Live It Up - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: Live It Up
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Trevor Smith, James Dewitt Yancey

Lyric:
Yea
Pick up the pace now
C'mon
Yea

This feel like that tight shit
That make you just go get the keys to your whip
And just bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
N'ah I mean
Go stop at the little spot
Get you a little bag of the lye
And just bounce, bounce

Yo, now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken
Spicy seasonin' was finger lickin'
Everythin' looks grand and I feel so good today
Jewels jinglin' below my belly
You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly
Four wheelin' with a fifth of henny
See now we whippin' and we dippin' through traffic
Like we don't give a fuck
Niggas follow how we bounce in the truck
Then we wylin' and we thuggin' a little
Yo we ain't wylin' much
A little mellow from the spark of the Dutch
Down shift, throw it in the fifth gear with my foot on the clutch
Speed ballin', like we all in a rush
While we switch a couple of lanes
Flick my little hazard light on
Better pull over and get on the lawn
Yo, move the barricade, and let my niggas park on the block
Make a grand entry up in the spot
You know we only here to take all of the food out the pot
It's only right cause niggas know we be takin' they slack

Now let's get high
(Get high)
And let's get drunk
(Get drunk)
You feel that bounce
(That bounce)
Then turn it up
(Turn it up now)
You light your L
And blaze it up
(Hu)
(Blaze it up now)
Get in the game
And change it up
(Change it up now)
Come in the spot
And flame it up
(Flame it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Ha)
And live it up
(Live it up)
Let's get this dough
(Yea)
And live it up
(Live it up)
Let's get this dough
(Yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)

Yea, so amazin', we blazin' and changin' the bounds
Grazin' y'all niggas, with somethin' aimin' to takin' you out
We never resort to any measure to keep you with me
Wylin' with a sinky, rinky, dinky ring on pinky
Follow the simple flow that'll cripple y'all niggas
Drop the shit that'll shake and just ripple y'all niggas
What, your boom scheme, get with the new thing
Hit you and get y'all niggas, all into the new swing
Ah, tally it up, rally it up
From the streets to the alley, from the eastern Cali and up
I'm talkin' dope, all of my niggas, all of my bitches
Give you somethin' that'll split you up
And leave you with stitches
Lookin' pathetic, I hit y'all niggas with the kinetic
Make you respect it, and beat you in the head till you get it
Take off my jacket, hope you can match it
When the DJ go scratch up the bounce
I hope you could catch it
So what

Now let's get high
(Get high)
And let's get drunk
(Get drunk now)
You feel that bounce
(That bounce)
Then turn it up
(Turn it up now)
You light your L
And blaze it up
(Hu)
(Blaze it up now)
Get in the game
And change it up
(Change it up now)
Come in the spot
And flame it up
(Ah)
(Flame it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Ha)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Yea, yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)

Now let's get high
And let's get drunk
(Ha)
(Get drunk now)
You feel that bounce
(That bounce)
Then turn it up
(Turn it up now)
You light your L
And blaze it up
(Ha)
(Blaze it up now)
Get in the game
And change it up
(Yea)
(Change it up now)
Come in the spot
And flame it up
(Ah)
(Flame it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Ha, yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Yea, ha)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
And live it up
(Yea, live it up now)
Let's get this dough
And live it up
(Yea, live it up now)
Let's get this dough
And live it up
(Yea, live it up now)

Yea, you know when you got shorty in the passenger side of the whip
You bouncin' from the club, step on the gas
And just bounce, bounce, bounce, yea
Then shorty come with you to the nearest short stay
Get up on top of that and just
Bounce, bounce, bounce
That's what I'm talkin' about niggas, yea
If you pushin' down the belt parkway
The Grand Central, The Long Island Expressway
The Cross Island Expressway
Southern State, Northern State, Parkway
You know ninety five south, Brooklyn Expressway, you know
However way y'all travelin'
You just bounce, bounce, bounce
You n'ah I mean
Blunts burnin' and all
keep the windows up though
the smoke stay in the motherfuckin' ride, yea
All my bitches in the passenger seat
Now just bounce, bounce, bounce, yea

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Let'S Live It Up - Lyrics - Brian Setzer

Title: Let'S Live It Up
Artist: Brian Setzer
Composer(s): Brian Setzer

Lyric:
You only go around once on this big spinnin' planet of love
So, don't be wastin' my time, tell me what you're dreamin' of
We'll take a rocket to the moon and when we get that far
I'll hang your coat and hat upon a shooting star
So, let's live it up, let's live it up, let's live it up

Hang up the cat, put the dog out to dry, my, my
Roll up the bird, let the alligator wave bye bye
We'll take a slow gin to China, a train to Peru
In a rusty old steamer or a leaky canoe
Oh, let's live it up, let's live it up, let's live it up

Around the block in a hot balloon
Sounds awfully good to me
Or a seat on the wing of a jumbo jet
Flying straight to Mercury

But what's the matter with me? Baby, I've been such a fool
We'll hop on a raft and navigate around in the pool
We'll take a rocket to the moon and when we get that far
I'll hang your coat and hat upon a shooting star
So, let's live it up, let's live it up, let's live it up

Well, 'round the block in a hot balloon
Sounds awfully good to me
Or a seat on the wing of a jumbo jet
Flying straight to Mercury

What's the matter with me? Baby, I've been such a fool
We'll hop on a raft, sailing all around in the pool
We'll take a rocket to the moon and when we get that far
I'll hang your coat and hat upon a shooting star
Let's live it up, let's live it up

Don't look to me but think, baby, give it up
Let's live it up, let's live it up, let's live it up
Let's live it up

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Live It Up - Lyrics - Jeannie Ortega

Title: Live It Up
Artist: Jeannie Ortega
Composer(s): Matthew Gerrard, Jeannette Ortega

Lyric:
Come on
Live it, live it

Can't believe, made it through another day
Who woulda' thought that my life could take a turn this way
Sitting here, thinking what I'm gonna do
Do I give up? Oh, not with everything I'm going through

But I won't 'cuz it isn't worth the time
Just standing still when without this I'll be doing fine
I must see past and remember it'll get better
Look up higher and just do my best

Not today, not now
I won't fall
So if you're feeling down
Why keep pressing on?

Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
'Cuz it isn't worth your cries
Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
'Cuz the sun's gonna shine

Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
Just let loose tonight
Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
Let's make the best of life

Live it, live it
Live it, live it

The worst is done, so just let it free
Sing to your song and just feel the beat
Don't ever feel that it's wrong to dream
Just live it up, make it your party

Grab your friends, do the most that's right
Don't look back 'cuz you'll lose the fight
Shake it off if you feel the vibe
Do what you do and let go tonight

Not today, not now
You won't fall
So why the feeling down, why?
Keep pressing on

Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
'Cuz it isn't worth your cries
Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
'Cuz the sun's gonna shine

Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
Just let loose tonight
Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
Let's make the best of life

Hold your heart, every beat means
That you're meant to be happy
Don't lose yourself and don't give up
All you gotta do is live it up

Live it, live it
Live it, live it
Live it, live it

(Live it)
Not today, not now
(Live it)
I won't fall so

(Live it)
If you're feeling down
Why keep pressing on?

Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
'Cuz it isn't worth your cries
Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
'Cuz the sun's gonna shine

Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
Just let loose tonight
Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
Let's make the best of life

Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
'Cuz it isn't worth your cries
Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
'Cuz the sun's gonna shine

Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
Just let loose tonight
Live it up, live it up, gotta live it up, live it up
Let's make the best of life

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Live It Up - Lyrics - Get Lifted - John Legend

Title: Live It Up
Album: Get Lifted
Artist: John Legend
Composer(s): Anthony Hester, Paul Cho, John Stephens, Devon Harris, Tarrey Tarae

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Lyric:
You know we've been struggling for such a long time
Working here and there just to get by
It's finally time for me to get mine
No more robbing Peter so we can pay Paul
(Oh no)
Or going to mama's house to make a phone call
(No no)
No we don't have to struggle at all

'Cause now everyday is feeling like Friday
(Friday)
I'm getting paid and doing it my way
(My way)
We're finally on our way
Baby now it's time to celebrate

Oh live it up we can go crazy
Live it up you and me baby
Live it up, live it up, live it up
We're flying high don't wanna come down
We'll let 'em know all over town and
Live it up, live it up, live it up

No more putting it in the layaway
'Cause boo I got the money today
Come on and go to the mall and let's play
Let's go raise a toast to the days ahead
You can't take it with you when you're dead
You might as well enjoy it now instead

Oh now, it's about to be a long evening
(Yeah yeah)
We'll party through the rest of the weekend
(Come on)
We're finally on our way
Baby now it's time to celebrate

Oh live it up we can go crazy
Live it up you and me baby
Live it up, live it up, live it up
(Oh we're flying high)
We're flying high don't wanna come down
We'll let 'em know all over town and
Live it up, live it up, live it up

We can fly so high in the moonlit sky
'Cause there's no more cloudy days
It's so beautiful when you feel the flow
We can dance the night away

Do you remember when times were hard
Oh so hard, through it all
We've come so far
So we gotta live it up
So we can just celebrate there's no more pain
Raise your glass and feel no shame
Oh so we gotta live it up

Oh live it up we can go crazy
Live it up you and me baby
Live it up, live it up, live it up
(Oh we're flying high)
We're flying high don't wanna come down
(Yeah yeah)
We'll let 'em know all over town and
Live it up, live it up, live it up

Oh it's time to celebrate baby
So we don't have to worry no more
We don't have to struggle no more
So does it feel good to you?
I know it feels good to you

We don't have worry no more
We don't have to struggle no more
It's time to celebrate baby
Yeah, we gotta live it up

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Live It Up - Lyrics - Mental As Anything

Title: Live It Up
Artist: Mental As Anything
Composer(s): Andrew Mcarthur Smith

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Lyric:
How can you see looking through those tears?
Don't you know you're worth your weight in gold?
I can't believe that you're alone in here
Let me warm your hands against the cold

A close encounter with a hardhearted man
Who never gave half of what he got
Has made you wish that you'd never been born
That's a shame 'cause you got the lot

Hey yeah, you with the sad face
Come up to my place and live it up
You beside the dance floor
What do you cry for? Let's live it up

If you smiled the walls would fall down
On all the people in this pickup joint
But if you laughed you'd level this town
Hey lonely girl, that's just the point

Hey yeah, you with the sad face
Come up to my place and live it up
Hey yeah, you beside the dance floor
What do you cry for? Let's live it up

Just answer me the question why
You stand alone by the phone
In the corner and cry

How can you see looking through those tears
Don't you know you're worth your weight in gold
I can't believe you're alone in here
Let me warm your hands against the cold

If you smiled the walls would fall down
On all the people in this pickup joint
But if you laughed you'd level this town
Hey lonely girl, that's just the point

Hey yeah, you with the sad face
Come up to my place and live it up
Hey yeah, you beside the dance floor
Whattya cry for? Let's live it up

Let's live it up, live it up, live it up
Hey yeah, you with the sad face
Come up to my place
Come up to my place, baby

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Let'S Get Loud - Lyrics - On The 6 - Jennifer Lopez

Title: Let'S Get Loud
Album: On The 6
Artist: Jennifer Lopez
Composer(s): Flavio Enrique Santander, Gloria M Estefan

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Lyric:
Pomp it up!
Pomp it up!
Do it! Do it!
Pomp it up!
Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!
Do it! Do it!
Pomp it up

'Cause I'ma live my life
Eso
'Cause I'ma live my life
'Cause I'ma live my life

Do it! Pomp it up
Do it! Do it!

