Part Of Me - Lyrics - Born To Sing - En Vogue

Title: Part Of Me
Album: Born To Sing
Artist: En Vogue
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, Cindy Herron, Terry Ellis, Denzil Foster, Maxine Jones, Dawn Robinson

Lyric:
Rain
Such a simple thang
Every drop, a different stop
But they all come from the same

God is the cloud
And we are the rain
That's why I sometimes feel
That somehow we are the same

Whenever I lay my head to sleep
There's a strong thought that keeps haunting my mind
Careless whispers of a nation
That somehow was caught trapped in the dark and nowhere to go
I know my thoughts are tellin' me

Gotta be a part of me
I can feel it
Gotta be a part of me
In my heart, in my soul

Gotta be a part of me
The world must be callin' me
Gotta be a part of me
And my world comes from within

Life
Has no guarantees
That you'll keep what you have
Even though you're blessed with then

That's why I'm feeling
Some fear for the world
With all the grief and misery
How much real time is there

The sooner I take more responsibilities
I can truly say, I am grateful for my world
The irony of tryin' to do the right thing
Is whatever you do, some will undo and sometimes destroy
And there's someone still left in darkness and you say

Gotta be a part of me
I can feel it
Gotta be a part of me
In my heart, in my soul

Gotta be a part of me
Part of me, from the depths of my soul
Gotta be a part of me
Making you part of you, part of me
Everything must come back to me more

The world is what we make it
What we see today
Are the results of the mistakes they made yesterday
And what we see tomorrow
Will be the results of what we do today

It's a shame that peace and respect
Have been replaced with money and power
The children, they are the futures
So teach them how to love themselves
And they will love others
Don't you see, love that's the key

Gotta be a part of me
I can feel it
Gotta be a part of me
In my heart, in my soul

Gotta be a part of me
And the world must be callin' me
Gotta be a part of me
'Cause my world comes from within

Gotta be a part of me
I can be, I can be, I can be a part of the whole
Gotta be a part of me
I can feel it, feel it

Gotta be a part of me
You're a part of me, they're a part of me
Gotta be a part of me
We are a part of each other, you and me

Gotta be a part of me
They were a part of me
Gotta be a part of me
Gotta be a part of me

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Make It A Part - Lyrics - Further Seems Forever

Title: Make It A Part
Artist: Further Seems Forever
Composer(s): Lee Bunch, Joshua Colbert, Derick Cordoba, Steven Lee Kleisath, Chad Neptune

Lyric:
Take second chances
Everyone deserves it
Though only some

Take in forgiveness
Everyone deserves it
Though only start to

Let it rise
Let it fall
Let it climb
Let it crawl on me

Let it live
Let it die
Let it laugh
Let it cry on me

Make it a part of who we are
So much left worth living for
Make it a part of you and me
So much left for us to see

Make it a part of every turn
So much left for us to learn
Make it a part until the end
So much left to learn again

Love is coming
Love won't let you die alone
Love is coming
Love won't let you try alone

Love is coming
Love won't let you cry alone
Love is coming
Love won't let you die alone

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Lovers - Lyrics - Bee Gees

Title: Lovers
Artist: Bee Gees
Composer(s): Maurice Ernest Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

Lyric:
We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers
(Got to make you understand)
We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers
(I wanna hold you in my hand)
We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers

Wanna be a part of you and I wanna make you part of me
(Sweet inspiration)
Oh, we can make it, make it for the world to see
(Make it)
Don't be blind, time is one our side and together we can touch the sky
(We can make it if we really try)
Ah, together you and I

We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers
(Got to make you understand)
We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers
(Ah, got to hold you in my hand)
We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers

Wanna be a part of you and I wanna make you part of me
(Sweet inspiration)
Oh, we can make it, make it for the world to see
(Make it)
Yesterday I had a feeling of a flame of burning desire
(We can make it if we really try)
Ah, together you and I

We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers
(Got to make you understand)
We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers
(Ah, got to hold you in my hand)
We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers
(Hmm)

Oh, lovers, lovers, lovers
(I got to make you understand)
We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers

