Luck Of The Draw - Lyrics - Bonnie Raitt

Title: Luck Of The Draw
Artist: Bonnie Raitt
Composer(s): Paul Brady

Lyric:
You dust the bottles on the bar counter
You're writing screenplays on the side
Three nights a week can keep a girl workin'
Sometimes it's good to lose your pride

These things we do to keep the flame burnin'
And write our fire in the sky
Another day to see the wheel turnin'
Another avenue to try

It's in the luck of the draw, baby
The natural law
Forget those movies you saw, little baby
It's in the luck of the draw

The natural law
(Flame keep on burnin')
Forget those movies you saw, little baby
(Wheel ever turnin')

You turn around and say, it's last orders
You fix the ribbon in your hair
Tomorrow's letter by the hall doorway
Could be the answer to your prayers

These things we do to keep the flame burnin'
And write our fire in the sky
Another day to see the wheel turnin'
Another avenue to try

It's in the luck of the draw, baby
The natural law
Forget those movies you saw, little baby
It's in the luck of the draw

The natural law
(Flame keep on burnin')
Forget those movies you saw, little baby
(Wheel ever turnin')

These things we do to keep the flame burnin'
And write our fire in the sky
Another day to see the wheel turnin'
Another avenue to try

It's in the luck of the draw, baby
The natural law
Forget those movies you saw, little baby
It's in the luck of the draw

The natural law
(Flame keep on burnin')
Forget those movies you saw, little baby
(Wheel ever turnin')

It's in the luck of the draw
(Flame keep on burnin')
The natural law
(Wheel ever turnin')

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My Funhouse - Lyrics - The Ringmaster - Insane Clown Posse

Title: My Funhouse
Album: The Ringmaster
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Rich boy's in trouble
Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto
All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out
Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, looks like we got another
He'd like to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for the next spectacular
Just to know, it's a dead body sittin' next to ya

Get ready for the carnival thrills
Should of cut your little faggot ass in the hills
Boom, through the door into the room, you gotta check it out
It's where we cut your fingers off and stick 'em in your mouth
That should show you that you greedy little rich fuck
If you're bucking with the juggla you're a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose
Further down the hall, the room with jokeros

That's where you get by seventeen wicked clowns
For the seventeen dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back until your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli tracks
Spinning and twisting, rolling and bumping
The dead fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin'
Listen close, you can barely make it out
"Bitch, you ain't shit in my electric funhouse"

"Help me, I'm trapped in here, somebody let me out
Oh my God, ahh"

"Come here, rich boy
My head is spinning 360 degrees
Richie, richie, richie
Come here"

"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm saying
Wicked clowns running the funhouse
Ain't no way to get out until the killer
Gets your neck cut like a man"

Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card, a joker's card
Sorry, bitch, the luck of the draw
Violent J's gonna have to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip, boom
Send that motherfucker off to the next room
Crash through the doors on the windy spinny trail
Through a loop-de-loop and into a big nail
Straight through his left eye and out the back of his head, is he dead?

No, 'cuz he has to go to the next phase
It's the room of giggles because of your ways
You like to sit and laugh at people when they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I stick your mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny
You act like whipping on your ass, ain't funny?
And the ride of your life only gets faster
Off to the r-r-ringmaster

I take my bobo gun and blow your fuckin' mouth in
Eh, yo, the next room, it's called the chicken pen
And it's a little tribute to the bigots of the south
We take a dead chicken, shove it in your mouth
And we stuff it down your throat with a pitchfork
'Cuz you're a big gut, that's what you get for it
Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out
'Cuz I don't need your dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, stinkin' up my funhaugh

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Pressure - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Pressure
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Wasalu Jaco, M Melvoin, Prolyfic B Schnee

Lyric:
Roc-A-Fella, 1st and
Jay, Lupe, yeah

And so it seems that I'm sewin' jeans
And 1st and 15 is just a sewin' machine
So I cut the pattern and then I sew in seams
And button in this hustlin' then publically, I'm Buddy Lee

There's no bustin' them and cuffin' them
Is like usherin' in the regime
They want me to make Prince pants
But I withstand, I ain't gotten into that
A little big in the waist, two-pocket on the back

Call them Nu-vi's, O.G.'s covered in blue dye
Give 'em the game, that's like givin' chocolate to the fat
Look, how you think I got here?
That's the same game that came through where I lived as a kid
In the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the back

Made me a ripper, deliver like river
Content a little more thicker, slicker
Yeah and they said oil and water don't mix
Now they all down at the beach washin' off the fish
Was Blackbeard 'til I brought the Roc into your ships, yeah

