Maintaining - Lyrics - Resurrection - Common

Title: Maintaining
Album: Resurrection
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Dion Wilson

Lyric:
Gotta watch out for them critters
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh

I was born in Chicago, raised on Planet Rock
Talking zsa zsa zsa zsa
Catch knock my tape like beats, I'm fresh as fruits
(Uh)
You pussy MC, it's you I rebuke, repent
You burn up, you got me bit, I'm coming as ebit
Got on big hoes at Freak nit, frequently your telling me
Won and worn your rockets
So he ain't put no scratch in my pocket

Yo heard, with my head I cock it
And rock it like that brother in Colors
'Cuz I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin' to the rear
But I can't get us all in free, it's just another case of that 2 dollar MC
(What?)
I rock the same clothes 3 days straight to you
They wrinkled but to my they straight
Now I'm straight, are you straight? I'm straight as long as I got beer
I thought about it Jack, and now I'm out of here

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

I need me some new socks, I need me some new drawers
I draws attention like a letter to a sargent
Theres a few good MC's the wack, I'm giving code red
Slim say I got nobody but when they see me at the party
They be like, "Go 'head, go 'head"
'Cuz I got's the cuts like Bobby, rappers are dick heads
Choppin' they demo, I do it like Big Red
My office hours are from 9 to 5
While you avoid the party I make it live

The fellas nod and the chicks dance
While I'm coolin' in my jumpers and my big pants
I'm as dope as PCP, MC's see me and start having flashbacks
I don't flash scratch, I gotta watch my back
Now a days blacks don't know how to act
Besides Larry Fishburn, Charles Jug and Wesly Snipes
Marks wanna test me because I test the mics
I check 'em like sound, and like loose I'm down
Plus I done got better since soul by the pound, I maintain

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

I fall fresh apon the spirit, with the lyric that's overwhelming
And house more hoes then Spell man
Worse unwelcome like James Johnston
My brains sponsoring speech on the mic, I'm like a Jackson
Rappers I'm fondling, they try to settle out of court
But I, could never be bought, what type of rebel eats pork?
I'll take the cat and never get caught, you wack together we fought
'Cuz I can't see my melons boxing if he's not boxin' with 'em

I don't care who started it, I'm gonna be apart of it
Regardless of the odds of how hard
It's been many times we was outnumbered and we still got with them
I got rhythm from some boogers and some foxes
But if I becomes a 10 then some brothers all some gin
And I got juice, and this niggas scared

I'll F your head up, like the L.A.
For when I flow for cash I got for broke like Mel for Moore
Why should a male with a B8 get more then me?
When Rashid got an MC degree and a doctrine in rockin' shit
I go to docs to get a fish wish with cheese
I don't mix with MC's 'cuz I just don't like the mother [unverified]
But I'm still maintaining

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

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Strangers - Lyrics - Transistor - 311

Title: Strangers
Album: Transistor
Artist: 311
Composer(s): Nicholas Lofton Hexum

Lyric:
Now I don't know you
You don't know me
But I can show you
Where is the beat

And you can do as you feel
As long as you move
Two perfect strangers
Sharing a groove

Now I don't know you
And you don't know me
But I can show you
Where is the beat

And you can do as you feel
As long as you move
Two perfect strangers
Sharing a groove

Suckers step up
And want to 'cause friction
But violence is for those
Who can't handle diction

Competition is waning
Circumnavigate the draining
Complaining about those
Who are steady maintaining the jam

Jump into the pit and just slam
Big respect goes out to those who can
Have a [Incomprehensible] once in a while
Act a fool just to mark time yo that's my style

You can do as you feel
As long as you move
Two perfect strangers
Sharing a groove

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I'Ll Beat Yo Azz - Lyrics - Crime Mob - Crime Mob

Title: I'Ll Beat Yo Azz
Album: Crime Mob
Artist: Crime Mob
Composer(s): Alphonce Tyree Smith, Venetia Lewis, Jonathan Lewis, Chris Dejon Henderson, Jarques Usher

Lyric:
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat the breaks off a nigga if he thinking that he realer
Than the six feet four I'm the giant out of the river
I deliver all the hits teach you how to talk that shit
I'm the one who got these niggaz screaming Ellen wood bitch
Chrome shit to yo face ever lasting like the yay
Put them hands on that nigga told him to get up out of my way
It's okay you can say in your place where you'll be found
From the club to the lot see how M.I.G get down

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz

Stop all that yapping bitch back the fuck off of me
You gonna be the one to fall over from my fucking killing spree
Favoring on the seven then them days that I be stacking' G's
Call me the leader of this crucial ass army
My nigga you swear you hard talking' shit maintaining my ana
Look at my mother fucking gun it is like Tony Montana's
Back back my nigga and give me fifty feet
MOB off in this bitch and we beat that ass asleep

