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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Love With Caution - Lyrics - Arrivals and Departures - Silverstein

Title: Love With Caution
Album: Arrivals and Departures
Artist: Silverstein
Composer(s): Neil Boshart, Josh Bradford, Bill Hamilton, Paul Koehler, Shane Told

Lyric:
The river's running fast right now
It's the time of year the water cleanses itself
Running wild but always in control
And now's the time to sever the ties
To habits that we can't discuss by trying to sell

Break away this fear until it disappears
I'm not ready to swim, I'm not going to sink
I just want to float through the sea
Are you holding me down? Are you holding me up?
Or are you slowly drowning me?

There's something to be said for luck
It's better than being good
When half of being good is being lucky, anyways
We're spreading out, we're harder to hit
Become a moving target, drop your burden and abandon it

Break away this fear until it disappears
I'm not ready to swim, I'm not going to sink
I just want to float through the sea
Are you holding me down? Are you holding me up?
Or are you slowly drowning me, slowly drowning me?

I remember the day when I could walk right down the streets
And feel so confident and know every thing's okay
Take my hand, don't let go but please remember
Hearts can grow, we still have to take it slow

I love with caution and trust alone
I'm not ready to swim, I'm not going to sink
I just want to float through the sea
Are you holding me down? Are you holding me up?
Or are you slowly drowning me?

I'm not ready to swim, I'm not going to sink
I just want to float through the sea
Are you holding me down? Are you holding me up?
Or are you slowly drowning me, slowly drowning me?

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Lover'S Walk - Lyrics - Rock & Roll Music - Elvis Costello

Title: Lover'S Walk
Album: Rock & Roll Music
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
I won't walk with my head bowed
Beyond caution where lovers walk
My love walks where three's a crowd
Beyond caution where the lovers walk

Lovers walk, lovers scramble
Beyond caution where the lovers walk
Lovers step, shuffle and gamble
Beyond caution where the lovers walk

Lovers trip, lovers stumble
Lovers dip, lovers fumble
Lovers lip where love has crumbled
Beyond caution where the lovers walk

Lovers strut, lovers stroll, lovers leap
Lovers late, lovers wait
Making promises that they can't keep

Lovers link up arm and arm
Lovers slink up, lovers charm
Lovers drink up and come to harm
Beyond caution where the lovers walk

Love is gone and it's no one's fault
Love has stopped here, lovers halt
Lovers don't walk, lovers run

Will you look what love has done
Will you look what love has done
Will you look what love has done
Beyond caution where tha lovers walk

Now love's limping on a lover's crutch
Looking for a hand with a personal touch
Beyond caution where the lovers walk

Beyond caution where the lovers walk
Beyond caution where the lovers walk
Beyond caution where the lovers walk

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

2 Of You - Lyrics - Welcome To The Dollhouse - Danity Kane

Title: 2 Of You
Album: Welcome To The Dollhouse
Artist: Danity Kane
Composer(s): Adonis Shropshire, Wynter Gordon, Aion Clarke, Donnie Scantz, J. Sundance, Kendrick Dean, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
You make me hotter than Jamaica
Proceed with caution 'cause you're dangerous
Maybe it's just conservation
'Cause every minute, boy, I'm trying to savor all

When you're passing by me, I just want to do
Every little thing she wouldn't do for you
How could anyone not fall in love with you
Do something to me I wish that I had you

You're so hot, there must be two of you
Boy, you got me having breakfast in the afternoon
When you take my body up to the moon
If it's feeling so good, it has to be two of you

If you feel me, lemme hear it 1 time
If you feel me, lemme hear it 2 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 3 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 4 times

I don't care about your paper
Or how many gifts you pay for
Don't worry 'bout me bringing the bull-shhh
'Cause this feels too good to funk it up

When you're passing by me, I just want to do
Every little thing she wouldn't do for you
How could anyone not fall in love with you
Do something to me I wish that I had you

You're so hot, there must be two of you
Boy, you got me having breakfast in the afternoon
When you take my body up to the moon
If it's feeling so good, it has to be two of you

If you feel me, lemme hear it 1 time
If you feel me, lemme hear it 2 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 3 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 4 times

Now, let me see your hands up in the air
Yeah, do your dance
Tell me what you came here to see
C'mon and rock me

My name is Aubrey and I'm so cold
My style is flashy, your style is old

'Cause I'm fly as hell with the juicy humps
I don't want your man 'cause I got enough
So don't be mad at me 'cause he be calling my phone
I got my eye on one guy, tell him leave me alone

He likes my personality, one of a kind
I'm so unique, I set the trend you follow me
But this is one brings me to my knees

You're so hot, there must be two of you
Boy, you got me having breakfast in the afternoon
When you take my body up to the moon
If it feeling so good, it has to be two of you

If you feel me, lemme hear it 1 time
If you feel me, lemme hear it 2 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 3 times
If you're with me, lemme hear it 4 times

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Come Home With Me - Lyrics - Come Home With Me - Cam'Ron

Title: Come Home With Me
Album: Come Home With Me
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): George Clinton, Gregory Green, Jimmy L Jones, Cameron Giles, Seon Thomas, Juelz Santana

Lyric:
Ah yo, come on home with us man
Harlem World USA man
Take a walk with us on our block man
See how we live
Dip-sect

Yo, yo, come on home with me, early 90's
I wasn't pearly and shinning, I was certainly grimy
'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes
Or jewerly with the X O's
My house had asbestos, though I'm fixing up a 60 pack
Where the kitty cat, mice runnin' around the damn sticky trap
Come on home with me, where my mother found my crack platter
Threw it away so I snap at her, back slapped her