It's my life, my life, everything I do, I do for you, I do it all for you
Everything I say, you know it's the truth, I'll say it is the truth
I'll take all the pressure off of you, take pressure off of you
I'll take the pressure off of you

It's hella proper, proper
'Cause it sag so low, you can see boxer, like a boxer's
That's the way that the Family's pants worn
Then we slide and try and put 'em on

The stones in the pocket'll drag you down
To Davy Jones locker
Beware if you wanna Roc the Knickerbocker
Other nigga from the block, what? They was sellin' O's
Like Wheel of Fortune of imported cocaine
Just to feel important, it was 'Do or Die'

They was tired of bein' 'Po' Pimps' now for sure
That was just a product of my common sense
I guess, I was just guessin' like the consonants
Momma said beware of what the Devil do
Tell 'em that your soul's not for sale like the W's

So go ahead and pirate the highest
Cannons make you leak like pirated my shh
It's no shh, it's just shh like quiet
And big homey's out of retirement

It's my life, my life, everything I do, I do for you, I do it all for you
Everything I say, you know it's the truth, I'll say it is the truth
I'll take all the pressure off of you, take pressure off of you
I'll take the pressure off of you

So the pen is mightier than the sword, my Lord
My first picture was a line-up, now I'm on the Forbes
And I still remain the artiste through this all
If you force my hand, I'll be forced to draw

If the war calls for war halls
Hope you got enough space on your hall's walls
I make niggaz murals, then escape the bureau's investigation
Out in Europe on vacation

I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy
Here's a round, boy, down, boy
Sound boy, you don't wanna sound clash loud noise
Leave niggaz paranoid if not paralyzed

Which means you can't walk in my shoes
Too much green, you can't talk in my hue
Extend the team, nigga, holla at Lu
1st and 15th, that's my cue, I'm through

It's my life, my life, everything I do, I do for you, I do it all for you
Everything I say, you know it's the truth, I'll say it is the truth
I'll take all the pressure off of you, take pressure off of you
I'll take the pressure off of you

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Cradle &Amp; All - Lyrics - Ani Difranco

Title: Cradle &Amp; All
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Ani Difranco

Lyric:
Fourteenth street, the garbage swirls like a cyclone
Three o'clock in the afternoon and I am going home
F train is full of high school students
So much shouting, so much laughter
Last night's underwear in my back pocket
Sure sign of the morning after

Take me home
Take me home and leave me there
Think I'm going to cry, I don't know why
Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby
Feel free to listen yeah , feel free to stare

I live in New York, New York the city that never shuts up
In the daylight everything is so gory
You can hear snatches of stranger's sorry stories
And I moved there from Buffalo but that's nothing
The TRICO plant moved to Mexico
Left my uncle standing out in the cold
Said "Here's your last paycheck have fun growing old"

Take me home
Take me home and leave me there
Think I'm going to cry, I don't know why
Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby
Feel free to listen yeah, feel free to stare

Rockabye baby in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, cradle will fall
Down will come baby, cradle and all

Youth is beauty, money is beauty
Hell, beauty is beauty sometimes
It's the luck of the draw, it's the natural law
It's a joke, it's a crime

I was bored, and you were bored
It was a meeting of the minds
Now it's three in the afternoon and I can't leave too soon
Saying "Thank you, I had a nice time"

Take me home
Take me home and leave me there
Think I'm going to cry, I don't know why
Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby
Feel free to listen yeah, feel free to stare

Rockabye baby in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
And when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all

Maybe I'll live my whole life, just getting by
Maybe I'll be discovered, maybe I'll be colonized
You could try to train me like a pet
You could try to teach me to behave
But I'll tell you, if I haven't learned it yet
You know I ain't gonna sit, I ain't gonna stay

Take me home
Take me home and leave me there
Think I'm going to cry, I don't know why
Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby
Feel free to listen yeah, feel free to stare

Feel free to listen yeah, feel free to stare
Feel free to listen yeah, feel free to stare
Feel free to listen yeah, feel free to stare

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Return Of The Hustle - Lyrics - From Nothin' to Somethin' - Fabolous

Title: Return Of The Hustle
Album: From Nothin' to Somethin'
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Kasseem Dean, John David Jackson, Justin Gregory Smith

Lyric:
Got more, get your money in the air like this
Fab Time, BK
From nothin' to somethin', homie, yes
Street fida-dida-dam, yes
Ay, it's a new year and I'm back for the money
Just, I think I left somethin'