What's up with ya fuck nigga back the fuck off before I swing my fist
You come get it I got it you know stopping' popin' ain't taking no shit
I stay with my niggaz surrounding don't try to down or clown me
Talking that trash off in the club, fuck nigga what?
I swing for myself and beat yo lil' ass
Crime Mob the click and we be the shit

And we be the niggaz that don't give a fuck
Stop all the hating bitch you faking?
Step on that station you will get your ass stuck
Ready to buck, ready to ride, crunk in the club with my click on my side
Get your hand off my bad I sit up and thrash
So let that be nothing to it just yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz

You don't want no problems 'cause I'll have to solve them
You don't want to dance with this ass 'cause I'll drop ya
Psycho B. gonna rock ya address it like a heavy weight
I'll spray you off like mack and hit your ass when you violate
Because this sir ain't no game y'all ain't ready we too buck
These chop pas is to crucial they too brutal for you bra
So if you got some ana and you feel you stand a chance
You met the right nigga that will knock you out from standing

Watch yo back when I hit the door
You think that I am playing games man?
I am here to take out you hoes
And put shots that fit through your brain
We carrying deadly things I am known for correcting lames
Come test me I'm ready it is going to be hectic up in this game

MOB that be my click I down hoes for talking shit
Don't throw yo azz because you gonna get hit
That is the price for popping quick
Don't hate me for making cash
I'm the best, what you want some best?
Don't think I am scared to blast because
I will bust and beat all y'all ass

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Fickle - Lyrics - Showtime - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Fickle
Album: Showtime
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Lamont Dozier, Dylan Mills

Lyric:
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll fined when I reach rewined

Dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
'Coz I dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knowz what I'll find when I reach, reach

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

I fined myself in a pickle is music against fickle
Surrounded by big dogs that I consider lckle
As they crash the particle the other giants
I might apply some knowledge and wait for a ripple
On my shoulder is a tripple
Some love it some hate the idea is hustle and publicly thugging
Squeeze a dollar from a nickle, my outlook feel free to judge it
I'll be damed if you budge it

Got my name on my cheque book, sole trading
I ain't even old ageing, but my question is my soul fading
I'm maintaining, 'coz I can't say I'm slaving but I guess I'm raving
But who's to say I'll make it unless I fake it
And if I overlook myself will it overdo my wealth will it?
This pains staking I got my head aching
Stressed out 'coz I let my money rake in

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

Crossing tribulation as a skip across the nation
High sky playa I seen no limitations
Only God creations and Devil temptations
I see to reap the benifits of my publications
So show me where's the money?
Spare me the congratulations
Forget the industry for goverment and vaccinations

Everybody wanna be ghetto but nobody wanna be poor
All you follow fashion dummys ain't eating no more
You can dirty try to thank me you can start with a cheer
But if you choose to blag I'll take it to the next stair
I couldn't be a fool I keep it gully to the next
Rewind the ripple I demand the collects

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

To all my U.K roll youths
Stick on ya hustle boots, steady on, trudge along
Operation ghetto wrong, in the night come aboard
Find yourself a craft find a set make it strong
Perfect it before ya know it don't respect it
Remember it's your movie, so direct it

Never let nobody tamper with it or correct it
And by any means do what you want to protect it
'Coz there's money to be making, it's a cold world to
Nobody's got there best interest at heart like you
So any obstacle you come across find you away around
But if you feel it can't be found bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

Dig real deep through the depths of mind
Lord knows what I'll find when I bore staight through
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll find, bore staight through

Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll find when I rewind

To the years when a teacher couldn't teach
Think back to the days where I couldn't be told
Now its a few years and I feel lost
Trying to live the high life but at what cost

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Womanopoly - Lyrics - Soulstar - Musiq Soulchild

Title: Womanopoly
Album: Soulstar
Artist: Musiq Soulchild
Composer(s): Talib Johnson, Ivan Barias, Carvin Ransum Haggins

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Lyric:
Yo listen, I met this girl on Baltic Ave
And you can tell how she steps on Boardwalk
She was from Park Place
I asked what she was doing on this side of town
She said she had some taxes to pay

I figured I'd take a chance and advance to go
And find out more about her
'Cause there's more to know than the ways she sways
And the way that she wears her clothes
Or the way that she plays this game so cold

She said she came up rough
And the one income household was not enough
There'd be nights she'd go to sleep cold and hungry
'Cause her mom was always short on food and money

See people used to joke a lot
And tease her 'bout her clothes not bein' in style
Dressed in dingy skirts and dirty sneakers
From the finest second hand down on Oriental Ave

But now look at her, she got this game on lock
Anything that she ever wanted, now she got it
And I gotta say, I'm so proud to see
That someone like her is in control, womanopoly

Once she graduated Jr. High
She started working overtime
Scrubbing floors or working on assembly lines
Just so she could help her mother out