Wanna be a part of you and I wanna make you part of me
(Sweet inspiration)
Oh, we can make it, make it for the world to see
(Make it)
Yesterday I had a vision of the flame of burning desire
(We can make it if we really try)
Ah, together you and I

We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers
(Hmm, till my dying day)
We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers
(Ah, don't you ever turn away)
We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers
(Hmm, want to get close to you)
We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers
(Hmm, that's what I want to do)

We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers
(Got to make you understand)
We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers
(Ah, got to hold you in my hand)
We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers
(Ah, got to make you understand)
We'll be lovers, lovers, lovers

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Void In My Life - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: Void In My Life
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Ralph Palladino, Larry Ditommaso, T Janicki, Hakeem Seriki, Twin

Lyric:
When I look back at my life
I realize, realize something ain't right
I'm missing You Lord, in my life make it right

I got something to decide
Just wanna make, wanna make everything right
'Cause there's a huge void
A huge void in my life make it right

I'm staring up at the Pope, it soak it up while he spoke it
Mesmerized and repeated, like he the author that wrote it
The broads are the ones I love just don't wanna be the corporate
So waiting for death to approach this take the time to say no sis

I don't hate ya, for having these little seeds
At 17, best believe they're a beautiful breeze
Of fresh air when their's nothing else I usually need
Just a smile look at 'em now hoping you just believe

And my broad been in place forever I'm gone but I'm chasing cheddar
Been gone could of kept it going with a poem or a basic letter
But naw I just hate to tell her try hard but I didn't let her
The groupies get at your boy but you're my Cinderella

Look girl we can make it better but there's a gift and a curse
While you healing a nigga feelings, yours are usually hurt
It ain't amount of cash on earth to match what you really worth
Know your turf has been the church that's where you put in work

And you put in overtime because you know the sign
And most danger that I've been lately rap is mo' than rhymes
But you still hold me down I'ma do way mo' this time
Got some time that I need to manage girl you know that's right

And that's speaken like a true deacon 'cause even to see you sleeping
That comfortably ain't enough for me anything that you needing
I'll cease anything that squeaks and cease any sink that leaks
Ain't nothing gon' interrupt, your sleep deep into them sheets and peep

When I look back at my life
I realize, realize something ain't right
I'm missing You Lord, in my life make it right

I got something to decide
Just wanna make, wanna make everything right
'Cause there's a huge void
A huge void in my life make it right

How your father call the police, have your mama put in the jail
When the arguments always started and ended up in a cell
Hard to it was the thought of this ring that you use to wear
As I darted out the apartment and pawned it to get the bail

Argument after argument drama wasn't hitting well
Target it ain't no harm in it smart so I didn't tell
God that it was the hardest yeah life was a living hell
Spent part of it steady dodging it charging off in the trails

Father say he a Muslim your mama say she a Christian
The Bible or the Koran which one would you be picking
The cards are in your palm ain't really no use in tripping
Be true to the one you choose ain't really no use in switching

Yeah they gon' have to be mad at us choice is something I had to trust
Standing up 'cause I had enough for my blessings not adding up
Take too many things for granted right after that metal gedal bust
Somebody's life is missing that's when the spirit grabbing us

When I look back at my life
I realize, realize something ain't right
I'm missing You Lord, in my life make it right

I got something to decide
Just wanna make, wanna make everything right
'Cause there's a huge void
A huge void in my life make it right

A religion is what you missing someone tell me how can it
Make people panic mention God and all the weak people vanish
Take God your woman and your family even your own life for granted
Until you slanted on the planet with your face in the granite

And I won't have it I don't wanna see my coaching divided
So I decided to remind it there's a choice and provide it
So put your ego to the side soon as you standing beside it
Raise your right hand and let the spirit know it's invited

Don't need to fight it I just wanna make it right 'fore they bury me
'Cause the truth is like therapy plus my conscience is tearing me
Into pieces as deadly was dealt was not even fair to me
To the soldiers that passed in the game we missing you terribly