Cash rules everything around me
Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, yup, yup, yup

It's the return of the young hustle
A nigga came for the money, not the tongue tussle
Me, I rather do my lip-lashin' when the chips cashed in
Then you might see me on the strip, flashin'

Like Vegas lights and they say I shine Vegas bright
Draw a crowd like a Vegas fight
Some shit, gettin' hit and my leg is light
I mean, it coulda been a Tupac Vegas night
Or maybe a notorious L.A. evening

(Boo, you okay?)
I mean, well, I'm breathing
Hell, I'm even, bosser than I left
The money ain't right, then I toss it to the left
Yes, to the left, to the left
Everything is hustled to the deaf, to the F

A, B, baby, they be lazy
Gucci straight jacket 'cuz I may be crazy
Loony for the loot, psycho for the paper
It's a new year but I recycle for the paper
If green talks, then I'm the Geico with the paper
So have my check right, no typos wit the paper, please

Oh man, cash rules everything around me
Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill

I say, cash rules everything around me
Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, yup, money, yup, dollar, yup

They say the rap game remind them of the crack game
That's why they money go quicker than a crack high
My money stack high, how high? Shaq high
Yao high, that's why, yours is Bow Wow high

You lookin' at your new hustle like ya last hustle
Was looked at as Russell in my past hustle
Shorty, work it, she be on her ass, hustle
She make it clap, she know how to work them ass muscles

Fast, rush you, then back to the money
They say I'm frontin', can't turn my back to the money
And truthfully, you cool but I'm attracted to money
So why don't you turn ya back to the money and let it shake

I'm lovin' how you move that smooth, you let it snake
But playas don't chase at it, baby, we let it make
Bet it make sense when you make them dollars
I ain't gotta make 'em move but I make 'em holla

It's my year but y'all could help me celebrate
I'm nine fifteen, that means, I'm hella straight
The Swizz stacks, Just Blaze bucks
I'm back for my money, it's just they luck, fuck

Come on, man, cash rules everything around me
Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill

I say, cash rules everything around me
Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, yup, money, yup, dollar, yup

Put ya money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Put ya money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Let me see it up, yup, let me see it up
Let me see it up, yup, let me see it up

Ladies, money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Money in the air, money in the air
Let me see it up, nigga you don't believe that

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Come Clean - Lyrics - The Sun Rises In The East - Jeru The Damaja

Title: Come Clean
Album: The Sun Rises In The East
Artist: Jeru The Damaja
Composer(s): K Jones, Kendrick Davis, F Scruggs, C Parker, Chris Martin, T Taylor

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Lyric:
You wanna front what? Jump up and get bucked
If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck
I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make 'em fagot flambes
Your nine spray my mind spray

Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk
The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk
You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin' that game
You won't survive get live catchin' wreck is our thing

I don't gang bang or shoot out bang, bang
The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang
I'm a true master you can check my credentials
'Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials

Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow
Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba
So deep that you can scuba dive my jive
Origin is unknown like the Judas

I've accumulated honies all across the map
'Cuz I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in
Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroiliac
I'm the mack so I don't need to tote a Mac

My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate
It's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state
Stagnate nonsense but if you persist
You'll get ya snot box bust you press up on this

I flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip
You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped
Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit

Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble
Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle

You're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin' nothing
That's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten
Have you forgotten, I'll tap you jaw
I also kick like kung fu flicks by run run shaw

Made frauds bleed every time I g'd
'Cuz I've perfected my drunken style like Sam seed
Pseudo psychos I play like Michael
Jackson when I'm bustin' ass and breakin' backs

Inhale the petrified aroma
Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma
Toes the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka
And bring your clique 'cuz I'm a hard rock knock a

I gotcha, out on a limb I'm about to push you off the brink
Let you draw your craw but you burnin' shot breaks
When the East is in the house you should come equipped

Fly like a jet sting like a hornet
Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it
Dirty rotten scoundrels is crushin' fools no joke
With styles more fatal than second hand smoke

Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor
'Cuz I blow up spots like the world trade center
Come with the super trooper on his assault mission
The tench's technique 'cuz he's a technician

Wishin' he'll go away won't help the weapons stop
The skills are shot 'cuz any idiot can let off a glock
Hard rock smellin' the clutch of this untouchable
You claim you got beef on the streets so whatcha

Gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you
And you don't got your crew
Pull your glock but you don't got the heart
You was webbed straight from the start

Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it
Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it
Just for frontin' you got that ass waxed

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Like The 309 - Lyrics - American V: A Hundred Highways - Johnny Cash