She picked up the bat like Maguire
For that matter hit me, I was back at her
Come home where I ducked the DT
Lying around the corner, but I'm getting the free cheese
Come on home with me, where I stand on my post
Playing my toast, dinner there was mayonaise and toast
And pepper, many nights I done slept with a hefa
Any beef came it left on a stretcher, Killa

Come on home with me, where they rapidly flossing
Where I beg Kim to have the abortion
Money brang back extortion, caution
There ain't no track in the office
Relax in the coffin, and the bitch know I'm serious
'Cause I'm never scared ma, unless you miss your period
So come home with me, where the girls wanna come home with me
And say Cam "If you leave, don't hit me", love to see the chrome whippy

The car a quarter mill, on the wheels I done blown 50
Dice game blown 50, Jones loan 60
Head cracks thrown swiftly, took it home with me
So come home with me, where a nigga make Starbucks
I'm about to cop a Starbucks, I reversed on my hard luck
Now I'm at the dealer buying car trucks
Aww shucks

Come home with me, to the streets, the slums, the ghetto
That's home to me, everynight my girl crying to come home with me
No, come home with me where there so many cops
The block is boiling and the food is spoiled but that pot
With the rock is boiling, same pot mommy cook with, left the oil in
Come on home with me, where these bitches is frauds
Niggas don't listen to broads
They having you sitting in court for kids that ain't yours

Come home with me, where everyday the glocks go pop
Where the front doors broke and them locks don't lock
Come home with me, dog where the beef is seeking
Kids don't trick or treat, they get tricked for treating
Come home with me, where the pistol squeezing
Niggas twist they cheekin', ripped to pieces
Our kids get even, come home with me
Don't leave your condoms behind

'Cause them bitches leave there martians behind
Pray to God that I'm fine, come on home with me
Come on zone with me, come on walk through this cold city
Where these kids need food
Niggas need guidance and bitches need roofs
Come on home with me, where niggas living off they last bucks
Phone is off, rent is backed up
Come on home with me, niggas strap up

Hit the street gats up, clack up and get they money back up
Come on home with me, every block got a crack in it
Every hallway got a nigga with some crack in it
Don't get trapped in it

Come on home with me, where my parents
Would leave me alone, so early I was free to just roam
7 keys to the home, 11 trees to the dome
13 I ran the streets with the chrome
Come on home with me, where the buses don't run
And my dogs stay busting there guns
Think that getting caught by Justice is fun?
Keep a blade up the in the gum, this is Harlem World

Where the fuck is you from?
Come on home with me every few minutes, was a knock on the door
Fiends coming copping the raw, clothes kicks socks on the floor
Mommy like be quiet 'cause I really think them cops at the door
Is the locks on the door?
Come on home with me, where grandmothers is 30
One gram on that butter is 30
4 grand is my cut from the birdy, school cutting it early

Don't stutter mothafuckers you heard me, uh
Come on home with me these are the facts, Steve Francis and Latifah
Got jacked, Mike Tyson punch Mitch Green in the face
Sarge snatched by the feds, we was the case
No shit he still pleading his case, come home with me
Hoes say thats Jones with you, but I wouldn't take him home with you
Come home with me, get stoned with me, be zoned with me
The chrome you see, the Jones you see, dip-sect, come home with me

Dip-sect nigga, Jim Jones, [Incomprehensible], Killa
Freaky Zekey, Juelz Santana
Blak A Don Dipomatic
We comin' for ya 2 double 1
For life hold that down and what
Harlem, Harlem, Harlem

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Lollipop - Lyrics - 10 - Ll Cool J

Title: Lollipop
Album: 10
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): J T Smith, Z Bey

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Lyric:
Uhh, yeah, mmm, c'mon
You know how long I've been waitin' for this
Mmm, you know how bad I want this
(Mmm, mmm, mmm)

Kiss me from head to toe
(I will)
Ooh baby I love you so
(C'mon)
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
I'm gon' be your lollipop
(Lollipop)

Kiss me from, head to toe
Ooh baby I love you so
(I know)
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
I'm gon' be your lollipop

Lolli lolli pop pop, boppin' down the block block
I've been lovin' you since junior high, ma you got
Everything I need, everything I want
You're the type of dime a real playa wanna flaunt

Lovin' them lips and the shape of them hips
When I see you in that whack brother's whip, I flip
I hate your boyfriend, that cat is corny
I kick it to you and I dare that clown to run up on me

When nights are stormy
I be thinkin' about your pretty smile, gritty style
But Duke got you locked down like Riker's Isle
I wanna break your man off, I can't control it, I'm a hater
Especially, when your perfume lingers inside the elevator

You're the one, the only one
That I would beg, to give me some
Playerism's for life, eternal flossin', proceed with caution
Baby toss him, divorce him, let the boss in

Kiss me from head to toe
Ooh baby I love you so
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
I'm gon' be your lollipop
(Lolli lolli pop pop)

Kiss me from head to toe
(Toe, toe)
Ooh baby I love you so
(I know)
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
(Yeah)
I'm gon' be your lollipop

So ballalistic, mystic, twisted
In my dreams I kissed it, never missed it, I frisked it
Searched it, worked it, lollipopped it and jerked it
You followed, swallowed, scratch my back, baby burped it

Red passion, high fashion
Nobody got to know I'm smashin', I'm sayin' it shorty
Rock, Miss Thang, playin' a childish games
Standin' on the corner knowin damn well I wanna blaze

Sweet get to it anywhere you like
On the rooftop at midnight
The project stairs, I'll be there
Runnin' my fingers through your hair