And after college they moved into Marvin's Garden
And she got a job working at the city water department
To save enough cash
To move into Community Chest condos on Pennsylvania Ave

She fell in love with this dude name Ray
Who was a small time hustler form St. Charles' Place
And he was known for always bein' in and out of trouble
But the problem was that he was never on her level

She argued with her mom about Ray's work
Till he got sent up state on the same say that she gave birth
But see the baby never made it
It drove her nearly crazy and she couldn't take it

But now look at her, she got this game on lock
Anything that she ever wanted, now she got it
And I gotta say, I'm so proud to see
That someone like her is in control, womanopoly

Listen, see where she came from
Many people find it hard just to hang on
You often find them in the same place complaining
Instead of finding a better way of maintaining

She could have balled up and cry
Wish that she would die and just gave up on trying
Instead she grind from the bottom just to make it to the bottom
Now she's on top and she's flying

But now look at her, she got this game on lock
Anything that she ever wanted
Now she got it and I gotta say, I'm so proud to see
That someone like her is in control, womanopoly

But now look at her, she got this game on lock
Anything that she ever wanted
Now she got it and I gotta say, I'm so proud to see
That someone like her is in control, womanopoly

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Be Me - Lyrics - Scorpion - Eve

Title: Be Me
Album: Scorpion
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): R Pile, M Gomez, A Mitchell, E Jeffers

Lyric:
I'm just trying to be me, to be me

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl

Uh oh, when I was broke cats was like do that
Now that I got something cats is like screw that
They wish I could've blew that
Back with them complaining

Spassing, stressed out, not maintaining
I move on speak shit so far from so long
You the one that made me go forth and go on
Blew up called me cherry bomb

Changed my hair from blond
Mad 'cause I can go investigate the whole Gucci line
Let me live niggas, did this with my own rhymes
Publishing's a motherfucker baby and I own mines

Worked hard, I deserve the best in life
She stay clean, I deserve to be dressed up right
She spits mean, God definitely blessed her right

We can all buy diamonds and furs nothing to tell
We can all buy the mall with nothing to sell
Your career's dead wrong, change your style
Wear a wail

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl

Mad 'cause we got shit dropped what I dropped shit
Mad 'cause we killing it all we do is drop hits
Long cash, twenty-one, investigating in stock shit
Call the [unverified] long so I could cock shit

Now I'm supposed to down play all the things I want in my life
Got my own money now, ain't gotta be nobody wife
Only if I want to, not 'cause I need to
Choose the situations I do and do not go through

I told you I was gonna make it big, gonna grow
This is dedicated to all of the haters that didn't know
But they know who it was haters created my buzz
Talking about me made people wonder who she was

And I'm here now going on my second year now
Fuck it, we could take it there, keep at a stare down
Now I think that my message is clear now
That bitch E V E singing what you hear now

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl

Traveling to me away was Atlantic City
Now, float me in a boat in the Atlantic feel me
Gotta come to the table with something 'cause I got mine
Gotta spoil Eve royally, not just like pipe line

Say I ain't your type, matches make you jelly
(Lying)
I said it before, I can fill my own belly, uh, need you for what
Get in where you fit in, if you can

I'ma keep it comfortable, that's my plan understand
I'm just trying to be me, bubble and Philly bitch
Coarse I'ma boss and floss, I ain't no silly bitch
Bet she come fully equipped from chips to whip

Keys to her own crib, big shit to grip
I'm living it down, so ya simmer it down
Went from ooh sheek to, oh I remember her now
Niggas couldn't stand her, now they wanna give her a pound
Wanna know her 'cause my feet is planted in the ground

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl
...

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Radio Silence - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Radio Silence
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
Signal fading, listen to what I'm sayin'
"Testin', testin'"
This better be worth all of the breath I'm wastin'
Maintainin' radio silence from now on

Barricaded in the talk radio station
Hostage taken
The red "On air" light shines on
Somethin' cheaper that passes for free speech will have to do

Hear him comin' through loud and clear
He's tricklin' in your ear
He'll tell you anythin'
You want to hear

The tape starts runnin'
He's goin' to tell you somethin'
The strings start strummin' another humdrum conundrum
Signin' off now maintainin' radio silence from now on

But there's one thing I should have said
"The hostage will end up dead"
It's just a comedy
The hostage is me

So pay the ransom beyond the run-out groove in
Get my wife down here
A helicopter on the roof, no police marksman
Maintainin' radio silence from now on

Mystery voices
Drowned out by too much choice that's not to mention
The sad waste of this wonderful invention
Maintainin' radio silence from now on

Libraries filled up with failed ideas
There's nothin' more for me there
I trust in tender ink
And gentle airs

Do those drug dealers still polish women made of wax?
Gangsters and world leaders
Require the same protection from attack
From this distance it's hard to tell the difference
Between a King and a Jack, between a poet and hack
Maintaining radio silence from now on