Title: Like The 309
Album: American V: A Hundred Highways
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Johnny Cash

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Lyric:
It should be a while before I see Dr. Death
So it would sure be nice if I could get my breath
Well, I'm not the crying nor the whining kind
Till I hear the whistle of the 309
Of the 309, of the 309
Put me in my box on the 309

Take me to the depot, put me to bed
Blow an electric fan on my gnarly old head
Everybody take a look, see I'm doing fine
Then load my box on the 309
On the 309, on the 309
Put me in my box on the 309

Hey sweet baby, kiss me hard
Draw my bath water, sweep my yard
Give a drink of my wine to my Jersey cow
I wouldn't give a hootin' hell for my journey now
On the 309, on the 309

I hear the sound of a railroad train
The whistle blows and I'm gone again
It will take me higher than a Georgia pine
Stand back children, it's a 309
It's a 309, it's a 309
Put me in my box on the 309

A chicken in the pot and turkey in the corn
Ain't felt this good since jubilee morn
Talk about luck, well, I got mine
Has me comin' down like the 309

Write me a letter, sing me a song
Tell me all about it, what I did wrong
Meanwhile, I will be doing fine
Then load my box on the 309
On the 309, on the 309
Goin' to get out of here on the 309

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Bad Man - Lyrics - Conway Twitty

Title: Bad Man
Artist: Conway Twitty
Composer(s): Conway Twitty

Lyric:
I have the reputation that's known throughout the land
They say I'm master on the draw of any livin' man
They call me a bad man, they say I kill for fun
They say the only thing I know is how to use a gun
But they don't know the reason they branded me as bad
It started many years ago when I was just a lad

I rode into a cattle town, a boy of twenty-three
So young and yet that very day I carved my destiny
I walked into the town saloon that sad and faithful day
Then I began to gamble to pass the time away
I thought I played a hand or two then hit the thrill again
But Lady Luck was with me and I began to win

The dealer kept on dealin', the stakes were gettin' high
And pretty soon there was no one left but an old cowboy and I
The minutes seemed like hours, you couldn't hear a sound
We've been in race until we'd lay all our money down
The cowboy smiled and showed his hands, three aces he did hold
But I laid down the royal flush and reached to claim my gold

The cowboy stood and faced me, his hands hung on his hips
A look of hate was in his eyes and the smile had left his lips
He said, ?Young man, slap leather, I'm known for miles around
To keep my reputation about I got to gun you down?
White lightnin' speeded through that fire, one life will be the cost
The cowboy crumbled to the floor, his reputation lost

Now years have come and years have gone and many men have died
He's tried his luck and hoped he'd be the fastest gun alive
And in my many fights to live, I wondered if I'd won
I'm known by all the bad men, they think I kill for fun
Someday I'll meet the cowboy who's speed will meet the test
And that will in the saga of the bad man of the west

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Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam - Lyrics - Carrying On - Montgomery Gentry

Title: Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam
Album: Carrying On
Artist: Montgomery Gentry
Composer(s): Don Scaife, Phil Thomas, Ronny Scaife

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Lyric:
Every Friday evening about sundown
Old Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Come ridin' their mules and leading their hounds
Down to my place

They holler, "Hey, son, have you got a drink
Gonna make it hard on you if in you ain't
I'd grin and point to a jug
Coolin' in the spring

They turn the hounds loose and let 'em run
Drink a little whiskey and have a lot of fun
Talk about the days when they were younger
Than nowadays

Talk about the women young and old
It was hard to believe all the stories told
And I wondered how they got to be as old
As they are now

Well, Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Fought together in Vietnam
Mean as hell but they say
"Yes, ma'am" to your momma

They gambled away all the money they made
Knowing they were never gonna change their ways
Living out every single day
Like another wasn't comin'

Well, old Black Jack Fletcher was an ornery man
And Mississippi Sam didn't give a damn
They'd steal a lady from a man
While he was lookin'

Well, there ain't no doubt they were both outlaws
Turnin' yellow corn into alcohol
But they never hurt no one
Who didn't need a hurtin'

Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Always getting in and out of a jam
Makin' up their own law of the land
While a runnin'

They knew life was just a luck of the draw
So they played a game with the local law
Laughin' and sayin'
"A catchin' comes before a hangin'"

Now I wouldn't take nothin' for those days
And every now and then I visit their graves
And as the moon hangs in the haze
I have me a drink to Fletcher and Sam

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Hanging Tree - Lyrics - Blackmores Night

