don't ruin it, let me dream

Hear me, hear me, this is for my baby
There will never be another, there's so many ways I love you
And that's just for the record, babe

I need you, need you, I can't wait to see you
I so love when we're together, can't nobody do it better
And that's just for the record, babe

I can't be perfect, no one is flawless but rest in mind
'Cause I'll be there through the good and the bad and the ugly and worse
So if it's something that you're lacking, go and tell me first

'Cause I'm smart enough to know that this is a good thing, yeah
Smart enough to stay right where I belong, oh no, no, no
And I'm faithful enough to know that this is meant to be
And if it's not, then don't speak, don't ruin it, let me dream

Hear me, hear me, this is for my baby
There will never be another, there's so many ways I love you
And that's just for the record, babe

I need you, need you, I can't wait to see you
I so love when we're together, can't nobody do it better
And that's just for the record, babe

So if there's any way to cheat
Don't tell me 'cause I don't wanna know
And if there's any way to leave
Don't tell me 'cause I don't wanna go

I don't wanna go to sleep 'cause I don't wanna miss you
This is team and I love my position
Lead me anywhere, I'll go with you there
I'll go with you there

Hear me, hear me, this is for my baby
There will never be another, there's so many ways I love you
And that's just for the record, babe

I need you, need you, I can't wait to see you
I so love when we're together, can't nobody do it better
And that's just for the record, babe

Hear me, hear me, this is for my baby
There will never be another, there's so many ways I love you
And that's just for the record, babe

I need you, need you, I can't wait to see you
I so love when we're together, can't nobody do it better
And that's just for the record, babe

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Just For The Record - Lyrics - Marillion

Title: Just For The Record
Artist: Marillion
Composer(s): Derek Dick, Mark Kelly, Peter Trewavas, Stephen Rotherey, Ian Mosley

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Lyric:
Many's the time I've been thinkin' about changing my ways
But when it gets right down to it, it's the same drunken haze
I'm serving a sentence to write life's sentences
It's only when I'm out of it I make sense of this

But just for the record I'm gonna put it down, down, down, down
Just for the record I'm gonna change my life around

Just a revolutionary with a pseudonym
Just a barroom dancer on my final fling
Just another writer payin' off my dues
Just findin' inspiration, well that's my excuse

Just for the record I'm gonna put it down
(Down, down, down)
Just for the record, I'm gonna change my life around

Just another empty gesture with an empty glass
Just a comic actor behind a tragic mask

But I've got no discipline, got no self control
Just a little less painful here when my back's against the wall

It's too late, I found, it's too far, I'm in two minds
Both of them are out of it at the bar

Tu ru tu tu tu tu
When you say, I got a problem that's a certainty
But I can put it all down to eccentricity
It's just for the record, it's just a passin' phase
Just for the record, I can stop any day

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Sing For The Moment - Lyrics - The Eminem Show - Eminem

Title: Sing For The Moment
Album: The Eminem Show
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall B Mathers, Jeffrey Irwin Bass, Steven Tyler

Lyric:
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearin'
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearin'
To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'
Alone in his own zone cold and he don't care
He's a problem child what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
'Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants two rags and a stockin' cap
His step father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose this house is a broken home
There's no control he just lets his emotions go
(C'mon)

Sing with me
(Sing)
Sing for the year
(Sing)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear
(C'mon)
Sing with me just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Entertainment is danger intertwine it with gangsters
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy only have one homey
Only this gun lonely 'cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker they can be great
Or they can be great or even worse they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you attorney's all gonna turn it to
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
You need to spew don't hesitate to produce air guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me off these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen to me religiously
So I'm signin' cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace this shit doesn't make sense, Pete
It's all political if my music is literal and I'm a criminal
How the fuck can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too Guerrera that was a fist that hit you

Sing with me
(Sing)
Sing for the year
(Sing)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear
(C'mon)
Sing with me just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one 'cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers of course this shit's affectin' our sales
You ignoramus but music is reflection of self
We just explain it and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night wishin' they die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we seize the moment and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

Sing with me
(Sing)
Sing for the year
(Sing)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear
(C'mon)
Sing with me just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Sing with me
(Sing)
Sing for the year
(Sing)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear
(C'mon)
Sing with me just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

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The Love - Lyrics - The Love Movement - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: The Love
Album: The Love Movement
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Douglas L. Davis, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Freddie Hubbard, Ali Shahe Jones-Muhammad, Mc Ricky D Shaheed Muhammad, Malik Taylor

Lyric:
So many people, right now
Motivated to do shit, bullshit
Over some bullshit ass reasons
But we 'bout to put it inside of a love perspective like

Love it, we do it all for the love, y'all
Yeah, we do it all for the love, y'all
Weither white, black, Spanish, ain't a thug y'all
We do it, we give it all for the love, y'all

We just givin' it all for the love, y'all
We do it, we do it, all for the love, y'all
We in the party, put your hands up, yeah
Y'all, we do it all for the love, y'all
We do it, we do it

Love gettin' down and I love a cool breeze
Love seein' checks from record companies
Love lovin' love 'cause I love what I do
And we do our thing for the one nine two

And the rest of the country, 'cause we from there too
Makin' sure love is givin' when I get it from you
Everybody, we regulate the party and shit
Love it when I get a little rugged wit' it