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Racial Liberation - Lyrics - Refused

Title: Racial Liberation
Artist: Refused
Composer(s): Dennis Sven Olof Lyxzen, David Per Sandstrom

Lyric:
It's time to see, to dare and face the facts
It's been going on so long that we can't turn our backs
No more, we need to set things straight
We can't longer have a foundation built on hate

On lies of the white man's superiority
With these kind of ideals, we can never achieve equality
Racial tension increasing more and more
We gotta solve these problems from the core

And I see ignorance, anxiety and fear
That is breeding this hate
We gotta learn and educate
To get these problems solved
Racial liberation should be our goal

Society, still maintaining the tradition
By using violence and corruption
When people are trying to listen
To words that change and make a difference

They scare them, oppress them
Until they change opinion
By using colors they can still maintain
Conservative ways and actions that is causing so much pain

No, no more, you can't divide a nation
It's time to rise to the racial liberation
To only see things in black and white
Do you think that it's right?

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Double Standard - Lyrics - Hangnail

Title: Double Standard
Artist: Hangnail
Composer(s): Jacob Fredrick Dosemagen, Michael Shawn Middleton, Nick Radovanovic, Matthew Alan Wendt

Lyric:
I've tried and tried
To understand what, what you've been thinking
So where's your pride
When your security is self-seeking?

Misleading on
You're an example leading kids astray
So carry on
Don't you count on any help from me

Can't you see that your life's breaking?
It's what you wanted, I didn't think so
Are these walls that you've been making
What you wanted? Do you even know?

When you fall down
If you need me I'll be waiting
You convict yourself
Maintaining your integrity

Can't you see that your life's breaking?
It's what you wanted, I didn't think so
Are these walls that you've been making
What you wanted? Do you even know?

Can't you see that your life's breaking?
It's what you wanted, I didn't think so
Are these walls that you've been making
What you wanted? Do you even know?

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Cash Money Is An Army - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Cash Money Is An Army
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Byron O. Thomas

Lyric:
Shits just to real, respect my mind
I'm tellin' you what's real, I'm a come like this

Money making is my thing, 'cause I'm tryin' to be rich
Tryin' to put a way Mil that's why I'm in this studio on my shit
(Million)
Droppin' rap after rap like we sell Key after Key
Backed up by the best Fresh drop it beat after beat
(Mannie Fresh)

My click is the Hot Boys best believe we so hot
And dangerous if we in to deep will clear the whole block
No fake nuts at all nigga we roll to deep
With AK's off safety knockin' niggaz off their feet

I go by the name the B.G., I ride on chrome in the 98 Lex E-S-3
I bust a nigga dome for Baby, known as B-3 and all these niggaz
Know my dog a do the same for me, we family

Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to home nigga
It ain't gravy nigga

Don't playa hate me nigga 'cause I'll leave your shit stale
Light you're ass up real good you'll never get well

Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to harm me nigga
It ain't gravy nigga

Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to harm me nigga
It ain't gravy nigga

I got a path that you don't wanna cross but if you do decide to cross
Your wig get knocked off, I play it raw it's a dirty game, a dirty world
I play it raw and do my thing, nigga fuck the world
Ain't nothin' change we still flossin' in nothin' but rides

I ain't got to name you know it is on 20 inch tires
I know I'm tired of these bitches tryin' to get me killed
I know I'm tired of these stankin' hoes smiling in my grill
Shit Just to real and I'm in a battlefield tryin' to get my Mil

It ain't no secret I got skills to pay the bills, I'm climbing up
The fucking hill, cash money highly respected with out a
Major deal, I'm still that Chopper City nigga that like to chill

Your head still a banana if you slip it will get pilled
I drop my nuts of in a situation any day
'Cause on the real B.G.
'Bout trigga play, trigga play

Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to harm me nigga
It ain't gravy nigga

Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to harm me nigga
It ain't gravy nigga

My stumping ground is the Mutha Phuckin U.P.T
(Uptown New Orleans)
If you want me I can be found on V.L. in the 13th
(Valence Street)
Rest in peace, my heart goes out to my round L.T.
A slim nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the T-O-P

A H.B., a trill nigga, a hard up rider, lay low and be cool
(Hot Boy)
I'll meet your on the other side I been thinking bout you day and night
With out you on my all night flight it don't get right but you know
One thing I been keepin' it real you 'lil one is like mine
Ain't go miss a meal

I'm still, still shining like you left me dawg
My rolex still winding like you left it fog, me and my click still boss
Still stunt 4 show I just bout the Mercedes Jeep off the show
Room floor, our Dawg Valle just touch down

We just maintaining, represent draining
Gone to Hotels Training, Training
Fucking these hoes all day and all night

Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to harm me nigga
It ain't gravy nigga

Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to harm me nigga
It ain't gravy nigga

Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to harm me nigga
It ain't gravy nigga