Come on people let's get loud, let's get loud
Turn the music up to hear that sound
Let's get loud, let's get loud
Ain't nobody gotta tell you what you gotta do

If you wanna live your life
Live it all the way and don't you waste it
Every feeling, every beat
Can be so very sweet you gotta taste it

You gotta do it
(You gotta do it)
You gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
(You gotta prove it)
You gotta mean what you say
(Come on, you know what we're here for!)
You gotta do it
(Do it)
You gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
(Prove it)
You gotta mean what you say

Life's a party, make it hot
Dance, don't ever stop whatever rhythm
Every minute, every day
Take them all the away, you gotta live them
'Cause I'ma live my life)

You gotta do it
(You gotta do it)
You gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
(You gotta prove it)
You gotta mean what you say
You gotta do it
(Do it)
You gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
You gotta mean what you say

Let's get loud, let's get loud
Turn the music up to hear that sound
Let's get loud, let's get loud
Ain't nobody gotta tell you what you gotta do

'Cause I'ma live my life
Eso
'Cause I'ma live my life
'Cause I'ma live my life

Ay papi, let's get down
Let's get down, let's get down
It's just a party baby come on
Let's get loud, let's get loud
Let's get loud, pomp it up

Hey
Hey
Hey

Eso

Hey
Hey
Hey

Pomp it up!
Do it!

Life is meant to be, be funny
You're not hurting anyone, nobody loses
Let the music make you free
Be what you wanna be
Make no excuses

You gotta do it
(Do what you wanna do)
You gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
(Say what you wanna say)
You gotta mean what you say
You gotta do it
(Go where you wanna go)
You gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
(Just do it oh)
You gotta mean what you say

Let's get loud, let's get loud
Turn the music up to hear that sound
Let's get loud, let's get loud
Ain't nobody gotta tell you what you gotta do

Let's get loud, let's get loud
Turn the music up to hear that sound
Let's get loud, let's get loud
Ain't nobody gotta tell you what you gotta do

Eso
Asi, asi es que me gusta, tu sabes

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Let'S Get Loud (Pablo Flores Remix) - Lyrics - J To Tha L-O! The Remixes - Jennifer Lopez

Title: Let'S Get Loud (Pablo Flores Remix)
Album: J To Tha L-O! The Remixes
Artist: Jennifer Lopez
Composer(s): Flavio Enrique Santander, Gloria M Estefan

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Lyric:
Pomp it up!
Pomp it up!
Do it! Do it!
Pomp it up!
Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!
Do it! Do it!
Pomp it up

'Cause I'ma live my life
Eso
'Cause I'ma live my life
'Cause I'ma live my life

Do it! Pomp it up
Do it! Do it!

Come on people let's get loud, let's get loud
Turn the music up to hear that sound
Let's get loud, let's get loud
Ain't nobody gotta tell you what you gotta do

If you wanna live your life
Live it all the way and don't you waste it
Every feeling, every beat
Can be so very sweet you gotta taste it

You gotta do it
(You gotta do it)
You gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
(You gotta prove it)
You gotta mean what you say
(Come on, you know what we're here for!)
You gotta do it
(Do it)
You gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
(Prove it)
You gotta mean what you say

Life's a party, make it hot
Dance, don't ever stop whatever rhythm
Every minute, every day
Take them all the away, you gotta live them
'Cause I'ma live my life)

You gotta do it
(You gotta do it)
You gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
(You gotta prove it)
You gotta mean what you say
You gotta do it
(Do it)
You gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
You gotta mean what you say

Let's get loud, let's get loud
Turn the music up to hear that sound
Let's get loud, let's get loud
Ain't nobody gotta tell you what you gotta do

'Cause I'ma live my life
Eso
'Cause I'ma live my life
'Cause I'ma live my life

Ay papi, let's get down
Let's get down, let's get down
It's just a party baby come on
Let's get loud, let's get loud
Let's get loud, pomp it up

Hey
Hey
Hey

Eso

Hey
Hey
Hey

Pomp it up!
Do it!

Life is meant to be, be funny
You're not hurting anyone, nobody loses
Let the music make you free
Be what you wanna be
Make no excuses

You gotta do it
(Do what you wanna do)
You gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
(Say what you wanna say)
You gotta mean what you say
You gotta do it
(Go where you wanna go)
You gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
(Just do it oh)
You gotta mean what you say

Let's get loud, let's get loud
Turn the music up to hear that sound
Let's get loud, let's get loud
Ain't nobody gotta tell you what you gotta do

Let's get loud, let's get loud
Turn the music up to hear that sound
Let's get loud, let's get loud
Ain't nobody gotta tell you what you gotta do

Eso
Asi, asi es que me gusta, tu sabes

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Live It Up - Lyrics - Bowling for Soup Goes to the Movies - Bowling For Soup

Title: Live It Up
Album: Bowling for Soup Goes to the Movies
Artist: Bowling For Soup
Composer(s): Casey Diiorio, Jared Reddick