Love the circumstance to make my dough flow right
Love rockin' mics plus the ill style nights
She does it real good but love'll make it mo' better
Got me kind of open in the DK sweater

Love when my peoples come home from jail bids
Really love women and I really love kids
Love tight clubs where the music just bang
Camp-ass with gas women or shorty got bangs
Lovin' it, yo yo, I'm lovin' it

Love a women when she got a tight outfit
Outfit meaning outlook and disposition
You love it when a nigga cause a love composition
Love peanut butter and jelly on wheat

Wylin' out, makin' hot shit to hot beats
From Ohio to Poughkeepsie
From Phoenix to NC, from Cali to DC

Love it when the pressure falls right on me
Love it when God keeps on overlookin'
Do a tight show, so promoters keep bookin'

We do it all for the love, y'all
Yeah, we do it all for the love, y'all
We get the paper but it's still for the love, y'all
From the heart inside of the heart, y'all

We do it, we do it all for the love, y'all
For real, for the love, for the love, y'all
All my peoples in the ghettos, for the love, y'all
All my peoples all around, for the love, y'all
For the love, love

For my crew's bomb, where my peoples still at
If they call me and I don't call back
For weeks at a time, love is still intact
Let's be big about it, and realize the fact

Love it, when the underdog comes through
Ghetto revalizer, overthrow these rules
Love it, when I get spared another day
Used to drink zay while my nigga weighed yay

Love it, when I gain control over this
Life is really bigger than the Rolly on my wrist
Got a twist to this shit and the answer's inside
Sho as the world's small and the Missisipi's wide

Had to rock a vest over unchoosed fest
Now I see people rockin' theirs in jets
Love it when my loved one really hold me down
Brand new flight and I'm takin' off ground

We do it all for the love, y'all
Check it out, we do it all for the love, y'all
For the love, for the love, for the love, y'all
We get the paper but it's still for the love, y'all

Yo, we do it all for the love, y'all
For everybody, for the love for the love, y'all
Weither white, black, Spanish, ain't a thug, y'all
Yeah, we givin' y'all this shit, the love, y'all
Just the love inside of the heart, y'all

Yeah, for the love for the love, y'all
Yeah, for the love for the love, y'all
Yeah, for the love for the love, y'all
Yeah, for the love for the love, y'all

Yeah, for the love for the love, y'all
Yeah, for the love for the love, y'all
Yeah, for the love for the love, y'all
Yeah, for the love for the love, y'all

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Lick Shots - Lyrics - Styles

Title: Lick Shots
Artist: Styles
Composer(s): J Hood, D Styles, K Dean, S Jacobs, J Philips

Lyric:
Lick a shot for the predicate felons and gangster niggas
That know that doing their time is better than tellin'
Don't tell Dog, lick a shot for the graveyard shift
And all the hustlers on ninety-five for the graveyard prick
Lick a shot for this weed I need, just to see clear
To tell the truth I can't breathe a ki, lick a shot for the stick up
Kids that twist up wigs thats the shit that happens
When you pick up bids, lick a shot for the foreign car

American trucks old timers that'll throw a stack of presidents up
Got dice shooter slang, need a pistol to hang
But the P understand 'cause the ghetto is fucked
Lick a shot for the fiends that got to go see the minors
On the block to get medicined up, lick a shot for the
Sake of licking a shot and every time I'm far away
From home I'll be missing my block, D-Block nigga

Lick shots for the hood
Yeah nigga we good
Lick shots for the poor
We still gotta run from the law
Lick shots for the rich
I-95 moving them bricks
Lick shots for the crew
My niggas'll ride and I ride too

Someone lick a shot for D-Block 'cause that's what I'm on
Lick a shot for the niggas that ain't survive the storm
Lick a shot for all my niggas on the run
And lick a shot for all my real niggas that got bodies on they gun
Lick a shot for my niggas 'cause I know they'll do the same
For my niggas that run through the flames and walk through the rain
Lick a shot for all the niggas growing up in the slums
Blowing they spliffs with they razor blades under they tongue

Lick a shot for all my niggas that be banging they hammers
Sticking up stores, taking the tape out the video cameras
Lick a shot at all y'all haters whether smaller or bigger
Lick a shot 'cause Hood ain't never been scared to pull a trigger
Lick a shot for all my niggas that be pumping they crills
When the beef start cooking they be bustin' they steel
Lick a shot 'cause I ain't scared to and lick a shot 'cause
I'm prepared to crack a buckle with the matching hair due

Lick shots for the hood
Yeah nigga we good
Lick shots for the poor
We still gotta run from the law
Lick shots for the rich
I-95 moving them bricks
Lick shots for the crew
My niggas'll ride and I ride too

I lick shots for my niggas in jail, 23 hours in the hole
On life parole my jack mack niggas, octopus wildin'
Closest food they ever gettin to is city island
I lick shots for COS that hit niggas off for weed
And don't care if you bleed just mind they business
And go the other way for the right price they could

Get you the yay, I lick shots for my thug ass niggas
That'll put something in you, from they car and hit your face
Through the diner menu, your body get numb
You swallow your tongue cough up blood, that's the work I do
What I lick shots for my niggas thats not on tour and gotta
Hustle to eat its the motherfuckin' way of the streets, pay attention

