Funky Fresh Dressed - Lyrics - Under Construction - Missy Elliott

Title: Funky Fresh Dressed
Album: Under Construction
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Joseph Williams, Adam Keefe Horovitz, Dwight Myers, Lawrence Krsone Parker, Carlton Dougla Ridenhour, Marvin Wright, Douglas L Davis, William Drayton, Timothy Z Mosley, Ramona Parker, Rick Rubin, Joseph Ward Simmons, Arnold Hamilton, Derrick Jones, Darryl Matthe Mc Daniels, Chevon Young, Mohandas Dewese, James Todd Smith, Glenn K Bolton, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
This is a Misdemeanor exclusive
If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties
Turn the volume up
Yes, turn the volume up
Yes, turn the volume up
This is an exclusive
Turn the volume up

It's very necessary, on the contrary
No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary?
But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury
My attitude is bitchy, 'cuz my period is heavy
I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby
My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me
And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri
And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry

The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like, "Tom and Jerry"
My flow is legendary and your style is temporary
Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary
The words that I spit don't fit in that category
Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry
Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry
And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry
'Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get buried

Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
Turn the volume up
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
Turn the volume up

Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
Turn the volume up
Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress
Turn the volume up

Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money
You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me
Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy
Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy
Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey
This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy
It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runnin'
Hiding from me, 'cuz you know you are weak

You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin'
In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n
You can say I'm buggin', 'cuz when I come out bustin'
That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin'

Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
Turn the volume up
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
Turn the volume up

Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
Turn the volume up
Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress
Turn the volume up

C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon
Fickidy, uh, uh, uh
C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon

I had a little homie named Paul Revere
Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer
He used to swear up and down every first of the year
He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did
Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time
Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter 'til nine
Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride
Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy

Me and Missy ballin' up the Avenue
Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes
Music biz only reason I ain't jackin' fools
You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules
Niggas keeps drawin', the streets keep callin'
Drink 'til I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n
I'm bad luck, y'all mad 'cuz y'all suck
Please do not try to fuck with this young duck
Please do not try to fuck with this young duck

Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
Turn the volume up
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
Turn the volume up

Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
Turn the volume up
Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress
Turn the volume up

Turn the volume up

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Z - Moment Of Clarity - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - Moment Of Clarity
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Steven L King, Marshall B Iii Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto

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Lyric:
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the music up, turn the lights down, I'm in my zone

Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty, the world'll feel my truths
Through my hard knock life time, my gift and the curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes
From my blueprint beginnings to that black album endin'
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

When pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doin' heroin and me doin' crack sales
With that in the egg shell standin' at the tabernacle
Rather the church pretendin to be hurt, wouldn't work
So a smirk was all on my face
Like damn that mans face is just like my face

So pop I forgive you for all the shit that I live through
It wasn't all your fault, homie you got caught
And to the same game I fault that Uncle Ray lost
My big brothers and so many others I saw
I'm just glad we got to see each other
Talk and re-meet each other, save a place in Heaven
Till the next time we meet forever

Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty, the world'll feel my truths
Through my hard knock life time, my gift and the curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes
From my blueprint beginnings to that black album endin'
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

The music business hate me 'cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers and boosters embrace me and the music I be makin'
I dumb down for my audience and double my dollars
They criticize me for it yet they all yell, "Holla"
If skills sold, truth be told, I'd probably be lyricly Talib Kweli
Truthfully, I wanna rhyme like common sense
But I did five mil, I ain't been rhymin' like common since

When your sense got that much in common
And you been hustlin' since your inception, fuck perception
Go with what makes sense since I know what I'm up against
We as rappers must decide what's most important
And I can't help the poor if I'm one of them
So I got rich and gave back to me that's the win, win
So the next time you see the homie and his rims spin
Just know my mind is workin' just like them, the rims that is

Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty, the world'll feel my truths
Through my hard knock life time, my gift and the curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes
From my blueprint beginnings to that black album endin'
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

My homie Sigel's on a tier where no tears should fall
'Cause he was on the block where no squares get off
See in my inner circle all we do is ball
Till we all got triangles on our wall
He ain't just rappin' for the platinum you all record, I recall
'Cause I really been there before
Four scores and seven years ago, prepared to flow, prepare for war

I shall fear no man, you don't hear me though
These words ain't just paired to go
In one ear out the other ear, no
Yo, my balls and my word is all's I have
What you gonna do to me, nigga scars'll scab
What you gonna box me, homie, I can dodge and jab
Three shots couldn't touch me, thank god for that
I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
And the whole BK, nigga holla back

Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty, the world'll feel my truths
Through my hard knock life time, my gift and the curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes
From my blueprint beginnings to that black album endin'
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

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I Can'T Live Without My Radio - Lyrics - Radio - Ll Cool J

Title: I Can'T Live Without My Radio
Album: Radio
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): R Rubin, J Smith

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Lyric:
My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC vibrates the concrete
I'm sorry if you can't understand
But I need a radio inside my hand
Don't mean to offend other citizens
But I kick my volume way past ten

My story is rough, my neighborhood is tough
But I still sport gold, and I'm out to crush
My name is Cool J, I devastate the show
But I couldn't survive without my radio
Terrorizing my neighbors with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face

My radio's bad from the boulevard
I'm a Hip-Hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
'Cos I play everyday, even on the subway
I woulda got a summons but I ran away
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
But I know I can't live without my radio

Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block
I really don't care if you're jealous or not
'Cos I make the songs, you sing along
And your radio's def when my record's on
So, get off the wall, become involved
All your radio problems have now been solved
My treacherous beats make ya ears respond
And my radio's loud like a fire alarm

The floor vibrates, the walls cave in
The bass makes my eardrums seem thin
Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back
You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac
'Cos I drive up to the ave, with the windows closed
And my bass is so loud, it could rip your clothes

My stereo's thumpin' like a savage beast
The level on my power meter will not decrease
Suckas get mad, 'cos the girlies scream
And I'm still gettin' paid while you look at me mean
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
But I know I can't live without my radio
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
And I know I can't live without my radio

Don't touch that dial, I'll be upset
Might go into a fit and rip off your neck
'Cos the radio's thumpin' when I'm down to play
I'm the royal chief rocker LL Cool J
Let your big butt bounce from right to left
'Cos it's a actual fact this jam is Def
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history

I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid, 'cos Rick said so
Make the woofers wallop and your tweeters twitch
Some jealous knuckleheads might try to dis
But it's nuthin', ya frontin', ya girl I am stuntin'
And my radio's loud enough to keep you gruntin'

My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires behind the cassette
And now I'm on the right, standing on the eject
Wearin' light blue pumas, a whole lotta gold
And jams like these keep me in control
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
And I know I can't live without my radio

Your energy level starts to increase
As my big beat is slowly released
I'm on the radio and at the jam
LL Cool J is who I am
I'mma make ya dance, boogie down and rock
And you'll scratch and shake to my musical plot
And to expand my musical plan
Cut creator, rock the beat with your hands

That's right, so don't try to front the move
As you become motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and earl chillin' on the block
With my box cold kickin' with the gangster rock
See people can't stop me, neither can the police
I'm a musical maniac to say the least
For you and your radio I made this for
Cool J's here to devastate once more
Pullin' all the girls, takin' out MC's

If ya try to disrespect me, I just say please
Here to command the hip-hop land
Kick it live with a box inside my hand
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
But I know I can't live without my radio

Farmers boulevard, yeah
You know that's where me and E hang out, cool out
You know what I'm sayin'?
That's where the crib's at

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Zippo - Lyrics - Live Volume - Corrosion Of Conformity

Title: Zippo
Album: Live Volume
Artist: Corrosion Of Conformity
Composer(s): Woodroe Weatherman, Reed Mullin, Mike Dean, Pepper Keenan

Lyric:
Amplified on fire, strapped to take you higher
Queens appear, strapped, you made it clear
Is everybody with me, is everybody cool?
Is anybody lazy, am I the only fool?

I said, "Hell, maybe you's a rock 'n roller
You know, you know"
Hell, maybe I should've been colder, you know, you know
Ditch that wish and sell your soul

That's what makes it so damn hard to find her, to find her
Was down beat crazy, lumps to make you hazy
Ride on fear, wings they disappear
Is everybody with me, is everybody cool?
Is anybody lazy, am I the only fool?

And I said, "Hell, yeah, maybe you's a rock 'n roller
You know, you know"
Hell, maybe I should've been colder, you know, you know
[Incomprehensible]

I was down town freaky, strapped you made it tricky
Heads go under, show no gonna roll you over
Is everybody with me, is everybody cool?
Is anybody lazy, am I the only fool ?

