Winner Takes It All - Lyrics - Sammy Hagar

Title: Winner Takes It All
Artist: Sammy Hagar
Composer(s): Giorgio Moroder, Tom Whitlock

Lyric:
I watch with open eyes
Till it's time to take it all the way
Hey, every day the game is ours to play
Oh, tell me why there are no alibis

'Cause winner takes it all, loser takes a fall
Fight to the beginning of the end
Winner takes it all, till he breaks the fall
In time he'll make it over the top, hey

Hey, you listen when I say
There's a dream oh, that's comin' true today, yeah
Never turn away when the challenge is alive
The choice is yours to make, in every chance you take

'Cause the winner takes it all, loser takes a fall
Fight to the beginning of the end
Winner takes it all, till he breaks the fall
In time he'll make it over the top

First the mind, then the soul
And when the heart gets pumped up for the goal
There's no defeat, you'd sooner die
It's man to man as we stand eye to eye

Oh, winner takes it all, loser takes a fall
Fight to the beginning of the end
Winner takes it all, till he breaks the fall
In time he'll make it over the top

Oh, winner takes it all, loser takes a fall
Fight to the beginning of the end
Winner takes it all, till he breaks the fall
In time he'll make it over the top

Winner takes it all, loser takes a fall
Fight to the beginning of the end

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Loser Gets It All - Lyrics - Forbidden - Black Sabbath

Title: Loser Gets It All
Album: Forbidden
Artist: Black Sabbath
Composer(s): Anthony Hareford, Anthony Iommi, Geoff Nicholls

Lyric:
It's a loaded dice, that you throw this time
If you turn the ace, it'll turn out fine
When you spin the wheel, and you get your call
South of the line, well, the loser gets it all

One too many days, one too many nights
You cried too many tears, had too many fights
And you know it's a bad time, bad time to lose
God knows there's no good time

Too many days and too many nights
You cried too many tears, had too many fights
And you know it's a bad time, bad time to lose
Yeah, yeah, bad time to lose

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The Road - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: The Road
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Sitting alone in my hotel
Looking in the mirror wondering, well
After all this time you never thought
You'd still be out on the road

Like a gypsy I was born to roam
Like a wanderer with no fixed abode
I think about the friends
I've left behind on the road

Well, the road's been rocky along the way
It's been a long, hard haul on the motorway
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day

(On the road)
The bed and breakfasts and the greasy spoons
(The road)
The loser bars and the noisy rooms
(The road)
The casualties who did too many lines
(The road)
I'm wasted talent on women and wine

I think of all the friends I've left behind
Whenever it's time to get back out on the road

Started playing blues in a coffee bar
I took a trip down the Charing Cross Road
With my imitation Gretsch guitar
And my head full of songs and my eyes full of stars

I saw a band called the Rolling Stones
I thought, "That's it, I'll get a band
I'm leaving home, I'm out on the road"

The motorways all over this land
(The road)
Far away places like Wigan and Birmingham
(The road)
Didn't have no name, didn't have any fans
(The road)
Didn't have no money, so we slept in the van

All those early gigs we ever played
Sometimes we were lucky if we even got paid
On the road

Pete played on the bass guitar
(The road)
Liked to get around, mixing with all the stars
(The road)
But Mrs. Avory's child was all fingers and thumbs
(The road)
But solid as a rock, setting time on the drums

While Dave, the Rave hit the rock 'n' roll riffs
Yours truly strummed away with a slightly limp wrist
On the road

Everyday is when I can't get used to it
Everyday is when I can't get away
Another day, another freeway to face
That's the road

Well, life is a road, it's a motorway
And the road gets rocky along the way
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day

(On the road)
Jimi Hendrix, The Who, the Led Zeppelin and Free
(The road)
They took the road so it's alright by me
(The road)
Some are survivors, some are debris
(The road)
If you play in a band that's the road that you take

Living in it, eating in it, sleeping in it
You wake up in the morning, what do you see?
The road

Life is a road, it's a motorway
Lost a lot of good friends along the way
All the families and homes that I've left behind
To the wives and the lovers and friends who had their time

I say, "You take your road and I'll take mine"
(You take your road and I'll take mine)
You take your road and I'll take mine
(You take your road and I'll take mine)

Life is a road, it's a motorway
And the road gets rocky along the way
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day

(On the road)
Observed all the various phases from
Flower power, heavy metal and acid rock
And still all the critics keep saying
"Are they still around? When they gonna stop?"