Lick shots for the hood
Yeah, nigga we good
Lick shots for the poor
We still gotta run from the law
Lick shots for the rich
I-95 moving them bricks
Lick shots for the crew
My niggas'll ride and I ride too

Lick shots for the little babies in the projects
Running around unsupervised with sharp objects
Lick shots for papi that give you the yay half price
And niggas that ain't ever been heard but they mad nice
Nobody tell when I squeeze at your men
Lick shots when your diesels at ten, I'ma see you again
Lick shots 'cause my record is clean
Middle of the street, broad day lettin' it scream

If I'm lucky they'll squirt through your back and after that I'll make sure
I lick shots for the purple and yack, lick shots just to guard your grill
To my nigga T and Green and my uncle and Arthur Kill
Lick shots for the S-L 6, Cherry Red with them chrome things
On it with the X-L lips, lick shots for the niggas who got shot
And ain't here, they say life goes on but it ain't fair

Lick shots for the hood
Yeah nigga we good
Lick shots for the poor
We still gotta run from the law
Lick shots for the rich
I-95 moving them bricks
Lick shots for the crew
My niggas'll ride and I ride too

Lick shots for the hood
Yeah nigga we good
Lick shots for the poor
We still gotta run from the law
Lick shots for the rich

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Ghetto Thang - Lyrics - 3 Feet High And Rising - De La Soul

Title: Ghetto Thang
Album: 3 Feet High And Rising
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Paul Huston

Lyric:
Mary had a little lamb, that's a fib
She had two twins though an' one crib
Now she's only fourteen, what a start
But this effect is ground common in these parts

Now life in this world can be such a bitch
An' dreams are often torn an' shattered an' hard to stitch
Negative, the attitude that runs the show
When the stage is the G H E T T O

Which is the one to blame when bullets blow?
Either Peter, Jane or John or Joe
But Joe can't shoot a gun, he's always drunk
An' Peter's pimpin' Jane an' John a punk

Infested are the halls also the brains
Daddy's broken down from ghetto pains
Mommy's flyin' high, the truth is shown
The kids are all alone
'Cause it's just the ghetto thang

It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word

Who ranks the baddest brother? The ones who rule
This title is sought by the coolest fool
Define coolest fool? Easy, the one who needs
Attention in the largest span an' loves to lead

Always found at the jams but never dance
Just provoke violence due to one glance
The future plays no matter, just the present flow
When the greetin' place is the G H E T T O

Lies are pointed strong into your skull
Deep within your brain, against the wall
To hide or just erase a glowin' note
Of how to use the ghetto as a scapegoat

Truth from Trugoy's mouth is here to scar
Those who blame the G for all bizarre
So open up your vents an' record well
For this is where we stand for the true tell

Ghetto gained a ghetto name from ghetto ways
Now there could be some ghetto games an' ghetto play
If ghetto thang can have its way in ghetto range
Then there must be some ghetto love an' ghetto change

Though confident, they keep it kept, we know for fact
They lie like ghettos form 'cause people lack
To see that they must all get out the ghetto hold
The truth they never told
'Cause it's just the ghetto thang

It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word

Do people really wish when they blow
Out the cake candles? An' if so
Is it for the sunken truth which could arise
From out the characters in which the ghetto hides?

Roses in the ring supply their shown relief
Granted it's planted by their shown belief
Kill an' feed off your own brother, man
Has quickly been adopted as the master plan

Posses of our people has yet to provoke
Freedom or death to them is just a joke
What causes this defect? I don't know
Maybe it's the G H E T T O

It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word

Standin' in the rain is nothin' felt
When problems hold more value but never dealt with
Buildings crumblin' to the ground
Impact noise is solid sound

But who's the one to say this life is wrong
When ghetto life is chosen strong
We seem to be misled about our dreams
'Coz dreams ain't what it seems
When it's just the ghetto thang

It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word

It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
Word, word, word, word

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Pray For Me - Lyrics - Infamy - Mobb Deep

Title: Pray For Me
Album: Infamy
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Cynthia Loving, C Stone, Albert Johnson

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Lyric:
Pray for me, pray for me
Pray for me, pray for me
Pray for me, just pray for me
It's over nigga

Living life with all this thuggness
Destruction, this violence, my projects
I'm a rep to the fullness and you know it

I'm always gon' be infamous
Until the day they lay me down to rest
When I'm in this world, just pray for me

The invicible, infamous Mobb Deep, nigga, fuck you
If you touch one of my dunns, I'll buck you
You ain't got nuts enough to come through
And get back at my niggas for them gun wounds

You a punk bitch ass nigga, you soft duke
I'm a young rich ass nigga who love to
Show you how a nigga get his lights blew
Teach you the mystery God and murk you

Burry you, motherfuckers in the cement
Miss a post of that nigga in the precent
Shoulda known my niggas, don't play with stunts
Shoulda shot back but you got your dome cut

While we party with the pretty little cutties
You'll be fertilizing dirt for new trees
Fucking with the mobbsters out in Q.B
Nigga, you get hung for that shit that your mouth speak
Bitch ass nigga

Just pray for me when I'm out in the world
Just pray for me and if you down for whatever
You'll wait for me, I got these cowards out tryin'
To lay for me and they making me