I said, "Hell, yeah, maybe you's a rock 'n roller
You know, you know"
Hell, maybe I should've been colder, you know, you know
Ditch that wish and sell your soul
Life that touch and make your body rock, oh
Make your body rock, oh, make your body rock, oh
Make your body

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Congratulations Song - Lyrics - Live Volume - Corrosion Of Conformity

Title: Congratulations Song
Album: Live Volume
Artist: Corrosion Of Conformity
Composer(s): Woodroe Weatherman, Reed Mullin, Mike Dean, Pepper Keenan

Lyric:
Standin' on the ceiling, it's alright, alright
Suspended by the dreams you seem to lose
You've been floatin' for a while, a while, can't hold on
Standin' on the ceiling, baby it's alright, it's alright, alright

Somebody is tryin' to get the best of me
Congratulations song
And now your're flying like you wanna be
Right where you belong

Starin' at the wall like it's window, don't know
Blinded by the stones you wish to be
You've been starin' for a while, a while, knock it down
Starin' at the wall like it's a window, don't know, don't know

Somebody is tryin' to get the best of me
Congratulations song
And now you're flying like you wanna be
Right where you belong

Runnin' from the sun again, it's alright, alright
Runnin' from the dreams you seem to lose
You've been runnin' for a while, a while
You can't slow down
Runnin' from the sun again, it's alright, alright, alright

Somebody is tryin' to get the best of me
Congratulations song
And now you're flying like you wanna be
Right where you belong
Right where you belong
Right where you belong
Right where you belong

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13 Angels - Lyrics - Live Volume - Corrosion Of Conformity

Title: 13 Angels
Album: Live Volume
Artist: Corrosion Of Conformity
Composer(s): Woodroe Weatherman, Reed Mullin, Mike Dean, Pepper Keenan

Lyric:
Sleep, sleep, sleep, oh, sleep for me
And rest your soul, just like the roses at your feet
Dream, dream, dream, dream awhile for me
And travel far away 'till the distance is complete

There's 13 angels standing on display
I think they're gonna take you away
One life time gone and now your soul is dead
The angels just shake their heads

Oh, faith, faith, faith, have faith for me
I've lost it long ago somewhere I shouldn't be
Heart, heart, heart, save your heart for me
It's the only place I've been with everything I need

There's 13 angels standing on display
I think they're gonna throw me away
One life time gone and now my soul is dead
The angels just shake their heads

Oh, maybe I'm a life time soldier
Never dying, never gettin' older
Maybe I'm a life time soldier
Lost along the way

High, high, high, stay high for me
And let me see the things I never thought I'd be
Wait, wait, wait, please wait for me
I've traveled far and wide without a destiny

There's 13 angels standing on display
I think they're gonna take you away
One life time gone and now my soul is dead
The angels just shake their heads

Oh, maybe I'm a life time soldier
Never dying, never gettin' older
Maybe I'm a life time soldier
Lost along the way

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Albatross - Lyrics - Live Volume - Corrosion Of Conformity

Title: Albatross
Album: Live Volume
Artist: Corrosion Of Conformity
Composer(s): P Keenan, R Mullin

Lyric:
Well, I'm feelin' left behind
Lord, what a waste of time?
They're gonna get you, run on
How can I respect your crime?
When all you criminals whine
They bought and sold you, run on, run on, yeah

Well, you can call me crazy
You can call me wrong, 'cause
See I was born a liar, albatross
Fly on, fly on

My home is kind, man it pays to be blind
Well, I promise to forget you, run on, yeah
No swallowed pride, no conspiracy lie
Oh, broken promise of virtue, run on, Lord, run on

Well, you can call me lazy
But I know where I belong, 'cause
'Cause I was born a liar, albatross
Fly on, fly on with your trust in love
From your God above, ha, ha

Ooh , I believe the albatross

Well, you can call me crazy
You can call me wrong, wrong
'Cause I was born a liar, albatross
Fly on, fly on

I should have seen the signs
Now the memories far behind
It was no big loss, fly on albatross, yeah

Fly on, fly on albatross, yeah
Fly on, fly on

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Shelter - Lyrics - Live Volume - Corrosion Of Conformity

Title: Shelter
Album: Live Volume
Artist: Corrosion Of Conformity
Composer(s): P Keenan

Lyric:
Once in a while
You been better listenin' to the fools for a change

I can see it in your eyes
It's the ones not like you
You despise

I'm no different than you, it's just that I do whatever I want to
That's what sets us apart I was free from the start, now your leavin'
Tell me whose heart is bleeding?