It's just the dedicated followers of fashion who like putting down
All the well respected men who came dancing and are still on the road

(The road)
Sometime I get suicidal
(The road)
Now everyone is a rival
(The road)
Different cars, different bars and hotels
(The road)
Corporations, big business and egos

When it all gets too bad I think back
When we were all each other had
When we started out on the road

And there's gas in my tank
And I've still got a way to go
Another hotel, it's time to check out soon
As I look around the room

I think of all the friends I've left behind
On the road

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Plan Went Sour - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Plan Went Sour
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher N Dorsey, Byron O Thomas

Lyric:
Picture, I'm always plannin' kaperz, tryin' to come up on cheese
But my kaperz goin' sour for the Lil' B.G., peep me

I was born a loser, a stank pussy abuser
Murders I'm accused 'cause I'm a AK user
Struggle for my stat to be phattest on knots
Pack Glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, it's hot

'Cause it's bumpin', got nothin' but dope traffic
Six figgas what I'm after, can't be playin' and laughin'
Young wit good sense, bent behind the tents
In front of this baller house that I'm 'bout to go in

I got it mapped up, it's planned all out
I demand you denied, them lights goin' all out
I done scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks
Hope inside they got a bird of coke and 10 G

The niggas in the project come in black like always
Invisible wit the mack, it's dark in the hallways
Creepin' so slow 'cause it's on the second flo'
I gets up there, they got a crack in the front do'

I push it wit ease, nigga freeze, get on yo knees
No keys, no G's, I find dead bodies
Two wit head shots, one nigga still breathin'
He bleedin' heavily, I'm leavin' a made G

Get back to the car, tryin' to get far as I can
Nigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin' in my hand
It's one way goin' gettin' money and the power
Gotta think again 'cause my plan went sour

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

I lay back and think again, tryin' to come up on cheese
Do what I gotta do, nigga it's all on me
Just like it's all on you to chose right from wrong
Might be a power move to go in this nigga home

I'ma handle my biz, plan it out and shit
Ain't killin' no kids but I'ma split his wig
If I have to spank his bitch, I'ma spank the ho
Get off the motherfuckin flo' and take me to the coke

Now where the stash at, where the cash at
Where the grass at, look at this
Chopper in my hand, I'ma blast that, pass that
Green shit wit Ben Franklin on it

I'll spill you nigga, ain't no need for thankin' on it
I gots to have it, up it busta, real fast
Fo' I get to the point, fuck it buster and I'll blast
You play with fire get burned, fuck wit B.G. get burnt

I'ma hustla 'til death, be trill to my last brat
I let my nuts hang, I'm 'bout money and the power
Thinkin' again 'cause my plan went sour
That's cold, man that's cold, my plan went sour

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

I planned this and I done planned that
But every time it go sour, I can't stand that
I want money and the power in my hand black
I'ma end up leavin' the game, what the fuck is that?

I done kidnapped, I done jacked, I done slung the mack
And every time the kaper over, I bring nothin' back
I have no paper and I'm sober I ain't havin' that
Any high-roller got what I want then I'm grabbin' that

All I got is my rap folder tryin' to make a mill
But they got niggas even colder tryin' to make a mill
I just be real and hope B.G., hit the jack pot
Put on the spot, every tape we drop, hit the store hot

We got a plan and we clique tight on the rise
I come out Juvey ride, Hot Boyz come out, we all ride
I'm 'bout mine and ya know to progress, gotta struggle
Do what I gotta do, gotta rap hustle

Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, fuck ya, hoes jock ya mail
You know I gotta duck but I'm tryin' to bring up tape sales
'Cause I got a plan, I got a plan to go platinum
Holdin' my dick, G's and a strap in my hand

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

Nigga, respect that, all these niggas puttin' on they black mask
Dressin' up to get dey cash, ya heard me, don't go in that kaper
If it ain't planned right 'cause it aint gon' come out right
You ain't gon' come out wit no mail, make sure you got it down pat

I done been through it and I ain't bring nothin' back
But I'm bringin' this shit to the fuckin' distribution people
And they sendin' some shit back, ya heard me, it's all gravy
Cash Money Records, Black Connection on the rise, all the time

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Take A Look Around (Mission Impossible 2 Theme) - Lyrics - Limp Bizkit

Title: Take A Look Around (Mission Impossible 2 Theme)
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Fred Durst, Lalo Schifrin

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Lyric:
All the tension in the world today
All the little girls fillin' up the world today
With the good comes the bad, the bad comes the good
But I'ma live my life like I should

Now all the critics wanna hit it, to shit-can how we did it
Just because they don't get it
But I'll stay fitted, new era committed
Now this red cap gets a wrap from these critics

Do we always gotta cry?
Do we always gotta live inside a lie?
Life's just a blast, it's movin' really fast
Better stay on top or life'll kick you in the ass

Follow me into a solo, remember that
Kid, so what you wanna do?
And where you gonna run when you're starin' down
The cable of a mic pointed at your grill like a gun

Limp Bizkit is rockin' the set
It's like Russian Roulette, when you're placin' your bet
So don't be upset when you're broke and you're done
'Cause I'ma be the one 'til I jet

I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
Now I know why you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

Now you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately
Now you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

Does anybody really know the secret?
Or the combination for this life, and where they keep it?
It's kinda sad when you don't know the meanin'
But everything happens for a reason

I don't even know what I should say
'Cause I'm an idiot, a loser, a microphone abuser
I analyze every second I exist
Beatin' up my mind every second with my fist

And everybody wanna run
Everybody wanna hide from the gun
You can take that ride through this life if you want
But you can't take the edge off the knife