So just pray for me and I can see it in their eyes
They're afraid of me, homeboy, I ain't the one
You mistaken me while you ratting and snaking me
They making me, so just pray for me

We them niggas that pull them things out
Niggas talk too much, need to shut mouth
A lose lip will sink a niggas ship for real
Then act all suprise when they get killed

Got two fellonies but take a chance still
My life comes first, fuck a record deal
Move that crowd, direct with steel
For a medicine when niggas act ill

The H A V, the O, the C
Be easy on the way that you approach me
Didn't see it coming but he got his plug pulled
That chicks shiesty don't go by what looks good

We in the ear, trust she heard that
Why you loving him, all my niggas tap that
Fake gangstas, I can see right through them
'Cross that line and get your life ruined

Life with all this thuggness
Destruction, this violence, my projects
I'm a rep to the fullness and you know it

I'm always gon' be infamous
Until the day they lay me down to rest
When I'm in this world, just pray for me

Just pray for me when I'm out in the world
Just pray for me and if you down for whatever
You'll wait for me, I got these cowards out tryin'
To lay for me and they making me

So just pray for me and I can see it in their eyes
They're afraid of me, homeboy, I ain't the one
You mistaken me while you ratting and snaking me
They making me, so just pray for me

When I'm out in the world, just pray for me
And if you down for whatever, you'll wait for me
I got these cowards out tryin' to lay for me
They making me, so just pray for me

And I can see it in your eyes, you're afraid of me
Homeboy, I ain't the one you mistaken me
While you ratting and think your snaking me
They're making me, so just pray for me

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Love Me - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Love Me
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Marshall Mathers, Steve King, Obie Trice, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
You don't see me in the hood
It's 'cause I'm doing this man

Niggas, I'm still grinding
(Yeah)
I'm still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights

Only the light's mine and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writing more
And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this
(For sure)

And I can't let y'all derail me man
I got young Kobe, homie, you gotta let go of Obie
'Cause Obie be back
(Ain't goin' nowhere man)

We got them craps going on and that yak going on
Soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin'
It's whateva, put that on the chedda man
But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Lovine time

Chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out
This is it my nigga, this what we boast about
Now I'm here so shut your motherfuckin' mouth
And show me love bitch

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
(I don't love you bitch)
I wanna hold you in the morning
(Ha)
Hold you through the night
(Ha ha ha)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
(We wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns)
I wanna hold you in the morning
(We wanna love money)
Hold you through the night
(Ha, we don't wanna love bitches though)

There's a certain mystique when I speak
That you notice that's sorta unique
'Cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep
And I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat

You can't sit still, it's like tryin' to smoke crack
And go to sleep, I'm strapped
Just knowing any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped

I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry
It ain't even money, you can't pay me enough
For you to play me, it's cockamamie

You just ain't Zane enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clocks cuckoo
I got screws loose, yeah, the whole 'Kit and Kaboodle'
I'm just brutal, it's no rumor, I'm numero-uno, assume it

There's no humor in it no more, you know
I'm rollin' with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You better love me bitch

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning
Hold you through the night
(And all the bitches say)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning
Hold you through the night

My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name
If it ain't about the flow
It's about the stones and the chain
If I was you, I'd love me too

I roll like a bus, 9-11 pulse same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gonna front, I thought R-Kelly was tha shit
Then we find out he fucking round with bow wow bitch
Niggas eatin' popcorn, right, rewinding the tape

Now shorty momma in the precinct hollerin' rape
I'm convinced man something really wrong with these hoes
I thought Lil' Kim was hot then she start fucking with her nose
(Goddamn)

Used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD that didn't have no beats
(Uh, huh)
That boy D'Angelo he determined not to fail

That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell
My back shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charlie B'more to deep throat

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning
(I love the burners, the monies, the bunnies)
Hold you through the night
(I just wanna hold you)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning
(I just wanna love you)
Hold you through the night
(Yeah)

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I Love You - Lyrics - My Life - Mary J Blige

Title: I Love You
Album: My Life
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Carl Thompson, Mary J Blige, Duane Burress, Sean Combs, Percy Jackson, Isaac Hayes, Darryl Howard

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Lyric:
All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

When I found out that you were leaving me
I couldn't sleep thinking about
All the things that we've been through
Now all that I want to do is tell you that I miss you so much

All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

Now that I'm on my own
I know that in time I'll find somebody new
So I'll go all alone without you but I still love you
You know I'll never live without you

All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

I wish you'd change your ways soon enough
So we can be together
You just don't understand good enough
But now all we have is memories

All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

Memories we shared
No one else could compare
Oh, I miss you, I miss you, oh I miss you

All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you
...