Anyway, the untouchable, magnetic
Kissable loveable huggable energetic, call a medic
Your man'll regret it, when I hit it I'm athletic
Energize your thighs you'll recognize the size, it's epidemic

Kiss me from head to toe
Ooh baby I love you so
(Uh, yeah yeah)
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
I'm gon' be your lollipop

Kiss me from head to toe
(Yeah, ha ha)
Ooh baby I love you so
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
(She's crazy)
I'm gon' be your lollipop

When y'all alone in the Brooklyn Brownstone
Starin' at the high ceilin', what a feelin'
Clothes peelin', finally you're double dealin'
I'm walkin', he's wheelin', it's unreal when

You got the dime of your fantasies
My lollipop ecstasy's on top of me
Just like I thought, it's a small world after all
I don't care if your neighbors hear us down the hall

Make 'em jealous, what they gon' tell us?
If you don't tell your girls baby, I won't tell the fellas
Unless you complain, I orchestrated icebergisms
Visions of my lollipop's thick risen, for my wisdom

Plop plop fizz fizzdom, what I give them
Make yea baby, right there my new anthem
I love you baby, take it deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, now go to sleep

Kiss me from head to toe
Ooh baby I love you so
(I know)
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
(How would it?)
I'm gon' be your lollipop
(Lollipop)

Kiss me from, head to toe
Ooh baby I love you so
(Yeah)
My sweet love, ain't gon' stop
(Here we go)
I'm gon' be your lollipop

Kiss me from head to toe
Ooh baby I love you so
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
I'm gon' be your lollipop

Kiss me from head to toe
Ooh baby I love you so
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
I'm gon' be your lollipop

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Let'S Do It - Lyrics - My Soul - Coolio

Title: Let'S Do It
Album: My Soul
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Artis Jr Ivey, Harold Lee Clayton, Sigidi Bashir Abdullah

Lyric:
Let's do it, get to it
Let's do it, get to it
Let's do it, get to it
Let's do it

Another Saturday night and I'm feelin' kinda slow
I'm down with the flu but I don't want no [Incomprehensible]
Even though I'm thirsty and I'm hungry
I need some Kurathers, beat this but not up in my stomach

I wanna chop your cherry tree, I can't tell a lie
Something's on the rise, what a surprise!
I called up the homies, I said, "Let's go the spot
Where the drinks is cold and the girls ain't too hot"

Now we in the house
But the house is kinda empty
Rats run around the room
But wait, I spoke too soon

Ah, damn, look what done walked in
Pumps and a bump, breath smellin' like gin
Baby, you look good with that blue dress on
Maybe someday me and you can be as one

Let's get to know each other better
I can sing you a song
And you can write me a love letter

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Damn, I'm feelin' frisky
Come and sit down with me
Conversate about hanky panky
And a little dranky wanky

Tell me 'bout your innermost thoughts
Wants, needs and your desires
And I'll tell you about mine
We can spend some quality time

You want a man with vision, who ain't afraid to listen
I wanna mention, I can hit that ass in thirty-six positions
And I just want a regular old fashion high coochie mama
With love for her daddy, anytime he want it

Bring home the turkey bacon and fry it in the pan
Or some filet minon and still let me know I'm the man
I'm the doctor, and you can play the nurse
But we got to have patience even though we hella anxious

Let's take it slow and proceed with caution
'Coz love just don't come 'round here too often
So take my number and we'll get together later
And I'll take yours, I'm out like the L.A. Raiders

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

A few months went by with phone calls and some dinners
Moonlit nights with Marvin Gaye, Dramatics and The Spinners
Top down on the Vette watching California sunsets
And pretty soon we developed that respect that we needed

So we was here to get the relationship heated
And hot and bothered, know what I'm meanin'?
It started slow with some kisses and some touches
A few more weeks went by 'coz we didn't wanna rush it

They say a fast horse don't win no races
And I'm a witness 'coz real winners always take steady paces
Hand in hand, woman to man
I know everything about her and she know everything about me

And we made love for the first time
In the right way, in the perfect state of mind
It's a whole lot mo' than your average bump 'n grind
You better get yours, 'coz I got mine

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Take, take your time
(Take, take your time)
Take your time
(Take your time)
Take your time
(Take your time, get to it)

Take, take your time
(Take, take your time)
Take your time
(Take your time)
Take your time
(Take your time, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Let's do it, get to it
Let's do it, get to it

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Niggaz Done Started Something - Lyrics - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot - Dmx

Title: Niggaz Done Started Something
Album: It's Dark And Hell Is Hot
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): David Styles, Earl Simmons, Mason Betha, Jason Phillips, Damon Blackman, Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop more with holes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way to play is gritty
I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850

My whole comity like to puff L's and look jiggy
Who wanna test this? My semi leave you chest less
And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless
Young, but I done did shit that you won't do

So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin' through
I got niggaz who pump on your block and in your spot
Who sit next to you? Protectin' you? But they'll murder you, playa
Don status, nigga we gettin' chipsesis
And bad bitchsesis, frontin' in eclipsesis

Ayo, Mase and The Lox we takin' knots from the out of state spots
Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot
You don't really wanna come try, the one guy
Who stay dumb high from blunt lye the rack of sing-sing alumni
Who got more beef than a Islamic farm

So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
It's not a nigga in your gang want it
My AK slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on it
Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug
Have a chump coughin' blood, fill his coffin with slugs

Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
Any nigga wave a Tec at Mase, and, have a explanation
You bring your crew and 'em and I'm doin' 'em
Then I'm beatin' 'em down with aluminum, then I'm puttin' two in 'em
You can't touch me, I've been devil sent, wanted for embezzlement
A lot of other things, but that's irrelevant