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High Road - Lyrics - The Rising Tied - Fort Minor

Title: High Road
Album: The Rising Tied
Artist: Fort Minor
Composer(s): Mike Shinoda

Lyric:
Let's go, y'all

These people are runnin' off at the mouth
Tryin' to convince me that I'm runnin' on empty
Tryin' to convince themselves, that the record with Jay was a fluke
That the record that I'm makin' is a mistake, and I can't take this

Lemme, tell you where I'm at with this
You bastards, are gonna have to take back that shit
I'm not plastic and fake
When I make tracks, I take facts and lay 'em out for the masses

You assholes are gonna see soon that I'm not playin'
Start askin' me the names that I'm not sayin'
But I'm tryin' to be bigger than the bickerin'
Bigger than the petty name calling under the breath talking

Rumors and labels and categorization
I'm like a struggling doctor, no patients
But you can say, what you want about me
Keep talking, while I'm walking away

You can say, what you have to say
'Cuz my mind's made up anyway
I'm takin' the high road going above you
This is the last time that I'm gonna trust you

You can say, what you have to say
'Cuz my mind's made up anyway
All that bullshit you talk might work a lot
But it's not gonna work today, not gonna work today

You people are runnin' off at the mouth
Tryin' to make me take myself off safety
Tryin' to make my friends turn their backs on the team we built
Buildin' up some mistaken information and I can't take this

Lemme, spell it out plain for you
Angry groups complain about the things we do
I'm not changin' direction, I'm steppin' my game up
Maintaining my name, the same way I came up

You're gonna see that I'm not playing
Start askin' the names, that I'm not sayin'
But I'm trying not to mention the names of people
Who wanna sight and attention

You like the hype but pretendin' you're part of the picture won't pass
You're like a high school dropout, no class
And you can say, what you want about me
Keep talking, while I'm walking away, bitch

You can say, what you have to say
'Cuz my mind's made up anyway
I'm taking the high road going above you
This is the last time that I'm gonna trust you

You can say, what you have to say
'Cuz my mind's made up anyway
All that bullshit you talk might work a lot
But it's not gonna work today, not gonna work today

Why does it always have to be
Somebody's always watching me
All I really need is some room to
Breathe, breathe, breathe
Is anybody out there listening?
'Cuz I can't stand to keep this in
All I really want, I'll say it again, again

You can say, what you have to say
'Cuz my mind's made up anyway
I'm taking the high road going above you
This is the last time that I'm gonna trust you

You can say, what you have to say
'Cuz my mind's made up anyway
All that bullshit you talk might work a lot
But it's not gonna work today, not gonna work today

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Cash Money Is An Army(Remix) - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Cash Money Is An Army(Remix)
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Byron O. Thomas

Lyric:
Shits just to real, respect my mind
I'm tellin' you what's real, I'm a come like this

Money making is my thing, 'cause I'm tryin' to be rich
Tryin' to put a way Mil that's why I'm in this studio on my shit
(Million)
Droppin' rap after rap like we sell Key after Key
Backed up by the best Fresh drop it beat after beat
(Mannie Fresh)

My click is the Hot Boys best believe we so hot
And dangerous if we in to deep will clear the whole block
No fake nuts at all nigga we roll to deep
With AK's off safety knockin' niggaz off their feet

I go by the name the B.G., I ride on chrome in the 98 Lex E-S-3
I bust a nigga dome for Baby, known as B-3 and all these niggaz
Know my dog a do the same for me, we family

Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to home nigga
It ain't gravy nigga

Don't playa hate me nigga 'cause I'll leave your shit stale
Light you're ass up real good you'll never get well

Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to harm me nigga
It ain't gravy nigga

Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to harm me nigga
It ain't gravy nigga

I got a path that you don't wanna cross but if you do decide to cross
Your wig get knocked off, I play it raw it's a dirty game, a dirty world
I play it raw and do my thing, nigga fuck the world
Ain't nothin' change we still flossin' in nothin' but rides

I ain't got to name you know it is on 20 inch tires
I know I'm tired of these bitches tryin' to get me killed
I know I'm tired of these stankin' hoes smiling in my grill
Shit Just to real and I'm in a battlefield tryin' to get my Mil

It ain't no secret I got skills to pay the bills, I'm climbing up
The fucking hill, cash money highly respected with out a
Major deal, I'm still that Chopper City nigga that like to chill

Your head still a banana if you slip it will get pilled
I drop my nuts of in a situation any day
'Cause on the real B.G.
'Bout trigga play, trigga play

Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to harm me nigga
It ain't gravy nigga

Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to harm me nigga
It ain't gravy nigga

My stumping ground is the Mutha Phuckin U.P.T
(Uptown New Orleans)
If you want me I can be found on V.L. in the 13th
(Valence Street)
Rest in peace, my heart goes out to my round L.T.
A slim nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the T-O-P