So, once in a while
You been better listenin' to the fools for a change

One comes around follows and the truth becomes harder to swallow
So, bang, bang they shoot you down
No one says a word as your body hits the ground
Oh pick her up and put her down

The crowd screams aloud "She's not breathing"
And the only hands that reaches, is the one alone
You've been cheatin' my friend
Tell me whose heart is bleeding again?

So, once in a while
You been better listening to the fools for a change

Oh once in a while
You'll be better listening to the fools

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Clean My Wounds - Lyrics - Live Volume - Corrosion Of Conformity

Title: Clean My Wounds
Album: Live Volume
Artist: Corrosion Of Conformity
Composer(s): P Keenan

Lyric:
I see the world through blood shot eyes
Streets filled with blood from distant lies
No the world never comprise
The real time for rearranging

Help me Jesus, help me clean my wounds
He said, ?He cannot heal that kind?
Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind
He said, ?It happens every time?

(Knock it down)
And that's how the story goes
(Knock it down)
In the land of a 1000 no's
(Knock it down)
I'm all over you in time my mind is changing
Oh knock it down

Black on black gives me a heart attack
And the silence makes it deadly
Some choose to kill with a simple will
I've seen them fall fast and steady

Help me Jesus, help me clean my wounds
He said, ?He cannot heal that kind?
Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind
He said, ?It happens every time?

(Knock it down)
And that's how the story goes
(Knock it down)
In the land of a 1000 no's
(Knock it down)
I'm all over you in time my mind is changing

Twist of fate won't give me a break
And myself I'm slow and tired
I've got to rise with these blood shot eyes
But I keep falling when I'm higher

Help me Jesus, help me clean my wounds
He said, ?He cannot heal that kind?
Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind
He said, ?It happens every time?

(Knock it down)
And that's how the story goes
(Knock it down)
In the land of a 1000 no's
(Knock it down)
We are bleeding sins and our sins are always fading

Oh fading, oh fading, oh fading
Oh knock it down, knock it down
Oh knock it down, knock it down
Oh knock it down, knock it down
Oh knock it down

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Who'S Got The Fire? - Lyrics - Live Volume - Corrosion Of Conformity

Title: Who'S Got The Fire?
Album: Live Volume
Artist: Corrosion Of Conformity
Composer(s): Woodroe Weatherman, Reed Mullin, Mike Dean, Pepper Keenan

Lyric:
Oh, say man, are you still alive?
'Cause I heard your ship was sinkin'
Back in town, but your soul ain't down
Man, I know the feelin', I'm talkin' 'bout it

Who's got the fire?
Who's got the fire?
Who's got the fire?
Leave it for the love, try to call me a liar

Hey you, Mr. Highball
Too young to walk, to old to crawl
Quittin' time, but is your soul better?
Never mind, never mind, I'm talkin' 'bout it

Who's got the fire?
Who's got the fire? Yeah
Who's got the fire?
Leave it for the love, put me out

Oh, To' up, from the Flo' up
I said stop, wait a minute now Hold up
Heat come around to hunt you down
What it is, what it is? I'm talkin' 'bout it

Who's got the fire?
Who's got the fire? Yeah
Who's got the fire?
Who's got the fire? Got it

Who's got the fire?
Who's got the fire?
Who's got the fire?
Leave it for the love, put me out

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Senor Limpio - Lyrics - Live Volume - Corrosion Of Conformity

Title: Senor Limpio
Album: Live Volume
Artist: Corrosion Of Conformity
Composer(s): P Keenan

Lyric:
"Busted bad and dusted boy, your mind's a terrible thing"
Said the man with a dirty hand who claimed that he was king
The chokin' angels from inside, tryin' to make them sing
'Cause your short of breath an' close to death from sleepin' on the wing

Dirty king, dirty king, now you're strapped in for the ride
It's so hard to be a fighter when your hands are always tied

A Mr. Innocent Blood and said he kills but just for love
Too bad the good ones always have to take your blame
Hey, sharp tongue liar, make all pay in a bed of fire
Too bad your dreams are always made of losin' games, loser

Dirty king, dirty king, now you're strapped in for the ride
It's so hard to be a fighter when your hands are always tied

But I want to, but I want to, but I want to
But my hands are always tied up
Ah, yes indeed

But I want to, I want to, I want to
But my hands are always tied up
Ah, dirty king

But I wish I had myself a dime
For every time I cursed your goddamn name
Ah, Miss Clean, yeah
Oh, motor

Sweatin' on the line, doin' forty, wastin' time
Ain't it funny how that money rots your brain?
Ah, put your soul on trial 'cause you lost it all to a tiny vial
Look in the mirror when you tell me whose insane, who?