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Still Got Love For You - Lyrics - Beanie Sigel

Title: Still Got Love For You
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Justin Gregory Smith, Shawn Carter, Isaac Hayes, Dwight Grant, Gerrill Gaddiss

Lyric:
For the record y'all, uh, huh
I know you hear me
For the record y'all

Dynasty, album, track sixteen, listeners fret
I can't take back that sixteen
The truth spoke, I gotta give the world true quotes
Can you feel it? I know the truth hurts
They say, "How can he disrespect his pop with harsh curses?"
Simple, harsh life, harsh verses

"I can't believe the mouth of this", he said, "Put his mouth on his"
I know we gotta talk bout that, I know you salt bout that
You on the tip like I don't like you
I got four kids, three baby mothers, I'm just like you
Sometimes I wanted to just fight you, shit
Swing on you, think I'm playin' man, I'm just like you

I was a kid with a puzzle with missing pieces
Tryin' to put it together, Dawg, you put it together
You made me have to foot through the weather
In the storm with no raincoat, I don't only speak on me
I speak upon the kids in the same boat
Ridi' the same water, same situation', same fatherless daughter

I hate you, that's in your mind, don't get caught up in the rhyme
You think I dissed you now, that I don't miss you now
Don't be a hater now, be glad I made it now
I know, I probably rubbed you the wrong way
But what the song say, for the record, check it

Still got love for you, though you left me in the cold
To face this world alone and make it on my own
I still got love for you but I just can't fight the pain
It's so hard not to hate, you grow up in a way

Listen, that was my hurt in my heart talkin', along with the truth
I would thirst often as a youth 'cause of you the person
Moms nursin' self esteem issues
Round the house it's hard to find a clean tissue, minus her tears
To rewind this time, I promise I minused my years
To the day to take the pain away
Seemed sunny outside, always rained on Jay

Pop you my umbrella, come help your son with the weather
Soon we come together like man and man and build
Play space, cards face up, I've come to deal
In order to get right we gotta deal with this wrong
And the pain I felt all my life you feel in the song
Your lack of warmth left a chill in the morn'
Your lack of love, left me loveless and I'm of your breath

I'm your mind body and soul, your heart, your flesh
Your alcohol, your smoke, in results I'm a mess
Dad, still I love you no less Dad
Hope you didn't think success would make me less mad
But not mad, just dissapointed we wasted years
I swear to God, may You take me away from here
If you taught me anything

The one thing you taught me is to face my fears, coward
How could you let me grow without you?
Grind in this rap game, take dough without you?
Wear my Pro Keds close to the sole, without you?
Family pictures pose without you, why? Why shouldn't I be mad?

Monster's parents seperated, Monster had his dad
These parents had they problems, he still came to the pad
He bought 'em new bikes, imagine what that felt like
Used to have to butt my head to go to sleep at night
You did me wrong but the love is strong, let's move on

Still got love for you, though you left me in the cold
To face this world alone and make it on my own
I still got love for you but I just can't fight the pain
It's so hard not to hate, you grow up in a way

Still got love for you, though you left me in the cold
To face this world alone and make it on my own
I still got love for you but I just can't fight the pain
It's so hard not to hate, you grow up in a way

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Shinin' Star - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Shinin' Star
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): D Murphy, F Mizell, L Mizell, L Dechalus, W Dixon, R Mizell

Lyric:
Yeah yeah, uhh, uh-huh
Brand Nubian, yeah yeah, check it

You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are

Uhh, now it started it off for me in apartment 6C
Project style, ate government cheese for a while
Pop Duke wasn't there 'cos he had to do a bid
So momma love stuck with these bad ass kids
She used to say, "Keep your head up, always think positive
And never be ashamed of who you are or where you live
Teenage years I had to struggle doing that"

Shorty say, "Don't talk to him, girlfriend, look where he live at
Crib probably crawlin' with roaches and rats
Plus cats be in his hallways with the drugs and the gats"
I used to try and honeys used to walk on by
Now I'm damn near 20 and still ain't got no ride
Caught a record deal, now them same old chicks
That used to walk on by go out their way to say, hi
But they gets none that's why I'm with the same girl
From the same projects that I come from because

You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are
You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are

Well this is that time that you've waited for
Three linked from what was said to be extinct
You say, "Take my weed-smellin' ass home"
I'm grown more thirst than if I swallowed sand bags
Not fending enough to go out and grab bags from women
I swear if we don't hear this on the air I'll be down at the station
Your broadcast from Monday has now been switched to no day
With the class team that I'm with, we stay fit
Just like the calm before the twister hit

Brand Nubian name is gonna blister shit
We raise the flags in three places
Employ black faces from midnight blacks to light tan
Brand Nubian straight rate policy for the world
For your little man, for your little girl, from Cheryl to Earl
Watch how it all go down and unfurl
Mark this print, I feel like we've all been sent
It's more than gettin' money and gettin' bent
Word life, 'cos you're a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are

You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are

Brand Nubian cats spread
A four-letter word seldom heard amongst my nation
Understandings highest elevation, the foundation
Of creation of motivation, in my family there's no relation
They got us willing to be killing off our population, full-time occupation
We need to turn it around like oscillation
Or watch it all burn to the ground from frustration

Lord Jamar, I'ma show love to all my people who show
To me that's how it's gotta be peace to prodigy and Mobb Deep
God's working hard on the streets for the love of the peeps
Niggas bring their ass in the clubs every week
Walk right past the brothers and they can't speak
All hands meet to shake, for Pete's sake
Let's break the ice, life livin' love, love livin' life

You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are
You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are

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Record Company Pimpin' - Lyrics - War And Peace Vol. 2 (Peace) - Ice Cube