A H.B., a trill nigga, a hard up rider, lay low and be cool
(Hot Boy)
I'll meet your on the other side I been thinking bout you day and night
With out you on my all night flight it don't get right but you know
One thing I been keepin' it real you 'lil one is like mine
Ain't go miss a meal

I'm still, still shining like you left me dawg
My rolex still winding like you left it fog, me and my click still boss
Still stunt 4 show I just bout the Mercedes Jeep off the show
Room floor, our Dawg Valle just touch down

We just maintaining, represent draining
Gone to Hotels Training, Training
Fucking these hoes all day and all night

Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to harm me nigga
It ain't gravy nigga

Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to harm me nigga
It ain't gravy nigga

Cash money is a army nigga
A navy nigga
So if you ever try to harm me nigga
It ain't gravy nigga

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Brazenhead - Lyrics - Pure Rock Fury - Clutch

Title: Brazenhead
Album: Pure Rock Fury
Artist: Clutch
Composer(s): Neil Fallon, Jean-Paul Gaster, Dan Maines, Tim Sult

Lyric:
A kaleidoscope program
Is functioning so beautifully
Fire up all the primary engines
Calculate projected nexus

Take a good plane and shave off all the edges
Not straight enough to make a perfect structure
Indigenous life must be in agreement
Like one meaning some and zero meaning nothing

Continue stretching the edge of rondure
While maintaining geodesic stasis
Anomaly detected
No previous known cases

Take a good plane and shave off all the edges
Not straight enough to make a perfect structure
Indigenous life must be in agreement
Like one meaning some and zero meaning nothing

Colossal liquid insect
With legs the size of rockets
Analyze its orgone levels
Switch view to kaleidoscopic

Take a good plane and shave off all the edges
Not straight enough to make a perfect structure
Indigenous life must be in agreement
Like one meaning some and zero meaning nothing

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Next Universe - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: Next Universe
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): T Cottrell, D Smith

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Lyric:
Yes, yes, yes, yes
(Whoo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, whoo)

Light up the sky like the 4th of July
Everything in this life son, they've got two sides
It's part one
(Part one)
Part two
(Part two)

Get together with my crew, and we gon' do
Whatever we've got to do, uh huh uh
Feast for Hi-Teknological, neurological
It's unstoppable, check it out

I'm fantastic, furious like the Five from B'lawn
Brooklyn phenom', diss all peons, flow for eons
Mos Def is beyond, in fact most cats can agree on
'Cause we on the same frequency

If not change your dial and get on it, I flip on this here beat
then the re-bonics keep heat like, Hamid's weed speech
Hit the deep street sonnets, who want it?
Hoppin' dancin' so sonic, you need tonics
Don't get yours from your schoolboy comets

All blazin' on your man chronic, I twist the hard caps back
To blue bonnets, I repeat, who want it?
Daytime on the list of time on the tradition, of combustion
Ignition, propulsion, put MC's on expulsion

The principle, your academics inadmissible
You're indefensible, my style is so comprehensible
Cats take it to heart like a ventricle
You temporary like a weather pattern

Forgot I'm like you never happened
Don't never say whatever happened to Mos?
My light shine boast from the East to the Left Coast
North and South both, cause it sound dope

Boy your boy sound choked with the next man's style
Between your teeth tongue and throat like
Got to wash your mouth out with soap
My penstroke, is leavin' other men broke

What I invoke is never asleep, ever woke
It controls the soul of your foes and kinfolk
Maintaining my scope from beginnin' to end quote
Like ba-biti-dabi-dida-da-dah-dah
Pretty High Noon riders get clipped and shot down
Reach behind, Teknological, neurological
Unstoppable, title wave in this shit, we powerful

Now raise your hands in the air now everybody get with it
The Universal, Magnetically
B-Boy Scientific, you don't stop
It go on to the rhythm you don't, bust it!
So raise your hands in the air now everybody get with it
The Universal, Magnetically

You see I'm comin to the party in the b-boy stance
I rock on the mic, on the mic, yo

Son it's in my chromosomes to rock this, I got this
Watch this, assemble mo' raps, tap your pockets
Knock this, stimulate nerve ends and chakras
Smart art breakin' apart hearts in darkness

Down for the longest, son peep the song list
Radiate enormous, pure peak performance
Vocal chords the strongest, a Capella or cordless
Hit town, draw crowds like space shuttle launches

Whoo, how Def flow, we gone and
Brooklyn New York make the world moonwalk like John Glenn
Son I'm sendin' it out, for the short to long haul
Earth sky, left right in between it and all y'all

Now raise your hands in the air now everybody get with it
The Universal, Magnetically
B-Boy Scientific, you don't stop
It go ON to the rhythm you don't, bust it