Title: Hanging Tree
Artist: Blackmores Night
Composer(s): Ritchie Blackmore, Candice Night

Lyric:
There have been many tales
Tainted by truth, twisted by time
Some choose to forget
Yet it still weaves webs in their minds

And it seems like she's been here forever
Her branches as black as the seas
She's been through it all by the luck of the draw
She became the old hanging tree

She asked for nothing
Except maybe a little rain
They used her strength
To help them steal lives away

And she witnessed the sadness and sorrow
To this day she still doesn't know why
But her heart broke when they came with the rope
To declare her the old hanging tree

Life stranger then fiction
Can make you want to cry
Roots could never stop her
From reaching for the sky

Life stranger then fiction
Can make you want to cry
Roots could never stop her
From reaching for the sky

Those years have all past
Lucky for us, lucky for her
Now, children play at her feet
And in her arms, she cradles birds

And it seems she's been here forever
But these days are the best that she's seen
Still somewhere in the back of her mind is the time
She was known as the old hanging tree

Yes, somewhere in the back of her mind is the time
She was known as the old hanging tree

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Goons Lurkin - Lyrics - The Real Testament - Plies

Title: Goons Lurkin
Album: The Real Testament
Artist: Plies
Composer(s): Algernod L Washington

Lyric:
Car full of choppers and everybody quiet
A car full of goons and everybody certified
And if you froze up last time you can't ride
It's goin? down tonight ?coz these goons out lurkin

Car full of choppers and everybody quiet
A car full of goons and everybody certified
And if you froze up last time you can't ride
It's goin? down tonight ?coz these goons out lurkin

Five in the mornin?, ain't nobody out but us
And everybody sleep but we been awake to sit up
And finna teach you *** ?bout playin? with us
We find your duck *** tonight, lil? homie, you out of luck

And he don't know we comin?, finna get his life took
We ride with Bin Laden *** a hundred round plus
Before he went to sleep he ain't know he wouldn't be wakin? up
It?s already understood, the *** get behind us, flush

And we ain't comin? home till all the clips empty
And we ain't shootin? up no house, it draw too much attention
We catch your *** comin? out, lil? homie, you guess it
And I bet one mother*** thing *** we ain't missing

Car full of choppers and everybody quiet
A car full of goons and everybody certified
And if you froze up last time you can't ride
It's goin? down tonight ?coz these goons out lurkin

Car full of choppers and everybody quiet
A car full of goons and everybody certified
And if you froze up last time you can't ride
It's goin? down tonight ?coz these goons out lurkin

You might miss the newspaper but you gon? make the news
Victim found face down, knocked him by the shoes
Them choppers went off, he tried to run but couldn't move
Sawed him in a half, that chopper broke him down in two

Everything them hollow points hit knock them loose
We want your homeboys, naw *** we ain't through
Them *** find a hundred *** but ain't got a clue
Now everybody claim they know who *** over you

A big mouth don't get you *** but a big funeral
And a bunch of mother*** cryin? who claimin? they knew you
You can't bring him back, stop cryin?, the *** dead
He should've kept his mouth close, he ain't know how to play it

Car full of choppers and everybody quiet
A car full of goons and everybody certified
And if you froze up last time you can't ride
It's goin? down tonight ?coz these goons out lurkin

Car full of choppers and everybody quiet
A car full of goons and everybody certified
And if you froze up last time you can't ride
It's goin? down tonight ?coz these goons out lurkin

?Coz these goons out lurkin

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Drop In The Bucket - Lyrics - Cowboy Town - Brooks &Amp; Dunn

Title: Drop In The Bucket
Album: Cowboy Town
Artist: Brooks &Amp; Dunn
Composer(s): Kix Brooks, Bob Dipiero

Lyric:
It?s just a drop in the bucket ?til the bucket fills up
?Til the bucket fills up it?s just a drop in the bucket
It?s a wild card drawn ?til you draw to a pair
Then you draw another pair and you?re getting somewhere

Just a penny on the street until you stop and pick it up
When you stop and pick it up, it can change your luck
It?s just a drop in the bucket ?til the bucket fills up
?Til the bucket fills up it?s just a drop in the bucket

Oh, it?s just another day ?til it turns into night
Then the lights get bright and you feel alright
And it?s just another pair of old cowboy boots
Until you?re on that floor and you start to move

It?s just another song on that old guitar
Until that old guitar makes you a star
It?s just a drop in the bucket ?til the bucket fills up
?Til the bucket fills up it?s just a drop in the bucket