Dirty king, dirty king, now you're strapped in for the ride
So hard to be a fighter when your hands are always tied

But I want to, but I want to, but I want to
But my hands are always tied up
Ah, yes indeed

But I want to, I want to, I want to
But my hands are always tied up
Ah, dirty king

But I wish I had myself a dime
For every time I cursed your goddamn name
Ah, Miss Clean, yeah

Your soul in a battle of dope

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Truck Volume - Lyrics - Genesis - Busta Rhymes

Title: Truck Volume
Album: Genesis
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Mike Elizondo, Trevor Smith, Scott Storch, Andre Young

Lyric:
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Turn my music up, turn my music up
Truck shit now, truck shit now
Truck shit now, truck shit now

Turn my music up, turn my music up
Truck shit now, live nigga bully foot
Brass knuckle rap shit now
Check it out now, yeah yeah

Relax that shit you talk
Before I sic my bitch on you
Let her bounce wit' your dick on a fork
I bring a bigger storm to calm your clouds

I own a couple things I even own a farm wit' cows
I own a moment when my niggas run deep through crowds
Like how a pregnant woman breast milk leak through her blouse

A lot of niggas love to wish on a star
Give a fuck who you are
I know some niggas that'll piss on ya car

Now see every time we step in the place
I give y'all niggas shit that put a fowl look on ya face
Rock ice like I was never more able
Don't drink coffee 'cause my diamonds be cuttin' the glass on the table

Hey, I be the lost found tribe of shabazz
Bless niggas then I plant another bomb on ya ass
And then I put my students all in a class
To clear my ruler ship and leave y'all niggas fucked up doin' the math

One time now
Truck shit now, truck shit now
Turn my music up, turn my music up
Truck shit now
Truck volume, truck volume

I know you wanna get up on it
Let me show ya how we do
Every time we drop that shit
You know we put it down for you

Hey, hey
How many times you gonna crush down something
You need to change ya name up to buss a buss down something
Ya fuckin' with the highest, my nigga
Tryin' to fuck wit the giant might as well call me Goliath, my nigga

Come on, drop hot shit on the spot, sop it up wit a mop
Before the hungry come and shop on ya block
I know some niggas that'll love to blood suck you all
A thing of the past because them niggas stuck you all

One shot bust on the same bullet struck you all
And when they bounce you hear voices screamin' fuck you all
Gathered up about a thousand young bucks who brawl
It's decoys in case he needed to duck you all

That's why you betta move tight wit' ya click
Niggas be thirsty and quick just to be out before the night wit' ya shit
We keep it street and give a damn who you are
Make niggas wild and bitches spread and put they hands on the car

Now let me frisk 'em and shake they asses down to the floor
While dude wonderin' what them niggas is poundin' me for
What them niggas grillin', what them niggas houndin' me for
And for the pound and what them
What them niggas was surroundin' me for

Well, let me tell you what the fuck
We was surroundin' you for
We came to get you once
Well, now I come to get you for more

While your gettin' got
Niggas drinkin' ten dolla Hennessey shots
Gettin' drunk and wildin' out in the spot

What the fuck now
Truck shit now, truck shit now
Turn my music up, turn my music up
Hot shit now, street shit now
Truck volume

I know you wanna get up on it
Let me show ya how we do
Every time we drop that shit
You know we put it down for you

I know you wanna get up on it
Let me show ya how we do
Every time we drop that shit
You know we put it down for you

Hey, hey

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Video - Lyrics - Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds

Title: Video
Album: Ben Folds Five
Artist: Ben Folds
Composer(s): Ben Folds

Lyric:
Barren stares as they light up the screen
Bearing teardrops that shatter in slow motion
Novocaine our brains and we're out like lights
And as I'm growing older I'm bored
And I remember when misery thrilled me much more
When I can't relax and I'd like to go back

But that's gone, yeah that's gone
Turn around, turn the volume down
We're counting the days down
'Til the day when we'll live in a video
I'll be stone faced and pale you'll pout in stereo
Twenty four hours every day of the year
Now what fun, I can't wait 'til the future gets here

Closing in on the pain and the torture
He's slamming the door like it's something to strive for
The girl tearing curtains down, looks funny as hell
And of sense of humor can there be any doubt
Yeah well natural selection has weeded it out?
Just to keep me from laughing out loud