And now you want your money back
But you're denied, 'cause your brain's fried from the sack
And there ain't nothin' I can do
'Cause life is a lesson, you learn it when you're through

I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
Now I know why you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

Now you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately
Now you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

Now I know why
Now I know why
Now I know why
Now I know why

Now I know why you wanna hate me
Now I know why you wanna hate me
Now I know why you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

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Take A Look Around (Remix By Timbaland) - Lyrics - New Old Songs - Limp Bizkit

Title: Take A Look Around (Remix By Timbaland)
Album: New Old Songs
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Fred Durst, Lalo Schifrin

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Lyric:
All the tension in the world today
All the little girls fillin' up the world today
With the good comes the bad, the bad comes the good
But I'ma live my life like I should

Now all the critics wanna hit it, to shit-can how we did it
Just because they don't get it
But I'll stay fitted, new era committed
Now this red cap gets a wrap from these critics

Do we always gotta cry?
Do we always gotta live inside a lie?
Life's just a blast, it's movin' really fast
Better stay on top or life'll kick you in the ass

Follow me into a solo, remember that
Kid, so what you wanna do?
And where you gonna run when you're starin' down
The cable of a mic pointed at your grill like a gun

Limp Bizkit is rockin' the set
It's like Russian Roulette, when you're placin' your bet
So don't be upset when you're broke and you're done
'Cause I'ma be the one 'til I jet

I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
Now I know why you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

Now you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately
Now you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

Does anybody really know the secret?
Or the combination for this life, and where they keep it?
It's kinda sad when you don't know the meanin'
But everything happens for a reason

I don't even know what I should say
'Cause I'm an idiot, a loser, a microphone abuser
I analyze every second I exist
Beatin' up my mind every second with my fist

And everybody wanna run
Everybody wanna hide from the gun
You can take that ride through this life if you want
But you can't take the edge off the knife

And now you want your money back
But you're denied, 'cause your brain's fried from the sack
And there ain't nothin' I can do
'Cause life is a lesson, you learn it when you're through

I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
Now I know why you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

Now you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately
Now you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

Now I know why
Now I know why
Now I know why
Now I know why

Now I know why you wanna hate me
Now I know why you wanna hate me
Now I know why you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

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Take A Look Around - Lyrics - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water - Limp Bizkit

Title: Take A Look Around
Album: Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Fred Durst, Lalo Schifrin

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Lyric:
All attention in the world today
All the little girls fillin' up the world today
When the good comes to bad, the bad comes to good
But I'ma live my life like I should
(Like I should)

Now all the critics wanna hit it
Shit can, now we did it
Just because they don't get it
But I'll stay fitted
New era committed
Now this red cap
Gets a rap from his critics

Do we always gotta cry?
(Always gotta cry?)
Do we always gotta be inside a lie?
(Live inside a lie)
Life is just a blast movin' very fast
(Blast, blast, blast, blast)
Better stay on top or life will kick you in the ass

Follow me into a solo
Remember that, kid
So what you wanna do?
And where you gonna run?
When you starin' down a cable
Of a mic pointed, that you grill like a gun

Limp Bizkit is rocking the set
It's like Russian roulette
When you're placin' your bet
So don't be upset
When you're broke
And you're done
'Cause I'ma be the one
Till I jet
(I'ma be the one till I jet)

I know why you wanna hate me
(Why you wanna hate me)
I know why you wanna hate me
(Why you wanna hate me)
I know why you wanna hate me
(Why you wanna hate me)
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

I know why you wanna hate me
(Why you wanna hate me)
I know why you wanna hate me
(Why you wanna hate me)
Now I know why you wanna hate me
(Why you wanna hate me?)
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

Why you wanna hate me?
'Cause hate is all the world has seen, has seen lately
And now you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has seen, has seen lately

Does anybody really know the secret?
Or the combination for this life and where they keep it?
It's kinda sad when you don't know the meanin'
But everything happens for a reason
(Everything happens for a reason)

I don't even know what I should say
'Cause I'm an idiot a loser, microphone abuser
I analyze every second I exist
Beatin' up my mind every second with my fist

And everybody wanna run
(Wanna run)
Everybody wanna hide from the gun
(Hide from the gun)
You can take that ride through this life if you want
But you can't take that edge off that knife
(No sir)

And now you want your money back
(Your money back)
But you're denied 'cause your brain's fried from the sac
And there ain't nothing I can do
'Cause life is a lesson, you'll learn it when you're through

I know why you wanna hate me
(Why you wanna hate me?)
I know why you wanna hate me
(Why you wanna hate me?)
I know why you wanna hate me
(Why you wanna hate me?)
'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

I know why you wanna hate me
(You wanna hate me)
I know why you wanna hate me
(You wanna hate me)
Now I know why you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has seen, has seen lately

Why you wanna hate me?
'Cause hate is all the world has seen, has seen lately
Now you wanna hate me
'Cause hate is all the world has seen, has seen lately

Now I know why
Now I know why
Now I know why

Now I know why you wanna hate me?
Now I know why you wanna hate me?
Now I know why you wanna hate me?