Lyric:
Me, I never had a clue, now me, I've got you
Me and you've got something that has long been overdue
I hope you hang around, maybe we?ll get down
We'll get down and boogie and we're gonna paint the town
So honey take my hand, can I please have this dance? I?m all in

I?m gonna live it up, right now
Everybody give it up, right now

You know it?s been too long
It?s been too long, it?s been too long since I've felt this way
It?s been too long, it?s been to long
It?s been too long, I guess, I've never felt this way

You, such a dream come true, to me a dream is you
I love to watch you laugh and sing like only you can do
So won't you hold my hand
Save me your last dance, I?m all in

We?re gonna live up, right now
Everybody give it up, right now

You know it?s been too long
It?s been too long, it?s been too long since I've felt this way
It?s been too long, it?s been too long
It?s been too long, I guess, I've never felt this way

And I?ll be happy ever after you?ll be mine
Now my whole world?s brighter with you here by my side

Everybody live it up, right now
Everybody give it up, right now
(Let's live it up right now)
Everybody live it up, right now
(Let's live it up right now)
Everybody give it up, right now
(Let's live it up)

You know it?s been too long
It?s been to long, it?s been too long
Since I've felt this way
It?s been too long, it?s been too long, too long
Since I've felt this way
(Too long)
Since I've felt this way
(Too long)
I guess I've never felt this way

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Operation Spirit - Lyrics - Mental Jewelry - Live

Title: Operation Spirit
Album: Mental Jewelry
Artist: Live
Composer(s): Edward Kowalczyk, Chad Taylor, Patrick Dahlheimer, Chad Gracey

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Lyric:
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?

Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?

Heard a lot of talk about the ocean, yeah
Heard a lot of talk about the sea, now
Heard a lot of talk about a lot of things
Never meant that much to me

Heard a lot of talk about my spirit
Heard a lot of talk about my soul
But I decided that anxiety and pain
Were better friends, so I let it go

Did you let it go now?
Did you let it go, our love?
Did you let it go, my friend?
Let's get it back
Let's get it back, together, yeah

Heard a lot of talk about this Jesus
A man of love and a man of strength
But what a man was two thousand years ago
Means nothing at all to me today

He could have been
Telling me about my higher self
But he only lives inside my prayer
So what he was may have been beautiful
But the pain is right now and right here

Let it go, love
Come on, let it go, our love
Let it go, my friend
Let's get it back
Let's get it back together

Let it go, love
Let it go, our love
Let it go, my friend
Let's get it back
Let's get it back together

Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?

Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?

Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?

Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
Did you give it up?
[Incomprehensible]

Let it go [Incomprehensible]
Let it go, love
Let it go, my friend
And let's get it back
Let's get it back together

Let it go, love
Let it go, yeah, now
Let it go, my friend
Let's get it back
Let's get it back together, oh yeah

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Come Kill Me - Lyrics - S.D.E. - Cam'Ron

Title: Come Kill Me
Album: S.D.E.
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Darrell Branch, Cameron Giles

Lyric:
Yo, Weez, wasup man
Yo, word man
What happened?
You hear them niggas man
Them niggas is pussy man, word man
What happened?
Yo, them niggas is dead man, we gon' kill them niggas man
Today, I

Straight like that today man, we gon' murder them niggas man
Assed out man, I heard they do they thing though
Son, don't worry about that man, we gon' do our thing nigga
Yeah, I'm feelin' that let's go kill them niggas man, no doubt

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
Yo, check it out now, uh, yo, yo

Yo, subliminal thoughts, 107th street, criminal court
Pissy drunk up in here, Gordon gin the court
It's like a biscuit, judging my dick though, case acquitted
When it's dough I do whatever it takes to get it

So, chain danglers are in danger
When I skate wit ya ice like the Rangers, assume later
Boss bitch though, goin' out like Tomb Raider
Booth razors, a few blazers, who raised her

He speak Eboni, me and my God daughter C-Hanni
Come through with the mean Tommy
Ask you if you seen mommy
And she three feet behind me

Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gandhi
Me and G O D, from C O C
Like got dough C O D
A S A P, A S A P

Play me, you crazy and your mother ass fat
So I laid her on her stomach
Bust your brothers on her back
Never rubber on or cap, I'm a raw specialist

Make me more devilish
Me and my whores never kiss
Though, motherfucker we was prone to die
Just my green top, yo, we own inside, motherfucker

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball 'til we fall, gon' ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high 'til we die

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six

Ayo they used to call me, 'Work Out'
'Cause before I brought my work out, I used to work out
Niggas wanna make deals, na, na I want work out
Now, murk out, before you get cursed out

Bangin' they fun, same as the sun
Hidin' from the church when you slang to the nuns
Chumps come through with giraffe and orangutang guns
Vetty vest, you petty theft, you seem soft

I'm seven judges up in Supreme Court
Mean thoughts all over a teen porch
Wait, don't have to tell you shit
Matter fact, pat him down, who the hell you wit?