But that's gone, we don't think that way no more
That's gone, turn around, turn the volume down
We're counting the days down
'Til the day when we'll live in a video
I'll be stone faced and pale, you'll pout in stereo
Twenty four hours every day of the year
Now what fun, I can't wait 'til the future gets here

Well I've seen some old friends sort of die
Or just turn into whatever must have been inside them
And whatever all of us had then in common grew up and left home

We don't think that way no more
Turn around, turn the volume down
We're counting the days down
'Til the day when we'll live in a video
I'll be stone faced and pale, you'll pout in stereo
Twenty four hours every day of the year
Now what fun, I can't wait 'til the future gets here

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Video - Lyrics - Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds Five

Title: Video
Album: Ben Folds Five
Artist: Ben Folds Five
Composer(s): Ben Folds

Lyric:
Barren stares as they light up the screen
Bearing teardrops that shatter in slow motion
Novocaine our brains and we're out like lights
And as I'm growing older I'm bored
And I remember when misery thrilled me much more
When I can't relax and I'd like to go back

But that's gone, yeah that's gone
Turn around, turn the volume down
We're counting the days down
'Til the day when we'll live in a video
I'll be stone faced and pale you'll pout in stereo
Twenty four hours every day of the year
Now what fun, I can't wait 'til the future gets here

Closing in on the pain and the torture
He's slamming the door like it's something to strive for
The girl tearing curtains down, looks funny as hell
And of sense of humor can there be any doubt
Yeah well natural selection has weeded it out?
Just to keep me from laughing out loud

But that's gone, we don't think that way no more
That's gone, turn around, turn the volume down
We're counting the days down
'Til the day when we'll live in a video
I'll be stone faced and pale, you'll pout in stereo
Twenty four hours every day of the year
Now what fun, I can't wait 'til the future gets here

Well I've seen some old friends sort of die
Or just turn into whatever must have been inside them
And whatever all of us had then in common grew up and left home

We don't think that way no more
Turn around, turn the volume down
We're counting the days down
'Til the day when we'll live in a video
I'll be stone faced and pale, you'll pout in stereo
Twenty four hours every day of the year
Now what fun, I can't wait 'til the future gets here

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Truth Rap - Lyrics - Untold Story Volume II - Game

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Business Never Personal - Lyrics - Untold Story Volume II - Game

Title: Business Never Personal
Album: Untold Story Volume II
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Marcelle Tom, Jayceon Terrell Taylor

Lyric:
Yo, when I'm out in Oakland, catch me in the silver and black Coupe
With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue
When I'm out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous
'Cause they know I'm packin' heat under the Willie Mays jersey

Nigga, it ain't nuttin' for me to empty a clip
Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip
I know about gangs, had shootouts with plenty of Crips
I sold crack and been out of town with plenty of bricks

So ain't nuttin' you can tell me, about the game
Come with beef and leave here without your brains
And I'ma drive upstate and try to bounce this 'caine
In that Shelby the same color as moutanin rain

And you know I got the South clickin'
'Cause ain't nuttin' like niggaz with gold teeth
And them down South chickens
So fuck with my D and get found wit'cha mouth missin'
This ain't about you and me it's about business nigga

It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top

It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top

They don't understand me, like the Birdman I got candy
Put the herb in, I got family
I'm doin' 85, in the 50 mile an hour lane
Tryin' to handle my business, the Figaro stack change

Independent tycoons, tycoons, yeah
My niggaz puff trees, snort coke and chew shrooms
Bad to the bone, to the bone
And can't trust a nigga for shit 'cause Fed's on the phone

My whole crew dirty, fuckin' with amphetamines
Catch you slippin' blow your whole crew to smitharines
Now the streets knowin', knowin'
And I'ma run this shit back with my foot broke like Terrell Owens

Still blowin'
Like Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them bitches outs
We take trips out to Houston and D.C.
For the West coast, nigga can you feel me?