'Cause hate is all the world has seen, has seen lately
'Cause hate is all the world has seen, has seen lately
'Cause hate is all the world has seen, has seen lately

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Kreep - Lyrics - Chino Xl

Title: Kreep
Artist: Chino Xl
Composer(s): Thomas Yorke, D Barbosa, Albert Hammond, Mike Hazelwood, E Romero, Edward O'Brien, Colin Greenwood, Jonathan Greenwood, Philip Selway

Lyric:
I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
I wish I was special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep

What the hell made you think the sun rose and set in your ass?
Fast I remove you from my itinerary
I tense you worry and exaggerate
Becoming jealous at the drop of a dime, wanting to kill all womankind

You are a perfect ten with the perfect tan goddess
Who could sell Evian to a drowning man, honest
Trying to stay sane walking that tight rope
I'm throwing you off the deep end, you better pray shit floats

You gave me chills to your mind when Beverly Hills
Make cleverly deals and now you think you Brooke Shields
Hated my foes, now you one of they one a day hoes
Used to search my ass straight for weed I smoked some days before

I'm crazy yo, forever goin' farther than just screwin' 'em
Making me feel like Joseph and Mary's hoein' in Jerusalem
Abusin' 'em is how they wanna be treated, they nosy too
Should I just slap 'em like Scheherazade told me to

You just a tease and you play like I'm not in your league
Capturing my mind, claiming I'm your biggest fantasy
I'm unattachin', what think you can spies me
If I couldn't hear your words and only judge you by your actions

Your love is sorcery, drowning in emotion, poisoning me
Unfortunately your memory is haunting me
I'm feeling pains that I can't even describe
But if I have to bitch, you fuckin' buried me alive

Your love counterattacks, unrealistic terroristic acts
Like the Oklahoma Federal Building I collapse
I want her back but I know that I can't force her
Thinkin' 'bout takin' my own life like Marlon Brando's daughter

I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special

But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
I wish I was special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep

I'm back in town, stoppin' it, makin' prerogative home
She too far gone, provocative as Sharon Stone
I'm feeling crucified by the very nails I made
And drove into myself, passed to the next guy

Phones ringin' in the middle of the night
(Who's that? Nobody?)
Your whole game is getting mad sloppy
Meanwhile in my hotel lobby my hobby is removing groupies off my body
It's getting cloudy, smoggy, visibility low, foggy

Four and a half years, I screwed up once
But this ain't your first time, don't be a dummy
You got champagne tastes with fuckin' beer money
Fearing bummy we had ups and downs but managed

Now the going gets rough, look how you vanished
It proves that life is a comedian like Martin Short
You standin' next to me, I wanna file a missing child report
To find the girl we'd always planned we'd run away together

Pray together, had a child swore, we'd stay together
You had your chance, shoulda been nice
Your game is deader than Vincent Price
Giving up your ass like you Heidi Fleiss

Fuck your pink cop crossing guard obsession
You're half-dresses looking like a Soul Train scramble contestant, bitch
In my arena, should I fight or just leave her
Catch amnesia, it's enough to make me catch a seizure
Catch a breather, Chino, do you even need her?
Should I take the three-eighty, assassinate her like Selena?

I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special

But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep

Yesterday I seen someone who looked just like you
She walked like you do, so I thought it was you
But then she turned around confusing me
Babyface couldn't bring no cool in me

No Love Connection channel five, no Chuck Woolery
Us growing old together is what I envision
You dealing with him but let's not make no haste decision
The mechanism is getting rusty, you won't trust me

You claim when I blow up I'll leave you for some mono toiling busty
I can't believe you placed this cock above me wrong
I know you like a book but I just cannot find what page you're on
Now you put you in the middle, your voice is just a riddle

Say you want me back then change your personality like Cybill
How hard I try, I just cry more with no reason to live, many to die for
Now as I sit in a smoky bar the night about to end
I'm passing time with strangers but this bottle is my only friend

Across the room I see a couple with no cares at all
Hugged up, kissing, reminding me of us before our fall
High, so full of hope and passion looking at her man
The way you used to look at me when I just held your hand

You gave me vast pain to live in the fast lane
I caught the last plane to give you my last name
I'm caught up, my family come first, that's how I'm brought up
This tragedy's worse than one I coulda thought up
The couple stood up, I'm feeling drugged like I took Mescaline
The couple I've been watching all the time, it was her and him

I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
I wish I was special, you're so very special

But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep
On Fantasy Island

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What It'S Like - Lyrics - House Of Pain

Title: What It'S Like
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Erik Schrody

Lyric:
We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange
He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes
"Get a job, you fucking slob," is all he replies
God forbid, you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues

Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love
He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll
I'm the man you've been dreaming of"
But 3 months later, he say he won't date her or return her calls
And she swear, "Goddamn, if I find that man, I'm cuttin' off his balls"

And then she heads for the clinic
And she gets some static walking through the door
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner
And they call her a whore
God forbid, you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose

Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like

I've seen a rich man beg, I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry, I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin, I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad and the downside of up
And everything between

I licked the silver spoon, drank from the golden cup
And smoked the finest green
I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start