If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
Niggaz done started somethin'
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
Niggaz done started somethin'

If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
Niggaz done started somethin'
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
Niggaz done started somethin'

Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
Never turned down chocha be in the Costa
Rica, sippin' margaritas with a mami
Cleanin' my Tommy, showin' love to my army
Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill 'em
Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still don't feel 'em

And this for the listeners, and prisoners
And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin' us
My 16's be so real, you can feel 'em in your vain
Like Ramello's pops from Sugarhill

J be the 'cause for the kiss at your wake
Cartel lips, spittin' clips at your face, we started from the bottom
You'll see bad niggaz pardon, whatever we can do it at the Garden
Word life, this shit is real big
I'm makin' niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty

I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs
Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love
Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldn't shatter me
I'm only gettin' up, splittin' up your anatomy

Official lock family, grants niggaz handin' me
I want the finer things, and I hope you understandin' me
Sittin' at the table, plannin' and plug the fan in
Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon

Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless
If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like Pesci
And if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, puffin' Nestle
Any ya niggaz done started somethin'
Actin' invincible like you God or somethin'

If you God, then I'm a makes a lot till you rot
And if you a playa, then play for everything you got
And if you a thug, then start bustin' off shots
And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark

If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
Niggaz done started somethin'
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
Niggaz done started somethin'

Don't came at me with no bullshit, use caution
'Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
Got niggaz fearin', fuck what you heard, this what you hearin'

How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit?
See if your hardest niggaz flip, when I start a bunch of shit
I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
'Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep

Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud
Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gonna' be puttin' on that tag on your toe

Now who gonna tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen
So you got what you came for what's that?

Surgery wit the chainsaw, I hit the fuckin' streets
'Cause like I said before ain't nothin' goin' down until I eat
Mu' fuckers think it's all about impressin' bitches and stressin' bitches
Well, I'm testin' bitches game, adressin' bitches, and caressin' bitches

And dealin' with mu'fuckers on all levels
What I'm dealin' with is all devils
Fuckin' with snakes, runnin' with niggaz you call rebels
I got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz
That come through and worry niggaz 30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz

And scary niggaz get it all the time 'cause what they got is all of mine
Your man was talkin' shit until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't fuck with you
And if you with my man, then he gettin' stuck with you

And gave it the money
'Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest then I tossed the nine
Boss of crime, Black Gotti, I stack bodies wit the black shotty
Bitch-ass niggaz who act snotty, get it

These niggaz is for real, these niggaz ain't playin'
This ain't no fuckin' game, you think we playin'? Ruff Ryders

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Wild Horses - Lyrics - Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield

Title: Wild Horses
Album: Unwritten
Artist: Natasha Bedingfield
Composer(s): Andrew Marcus Frampton, Wayne Wilkins, Natasha Bedingfield

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Lyric:
Ooh
I feel these four walls closin' in
Face up against the glass
I'm lookin' out, hmm
Is this my life I'm wonderin'
It happens so fast
How do I turn this thing around?
Is this the bed I chose to make?
It's greener pastures I'm thinkin' about
Hmm, wide open spaces far away

All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear but not feel scared

Wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwin' caution to the wind, I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longin' to
I wanna run with the wild horses
Run with the wild horses, oh
Yea, yea

I see the girl I wanna be
Riding bare back, carefree
Along for shore
If only that someone was me
Jumpin' head first, head long
Without a thought
To act and down the consequence
How I wish it could be that easy?
But fear surrounds me like a fence
I wanna break free

All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear, but not feel scared

Ooh, wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longin' to
Wanna run with the wild horses
Run with the wild horses

I wanna run too
Ooh
Recklessly emboundin' myself before you
I wanna open up my heart
Telling how I feel

Ohh, wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longin' to
I wanna run with the wild horses
Run with the wild horses
Run with the wild horses
Ohh, yea, yea
I wanna run with the wild horses, ooh

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Dangerous - Lyrics - Katharine McPhee - Katharine Mcphee

Title: Dangerous
Album: Katharine McPhee
Artist: Katharine Mcphee
Composer(s): Corte Ellis, Nate Hills

Lyric:
I never should have let my guard down
I wish I never knew all the things I found out
I wish I would've been more careful
And maybe I wouldn?t be running from misery, oh no

In the beginning gave me everything I need and more
I'm tired of dealing, gotta figure out how to even the score
It's payback, gotta make him feel it
For playing with my feelings, ladies I'ma tell it all

Be on the lookout when he?s coming to your area
I fell in love with him once, girls, I?m telling ya
I wish I knew what I know now
I swear it never would?ve went down

Dangerous, he?ll steal your heart away, then run away
He?s dangerous, protect your heart, he?ll tear it apart
Dangerous, he?ll steal your heart away, then run and play
He?s dangerous, protect your heart, he?ll tear it apart

I didn?t see the crash that burnt the bridge
I didn?t see the missile that sank my love ship down
Oh, I felt the hit, it was as hard as a brick
It made me shift and left me damaged

Dealing with the pain was so hard
I can?t believe the things that he did to leave me scarred
And now, it?s payback, gotta make him feel it
He wish he never did it, but it?s too late to turn it around

Be on the lookout when he?s coming to your area
I fell in love with him once, girls, I?m telling ya
I wish I knew what I know now
I swear it never would?ve went down

Dangerous, he?ll steal your heart away, then run away
He?s dangerous, protect your heart, he?ll tear it apart
Dangerous, he?ll steal your heart away, then run and play
He?s dangerous, protect your heart, he?ll tear it apart