Yo, you wack money, wait around all day for pack money
Get a gold chain talkin' 'bout you 'bout to have money
But everything's gonna be all right, why?
'Cause every ring's gonna be all ice and
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball 'til we fall, gon' ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high 'til we die

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six

This nigga with the ice mug stuntin'? He won't bust nothing
Yo, talkin' 'bout he gon' touch somethin', he won't bust nothing
Yo, sayin' that he too much frontin', he won't bust nothing
Yo, he just a fake thug bluffin', he won't bust nothing

And his man with the ice grill frontin', he won't kill nothing
Yo, he outside with the mil frontin', he won't kill nothing
Talkin' 'bout he some real somethin', he won't kill nothing
Sayin' yo, I'ma kill something, he won't kill nothing

Not a collecter of Picasso
But everybody in my scepter got dough
Neglect a rock row
Go to charve and not dough ho

But Hector, Comancho, mi amigo rockin' in the side bitch
Maxin out to Marvin, can't know it
That's why I keep the blam, blam loaded
Club grand open, next week we grand close it, come and kill me

Get the fuck outta here
This shit is fuckin' closed
Get the fuck outta here motherfucker
I'll kill you

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball 'til we fall, gon' ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high 'til we die

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball 'til we fall, gon' ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high 'til we die

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six

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You Don'T Want Drama - Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: You Don'T Want Drama
Album: Living Legends
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Shondrae L Crawford, Premro Vonzellaire Smith, Marlon J Goodwin

Lyric:
It's Bad Boy South Niggaz, Ball and G
Orange Mound, the moment you've all been waitin' for
Collaboration, c'mon now
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound
Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down
I wanna see you get it crunk, let a nigga know what hood you from
Everybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, then roll it up

Back it up, a girl like you, a nigga like me can't pass it up
Rollin' by, lookin' good, put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear what you got rite here
They broke the mold, one of a kind, fat boy witta gold mouth that shine

Hard to touch, sorry to tell you, boys out here ain't hard as us
Ball and G, part of the streets, 'cuz the streets are a part of us
Lay it down, please remember, games we don't play them now
Disrespect, please remember, stains we gon' spray them 'round

Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up

Bitch, nigga
Bitch, nigga
Bitch, nigga
Bitch

You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!

Get up
(Get up)
Get crunk
(Get crunk)
Let's race to the trunk
(To the trunk)
Get a pump, unload and dump
Forget it, close the trunk

In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, let's overheat him
Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him
MJG is the reason, yo' season needed seasonal spices
They needed more life and lucky yo' wife was bleedin'

Now your life is leavin' yo' body, for drinkin' too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started, never fuck with G and E

In any climate I'm shinin', floss, I'm perfect wit timin'
I'm good for rippin' and rhymin' in and out the beat
And Eightball is loadin' the clip, for niggaz supposin' to trip
And you know I'm rollin' the whip, we finna set 'em free

Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up

Bitch, nigga
Bitch, nigga
Bitch, nigga
Bitch

You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!

Eightball and G, get it crunk fa' sho
My swagger, my flavor, my pimpin', my flow
My ho, my woman, my slacks, my denims
My backstroke in swimmin', in pools wit models in 'em

Them boys, they hate it, we hustle, we made it
We richer, the picture, is two of the greatest
The realest, you bump some Ball and G, you gon' feel it
Guaranteed, muhfucker, stamp, sign, seal it

We placin', the fakest, they don't give it up, we gon' take it
The realest up in this niggaz buckin', bitches shakin'
They asses, but cash it, might be a habit
Like mic's when we grab it, we cock it, we blast it

Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up

Bitch, nigga
Bitch, nigga
Bitch, nigga
Bitch

You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!

So here we go, Bad Boy South
Ball and G, Orange Mound
New York collaboration
You don't want no drama, you don't want none

I see you ATL, let's tear this shit up
C'mon, c'mon, I said, let's tear this shit up!
Yeah, Ball and G, Bad Boy South
Let's go, let's work these motherfuckers
Let's get this money niggaz, yeah, as we proceed

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Only Live Once - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Only Live Once
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): William E. Butler, Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, R Garcia, I Salis, Raphael Boyd, Author Unknown Composer

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Lyric:
You can't stop this, you can't stop this
You can't stop this, you can't stop this
You can't stop this, you can't stop this
You can't stop this, you can't stop this

These muthafuckas made it this way, I show 'em mine
I knew we down, now, we was shining also blowing time
Official Queens crack stars gettin' money
Rollin' trees in the backwoods, timberlands, cars and black hoods

The territories rugged, certain bimbos love it
I fuck wit cats undiscovered, keep my Timbo's covered
We ride around in the streets, kid we duckin' knicks
Money power wit some game, kid we fuckin' chicks

The hard times help me sharpen up we be in Watts,
But still be sparkin' up, love it when the day darken up
My life is like a movie, big guns and booze play a part
I came through to display an art

Yo, fuck you, jealous niggas, I take care a fam and I lay low
I'm livin' kid, I got the money plus the yayo
And hold a heat up on the seat because it's gettin' wicked
You get yo dough, I get my dough, let's blow so we can kick it

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop, no, no
You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop

Yo, is you mothafuckas outta yo' mind?
We them niggas who be holdin' it down
Half of the reason you live
Other fifty percent of the reason you frown

Behind the back you pop shit
But when we be wavin' them thangs, you innocent
'Cause we in this bitch, Raw Dogs
Is you askin' for a New York City war call?