A shot of brown liquor and a smoky bar
Can make you a little bit better than you are
A small dance floor and a long slow dance
Can turn into a real romance, take a chance

It?s an innocent kiss ?til it feels like this
When it feels like this then you just can?t miss
She ain?t nothing but a dream ?til you find that girl
When you find that girl she can change your world

Oh, it?s just another house when you?re sitting alone
?Til your honey comes home, then it?s on, it?s on
Just a drop in the bucket ?til the bucket fills up
?Til the bucket fills up it?s just a drop in the bucket

Take a long hot day and some bright sunshine
To make a little thing called summertime, summertime
Take a walk out on the beach and a tender touch
Make a little thing called love, talking sweet love

It?s a drop in the bucket ?til the bucket fills up
?Til the bucket fills up it?s just a drop in the bucket
It?s just a drop in the bucket ?til the bucket fills up
?Til the bucket fills up it?s just a drop in the bucket

Just a drop in the bucket
Oh, it?s just another day ?til it turns into night
Then the lights get bright and you feel alright
Just a drop in the bucket
Yeah, just another pair of old cowboy boots
Until you?re on that floor and you start to move
Just a drop in the bucket

Yeah, just another song on that old guitar
Until that old guitar makes you a star
Just a drop in the bucket
It?s just a drop in the bucket ?til the bucket fills up
?Til the bucket fills up it?s just a drop in the bucket

Just a drop, just a drop in the bucket

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Spider Fingers - Lyrics - Bruce Hornsby

Title: Spider Fingers
Artist: Bruce Hornsby
Composer(s): Bruce Hornsby

Lyric:
So nice to be here
With all you good people
Is anybody listening
To what we're doing tonight?

Could you give us a chance
While you hit the sauce?
Might try a little flash up here
Just to get ourselves across

Hit it
Let the spirit linger
Get up
And do the spider fingers

I could show you on a table
I could show you on a chair
I's best shown on the black and whites
I know I could take you there

It's just a little hand trick
A little prestidigitation
Better get out your Hanon
Practice and repetition

We better do something
Before they tell us to get lost
Sometimes you've just got to repeat yourself
Just to get your point across

Hit it
Let the spirit linger
Get up
Do the spider fingers
A little spider tongue

How long will we be here
Well babe, I just don't know
Depends on fate, the luck of the draw
Or maybe a little flashy show

Hit it
Let the spirit linger
Get up
And do the spider fingers

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Desire - Lyrics - Get Ready - 2 Unlimited

Title: Desire
Album: Get Ready
Artist: 2 Unlimited
Composer(s): Phil Wilde, Jean Paul De Coster, Michael Leahy, Peter Bauwens, Flip De Wilde, Slijngaar

Lyric:
Come closer, baby
I wanna touch you
'Cause I'm filled with desire
It's burning in the block with a fever like fire
Desire

Uuh, there's something on your mind
When you look across the room
I know there's something you can find

Uuh, you're on the borderline
When I look into your eyes
I know there's something on your mind
It's called desire

Desire, the call of the heart
Fix you up and dish my apart
Attraction, without satisfaction
Sure ain't enough 'cause you want interaction

Now, not a moment to waste
Hunger in you know wanna to be
Pulling at your heart, burning in your bud
With people like fire, desire

Lust when your body says much
You can wish at a star but don't trust luck
If you beaten by book, hooked on the draw
Then look for a girl to share your love

Heaven, where the angels don't go
Heaven, where dicks turn to green
It's pulling at heart, running in your head
Makes your skin scream, uh, desire

Desess, leave those body's alone
You got it on your mind and you're not the only one
Attraction, the kiss of introduction
Look into our eyes and the kiss becomes abduction

Here, where the angels don't go
Heaven and nothing but dicks
You playing with your heart, playing with your life
But you know you got to start, desire

Uuh, you fill me up
You fill me up
You fill me with desire

Uuh, something on you mind
Something on your mind
Hey, hey
Uuh, burning like fire

Yeah, you fill me with desire
You fill me with desire
Hey boy, something on your mind
Something on your mind

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No Feelings - Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Title: No Feelings
Album: Kuruption!
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Ricardo Brown, Anthony Moody, Tracey Horton, Stephen Walker

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Lyric:
Nigga, I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?
I got no reason to live
So make your mind up

What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you
Nigga I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?