I wish I never fell in love then maybe it wouldn?t hurt so much
Inside I tried to keep it in, my heart is screaming for revenge
Caution me before you cross that path, you never know what?s up ahead
Don?t let him trap you up and get your love because he?s dangerous

Dangerous, he?ll steal your heart away, then run away
He?s dangerous, protect your heart, he?ll tear it apart
Dangerous, he?ll steal your heart away, then run and play
He?s dangerous, protect your heart, he?ll tear it apart, dangerous

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Customer - Lyrics - Love Behind The Melody - Raheem Devaughn

Title: Customer
Album: Love Behind The Melody
Artist: Raheem Devaughn
Composer(s): Ivan Barias, Raheem Devaughn, Carvin Haggins, Kristal O Oliver, Johnnie Smith Ii

Lyric:
Good morning, good afternoon, good evening
Welcome to Love's, can I take your order?
And you can have it your way

Welcome, can I help you?
Take a minute to read the menu
If you're lookin' for a man, if you're lookin' for a friend
If you're lookin' for someone to talk to

Take your time 'fore I fill your order
I can appetize ya or main course ya
Caution, caution
'Cuz the plate is hot

And I'm the catch of the day
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Your dessert, your meal and your drink
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

You can find it all in me
I'll fill you up for free
If your heart is hungry
You can place your order here with me

Let me serve you up, let me, let me serve you up
See, you can have it your way, you're the costumer
If you want me super-sized with some lovin' on the side
Just ask for what you want 'cuz you're the costumer

Let me, let me serve you up, let me, let me serve you up
See, you can have it your way, you're the costumer
You can have me super-sized with some lovin' on the side
Just ask for what you want 'cuz you're the one, you're the costumer

If you got special needs
You're picky, you're hard to please
You're particular about what you like
Well, the costumer is always right

Satisfaction is guaranteed
Head to toe, girl, I'm quality
See, the menu's full of me
I got a real love policy

And I'm the catch of the day
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Your dessert, your meal and your drink
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

You can find it all in me
I'll fill you up for free
If your heart is hungry
You can place your order here with me

Let me serve you up, let me, let me serve you up
See, you can have it your way, you're the costumer
If you want me super-sized with some lovin' on the side
Just ask for what you want 'cuz you're the costumer

Let me, let me serve you up, let me, let me serve you up
See, you can have it your way, you're the costumer
You can have me super-sized with some lovin' on the side
Just ask for what you want 'cuz you're the one, you're the costumer

And I'm gonna whip it up
Whip it up nice and slow
You can even call your order in
I'll deliver to your home

And I'll be there in a matter of seconds
And there's more if you want seconds
You can be greedy as you like
Morning, noon and night

And I'm open 24/7
And 'cuz I like you, it's on me
Got a whole lot of sugar and honey
And a plate full of ecstasy

So, make your reservations
And make your way to me
And if that don't work for you, baby
You can tell me where I need to be

Let me serve you up, let me, let me serve you up
See, you can have it your way, you're the costumer
If you want me super-sized with some lovin' on the side
Just ask for what you want 'cuz you're the costumer

Let me, let me serve you up, let me, let me serve you up
See, you can have it your way, you're the costumer
You can have me super-sized with some lovin' on the side
Just ask for what you want 'cuz you're the costumer

Let me serve you up, let me, let me serve you up
See, you can have it your way, you're the costumer
If you want me super-sized with some lovin' on the side
Just ask for what you want 'cuz you're the costumer

Let me, let me serve you up, let me, let me serve you up
See, you can have it your way, you're the costumer
You can have me super-sized with some lovin' on the side
Just ask for what you want 'cuz you're the one, you're the costumer

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Mr. Bill Collector - Lyrics - E. 1999 Eternal - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Mr. Bill Collector
Album: E. 1999 Eternal
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Tony-C Bone D J U-Nee

Lyric:
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector
Needin' me money, know he's up tonight
See niggas can't stand us
So they label us scandalous

And if them runnin' off with-a-me cash
That ass gonna have to pay the price
Nigga muthafucka po po
Gotta hit 'em with the fo' fo'

Don't be fuckin' with my money
Nigga, no
See when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill 'em all
Pump slugs

When blood hit the wall, watch 'em fall
Now, dog, who ya gonna call?
Puttin' niggas in the coffin where they probably better off, and
Leathaface is not a punk-bitch
So a nigga just can't fuck me

Nigga better have me cash or I kill his whole family
When the twelve gauge pump blast
Now, test me
Never ever let a nigga ride
When he think he fin to slide, pump him in the spine
Get him for the money

Nigga tried to play me and dash
And that's why me thugs should put slugs in that ass
They telly and me never want to see no
Oh jealous muthafucka tried to keep a nigga's ends low

If he scared to smoke a primo
Gotta go whether fiends in the clique that's a no no
Gotta make that money, man
Gimme all my change

It's a murder thang, now
Even in the dummy game, niggas comin' up slain for collectin' they claim
Now, Leathaface, me pick up me gauge, grab the mask
And, nigga, me blast, so ya better respect us
When you see the bill collector rippin'
Killin' niggas for that mad money thang

Niggas steady payin' them dues, runnin' with trues
Nothin' to lose, everything to prove
Little thug from the C-Town, never caught sleepin'
Always on the come up creepin', runnin' this shit, now

Puttin' that Bone down
Gotta let a nigga know for the love of cheese, movin' thangs in the '95
Rollin' with Ruthless, thuggin' with my niggas from the Clair
And we smokin' them green leaves