I knew this kid named Max
Who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late
He liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs

Until late one night, there was a big old fight and Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain
You know it comes that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game
God forbid, you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose

Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like to have to lose

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What Its Like - Lyrics - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues - Everlast

Title: What Its Like
Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): Erik Schrody

Lyric:
We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange
He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes
"Get a job, you fucking slob," is all he replies
God forbid, you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues

Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love
He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll
I'm the man you've been dreaming of"
But 3 months later, he say he won't date her or return her calls
And she swear, "Goddamn, if I find that man, I'm cuttin' off his balls"

And then she heads for the clinic
And she gets some static walking through the door
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner
And they call her a whore
God forbid, you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose

Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like

I've seen a rich man beg, I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry, I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin, I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad and the downside of up
And everything between

I licked the silver spoon, drank from the golden cup
And smoked the finest green
I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start

I knew this kid named Max
Who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late
He liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs

Until late one night, there was a big old fight and Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain
You know it comes that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game
God forbid, you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose

Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like to have to lose

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Pay The Bill - Lyrics - Use Your Brain - Clawfinger

Title: Pay The Bill
Album: Use Your Brain
Artist: Clawfinger
Composer(s): Erlend Ottem, Joakim Skog, Zak Tell, Bard Torstensen

Lyric:
I can't complain I've made myself a name
And all I really want is five minutes of fame
Some material wealth and a life in good health
'Cause all I really care about is myself
I don't know a single thing about the situation
But why should I care about the next generation

I've got everything I need but I still want more
I can't understand why you complain 'cause you're poor
I don't feel sorry for you we've got the same possibilities
It's all about taking your own responsibility
I took mine so I deserve what I got

I've got my name on the wall of fame
I'm going straight to the top
It cost me a lot of money but I took my degree
And that's the biggest difference between you and me
There's not a thing in the world that my money can't buy
I can't understand why you didn't even try

So why complain I feel no shame I've used my skill
And the next generation has to pay the bill
So why complain I feel no shame I've used my skill
And the next generation has to pay the bill

You can't blame me because you're underfed
You should be glad that you've got a roof over your head
If you worked for a living you could pay your rent
Instead of begging me for help when all you're money's spent

You won't ever fool me because I know your type
I see you standing on the corner like a parasite
You're a loser and you know it but you don't even care
I can't understand why you say life ain't fair

So why complain I feel no shame I've used my skill
And the next generation has to pay the bill
So why complain I feel no shame I've used my skill
And the next generation has to pay the bill
Pay the bill pay the bill the next
Generation has to pay the bill
The next generation has to pay pay the bill

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't complain
I've done everything I can but it's still the same
I've got nothing to lose so why should I give a fuck
My life's a piece of shit and that's where I'm stuck
I never got a fair chance to even prove myself
So tell me why should I be nice to anybody else

You say you can't understand why I say life is a bitch
I can't understand how you can be so rich
So what do you mean we've got the same possibilities
I haven't even got your educational abilities
I dropped out of school before I took me degree

'Cause the welfare line made more sense to me
I try to work for a living so I can pay all my debts
And I've come to realize this is as good as it gets
I hate my fucking life more than you hate me
I just can't understand why this is how it should be

So I complain it's still the same
We're standing still while the
Next generation has to pay the bill
So I complain it's still the same

We're standing still while the
Next generation has to pay the bill
Pay the bill pay the bill the
Next generation has to pay, pay the bill

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The Coming - Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

Title: The Coming
Album: Soul Food
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Raymon Murray, Robert Barnett, Patrick Brown, Erin Johnson, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
As I begin fall in, I spark da riot, no longer quiet
I got a voice that's in ya ear, stand clear
It's madness everywhere I look but can't see so much
I can't explain how I feel on da real

Everyday is like a ferris, looking to find some wheels
Homey after homey dying over humbug
Keeping my mind immune to pain
I'm going insane just thinking about the past

At last, it's a future I can see much more that I got older
So I know how the game goes telling me like I can't cope
It's the dope you smoke that's why you looking at me ready to jack
'Cause that crack got your back broke

Have to learn the hard way out the hood, thank it's real
When it's flaw I saw this nigga get shot in front of my school
It wasn't cool, that gangsta shit affects not poppin' off
Just da 'jects 360 degrees all due with respect

It's da comin' of da killin' tool click
Atlanta's got a killin' tool
Watch me rule bitch, killin' tool click
Watch the killin' tool, watch the killin' tool click

Waa-tah, tha angelical Ninja when ya blink
You'll need a shrink, how da fuck did you think
Dat I could be sniped nigga? See you fuckin' right
I'm mo' try to kill ya, straight drill ya

I take my fuckin life serious
You attack my self defense is war period
I know niggas all over the Swats
Niggaz that'll get in yo' ass on the spot

Concoct like a wise wizard just 'cause I wear tha red eye
You may think I'm a high nigga
But looks could be deceiving
God lives within me and brother I feel Him

I speak to God before I take my gat and juice ya
'Cause He tha one that's holding my future
See as you learn me you journey out of time
'Cause your present state I gotta take ya out ya mind