We keep it gritty for all a y'all
But some you niggas actin' like you goin' through menopause
And that's the second we send 'em to morgues
Slay 'em down, get in them drawers

Been put on what you tellin' me for?
Look at 'em beggin' for more
Either they yellin' or givin' applause
Picture livin' laws while we got x-cons on the dance floor

Goody niggas, playin' the wall
And dime bitches rockin' hoodies wit razors inside
We told y'all but ya wasn't tryin' to listen tah me

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop
You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop

Ever since the day I was born, my lifestyle been real
Bloody stories on blank paper is what my pen spill
My men still, sellin' coke, cooked up and powdered out
In a big body smoked out, shit is clouded out

We official crack stars, bury bodies in back yards
You neva touch nothin', sayin' you blast niggas and clap cars
I get a back massage from a bad European
And switch my bird every season and I'm rollin' up my treason

But my question is, give me one reason to let you live
But you good at talkin' your way outta shit, I bet you is
So I sex your wiz, kill you and leave ya wife left with kids
Ghetto black widow, what nigga? My mac glitto

Attack ya, hitto, it's like pimp talk wit a limp walk
And crazy dough is what I'm in for, somethin' you bent off
But couldn't touch, scream you got guns but wouldn't bust
Never fuck wit niggas outta my circle I don't trust

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop, no, no
You only live once, so let's ride let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop, oh, no, no
You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top

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Only Live Once (Real) - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Only Live Once (Real)
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): William E. Butler, Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, R Garcia, I Salis, Raphael Boyd, Author Unknown Composer

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Lyric:
You can't stop this, you can't stop this
You can't stop this, you can't stop this
You can't stop this, you can't stop this
You can't stop this, you can't stop this

These muthafuckas made it this way, I show 'em mine
I knew we down, now, we was shining also blowing time
Official Queens crack stars gettin' money
Rollin' trees in the backwoods, timberlands, cars and black hoods

The territories rugged, certain bimbos love it
I fuck wit cats undiscovered, keep my Timbo's covered
We ride around in the streets, kid we duckin' knicks
Money power wit some game, kid we fuckin' chicks

The hard times help me sharpen up we be in Watts,
But still be sparkin' up, love it when the day darken up
My life is like a movie, big guns and booze play a part
I came through to display an art

Yo, fuck you, jealous niggas, I take care a fam and I lay low
I'm livin' kid, I got the money plus the yayo
And hold a heat up on the seat because it's gettin' wicked
You get yo dough, I get my dough, let's blow so we can kick it

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop, no, no
You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop

Yo, is you mothafuckas outta yo' mind?
We them niggas who be holdin' it down
Half of the reason you live
Other fifty percent of the reason you frown

Behind the back you pop shit
But when we be wavin' them thangs, you innocent
'Cause we in this bitch, Raw Dogs
Is you askin' for a New York City war call?

We keep it gritty for all a y'all
But some you niggas actin' like you goin' through menopause
And that's the second we send 'em to morgues
Slay 'em down, get in them drawers

Been put on what you tellin' me for?
Look at 'em beggin' for more
Either they yellin' or givin' applause
Picture livin' laws while we got x-cons on the dance floor

Goody niggas, playin' the wall
And dime bitches rockin' hoodies wit razors inside
We told y'all but ya wasn't tryin' to listen tah me

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop
You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop

Ever since the day I was born, my lifestyle been real
Bloody stories on blank paper is what my pen spill
My men still, sellin' coke, cooked up and powdered out
In a big body smoked out, shit is clouded out

We official crack stars, bury bodies in back yards
You neva touch nothin', sayin' you blast niggas and clap cars
I get a back massage from a bad European
And switch my bird every season and I'm rollin' up my treason

But my question is, give me one reason to let you live
But you good at talkin' your way outta shit, I bet you is
So I sex your wiz, kill you and leave ya wife left with kids
Ghetto black widow, what nigga? My mac glitto

Attack ya, hitto, it's like pimp talk wit a limp walk
And crazy dough is what I'm in for, somethin' you bent off
But couldn't touch, scream you got guns but wouldn't bust
Never fuck wit niggas outta my circle I don't trust

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop, no, no
You only live once, so let's ride let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop, oh, no, no
You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top

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Lick It Up - Lyrics - Alive IV (Live) - Kiss

Title: Lick It Up
Album: Alive IV (Live)
Artist: Kiss
Composer(s): Vincent Cusano, P Stanley

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah

Don't wanna wait 'til you know me better
Let's just be glad for the time together
Life's such a treat and it's time you taste it
There ain't a reason on earth to waste it
It ain't a crime to be good to yourself

Lick it up, lick it up, oh, it's only right now
Lick it up, lick it up, oh, ooh yeah
Lick it up, lick it up, oh, come on, come on
Lick it up, lick it up, oh, ooh

Don't need to wait for an invitation
You gotta live like you're on vacation
There's something sweet you can't buy with money
Lick it up, woo, lick it up
It's all you need, so believe me honey
It ain't a crime to be good to yourself

Lick it up, lick it up, oh, it's only right now
Lick it up, lick it up, oh, ooh yeah
Lick it up, lick it up, oh, come on, come on
Lick it up, lick it up, oh

Come on, it's only right now
It's only right now
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Yeah, yeah

Oh, oh

Lick it up, lick it up, oh, it's only right now
Lick it up, lick it up, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lick it up, lick it up, oh, come on, come on
Lick it up, lick it up, oh

Lick it up, lick it up, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lick it up, lick it up, oh
Lick it up, lick it up

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Pray - Lyrics - Dj Bobo

Title: Pray
Artist: Dj Bobo
Composer(s): Rene Baumann, Axel Breitung, Sven Kirschner, Alexander Strasser-Hain

Lyric:
Pray
Turn the nights into a glory day
Pray
Stand up for the rules and pray

We can make it a better place
When we pray for freedom
It doesn't matter what kind of race
When we pray for freedom

So let's live for the promise land
Living in harmony
So let's live with a helping hand
Dreams of a new generation and we pray

What has happened to paradise
In motion or paralyzed
Isolation, immigration
Frustration all over the nation

We've been waisting most of our time
Talking about things and that's no sign
Recognize the advice
It's more than only an exercise

Remember of the world so far away
Where people stay and pray everyday
They have their hopes, they have their chance
To pray for peace and tolerance