So raise your hands in the air everybody get with it
The Universal, Magnetically
B-Boy Scientific, you don't stop
You see I'm comin' to the party in the b-boy stance
I rock on the mic make your girl wanna dance
Fly like a dove, that come from above
From rockin' on the mic and you can call me Mos Love

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How We Get Along - Lyrics - Jurassic 5

Title: How We Get Along
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): D Givens, L Macfadden, C Henderson, M Potsic, C Stewart, M Stuart

Lyric:
{Yeah, I'm maintaining with Jurassic 5
You know what I'm sayin'?
My peoples up here
Biggie B, one love}

{What we're about to do, and to show you
Is how we get along
We get along with eye contact
We also get along by listening to one another
Not only that, but we also get along because of rhythms
That we've learned during the course of the years
But above all, there is harmony
Because we got to listen to one another
It's all about the feeling, but it's a positive attitude
To make it work
And what we're about to show you today
Is five different versions
Of feeling good, yeah}

{B-Boys and B-girls
Jurassic 5}

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Screwed Up - Lyrics - Chicken N Beer - Ludacris

Title: Screwed Up
Album: Chicken N Beer
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, Christopher B Bridges, Raymond Poole

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Lyric:
We sendin' this one out from everybody
I mean to everybody
From the H town to the A town and world wide
So get your lighters, get your drank
And I tell you what
I'm so fucked up, and screwed up
If anybody try to blow my high
You know what I'm a tell 'em?

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

I felt better than I ever felt before, I'm
Intoxicated but maintaining self control, I
I took a swig, I had a jug chug-a-lug, I'm loud and clear
I had some Bud, I lit it up and then I made it disappear
'Cause my magic tricks are so fabolous
This shit's hazardous, got amateurs smokin' cannibus
If you mad at this damn it then

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

I take a call to my dog trying to split the blunt and break it up
Three wheel motion, purple potion I got to shake it up
I tried to kick the habit but it keep callin' me
Abracadabra, its a magic trick, I smoked up all the weed
Zig zags and golden wraps got my mind gone
Drugs dont effect my work, I still get my grind on

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

I'm leanin' like the tower of Pisa and a syrum squeezer
Come close to my stash and get treated as if I'm Ebaneeza
I'm throwed, blowed, matter fact lets call this 'the thrower potion'
I'm screwed up, so no wonder thangs are in slower motion
I gots to have it, can't kick the habit, I've tried to shake it
The drug experiment stage, if you mistaken then

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

I'm from screwed up Texas
We drive wreckless, and then we peel off
You ain't had shit until you smoke sweet tooth in Jack Frost
Hit it twice but don't cough, you gotta take it man
If it's a record for smokin' I'm bout' to break it man
Me and Luda puffin' buda
We in a black Cougar on Sab Jewelers
You try to jack us, we grab rulers

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

How can I say it plain
That I'm off that Mary Jane
And if it's true what they say then
I dont know how many cells is left in my fuckin' brain
But I'm a keep on writtin' enlighten minds of these hungry rappers
And tell the hood that I've hire niggaz and fire crackers
On the 4th of July, open your eyes, I'm jokin' stupid
I love all races but if you hatin' my music then

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

I love my occupation, we never have to take a piss test
Fuckin' 9 to 5 'cause I'm always gettin' rest
I wake up to breakfast in head
You wake up to breakfast in bed
Should I drop my H2, hmm, I'm a take the Lexus instead
Pimpin' aint dead, but I leave you niggaz dead from all this pimpin'
I'm ridin' spinners like a pimp thats why I'm limpin'

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

All substances that's controlled that's how this story goes
I pop the cap broke the ice and lil' flip done broke the mould
I'm so cold, I think I see dead people
No, thats just my homies passed out in the Regal, believe it
The potency is so strong if you notice me, I'm calm
Cool and collected, and if you disrespect it, then

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

We doin' this for them playas that bang screw music
We don't pass out after 8 blunts, because we use to it
Me and Cris like chee chee chong
So hurry bring out the weed and the bones
'Cause if it aint grade A trees, we gotta leave it alone
And to my homie screw, you know I gotta hold it down
And if they want it then they gotta come and take the crown

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up
Haha haha ha ha

So there you have it
Sendin' this one out to all my drankers
And all my smokers
United and lighted we stand, inebriated we fall
But if you wanna pass the sobriety and breathalyzer test
Here's a quick Luda tip
Some packets were busted in your car
Keep bustin' goddamn it
And whoever said niggaz in the South can't rhyme

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

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Nights In Harlem - Lyrics - I Know - Luther Vandross

Title: Nights In Harlem
Album: I Know
Artist: Luther Vandross
Composer(s): Luther Vandross, Rex Rideout, Fonzi Thornton

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Lyric:
In the big apple, scars embedded like tattoos
Ghetto love, protection from what's coming at you
Keeping our heads up, maintaining self esteem
And reminiscing on the Harlem Nights scene