I got no reason to live
So make your mind up
What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you

Dustin' you off like dirty finger prints on evidence
Battlin' me ya dead like presidents
I'm Fresh like Prince, Jazzy like Jeff
The man just like Meth

Crazy like Left plus jams is like Def
Wid a pen I'm king like Kurupt
When I throw a style you betta duck
If you don't yo ass is outta luck

Don't fuck, wid the masta
If I have to, the I'll blast ya
Then go to church to see my pastor
Why ya have to be like this

Me and the mic's tight like Gladys Knight and the Pips
This year my son turned six
Yo style's wack and you need to get that shit fixed
Representin' Jersey my raps hittin' harder than bricks

I'm iller, realer, than ya local drug dealer
Come to my villa, meet the nine milla
Lettin' off, where I stop you gettin' off
Make you feel it juts like Latifah's kiss in set it off

You want war come on, put on the boxing gloves
People call me an artist in the canvas
'Cause I draw blood, that's what's up
Wid the shit I maneuver

Hit the losers wid a Luger, than lay up in Aruba
I'm gon' be rappin' till you motherfuckas get sick ah me on the mic
I'm sicker than ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the cico, the freako
Holdin' heat somewhere on Wall Street wid Sloppy Joe
You hear me though?

Nigga, I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?
I got no reason to live
So make your mind up

What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you
Nigga I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?

I got no reason to live
So make your mind up
What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you

My name is Stephen, I eat MCs for no apparent reason
It in you if you skeezin' I'm pleasin'
Those who dare, I advise you not to stare
You be assed out like a flat tyre widout a spare

I declare war before I had to even the score
You got me hot like sand on the shore, I'm runnin' the floor
Like a ballerina, I go back like Flava Flav in cold Medina
I get homies to make you say, "You seen her?"

I'm pregnant, but only in my mind
Hopin' my baby rhyme grows up to be a triple platinum album
I fell on, using the steel to do crimes
Smoked so many niggas they put up no smoking signs

Charismatic asthmatic, ballin' like Madden
Cream, automatic attractive like a magnet
Speedin' like car racin', cream like carnation
Burned out my Playstation while cats be scar facin'

Hey old lady, sorry's all I can say
By bills got me lookin' at pocket books, in a different way
Fox got the bubbled eye Benz-o
I'm in the back of Kurupt flex truck playin' 64 Nintendo

Get peeled, skills in the fields
Raw dog raw deals, niggas either ill, fake or real
Penetrates I only heard ah tens and thirty eights
Ride as the niggas turnin' states and flippin' crates

Get lift like weights, bust and radiate spreadin' infections
Murderous mafia connections, I wanna feel touched like feelings
Start drillin' start ampin' out, hittin' wid autos campin' out
Wid autos innovative calculative creative

Touched nigga, hectic, wid a couple seconds
A bust nigga, from a distance I can peep a fuck up
You on the Ave wid nuthin' but cash to get stuck up
Man them diamonds y'all got is nice, hot

Never seen cowards wid so much ice
I got blocks to get all that's got behind the scenes
Sellin' glocks, tech nines, sixteens and magazines
Zines, zines, zines

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Hit U Up - Lyrics - Lights Out - Lil' Wayne

Title: Hit U Up
Album: Lights Out
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Christopher Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Tab Virgil

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Lyric:
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas and sharks
Niggas that's 'bout beefin' lettin' them K's spark

Knockin' it off your shoulder soldiers, them real niggas
Niggas who did time hard to kill niggas
How you live you get it is the way a nigga play it
Niggas ain't fightin' no more niggas bustin' your head

Sendin' you to your grave, it's do or die, cousin
Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin
They dressin' in black, prepared for combat
Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks

Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust
You get hit, that's on you, my nigga, you're outta luck
You're stuck like chuck, wodie, you're assed out
That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth

Get erased, my nigga
(My nigga)
Look here, I leave no trace, my nigga
(My nigga)
No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga
(My nigga)

Fled the scene, so you have no case, my nigga, case, my nigga
Look here, you can play if you wanna get down
Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Whaa?)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up

I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'ma take to my grave
Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave
Must was meant for me to be thuggin', I stay in some beef
Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets"

I can't help, I draw attention, they be fuckin' with me
I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets
A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police"
Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east

Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust 'em up

Still stickin' to the G-code, Ree's, and B's
Quit drinkin' but I will smoke some weed indeed
All they understand is my project English
And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

I run the streets 'cause I'm real if it's daylight or dark
You a killer, nigga? Ain't no fear in my heart
(Eah?)
I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war
I'll even go K for K with ya, now make your choice

Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga
Better know that I'm a snake, and I'ma sneak ya, nigga
Each time I hit the corner, I be leavin' niggas
Momma upset, can't even go on and grievin', nigga