Y'all done let tha devil tear your perfect world up
Got men sleepin' wit men and girls wit girls
Seems all right to you, hey but to me that's taboo, yes I do

Fuck that dumb shit, I comes wit, drums hit
Some get tha hummin', comin' from tha witch doctor's gunin'
Killin' tool click, come with the killin' tool click

[Incomprehensible] with soap sent you home
With yo' shit pokin' out, the loft shoutin' out obscenities
No it's just a dream but I'm a sore loser
Figg murderer, crosses burnin' in my front yard

KKK throwin' up rallies but not no more in these parts
Trespassers gets penalized, 2:13 A.M.
Basic nine channel surfin', this one eyed monster
Servin' it's purpose, Clampett's biggest hustle 1999

Three dollars plus shippin' an' handlin'
Major credit card holders accepted but I'm a minority
Septic tank on ABC
Turner broadcasting niggas done already took over this bitch

System just still runnin' to be or not to be
Done in at the push of a button
Is the question, I think they got this bitch rigged to blow up in my face
Duddy the first African American to walk in space

Now who you think had the pleasure of tryin' on they new suit
The nightmare continues, are we just penny gig's?

Comin' of da killin' tool click, come back to rule bitch
Comin' of da killin' tool click, killin' tool click, killin' tool click
Atlanta's got a killin' tool click, come back to rule bitch
Comin' of da killin' tool click, tool click, tool click

East Point, on the concrete is where I make my money at
On this concrete is where I make my livin' at
On this concrete is where your blood can flow
On this concrete, fool if I don't get tha dough

I'm pumpin' thangs out of suite 116
Got the Arab sewed up, stitched up, buckle up, buckle down
Hit the sto' 7-Tre-1 as soon as I exit 166, traffic gettin' stuck
But fuck this, I hit tha back streets, ended up coming down Childress

Ain't no space cut through the Fina, so I park, I hit my usual
I fuck and hold, flip and fold, no life insurance
But I got my Grady card depress me, stress me
Tha same that exploit me suppress me
Break Cam, run thinkin' of a son trying to see through tha fog
Just to see how far who's coming out the woods

And I suggest you don't fuck wit us, cracker, you stuck wit us
And you know how long we been waiting for you
Devil, We know what you been contemplating to do
We have been here before but surprise again

It is time for niggas to uprise again
But we've been down for so long that you wondering how
It ain't a weapon that you got that can stop me now
Because we don't die, we won't die

And won't never get no better if we don't try
But don't get scared niggas get prepared, I gotta care
'Cause them fuckin' devils never cared so come and find us
Get behind us, if you ain't hear the message clear then rewind us
'Cause we comin', we comin', we comin', comin', comin', yeah

Comin' of da killin' tool click, come back to prove it
Atlanta's got a killin' tool click, watch da tool click
Atlanta's got a killin' tool click, these boys got a killin' tool click
Killin' tool click, killin' tool click

Southwest Atlanta, Southwest
I suggest you don't mess with Southwest
I suggest you don't mess with Southwest
I suggest you don't mess with Southwest

[Incomprehensible]
Killin' tool click, killin' tool click, killin' tool click

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(Nfa) No Frontin Allowed - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: (Nfa) No Frontin Allowed
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Kenneth Gambrell, George Jr Clinton, Linda Shider, David L Spradley, Eric Breed

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Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]

Mad madness trashy brother from way back
We're blowin' mics since the days of 8-track
Certified, bonafied pull out the weapon
Rusted your ho's gets busted

Run your joules, shootin' up ya damn fools
Leavin' your loser lazy lyricist in bloody pools
Went away came back your still wack
Now your slobbin' Marly's mob for a dope track

Comin' off like a bra and it's the witness
No click-click a fru [Incomprehensible] business
Don't care about no money got props in it
Flippin, scripts with every letter in the alphabet

Wanna jump jump and jingle your rump rump
Here to pump punks with real hot lead chunks
Full-grown I ain't no baby with these rhymes kid
Put the mic down my peoples know where ya live

I chop you little brittle riddle right up the middle
And have the police playin' the fiddle in the hospital
Somebody said, "He couldn't rip with the roughness"
Rhymes kick your teeth but end up front less

Soul survivor of a thousand beats
Sendin' funeral wreathes to all ya use-to-be chiefs
Is a raw to a bearlin' in the woods [Incomprehensible]
Brothers tapes ain't jack their best tracks is wack

I heard you think you got a chance to win
But my Glock is stopped off to murder the top ten
Rough and rugged and raw I'm like a callous
The underground can say, "Ain't no fra-zontin in my palace"

[Incomprehensible]

Well can I be the flavor of the month? Why
I got the flavor plus I can bump a chump
I got the funk straight from my underground hide-out
I freak it in the house and let the hits just ooze out

Bust on the scene to let ya know I wasn't frontin'
Got ya screamin' for my album so I had to do somethin'
Write tonight to take a bit not a bite
And watch the [Incomprehensible] freak you with all my