Title: Record Company Pimpin'
Album: War And Peace Vol. 2 (Peace)
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Stephen Anderson, Erick Sermon, T Gray, Parrish Smith, Roger Parker, Ralph E. Aikens, Tyrone Crum, O'Shea Jackson, Robert Jr. Neal, Clarence Satchell, Keith D. Harrison

Lyric:
Please listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo
Please listen to my demo

A nigga told me the record company's the pimp
The artist is the hoe, the stage is the corner
And the audience is the trip, goddamn

Incredible young nigga
You can't believe I'm just one nigga
Goddamn, I've gotten bigger, intellect superior
Walk in a room and make the whole interior inferior

If you look me in my eyes you might fuck around
And loose control of your mind, body and your soul
Grab a hold, undisputed on the microphone
What you think, if you wink, I'll make you itch think

Did you blink, did you ever drink your own brain matter?
Shotgun enema, this ain't no cinema
All praises due to the creator
For this man here, that can't no nigga stand near

True, inventor of the W
What you wanna do, I got the red and the blue
Show me one nigga dedicated to raps
I'll show you ten niggas dedicated to snaps

Record company death traps settin' decoys
Just to pimp young b-boys
With a cup full of yak, studio contact
Maniac with a contract

Well turn up the bass and the motherfuckin' treble
About to do a deal with the devil for my vocal level
Bullshit points, plus he want to rub it in
And take all my publishin', goddamn

Do I take it up the rectum just to rock the spectrum?
Give up a right arm, just to do a form?
Hell no, all you motherfuckers gon' leave this bitch limpin'
No more, record company pimpin'

No more, no more record company pimpin'
No more, no more record company pimpin'
No more, no more record company pimpin'
No more, no more, no more, no more

You ain't pimpin' me, uh uhh, uh uhh
I ain't pimpin' you, uh uhh, uh uhh
I just wanna be free, I just wanna be free
So what we gonna do? Can I holla at you, holla at you?

You ain't pimpin' me, please listen to my demo
I ain't pimpin' you, please listen to my demo
I just wanna be free, I just wanna be free
So what we gonna do? Can I holla at you, holla at you?

I'ma keep it simple
It went from ?Please listen to my demo?
To ?Get your ass out my limo?
Stretch presidential it's essential
'Cause the record company?ll have your ass in a rental

If you let 'em, you have to behead 'em
Contracts you never read 'em, CEO's you never met 'em
Sent to an attorney, Bernstein and Burney
Nigga, that's his lawyer, ain't got nothin' for ya

Treat ya like they employ ya, I'm a warrior
Bite you in the ass like a Georgetown Hoya
When they ignore ya calls, you got to hold your balls
Catch a motherfucker slippin' in bathroom stalls

And then you show 'em that you ain't a rookie
Let 'em know that you'd rather have
More points than more pussy, pimp turned bookie
Now how the fuck I get in so much debt, goddamn, we just met

He said, ?Welcome to the rap game?
Motherfucker be confused and broke
Before he know what?s happenin'
You can be the star and fuck women
I'ma just play ya back and keep pimpin'

No more, no more record company pimpin'
No more, no more record company pimpin'
No more, no more record company pimpin'
No more, no more, no more, no more

You ain't pimpin' me, please listen to my demo
I ain't pimpin' you, please listen to my demo
I just wanna be free, I just wanna be free
So what we gonna do? I got to holla at you, holla at you

You ain't pimpin' me, uh uhh, uh uhh
I ain't pimpin' you, uhn uhh, uh uhh
I just wanna be free, I just wanna be free
So what we gonna do? I got to holla at you, holla at you

It went from ?Please listen to my demo?
To ?Get your ass out my limo?
It went from ?Please listen to my demo?
To ?Get your ass out my limo?

It went from ?Please listen to my demo?
To ?Get your ass out my limo?
It went from ?Please listen to my demo?
To ?Get your ass out my limo?

Mamas, don't let your kids grow up to be rappers
Unless you tell them if they gonna get in this business
They better learn this business or they gon' get fucked
Simple as that, simple as that

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The Danger Zone - Lyrics - Sex Packets - Digital Underground

Title: The Danger Zone
Album: Sex Packets
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): George Clinton, Bernard Worrell, E Brooks, Bootsy Collins, G Jacobs

Lyric:
Listen while they're comin' man hurry up
With the party dog, shh, be quiet

Enter a new dimension, can't you feel the tension
Ever heard the word prevention, well, you really need to pay attention
You only need a little bit, so you want another hit?
Call emergency on the telephone, you're in the danger zone

"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"

You're in the zone, when you need another upper
You took a slip and goin' out like a sucker
Matter of fact, you're more than just slippin'
You're way beyond control, you're on a mission
You walk right through a wall, to get a twenty, a forty or an eight ball
And once you enter this area
There ain't nothin scarier, all I wanna say to ya

Is just back the Hell up
You need to go where they let you do your thing in a cup
And you take a diagnosis, you see your boy Shock G wrote this
To open up your mind, do you know who I am, deliverer of a rhyme
My job is to verbally slay suckers, like an Uzi spray motherfuckers
The underground is gonna get ya

Now pay attention you're about to enter
Into a new dimension, can't you feel the tension
I'm sure you heard the word prevention
So like I said pay attention, you only need a little bit
Ya still want another hit? Even if it's home grown
Yo, you're in the danger zone