It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top

It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top

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Carrying On - Lyrics - Carrying On - Montgomery Gentry

Title: Carrying On
Album: Carrying On
Artist: Montgomery Gentry
Composer(s): Kevin Brandt, Bobby Terry, R. Anthony Smith

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Lyric:
There's those who turn their nose up
When we play our music loud
Those folks would love to take control
And turn our volume down

But we come from the country
And we live by the code
That if it feels good, we're gonna do it
There ain't no middle of the road

And no one's gonna tell me
How to live my life 'cause it's my life
And it ain't nobody's business
What kind of flag I fly 'cause that's my right

We just love what we're doing
You can hear it in our songs
We ain't gonna break, ain't gonna bend
We're just carrying on

It's a sign of the times, everybody trying
To be politically correct
But worrying 'bout what other people think
Will make you a nervous wreck

Well, we're just here to tear the house down
With the many or the few
There ain't no law against having a ball
And that's just what we'll do

And no one's gonna tell me
How to live my life 'cause it's my life
And it ain't nobody's business
What kind of flag I fly 'cause that's my right

And no one's gonna tell me
How to live my life 'cause it's my life
And it ain't nobody's business
What kind of flag I fly 'cause that's my right

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Z - Watch Me - Lyrics - Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter - Jay

Title: Z - Watch Me
Album: Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Rob Mays, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Yeah
Boom boom boom
D R E
Say it with me niggaz, boom boom
And Jay Z
Boom boom boom boom
What the fuck?
Boom boom boom boom
Watch me
Jigga man ya heard boom boom boom
Brooklyn ya heard boom boom booom
Compton
Gotti gotti ya heard
Yo c'mon

You gotta pop that styles, rock that watch dial
See that Benz? Cop that now drop that top down
They gon' kill us anyway them cops uptown
Hit holmes with forty one rounds
Live yo' life, get yo' ice she been with you since day one nigga
Trick on yo' wife spend that dough when in doubt take that trip
She ain't livin' for the moment homey shake that bitch

He that cool he can't take you nowhere then leave that fool
Be that rude if he that cool save for what ball 'til your days is up
This place is fucked all type of AIDS and such
How they make it where you afraid to fuck
They gave us drugs then turned around and investigated us
Life is short then you on life support
So in between it all I'm a say I seen it all, watch me

Place yourself in the shoes of true felons
And tell me you won't ball every chance you get
(Watch me)
At any, chance you hit
(That's right)
We live for the moment
(Yo, watch, watch)
Makes sense don't it now make dollars
(Watch me)
You see me around some cheese
(Watch me)
See me with hustlers around them G's
(Watch me)
Blowin' dro runnin' through pounds of weed
(Watch me)
At the bar baby, round's on me
(Watch me)

Watch me turn somethin' out of nothin' turn platinum from gold
Watch me light the cohiba off the Viking stove
I take an empty bank account fill it with oh's
I take an empty building then I fill it with hoes
Watch me cop that Coupe, shine for the ladies
Have 'em sayin', "Damn I never seen a watch that blue"
And while they still mesmerized I pop that cooch
Shit, law enforcement couldn't stop that dude

Guess who fresh off of 'Volume 2'
Back at you, peep the numbers my album do
They call me champagne hovah, wake up with a hangover
When y'all think the game's over do the same thing over
Still with the same soldiers
Still gettin' brain and it's plain ain't a thang gon' change over
Hop out the truck hand on my cock and nuts
Who got the bank I'm stoppin' it up watch me

Place yourself in the shoes of true felons
And tell me you won't ball every chance you get
(Watch me)
At any, chance you hit, we live for the moment
Makes sense don't it, now make dollars
(Watch me)
You see me around some cheese
(Watch me)
Hangin' with hustlers around them G's
(Watch me)
Blowin' dro runnin' through pounds of weed
(Watch me)
At the bar bitch round's on me
(Watch me)

Yo the watch too rocky, need shades
Continental sittin' on blades, spinnin' like waves
Gun too brocky, behave
Big shot, plus I'm feelin' like Rocky these days
Ice don't melt I could ski through a heatwave
Nights won't help you see Jay, it'll be day
My shit too bright, I rip through mics
Plus I push more powder than crystal light

Chick mad, said I hold my pistol too tight
Get a grip bitch, this how I get through life
I buy out the bar spit Crist' through the mic
See Jigga in the 6 and all the shit you like
See Jigga givin' dick to every bitch you like
I told her it's 'Jay-day and hit you night'
You wanna see me again you gotta get two dice
I got rules I can't hit you twice you heard me
Watch me

Place yourself in the shoes of true felons
And tell me you won't ball every chance you get
(That's right)
At any, chance you hit, we live for the moment
Makes sense don't it, now make dollars
(Watch me)
You see me around some cheese
(Watch me)
See me with hustlers around them G's
(Watch me)
Blowin' dro runnin' through pounds of weed
(Watch me)
At the bar baby round's on me
(Watch me)