Remember of past time paradise
A system without any compromise
Let me say we can find a way
Stand up for the rules and pray

We can make it a better place
When we pray for freedom
It doesn't matter what kind of race
When we pray for freedom

So let's live for the promise land
Living in harmony
So let's live with a helping hand
Dreams of a new generation and we pray

Pray
Pray

What has happened to paradise
Is it turned into a world of sorrow and lies
So many people don't care about rules
Honest people seem to be the fools

Time to wise up, time to rise up
Open your eyes up to the top
Hold a dream against the wind
Close your eyes and let it in

I've heard of a world so far away
Where people stay and pray everyday
They have no god, no sovereign
They pray for their rules and so they win

Remember of past time paradise
To be living in no compromise
Let me say we can find a way
Stand up for the rules and pray

We can make it a better place
When we pray for freedom
It doesn't matter what kind of race
When we pray for freedom

So let's live for the promise land
Living in harmony
So let's live with a helping hand
Dreams of a new generation and we pray

Pray
Pray

We can make it a better place
When we pray for freedom
It doesn't matter what kind of race
When we pray for freedom

So let's live for the promise land
Living in harmony
So let's live with a helping hand
Dreams of a new generation and we pray

Pray

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(Let'S Get Movin') Into Action - Lyrics - Sound Soldier - Skye Sweetnam

Title: (Let'S Get Movin') Into Action
Album: Sound Soldier
Artist: Skye Sweetnam
Composer(s): Skye Sweetnam, Tim Armstrong

Lyric:
Into action

Let's get movin' into action
Let's get movin' into action
If your life's too slow, no satisfaction
Find somethin' out there, there's an attraction
If you hesitate now that's a subtraction
So let's get movin', boy, into action

Come on quick now and keep it up
We're invitin' this town
All the kids are showin' up
When we bring the sound

Hop into my pick up truck
Roll out to the ground
Get your gear, load it up
Gonna hold it down

If you start with nothin'
Gotta build it up
If you got a dream
You gotta follow it up

Let's get movin' into action
Let's get movin' into action
If your life's too slow, no satisfaction
Find somethin' out there, there's an attraction
If you hesitate now that's a subtraction
So let's get movin', boy, into action

Shake it, shake it, shake it out
Make a move and make it now
Come on, come on, feel the blow
Baby, let it, let it go

Underneath the underground
Sub subliminal of sounds
?Cause the method won?t be down
But this man is all around

We break it down so low below
[Incomprehensible] and that is all I know

Let's get movin' into action
Let's get movin' into action
If your life's too slow, no satisfaction
Find somethin' out there, there's an attraction
If you hesitate now that's a subtraction
So let's get movin', boy, into action

Let it pour, thump it up through the stereo
Live it up, let it out, let the speakers blow
Across me to the parking lot, we?re hanging at the corner
The summer?s out, it?s growing hot
The [Incomprehensible] is taking longer

[Incomprehensible]
Keep on going really fast
Gonna get you into crash
Baby boy, just take the chance

I got music and I?ll use it, that?s all I need
You and a microphone to hold and some fresh air to breathe
No, no, no, no, no, no one can touch us now
?Cause our love light burns bright and our music plays loud

Let's get movin' into action
Let's get movin' into action
If your life's too slow, no satisfaction
Find somethin' out there, there's an attraction
If you hesitate now that's a subtraction
So let's get movin', boy, into action

Oh, yeah, into action
Oh, yeah, into action
Alright, into action
Oh, yeah, into action
Alright, oh, yeah, into action

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Last Temptation - Lyrics - The Last Temptation - Ja Rule

Title: Last Temptation
Album: The Last Temptation
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Jeffery Atkins, N Kenton, Irving Lorenzo, Andre Parker, Tiffany Lane Jarmon, Kenny Nix

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, heh
You feel that
Can you feel that
Y'all can't feel that, heh, yeah

We gonna do it like this real old school, shit
Take them back to the parks and shit
Do it like, we used to do it, you know
DJ Irv days and shit

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Tonight somebody sho nuff
Gon' tear the club the fuck up
As soon as I hit the scene
All eyes on us, mean and so vicious

A good nigga, bad intentions
Not to mention, them 12 engine Benzes with fish lenses
We park right out front to handle our business
The broads on the way in showin' a little attention

Like, I fucked before but ain't never call
That's life, you either love to live it or just live it
I live it to the limit, Champagne finish gangsta
Image, platinum shades swingin'

Then I do that 2 step that niggaz do
We don't really dance, we just rub the dick on the ass
And fill the glass with nothin' but [Incomprehensible]
And if they pop it gettin' the poppin' with me
Get my niggaz tonight baby, let's party

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Yo, uh, now a party ain't a party till Chuck come through
Bring who? Rolled dolo jeans over Manolo's
Duke says I look better out the photos
And hotter in person, hottest when I'm cursin'

Love my bitch thuggelbees
Strokin' my ego then he go for the bubbly
Nigga love me, we go to the vehicle, talk dirty
Past flirty, flight leavin' at five thirty

It's hot in herre, foggin' the windows
[Incomprehensible]
Throw dat, I the designated driver
Chuck never the rider, gotta play
Passenger side beside them, whoa

Gotta be controllin' when I'm rollin'
Weed niggaz swollen, cock blocker
Hands on my knockers, he feelin' them poppers
But Chuck never givin' it up, livin' it up

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Uh, Count me and my niggaz as OD'in
Rule got a bitch Korean, lap dancin'
Off to the murder mansion, ride the shoulder
Benz and the Rover, Nigga we ain't sober