"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"

"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"

On the corner, I see cocaine addicts
Givin static and about to go at it
And then you hear somebody holler
Who was it K? it was Dopefiend Carla
She was waitin' on a winner
That hoe, every night she has crack for dinner
But everybody's basin
Even the suckers who are runnin' this nation

Yes, I'm pullin' no punches
The government gets drugs in bunches
Shock G get the nine
But don't shoot until I finish my rhyme
This zone, makes suckers stop breathin'
Sweat bullets drop down to their knees and
Start beggin' for your pipe cause you're all in
Sometimes you can feel yourself fallin'

Into a new dimension, can't you feel the tension?
Don't let me forget to mention
The underground is puttin' their two cents in
What's the matter, feelin' blue? Does this record bother you?
If so, you need to leave it alone, you're in the danger zone

"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"

"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"

Caught a red light downtown
Freak was on the tip, 'cause my window was down
Stuck her head in the car, it was dopefiend carla
She said "Can you spare five dollars?", I said, "Hell no"
She said "I'm not asking for much"
I said bitch, I'd rather give a crippled crab a crutch

She said "why you wanna clown me"
I said "It's simple, I don't like fiends hangin' round me
Can't you see, that you got a disease?
You weight sixty six pounds, down from a hundred and three"
The light turned green and I was gone
She was livin' in the danger zone

It's a new dimension, can't you feel the tension
You recognize this sound, go on, just put the pipe down
What's the matter, feelin' blue? Does this record bother you?
If so you need to leave it alone, punk, you're in the danger zone

"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"

"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"

"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"

Uhh, I'm at the 9600 block of Macarthur, apartment a
That's a 10, 4, 419, uhh, backup for you is on
route to your location, ahh yes, victim I D
Young black female, uhh eighteen, she's pregnant
You, you, young black female, uhh, eighteen, she's pregnant

Apparent crack overdose I'm gonna need backup
Apparent crack overdose I'm gonna need backup
Apparent crack overdose I'm gonna need backup
Apparent crack overdose I'm gonna need backup
Nine eleven, nine eleven, nine eleven
Uhh, cancel that backup call, we've lost her

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Get A Hold - Lyrics - Beats, Rhymes And Life - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Get A Hold
Album: Beats, Rhymes And Life
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Kamal Ibn John Fareed, Ward Leslie Chandler, James Yancey, Edward A Mckendry

Lyric:
Drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting
Drifting, drifting, drifting
Drifting by, totally
Drifting by totally
(Just)
Drifting by, totally
(Just)

The deadly venom, let me start from the beginning
We always hittin', so yo, there'll be no extra innings
As I send the mic out the park like Reggie Jackson
You be the minor leaguer who sees no action
The coming attraction, what? The main feature
And I'ma greet ya, like a rhymin' ass creature
Lurking all up in the dark, unknown parts
The brotha well prepared is the brotha who will start
(Just)

And that's me Akki, as long as the ladies move they bodies
We'll have a four-on-two stand
'Cuz that happens to be the nature of man
Sexuality, it is the format baby
Ain't no ifs, no buts, no ands, or maybes
But I praise Lord in the worlds that's unseen
Respect me for that and let me do my thing
(Just)
I said, respect me for that and let me do my thing

(Drifting by)
You know we gotta get a hold
(Totally)
Over the illest drum rolls
(Totally drifting by)
(Just)

Yo, how you doin'? Let me give you an intro
My name's the Abstract, now let me give you some info
Got the diamond in the back, and the sunroof shit
That makes the hardcore MC's resort to being bitch
And I don't give a shit about being wild rich
Just make me comfortable and I'll deal with it
(Just)
Your lust for the riches make a nigga feel sick
Down to his zealots, upchuck and then spit

Denouncin' my beliefs, well then your wig get split
Lay your ego on the ground so that you'll benefit
You can take these words and relay it to your click
Take some time for your mind and get off them head trips
Don't try to play me, see my name is not dick
The Tribe is the crew that makes your mics get lit
Like the fourth of July on some firework shit
My record company be on some true jerk shit
But that's i-ight, now, I'm on some true work shit
And I'ma make it happen for my whole outfit
(Just)

(Drifting by)
You know we got to get control
(Totally)
Over the illest drum rolls
(Totally drifting by)
(Just)

A-yo, we just gettin' started, got to redirect this vision
Got the beauty of a flower, plus dimensions like a prism
Your minds are locked down like prison
Y'all really need to go lay down 'cuz positivity has risen
We hittin', yo bust how we too strong to be broken
Occasional malfunction pressure time we ain't jokin'
For security we on this run like Logan
Kamaal's doin the hustle and you backstage voguin

We all got flaws, don't ever try to think that you perfect
We all are human beings there's bullshit at the surface
Sometimes, I mean we rhyme , damn, we ain't prophets
And if you think so, you need to stop it
So jump back inside your shell
Let your million dollar thoughts propel but next man don't get jel
Playa hate that all carries weight that we don't need
We slim with disabilities and thick with possibilities

'Cuz then you can't move with fertility, navigatin' with good visibility
(Just)
We put these tunes out in record shop facilities
(Just)
Let's strive to get this constant money activity
(Just)
We try to stay on the scene like Fidel
So if you get enraged with these names it still rebels
There ain't no plan B's
Yo watch, we movin' through with plan A
Money market doin' things the right way