Fuck with me, now
Oh, nigga, don't test Rest, Strate, Leathaface in the place on a mission
Don't be messin' with my bankroll
Niggas wanna gank on Bone, so I stack them prank hoes

And I'm bettin' on me takin' no more losses
Put 'em in a coffin, and they life is better off
And these niggas, they don't know me, they can't know me
Thought you had a homie, but ya fuckin' with the muthafuckin' Bone, see

Nigga, gotta get me mine on the nine-nine
In the '95, bodies droppin'
When you hear my pistol select ya dome, respect that true house
Or underground shit, Mr. Bill Collector, Bone

Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector
Needin' me money, know he's up tonight
See niggas can't stand us
So they label us scandalous

And if them runnin' off with-a-me cash
That ass gonna have to pay the price
Nigga muthafucka po po
Gotta hit 'em with the fo' fo'

Nigga, take it off, thank you
Please don't make me stack ya
Time to pay the bill, write your check up all night
Catch a slug or chill

Bill collectors, better respect them Mo Thugs
Sellin' drugs, pumpin' slugs all up in that rectum, check 'em
Click-click, fall to the ground
When the glock pop, make your chest pump blood

And takin' too long, better drop it on down
Or ya catchin' two to the head
Shoulda gave 'em up, bitch, to the Mo Thug lunatic quick to pop
Now, you're dead, yeah

Gotta pull that nine on the niggas every time
Sellin' rocks on the nine-nine
Gotta put him on the pave
If ya want to die, put 'em in the grave, better give me all them dimes
(Mine)

I didn't want to take his life
But the nigga tried to run
And get away with me llello
I see me, the murderer

I didn't want to take his life
But the nigga tried to run
And get away with me llello
I see me, the murderer

I didn't want to take his life
But the nigga tried to run
And get away with me llello
I see me, the murderer

I didn't want to take his life
But the nigga tried to run
And get away with me llello
I see me, the murderer

Sawed-off pumpin', dumpin' steadily
All the way to the other side we ride
Sherm, when I hit that chrome and now
Niggas is 'bout to die

Thugsta theivin' off in Cleveland
And I couldn't sell out my city
Murder now to come up, move
Bone'll be bringin' that city, with me, pin me

Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't fuck with brains
Put in my mind off onto my murder
Murder y'all all, and I flees the scene clean
And I'm out to fade 'em

Hey, and I'm out for money, gauged 'em
Better pray to save 'em, but it won't any good, now
Bang, bang
Caution to loss in me brain, get 'em up off the 'caine

Bang, kill a nigga
Bang, peel a trigger
Bang, comin' up out to wet 'em, man
Off with the blood, put 'em in the mud with a slug
Thug gotta get paid

Reachin' on back as we bail to pick up me shells
I slip in the buck, and the gauge spray
Sawed-off on the block, cocked, ready to pop ya, now
'Cause broke gets played, this dope get paid, and nigga
Come drop it down

Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector
Needin' me money, know he's up tonight
See niggas can't stand us
So they label us scandalous

And if them runnin' off with-a-me cash
That ass gonna have to pay the price
Nigga muthafucka po po
Gotta hit 'em with the fo' fo'

Your rent's due, muthafucka

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Friday, August 13, 2010

The Shark &Amp; The Mermaid - Lyrics - Billie Myers

Title: The Shark &Amp; The Mermaid
Artist: Billie Myers
Composer(s): Peter Brian Harris, Beverley Myers

Lyric:
Without a moments hesitation
They threw caution to the wind
He though, she must be blind not to see
He was no prince charming, no beauty

She held flowers at her fingertips
And honey fell from her lips
He dived into the oceans wild
As she swam with the morning mist

He said, if it's mine it will be always yours
Cast away any doubt and open up those doors

It was the shark and the mermaid
Making love again
It was the shark and the mermaid
Falling in love again
It was the shark and the mermaid
Proving everybody wrong
It was the shark and the mermaid
Swimming by again

But as they grow in mind and body
And the days turned into years
He thought one day she might go away
But her love overshadowed his fears

Under the liquid sky
Where they lived they were legends to behold
Fate distracted by their simple charms
Left them there to love alone

Now the angels wait patiently
For the shadows down below, they stop and smile because

It's just the shark and the mermaid
Making love again
It's just the shark and the mermaid
Falling in love again
It's just the shark and the mermaid
Proving everybody wrong
It's just the shark and the mermaid
And the mermaid, and the mermaid

Nobody thought that the love will last
Everybody looked and everybody laughed
But the mermaid and the shark they just slipped away
Nothing stopped them, no one got in their way

Standing together as lovers and friends
They stayed together, their love knew no end
Proving everyone wrong
They grew together, they were strong
Everybody was wrong

About the, about the
Shark and the mermaid
Making love again
The shark and the mermaid
Falling in love again
The shark and the mermaid
Together till the end
It was the shark and the mermaid
And the mermaid, and the mermaid makin' love
It was the shark and the mermaid
Makin' love, makin' love, makin' love, makin' love, makin' love

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Gotta Thing For You - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: Gotta Thing For You
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): Bobby Caldwell, Shawntae Harris, Alfons Kettner, L T Hutton

Lyric:
My dear, my dear, my dear
You do not know me but I know you very well
So let me tell about Da Brat-ta-ta ta
I'm light skin, redbone, peanut butter complexion
Very affectionate, very direct when I'm expressing myself

I'm 5.5', my astrology sign is Aries
Thick in my thighs, 36Bs
Pretty brown eyes, no hair weaves
Put it down with these luscious sa-sa-suckable lips

Making you wanna reach out and touch 'em
Come on and give me a kiss
Could it be those hips just pokin' out of my jeans
I showed them once or twice
And some niggers have become feems