Like here I am to save the day
I stop the tracks with the mic so I say to chay
And on guard when I'm swingin' for your brow
'Cause in the house of hits ain't no frontin' allowed

[Incomprehensible]

Just when you thought that it was safe to try and chop me
Run for ya life now here some Mr. Funky and I'm pissed
So watch how many heads I'll be the takeout
Boy ya better look out I work ya like a cook-out

So get the flavor the original Mr. funky [Incomprehensible]
And you watch me do my thing
Because I hit ya with the funk of the fly-talker
And make your girl bump-bump, get it, get it like Luke Sky Walker

I can't front, I love rappin' with a passion
Crash your head front into the funk you think I'm slam dancin'
See when you front you make mad
The alter weight [Incomprehensible]
Freak this, funky twin powers activate

Sheik on the mic with the cape and muscles
Crushin' MC's while their girls do the hustle
See other rappers try to dis the lords but yo, your dead wrong
Damn it, can't we all just get along?

We'll see there simply ain't no frontin' allowed
Yo, I'm out like the Cosby Show
Peace to the funky child

[Incomprehensible]

Punchin' your goddamn eyebrows off
Roughin' it up north lookin' like your laugh off [Incomprehensible]
It's a blash smash and crash from my stash
Be watchin' your back kid your girl and the phat path

Talkin' 'bout your macks and tax
What's with that? Your gettin' wet like slow sex
Rippin' on that old school kid
Leavin' sliced as a slit says I wet your crib

No question testin' the west and the east and
Once the ammo was released and
I'll make your girl come and getcha
Hope you get the picture boy your better off if a pit bit ya

What it is like in the illest fight believe the hype
I'm givin' crowds more nose jobs than Mike
Fight sight alright they bite spot light tonight is hype
Trigger happy tripe don't hit bite my owner's right

And ya know it's comin' off so don't ask it
Snatchin' the vocal and hotties on the rap tip
Mackin' ya boys up bringin' the noise up
And now ya need stitches because my voice cuts

Chainsaw gain more and reign raw
And never let a brother play it is my main law

[Incomprehensible]

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And He Gets The Girl - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

Title: And He Gets The Girl
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Wasalu Muhammad Jaco, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
Yo
Hold it now
Uh
Get up and walk up to her and say
(Go over there)
Hi, that's all you gotta do is say hi
That's all you gotta do, say hi

Well, I know I'm not the coolest
And this might sound kind of foolish
'Cause I know I'm not the smoothest
Told myself I shouldn't do this

'Cause I'm not very well suited
Not the popularist of students
We ain't in the same crowd
Always see you with the hoopers

But we got the same lunch
You might see me with the cooler
That's 'cause I don't eat pork
You can never be sure
Oh, you like Linkin' Park
That's the hat from the tour

I got a autographed shirt
They wrote, "Much love to ya"
Man that's really funny
How we like tha same music
But I really love jazz

I was gonna play the tuba
I tried to join tha band
They said I was really really bad
Didn't really make me sad

I'm used to being the loser
But you, I think you're super
So much I had to pursue ya
I don't believe the things they say
Or the football teams rumors

Tha quarterback can't spell
I'm his after school tutor
I just took a cue from cupid
Now I think it's stupid
I'm sorry

And then I walked away
Thinkin' that she would never talk to me
Like what were you thinking?
Bringing up the band

You would have got a better result
If would have just beat her up and ran
You shouldn't have worn your glasses
Take your shirt up out your pants
See, now it's all over
And you won't get another chance, damn

I was so close to her
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder
She said I know you're not the coolest
But I swear you are the cutest

And I know you played the tuba
I seen you at the recital
It takes a lot to get up there and embarrass yourself
But you shouldn't put down you should merit yourself

That's just mean you not a punk
I like the loneliest monk
Hest the wallpaper on my computer
I love final fantasy

I hate first person shooters
(Me too)
Meteora was nice but I bought Hybrid Theory twice
Half of tha cheerleading squad is in the stouper

Tha only reason I do it 'cause of my mother
Took state when she was a junior
And she want me to du tha same so I'm like naw
I wanna be an oncologist and diagnose tumors

I gotta a pet parrot his name is Mister Tuna
My favorite food is fish
Remember that for the future
My IM name is Miss Luana, you can hit me after six
(How you feelin' right now?)

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Come see more, we have things to do
(How you feelin' right now?)

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Flashdance Ii - Lyrics - Loser Anthems - Matthew Good Band

Title: Flashdance Ii
Album: Loser Anthems
Artist: Matthew Good Band
Composer(s): Matthew Frederick Good, David Robert Genn

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Lyric:
I am a very naughty monkey and I really think
This band is really shit, ha ha, I'm naughty, okay
Just forget it man, alright you slam your band, you're fired
I told you, we really fucking hate this band, they suck

She was a dancer, I was out work
She had a law degree, I used to be a clerk
She takes her clothes off for the Japanese
I take my clothes off whenever it suits me

Barely living but I'm living large
Well, it ain't the ending that I fear
So, let's go downtown and walk around
'Til you feel like the walls are caving in