(Totally)
You know we got to get control
(Drifting by)
(Just)
Over the illest drum roll
(Totally drifting by)
(Just)
You know we got to get control
(Drifting by)
(Just)
Over the illest drum roll
(Totally drifting by)
(Just)
You know we got to get control
(Drifting by)
(Just)
Over the illest drum roll
(Totally drifting by)
(Just)

Yo bust it out section, section
(Totally)
(Just)
(Totally)
(Just)
Section Linden Boulevard
(Drifting by, drifting by)
Section on Merrick
(Totally)
(Just)
(Totally)
(Just)
Section the whole Jamaica
(Drifting by, drifting by)
Section on Flushing
Section in Bed-Stiduy

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Clap For The Wolfman - Lyrics - Guess Who

Title: Clap For The Wolfman
Artist: Guess Who
Composer(s): Bill Wallace, Burton Cummings, Kurt Winter

Lyric:
Clap for the Wolfman, he gon' rate your record high
Clap for the Wolfman, you gon' dig him till the day you die
Clap for the Wolfman, he gon' rate your record high
Clap for the Wolfman, you gon' dig him till the day you die

'Doo Ron Ron' and the 'Duke of Earl' they were friends of mine
I was on my moonlight drive
Snuggled in, said, "Baby just one kiss", she said, "No, no, no"
Romance ain't keepin' me alive

Said, "Hey babe, you wanna coo, coo, coo?", she said, "Ahh, ahh, ahh"
So I was left out in the cold
I said, "You're what I've been dreamin' of"
She said, "I don't want to know"

Clap for the Wolfman, he gon' rate your record high
Clap for the Wolfman, you gon' dig him till the day you die

Seventy-five or eighty miles an hour she hollered, "Slow, slow, slow"
Baby, I can stop right on a dime
Said, "Hey baby, gimme just one kiss", she said, "No, no, no"
But how was I to bide my time?

Said, "Hey babe, you wanna coo, coo, coo?", she said, "Ahh, ahh, ahh"
Said, "I'm about to overload"
I said, "You're what I been living for"
She said, "I don't want to know"

Clap for the Wolfman, he gon' rate your record high
Clap for the Wolfman, you gon' dig him till the day you die
Clap for the Wolfman, he gon' rate your record high
Clap for the Wolfman, you gon' dig him till the day you die

Clap for the Wolfman
Clap for the Wolfman
Clap for the Wolfman
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True Loyalty - Lyrics - The New Breed - 50 Cent

Title: True Loyalty
Album: The New Breed
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): C Jackson, L Banks, M Bernard, A Thelusma

Lyric:
Unh, yeah, I like the way this feel right here
Yo turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit, yeah

There ain't shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love
(Except loyalty and love, between thugs)
For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip
(For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga's kid)

For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do
I'm a thug, this my way I show, my love for you
(Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash)
For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass

(For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the weight
'Cause with a record like yours dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate)
Nigga for you, I kill a whole goddamn crew
(Why?)
'Cause I know you'd do the same thing too haha

I ride, you ride for me
My enemies your enemies
How could you not love
A thug like me?

Would you ride for me?
(You ain't even got to ask)
Would you die for me?
(Nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
Would you cry for me?
(Shit, when I die I don't cry for me)
(Just keep reppin' Southside for me)

Nigga, you ride for me?
(You ain't even got to ask)
Would you die for me?
(Nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
Would you cry for me?
(Shit, when I die I don't cry for me)
(Just keep reppin' Southside for me)

Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack
I'm the clip, you the gat
I'm the glock, you the mac
I'm the artist, you the trap

I'm a pen, you the pad
I'm the Dutch, you the bag
I'm the knife, you the stab
I'm the driver, you the Jag

I'm the ice, you the bezel
I'm grimy, you ghetto
I'm the bow, you the arrow
I'm the shell, you the barrel

I'm a pimp, you a player
I'm dope, you the hustler
I'm a nine, quiet me down
You the muffler

Would you ride for me?
(You ain't even got to ask)
Would you die for me?
(Nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
Would you cry for me?
(Shit, when I die I don't cry for me)
(Just keep reppin' Southside for me)

Nigga, you ride for me?
(You ain't even got to ask)
Would you die for me?
(Nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
Would you cry for me?
(Shit, when I die I don't cry for me)
(Just keep reppin' Southside for me)

You can catch me in public housing, wit' bundles of D
Or in the Santa Monica mountains, bundled up to ski
Since, time is money, I rhyme on the clock
And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox

You seen the ice, you know it's top notch
And when it comes to dice, I'm seeing' shorty to the shot box
Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top
And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop

When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow
When you grind, it's Show time at the Apollo
Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen
Well my flows like a ho that's sixteen

I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas
They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun bitches
But I'm ghetto, straight from the 'hood my nigga
If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger

I got so many minks, and so many leathers
The crib is surrounded by animal protesters
I'm a grown man, still livin' like I'm young
With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom

Here the cops come, task force van
Rock so much ice, I'm called Jack Frost man
And while we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash man
Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand

You want sixteen bars, in song format
Or sixteen cars on your mom's doormat, wha

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