Girl Interrupted, murder got me corrupted
With shots so that any lickin' shots with the semi
Out the sunroof of the Bentley
Bottles all empty but niggaz got stashes
Never fuckin' the glasses

Ha, you know the Rule roll up in the party
Me and Charli, ready to have them hotties
Rub up on my body 'cuz after the club
It's the after set with some pushin' a little head

Is always the safe bet, she tell me V twizzy
In the red Corvette, swervin' lanes
[Incomprehensible] a little pain and say what's my name, 'Rule Baby'
You know it, now let's get high, take a ride with me tonight, yeah

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
(We gotta give a dance to this shit here)
Come on y'all

Uh, Murder Inc shit
Yea, Rule Baby
Chuck B-More, yea, its a family affair
Can you feel it, can you feel it?
You can't feel it, temptation

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

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Work It Out - Lyrics - Lil' Cease

Title: Work It Out
Artist: Lil' Cease
Composer(s): James Lloyd, Valmon Burke

Lyric:
Ahh, I love a pretty gal, that's sexy

Yeah, uhh, I like dat
Uhh, what?,Cease a Leo
A.K.A Leo Ganza, uhh
The flow mistro, uhh
We go do it like this

Yo, yo, I'm the nigga you wish for
I'm the nigga dat ya meet in the rim store
From the first to tha tenth floor, baby I got it
From the minks in tha closet to the cars in the wallets
I know the trick, you can charge it
An' I got keys to V's, you can start it
But if ya can't end it don't jump up in it
But if I hit it, I'll let you slide 'cause my windows tinted

Like my seats, we fleet you's and me between the sheets
Sometimes for weeks where I live I preach
And ya know talk is cheap when ya walk wit heat
I keep my Cubans wit my Jesus peace
Niggas mad 'cause I get more ass than wases
Nigga face it, 'cause dat bitch wanna taste it
Niggas hate it, you don't like us you just gotta face it
When my guns bust niggas know they can't take it, c'mon

We gon scream
(We gon scream)
We gon shout
(We gon shout)
So all my peeps locked down
We gon work it out

Let's jam
(Let's jam)
Let's bounce
(Let's bounce)
So all my peeps in New York
We gon turn it out

Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)
We in da house
(We in da house)
To all my peeps in the streets
We gon work it out

Best style
(Best style)
We in da house
(We in the house)
To all my peeps on the corner
We gon work it out

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Leo Ganza what stay suited up
For da loot B.K. niggas shoot it up
They boot it up, no luck, miracle, spiritual, pitiful
We ain't identical ya'll know who started the shit
We neva Jerseys ya'll niggas ain't worthy
Like James Ludd-Law-Mccoy
Been around like chip's a hoy, hoya

All I got is hot ones for ya
No talk for ya, my team mean
Standing the beam
Wrapped up like Golly Green
Keep it clean, rip yo spleen
Without makin' a scene
Easily I defeat any challenge
(What?)
Balanced my foes and my cats
Enemies and friends
Don't know who to trust no more
Dat's why I keep my 4-4 gun, Lord

We gon scream
(We gon scream)
We gon shout
(We gon shout)
To all my peeps in V.A
We gon work it out

ATL
(ATL)
We in da house
(We in da house)
To my peeps in the street
Let's turn it out

Yo, yo
My honey hot as hell stays dripped in Channel
My girl was on the chalk, chick on the cell
[Unverified] keep my dick in da well
Can't ya tell how da boat sail
Sunshine on my jewels, its da very details
Somebody next ta y'all, platinum in a week
Thank god for sales, me, I'm just here to live it and tell
Hope it, 'cause all my niggas livin' in jail
We da poor feenin' for bail, grieven the cell
Wrappin' off to the porno books and the C.O. girls
We come home all around the world you see

That thug shit, played out like Jerry Curls
For me it's a better world, uhh
There's more better girls
Whatcha know about Roley wit a Benz that twirls
And a lotta cats hate me in this world
Fuck it, can't get any in this world

We gon scream
(We gon scream)
We gon shout
(We gon shout)
So all my peeps locked down
We gon work it out

Let's jam
(Let's jam)
Let's bounce
(Let's bounce)
So all my peeps in New York
We gon turn it out

Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)
We in da house
(We in da house)
To all my peeps in the streets
We gon work it out

Best style
(Best style)
We in da house
(We in the house)
To all my peeps on the corner
We gon work it out

We gon scream
(We gon scream)
We gon shout
(We gon shout)
So all my peeps locked down
We gon work it out

Let's jam
(Let's jam)
Let's bounce
(Let's bounce)
So all my peeps in New York
We gon turn it out

Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)
We in da house
(We in da house)
To all my peeps in the streets
We gon work it out

Best style
(Best style)
We in da house
(We in the house)
To all my peeps on the corner
We gon work it out

We gon scream
(We gon scream)
We gon shout
(We gon shout)
So all my peeps locked down
We gon work it out

Let's jam
(Let's jam)
Let's bounce
(Let's bounce)
So all my peeps in New York
We gon turn it out

Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)
We in da house
(We in da house)
To all my peeps in the streets
We gon work it out

Best style
(Best style)
We in da house
(We in the house)
To all my peeps on the corner
We gon work it out

We gon scream
(We gon scream)
We gon shout
(We gon shout)
So all my peeps locked down
We gon work it out

Let's jam
(Let's jam)
Let's bounce
(Let's bounce)
So all my peeps in New York
We gon turn it out

Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)
We in da house
(We in da house)
To all my peeps in the streets
We gon work it out

Best style
(Best style)
We in da house
(We in the house)
To all my peeps on the corner
We gon work it out

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