You could sail beside the world tonight
They were taken and they would ruin you
You could sell us every words tonight

She had a name like April Spring
But her mother called her Judy
She takes her clothes off for the Japanese
She says they're nicer than most would be

Barely living, but we're living large
Well, ain't the middle that I fear
Put in the ground and wait around
'Til you feel like the walls are caving in

You could sail beside the world tonight
And they were taken and they would ruin you

Well, her hate is still prettier in person
Prettier than words now, prettier than, prettier than me
You could sail beside the world tonight

You're turning into the biggest it all gets
And my head is so light
You're turning into the biggest it all gets
And my head is so light, so, so light

You could sail beside the world tonight
And they were taken and they would ruin you
Well, her hate is prettier in person
Prettier than words now, prettier than me

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Give Up The Grudge - Lyrics - Foot In Mouth Disease - Gob

Title: Give Up The Grudge
Album: Foot In Mouth Disease
Artist: Gob
Composer(s): Theo Goutzinakis, Gabe Mantle, Butch Walker, Craig Wood, Tom Thacker

Lyric:
Don't make me listen to the stupid broken record again
The needle's skippin' and repeatin' never reaching the end
You know you're bitching and complaining like you've got it so tough
We're sick of all your crying will you ever shut up?

So keep bleeding your fake blood 'til no one even sees it
If that's the best you can make up at least act like you mean it

Give up the grudge, you better shut your mouth
Why you gotta judge everybody but yourself?
Take a look around you, there ain't nobody home
I may be a loser but at least I'm not alone

Your Mercedes won't start, yeah that's a crying shame
I guess 90 K a year buys nothing but complaints
The people in my neighborhood think that I'm a threat
While the boss gets richer they get deeper in debt

So keep bleeding your fake blood 'til no one even sees it
If that's the best you can make up at least act like you mean it

Give up the grudge, you better shut your mouth
Why you gotta judge everybody but yourself?
Take a look around you, there ain't nobody home
I may be a loser but at least I'm not alone

Give up the grudge, you better shut your mouth
Why you gotta judge everybody but yourself?
Take a look around you, there ain't nobody home
I may be a loser but at least I'm not alone

Give up the grudge, you better shut your mouth
Why you gotta judge everybody but yourself?
Take a look around you, there ain't nobody home
I may be a loser but at least I'm not alone
...

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House Of Cards - Lyrics - Elton John

Title: House Of Cards
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
I hear tales, some playboy has kidnapped your heart
With his plane and his plans for games after dark
Just a pen in his pocket and the price of a room
Where the secondhand sheets smell of stale perfume

If there's sharks in the water, don't swim where it's deep
For the taste of success can be bitter and sweet
It could be alright that I act like a child
But you'll be the loser when the jokers run wild

You're just playin' the game but the stakes are too high
What will you do when the chips start to fly?
When the deck's stacked against you and the livin' gets hard
Oh, it's four walls of madness in this house of cards

Come on, you call me but I know there's time
In a handful of diamonds, oh a heart's hard to find
And your house of cards starts weighin' you down
All your nights become restless when the clubs start to pound

You're just playin' the game but the stakes are too high
What will you do when the chips start to fly?
When the deck's stacked against you and the livin' gets hard
Oh, it's four walls of madness in this house of cards

You're just playin' the game but the stakes are too high
What will you do when the chips start to fly?
When the deck's stacked against you and the livin' gets hard
Oh, it's four walls of madness in this house of cards

Cards

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Had Enough Of You Today - Lyrics - Blackie & The Rodeo Kings

Title: Had Enough Of You Today
Artist: Blackie & The Rodeo Kings
Composer(s): Duvor Vulama, Bryan Anthony Potvin, Thomas Cunningham Wilson

Lyric:
I?m ugly, I?m lazy
I?m always there to take the blame
I?m a drag but you?ll never find out
Just push me around and I?ll walk away, walk away

I?m a genius, I can?t get straight
There?s supernatural in my hair
Space invaders all around me
Freak me out when I get down there

I?m getting lost before I get found out
I?m getting old before my time and it?s too late

So shut up, I?ll give up when I want to
Just shut up, I?m not listening to you
Say anything ?cause it don?t mean nothing
I?ve had enough of you today
I?ve had enough of you today

Now don?t try me, I?m so turned on
I?m in the game to break some eggs
I?m not a loser, I?m a time bomb
A superstar that always gets his way

I?m getting lost before I get found out
I?m getting old before my time and it?s too late

So shut up, I?ll give up when I want to
Just shut up, I?m not listening to you
Say anything ?cause it don?t mean nothing
I?ve had enough of you today
I?ve had enough of you today

So long, so long
So long, [Incomprehensible]

I?m getting lost before I get found out
I?m getting old before my time and it?s too late

So shut up, I?ll give up when I want to
Just shut up, I?m not listening to you
Say anything ?cause it don?t mean nothing
I?ve had enough of you today

So shut up, I?ll give up when I want to
Just shut up, I?m not listening to you
Say anything ?cause it don?t mean nothing
I?ve had enough of you today
I?ve had enough of you today
I?ve had enough of you today

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