(Watch me)
You see me around some cheese
(Watch me)
Hangin' with hustlers around them G's
(Watch me)
Blowin' dro runnin' through pounds of weed
(Watch me)
At the bar bitch, round's on me
(Watch me, watch me)

Jigga, Jigga shit huh
Brooklyn, Brooklyn shit huh
(Compton)
Gotti, gotti shit huh?
(C'mon)
Lil' rob shit huh
(C'mon)
Roc-a-fella shit y'all
(C'mon)
Murder, murder shit y'all
(Watch me)

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No Tell Lover - Lyrics - Greatest Hits: Volume II (Chicago XV) - Chicago

Title: No Tell Lover
Album: Greatest Hits: Volume II (Chicago XV)
Artist: Chicago
Composer(s): Lee Laughnane, P Cetera, Daniel Seraphine

Lyric:
Pretty smile, lovely face and a warm breeze
Now I need you lady
You're my no tell lover

Every night in a different place
I'll meet you tender lady
You're my no tell lover

Everyone keeps tellin' me
That this affair's not meant to be
Even though I need you night and day

Walk away if you see me coming
Even though it's you I'm lovin'

Every minute is an hour
Every day's a lonely lifetime
You're my no tell lover

Little time that we spend together
Just can't last forever
You're my no tell lover, yeah

Everyone keeps tellin' me
That this affair's not meant to be
Even though I need you night and day

Walk away if you see me coming
Even though it's you I'm lovin'

I want her, I can't leave her
I won't live without her
There's nothing left to say
I want her, I can't leave her

Pretty smile, lovely face and a warm breeze
Now I need you lady
You're my no tell lover, yeah

And every night in a different place
I'll need you tender lady
You're my no tell lover

Everyone keeps tellin' me
That this affair's not meant to be
Even though I need you night and day

Walk away if you see me coming
Even though it's you I'm lovin'

I want her, I can't leave her
I won't live without her
She's my no tell lover

I want her, I can't leave her
I won't live without her
She's my no tell lover
...

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Game Get Live - Lyrics - Untold Story Volume II - Game

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

Lyric:
You can catch five or catch me in the C.L.5
Whatever way dog, the game get live
Keepin' it gangsta in a P.D. city velor
Late night, I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four

The hood love me, hood rats gotta hug me
Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly
Rock the mic anywhere and I ain't talkin' 'bout a concert dog
Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in converse dog

Get it crackin' like we out in the yard and the warden's watchin'
Only difference is the whores is watchin'
Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's
Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like

I'm a gangsta bay-bee, from the C.P.T.
Run with the pound like I'm from D.P.G.
If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't no limit
And I represent the P like Russell Simmons

I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the black socks and get low we get dough
In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'

I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the black socks and get low we get dough
In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'

I'm a shinin' star
And I gotta hit the boulevard in that new jaguar
Why he move through traffic like that, Purple Haze
Ralways, The Ojays, the gangsta lean so

Please believe that I keep two G's in my jeans
Two gats in my sleeve, two rats in my beam'
X-5, mami let's ride
Weave in and out of traffic from Compton to Bed-Stuy

It's the kid from the far west I, oh, shit
He know how to do more than flip pies
Get money like them stick up guys
Them "Ocean 11" licks got the young kid rich for life

And I talkin' 'bout a movie or George Clooney
I'm talkin' 'bout, runnin' in your spots with uzis tucked in the Coogi
Dude me? Naw truly, might lose your lives
They say, "I've, got 2K2 covered like A.I."

I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the black socks and get low we get dough
In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'

I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the black socks and get low we get dough
In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'

I know ya, love to watch me, 'specially when I'm lookin' rocky
The trey with the Broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki
Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes
A.D. jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels

In my neighborhood, I'm young Bill Gates, never shuffle the cake
So cover my face and run up in the place
I'm a superstar, dick and my chain, glass bezel and bang
80 karats on my pinky and rang

Crews buzz when you speakin' my name, 'cause I'm deep in the game
With top cool thangs and million dollar planes
I'm a maniac, young boy gone, like a young Roy Jones
You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home

In my neighborhood, produce stars, stakes is high
Now we soarin' through the spacious skies
Drop yo' body with them cakes and ride, the handle is up
Switchin' gears with the pedal and ride

I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the black socks and get low we get dough
In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'

I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the black socks and get low we get dough
In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'

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