I'm a javouci rocking, hat cockin'
Blunt smoking, no stopping, weave cocking
With constant heat dropping

Bombs on non-believers charming all the people
They call it the life of leisure
I'm preaching what I'm speaking
You said that you still seeing
So please believe it you needin'
The B to the muthafucking R A T

I guess you wonder where I've been
I search to find the love within
I came back to let you know
I gotta thing for you and I can't let it go

I'm steppin' in the club, y'all, hey now
Niggers showing me love, y'all, hey now
I wrap for my thugs, y'all, hey now
Especially my niggers, they got the ooh

I'd be sitting in my car waiting on you
To drop off my package
A big zipped locked baggy to support my habit
We'll go together like Roger and Jessica Rabbit

I'm spoiled rotten, I'm rocking pink
Silk panties at the moment but I'm sport cotton
But Jeanie's dreamin' of Jeanie will blink me to Scotty
So he can beam me pump adrenaline onto my blood stream

Proceed extremely with caution, I'm probably gleaming
'Cause my bling bling is worth a fortune
It seems things will never change
So I puffed often 'cause these dayz, niggers is crazy
You can't pay me to roll without my AK

I guess you wonder where I've been
I search to find the love within
I came back to let you know
I gotta thing for you and I can't let it go

I can't let go off this game
I can't let go off this fame
But for sure before I go
You niggers gonna know my name

I'm in the shit, 'cause I'm so doogie, one in a million
Cop a Brazzillion for the coochie that rides smoothly
Pass the doobie, the dutchie, rudely interrupted
Your regularly scheduled program, I throw down and bust it

And there ain't no hoe around touching me
I'm sharper than cutlery, I slice niggers to itty bitty pieces
Dice them to [Incomprehensible]

I'm steppin' in the club now y'all, hey now
Niggers showing me love y'all, hey now
I wrap for my thugs, y'all, hey now
Especially my niggers, they got the ooh

I guess you wonder where I've been
I search to find the love within
I came back to let you know
I gotta thing for you and I can't let it go

You know, you know
You know, you know
You know, you know
You know, you know
And I can't let it go

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Slippin - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: Slippin
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Roger Greene, Khalon Porter, Kimberly Jones, Denaun Porter

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Lyric:
Now don't you know that they want to catch you
Slippin' with no protection, lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you, when you were at your lowest point in your life, darlin'

Niggaz wanna catch you slippin'
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin')
They wanna catch you slippin'

No more Mrs. Nice Bitch
Niggaz done, flipped the script and got on some shiest shit
Sellin' they soul when love is priceless
They kicked me when I was down and stuck in a crisis

I kept it all in and now I'm 'bout to erupt
Man, fuck the law, the whole system's corrupt
A street grudge put me in front of the judge
But I stood there like, "What, the Bee don't budge"

It's a foul game, no such thing as fair play
And real niggaz get railroaded everyday
Words misconstrued and used against you
Then you get screwed when it's time to sentence you

World cavin' in, it's a shitty situation
A year and a day, three years probation
Public humiliation, poor representation
Guilty by association

Now don't you know that they want to catch you
Slippin' with no protection, lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you, when you were at your lowest point in your life, darlin'

Niggaz wanna catch you slippin'
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin')
They wanna catch you slippin'

I'ma stand up type, grew up in the projects
And that's worth more than material objects
A lot of things come when they know you got it
You, a target and now they tryin' to get in the pockets

Lawsuits, lawyers prosecute for profit
Meanwhile the media promotin' the gossip
I had to say it 'cause I'm that real with it
Shinin' like a star, then you gotta deal with it

And dudes quick to take these groupies to bed
Better watch it 'fore they write a book about you like Superhead
Fuck 'em and leave 'em, then they after your paper
Put a hole in the condom and say that you raped her

So you could be a rapper, athlete or a actor
Believe me, these devils find a way to get at'cha
All it takes is some green and your face on the screen
Fuck it, just say I took one for the team

Now don't you know that they want to catch you
Slippin' with no protection, lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you, when you were at your lowest point in your life, darlin'

Niggaz wanna catch you slippin'
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin')
They wanna catch you slippin'

In these streets, you gotta sleep with one eye open
(Slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin')
And watch for the snakes and the Jakes approachin'
'Cause it could be the ones that you laugh and joke with
The ones you smoke with, sold your coke with

I set you up for the right piece of change
And have your brains on the dashboard out the Range
Too often, I seen a nigga layin' in the coffin
All 'cause some shit was blown out of proportion

Everywhere you go, you gotta move with caution
'Cause the rap game ain't much different than the crack game
It's the new hustle, gotta have brains and muscle
Get too much money and these haters wanna touch you

Now I can see why they all on me
Niggaz do dirty work, the shit fall on me
Not only do you gotta watch the boys in blue
But the niggaz in your crew, you gotta watch them too

Now don't you know that they want to catch you
Slippin' with no protection, lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you, when you were at your lowest point in your life, darlin'

Niggaz wanna catch you slippin'
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin')
They wanna catch you slippin'
(Slippin', slippin', slippin')

Slippin'
Slippin'
Slippin'
...