We used to party all night
We used to hang out all night like it was all right
Hoping we all might make it through
Doin' what it takes to do to keep it true

I like to reminisce about that night we kissed
It was somewhere in Harlem
The nights were hot and bright, you could treat your honey right
'Coz Sylvia's would burn all night, yeah

Remember the times we struggled and still held on
Remember the nights in Harlem
Remember the times when we would dance all night long
Remember the nights in Harlem

Big sister had a group and they'd sit out on the stoop
And Lordy could they harmonize
My cousin Joe could blow just like the radio
And he used to drove them 'B' girls wild

Remember the times we struggled and still held on
Remember the nights in Harlem
Remember the times when we would dance all night long
Remember the nights in Harlem

Remember the times we struggled and still held on
Remember the nights in Harlem
Remember the times when we would dance all night long
Remember the nights in Harlem

Hey yeah
Oh yeah

Hey, yo, the blocks are hot, uptown, you know the spots
Night life where this playa's game is quite tight
One two five where my name's inscribed
Sparkin' trees, avoiding felonies, keepin' it love

Headed for them riches, straight to stardom
Can't forget the struggle, all Brooklyn to Harlem
Dapper Dan's, shows at the Apollo
Harlem days, summertime is my rhyme ya follow

And through the pain, we held on
With more to obtain, more to gain
Ya can't dwell on bad vibes and sad lives we encountered
Take care of self and family, that's what it amounts to

Inhale so you could feel this realness
In New York sound, down with more cats than Felix
Steal this? Yeah, some they may wanna
You can't duplicate the great, I make it warmer

Just like the Harlem world streets we all knew
We coming up this time, we all flow, we all glow
Each one's gotta shing, a better life
That's what each one's gotta find

Remember the times we struggled and still held on
Remember the nights in Harlem
Remember the times when we would dance all night long
Remember the nights in Harlem

Remember the times we struggled and still held on
Remember the nights in Harlem
Remember the times when we would dance all night long
Remember the nights in Harlem

Remember the times we struggled and still held on
Remember the nights in Harlem
Remember the times when we would dance all night long
Remember the nights in Harlem

Remember the times we struggled and still held on
Remember the times when we would dance all night long

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Anyday - Lyrics - Amil

Title: Anyday
Artist: Amil
Composer(s): Amil Whitehead, Malik Johnson, Patrick Cullie, Joseph F Walsh

Lyric:
Call this bitch yor nigga when time is rough
I lost a lot when you fell, life is hard to bluff
You think its hell where you at
Shit its hell on the streets
You maintaining in the Bing, I'm surviving to eat
Don't think am wilding, flexing whips and stuff
Thinking I'm lost laying down
Sex for trips and stuff
I'll admit it I'm use to the finer things
We had major names even on the minor things
Everywhere we went, mad bitches sizing me up
You know they tight now, shit I get to drive the trucks
But I wish you were spreading it riding it rough
I think I miss that more then you buying me stuff
Since you got knocked your man tried to hollar at me
And those nigga's you stuck, they throwing dollars at me
But you know this gaming, and Im just keeping it real
Holding you down until you back on the field

Feels like I do
I feel when feeling down
In the ground feeling down
It can be most anyday

Feels like I do
I feel when feeling down
In the ground feeling down
It can be most anyday

Don't worry 'bout these streets I'm conrolling these grounds
I might slip and miss a V-I but I'm holding it down
Got the kids to take care its hard out here
And its tearing my heart to play my part out here
I seen that snitch and you know I got plots 4 years
And your bid make me feel like I got the chair
But ain't nobody tapping this I rather tap my own
Watching tapes we made while I'm resting alone
Wishing you home, pictures of you flipping the chrome
What kind of chic will leave her man when he out the zone
Me without you is like a stickman without a silencer
Got me X-ing off days on the calendar
I miss loading the glock so you could control the block
I miss watching you work the dogs to tighten the lock
Think of the time boo pushing it like a 6 double o
You get your weight up I'm a drain you once they let go

Feels like I do
I feel when feeling down
In the ground feeling down
It can be most anyday

I can see us back on the bricks, me on your shoulder
Letting bitches know they wishes to have you are over
So you ring your broads while you locked away
I know its hard for a nigga on top not to play
See Amil's the one you kept draped in ice
I'm the one waiting silk down caked in spice
Waiting for your calls or my box to vibrate
Hoping you want me to come scoop you not being more weight
I fell from Gucci sandals back to no name brands
From a six and a mansion to beating the sands
Staying true make ends meet to have enough for the love I take
All-savage and stuff
Have a brick where most F.E.D.S. dare to touch
Fear none to see the cash, and us popping the clutch
Chopping a Dutch-flip cop twice as much living low key
A minute then heist and stuff
If I have to wait while you gone I'm a take what comes
If you don't see cash, know its hard in the slums
Cause I ran through the stash and it ain't no funds

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