Nothin' change, I'm on TV, I don't play with you niggas
Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas
And empty a hundred out that K
Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me

I've been in the game, niggas know what I'm 'bout
So many murders under my belt, I done lost count
If you wanna be another number, my nigga
Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
Now, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

Now, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
Look, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Whaa?)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

Hello, world
I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter
Young mobster, wild and obnoxious
Pop some in your dreadlocks, what? Me not no rookie, boy

Glock cookin', boy
I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy
Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin'
Spark or lace somethin'

Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin'
Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call America
And in my hood the laws are scared of us, we are too terrible
If I live to be old, it's a miracle

'Cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical
That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo
Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you
Don't blame me, society changed me

You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar
Cut off lights, we masked riders
The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake
With boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
Look, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga
(Ooh)
(Did you see that?)

We hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
(Did you see that?)
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

Boy, look
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
Look, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

Nigga, we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me
We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin'
And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these Boys, nigga
(Hot hot hot)
Let 'em burn, nigga
Let 'em burn, nigga
B. Geezy, Lil Wheezy, Juvy, Two Tymer

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Some Girls - Lyrics - J.C. Chasez

Title: Some Girls
Artist: J.C. Chasez
Composer(s): Joshua C Chasez, Alex Greggs, Bradley Daymond Ralph

Lyric:
The door is coming off the hinges
I'm 'bout to pass out, no doubt it's hot in here
Because the club is full of women
It's wall to wall and I got my crew with me

We grab a table spot to chill in
Hunt down a waitress, make an order, here we go
Throw back a drink and let it kick in
It takes a minute, who's ready to have some fun?

Get up and take a lap and mingle
Love being single on a night like this, yeah
So many beautiful young people
That game is lethal, you don't have to kill 'em though

Just look at everyone as equal
While you were dancin' she was watchin', feeling you
Her and her girlfriends by the speaker
All moving on each other, this is when the show begins

Baby girl, you keep lookin' at me, move your body, so sexy
Nice and slow, watch you roll, you know how I like it
Baby girl, 'cause you know you got me, move your body, so sexy
Nice and slow, watch you roll, you know how I like it

Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's roll
Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's go

Might have to peel me off the ceiling
I'm like a soda that's been shaken up, boom
I find the playfulness appealing
That cat and mouse chase, on your mark, get ready, go

Send you a drink, see what the deal is
Held up your glass and blew a kiss and took a sip
When you were finished, back to business
You and your girlfriends group up, this is how you draw them in

Baby girl, you keep lookin' at me, move your body, so sexy
Nice and slow, watch you roll, you know how I like it
Baby girl, 'cause you know you got me, move your body, so sexy
Nice and slow, watch you roll, you know how I like it

Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's roll
Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's go

Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's roll
Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's go

Step right up and spin the wheel, all charged up on what you feel
Make an approach tryin' to keep it real, what's your name, girl?
Try your luck and spin the wheel, all charged up on what you feel
Make an approach tryin' to keep it real, I wanna take you home

Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's roll
Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's go

Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's roll
Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's go

Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's roll
Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's go

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How Soon We Forget - Lyrics - Twenty - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: How Soon We Forget
Album: Twenty
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Pat Buchanan, Donnie Van Zant, Johnny Van Zant, Robert White Johnson

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Lyric:
Every time I think I got it all figured out
Then I draw a blank and my whole world crashes down
So many people have got it worse than me
But that could change tomorrow, ain't no guarantee

How soon we forget to count every blessing
If you think you got it bad, take a look around
How soon we forget, life is one big lesson
Still we make the same mistakes time and time again
And how soon we forget

Got a friend of mine who says he's run all out of luck
But he'll be fine 'cause he just ain't drunk enough
The world is empty when you're slammin' those shots down
How can you be happy, son when the Devil's hangin' 'round?

How soon we forget to count every blessing
If you think you got it bad, take a look around
How soon we forget, life is one big lesson
Still we make the same mistakes time and time again
How soon we forget, how soon we forget

Just remember, thank God you're here today
If you got the will you can find a way, oh
How soon we forget, oh baby, oh

How soon we forget to count every blessing
If you think you got it bad, take a look around
How soon we forget, life is one big lesson
Still we make the same mistakes time and time again
Well, there's a message to this madness here my friend
Will we ever learn before the story ends?

Soon we all forget, how soon we forget
Soon we forget, oh
Well, take a look around and you will see
Soon we all forget, oh, oh

So many people have got it worse than me
Oh, can't you see how soon we all forget?

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