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Friday, July 30, 2010

G.I.N.A.S.F.S. - Lyrics - Fall Out Boy

Title: G.I.N.A.S.F.S.
Artist: Fall Out Boy
Composer(s): Andrew John Hurley, Patrick Martin Stump, Peter Lewis Wentz, Joseph Mark Trohman

Lyric:
I loved everything about you that hurts
So let me see your moves, let me see your moves
Lips pressed this close to mine, true blue

But the prince of any failing empire knows that
Everybody wants, everybody wants to drive on through the night
If it's the drive back home

Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights it gets so bad
You almost pick up the phone

Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house in your shoes
I know it's strange, it's a strange way of saying that
I know I'm supposed to love you, I'm supposed to love you

I've already given up on myself twice
Third time is the charm, third time is the charm
Threw caution to the wind but I've got a lousy arm

And I traced your shadows on the wall
Now I kiss them whenever I'm down, whenever I'm down
Figured, I'm not figuring myself out

Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights it gets so bad
I almost pick up the phone

To trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house in your shoes
I know it's strange, it's a strange way of saying that
I know I'm supposed to love you, I'm supposed to love you

Born under a bad sign
You saved my life
That night on the roof of your hotel

Cross my heart and hope to die
Splinter from the headboard in my eye
Photo proof kisses I remember so well

Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house in your shoes
I know it's strange, it's a strange way of saying that
I know I'm supposed to love you, I'm supposed to love you

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(I Wanna) Feel Too Much - Lyrics - The Storm - Travis Tritt

Title: (I Wanna) Feel Too Much
Album: The Storm
Artist: Travis Tritt
Composer(s): Diane Warren

Lyric:
Wanna stand upon a mountain
Wanna run naked in the rain, feel it soak my skin
Take a trip without even thinking 'bout the destination

Wanna jump into an ocean
I wanna dive into an open endless sky
Go too far, go a little crazy and go little over the line

I wanna drink in every moment
And I wanna take in everything

I wanna feel too much
I wanna live too much
I wanna love too much
So much that it hurts

Wanna feel everything
Wanna taste everything in this life
I wanna feel too much

I wanna recklessly love someone
Throw down my heart and throw a caution to the wind
Even if there's a chance that my heart could get open

I wanna drink in every feeling
I wanna love with everything

I wanna feel too much
I wanna live too much
I wanna love too much
So much that it hurts

Wanna feel everything
Wanna taste everything in this life

I wanna feel too much
Really, really feel this
Take every chance I can take

Stand down on anew
And not care if I fall
I wanna feel it all

I wanna feel too much
I wanna live too much
I wanna love too much
So much that it hurts

Wanna feel everything
Wanna taste everything in this life

I wanna feel too much
I wanna live too much
I wanna love too much
So much that it hurts

Wanna feel everything
Wanna taste everything in this life

I wanna feel too much
I wanna feel too much
(Live too much, love too much)
So much that it hurts

Wanna feel everything

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Crew Of The Year - Lyrics - The Movement - Harlem World

Title: Crew Of The Year
Album: The Movement
Artist: Harlem World
Composer(s): Ameen E Burns, Samuel J Barnes, Mason Betha, Chauncey Hawkins, Jean C Oliver

Lyric:
Yo throw the beat on
Yeah yeah yeah
Trackmaster
Harlem World The Movement
The Commisioner
Cuda Love up above
This shit is not a game
Ya hear me?

Suprise I'm 'bout to blow right before your eyes
Recognize the steelo of this nigga Meeno
First of all there will be no type of discussion
For this money the industry I'm bum rushing
And trusting who? Never that, only crew
And who's my crew? A chosen few that's how I do
So I could walk Harlem days, let it creep Harlem nights
Bum bitches givin' blows, parties and gunfights
Only right, I be the spark that will ignite
Explosions, MIC erosion, niggas is foldin'
And we are holdin' down the track
Proceed with caution, stop your flossin' or see a coffin
Guess what, what? It's really not too often
That I let loose like this, but fuck it
Here's a portion with no endorsement
Doin' what I gotta, to make it hotta
A nigga frontin' hard, so now I gotta blow his spot up
Show 'em I'mma be the one that's gonna blow 'em
Out the box, with the ox, nice to know 'em
Then screw him, like White Castle I ran right through him
Right through him, like I never knew him

Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
Scream it out

Yo, I was sworn, never again to sell drugs
But every now and then, yo, I tend to bust slugs
It's bug, how niggas get rolled up in rugs
Fold up, and dumped in a hole of a dug six feet
You creep, niggas know who the thug
And that's why Loon never showed you no love
You feminine, and don't know the shit you swimmin' in
Fucking with this thing was gentlemen that boost my adrenaline
Cool the momentum and flow, I'm in it for dough
And don't need to gimmick to blow
When I get it you know nigga, 'cause I visit yo' hoe
I hit it befo', I be there hit it some mo'
Y'all niggas on coke. Me? I think your shit is a joke
But y'all find out when the heavy hitters awoke
And opposed to me? Y'all niggas hoes to me
How the fuck you gettin' money doin' shows for free?

Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
(Harlem World)
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
(The Movement)
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
(All Out)
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
(Yeah kid, Harlem on the rise)
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
(C'mon, c'mon)
Scream it out

Yo, now why talk Willy livin' in the tenements?
Why shoot Dominicans then go to the Hill again?
Then again, why repent when I'mma sin again?
Why eat at Blimpies if I could eat in the Bennigans?
Dumb niggas with Timbaland, til they body tremblin'
Messin' with Mase money and they'll be rememberin'
I hate the color green 'less it comes in Benjamins
Is that the same color my brother got sent up in?
You laugh all day but cry the sinner's sin
Stranded on the Island, I don't mean the Gilligan
You thug gentlemen, deep down feminine
'Cause in the pen, change your name to Cinnamon
You speakin' on money and you ain't put a penny in
You gon' float on the same shit they put the penguin in
And my adrenaline won't let me be no Minute Man
'Cause I put my dick in any bitch I could fit it in
C'mon

Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
Scream it out

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