Thank my family especially in my mind like telepathy
Staying humbles the recipe keep my faith and he blessing me
I use the energy left in me to make sure they respecting me
Walk the steps of my destiny like I know he protecting me

I'm a leader believe the people won't get to see less of me
No they won't see the death of me or no police arresting me
I live life so successfully and just show 'em the best of me
On another level mentally this position was meant for me

When I look back at my life
I realize, realize something ain't right
I'm missing you Lord, in my life make it right

I got something to decide
Just wanna make, wanna make everything right
'Cause there's a huge void
A huge void in my life make it right, my life

Chamillitary Mayne

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Lifter - Lyrics - Adrenaline - Deftones

Title: Lifter
Album: Adrenaline
Artist: Deftones
Composer(s): Chino Camilo Moreno, Stephen Carpenter, Abe Cunningham, Chi Cheng

Lyric:
Watch me with your eyes
Been giving God, a pedophile
I want to be just like you
Then I'd be cool, maybe not
But we lift our eyes
Big surprise, kiss me goodbye, whore

Without you being here
I'd be giving fear, a bit more
I wish I could feel like you
When I fuck like you, feelin' sore
But, we lift our eyes
Big surprise, kiss me goodbye
(Surprise)
(Kiss me)

That make it more that you work for
Every knuckle wiped into her
I know, you fucking monster
(Know you fucking monster)
I will never get what I want
(Inside of her)

And this gift of mine
Resing, restring, unwind
Eyes are closed
A part of me gets pissed
A part of me gets sore
A part of me gets pissed
A part of me gets sore
A part of me gets pissed
A part of me gets sore

(And it makes it)
More that you work for
(More)
Every knuckle wiped into her
I know you fucking monster
(Know you fucking monster)
I will never get what I want
(Inside of her)

A part of me gets sick
A part of me gets sore
A part of me gets sick
A part of me gets sore
A part of me gets sick
A part of me gets sore
A part of me gets sick

(A part of me gets sore)
Sore
(A part of me gets sick)
Sick
(A part of me gets sore)
Sore
(A part of me gets sick)
Sick
(A part of me gets sore)
Sore
(A part of me gets sick)
Sick
(A part of me gets sore)
Sore
(A part of me gets sick)
Sick
(A part of me gets sore)
Sore
(A part of me gets sick)
Sick
(A part of me gets sore)
Sore
(A part of me gets sick)
Sick
(A part of me gets sore)
Sore
(A part of me gets sick)
Sick
(A part of me gets sore)
Sore
(A part of me gets sick)
Sick
(A part of me gets sore)
Sore
(A part of me gets sick)
(Inside, of her)

(A part of me gets sore)
Sore
(A part of me gets sick)
Sick
(A part of me gets sore)
Sore
(A part of me gets sick)
Sick
(A part of me gets sore)
Sore
(A part of me gets sick)
Sick
(A part of me gets sore)
Sore
(A part of me gets sick)
A part of me gets so fucking sick, ho

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Act A Ass - Lyrics - Lights Out - Lil' Wayne

Title: Act A Ass
Album: Lights Out
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Christopher Dorsey, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it

You know them hoes love Weezy, sticky, pimp small
Long hair, big dick, Weezy bring to y'all, don't y'all lip quit
Put your lips on this dick, let me get on some livin'
Spit all over ya chin, Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em, later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be fuckin' the squad

I ain't got no loves for broads, I ducks and dodge
I grab 'em, on they butts and all, she fucks my dog
Slut sucks nuts and all and nothin' small
This dick make 'em hit the floor and touch the wall
Call my hoes to get salami 'cuz they brush the balls

Let Weezy bust they jaws, never have no picks and chooses
'Cuz I hits and lose 'em and go to the hotel and switch for ruggy
Like a hot, spicy, fire, project girl ta duck wit me
I'm so gangsta pussy chick don't wanna fuck wit me

Titty bop, drop it like it's hot, make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit

A come on, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, start all over again
And work your jumpin'

Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta bend ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it

That's right, act a fool bitch, do what you do hoe
After I finish don't get up gotta let Weezy go
You get your props your pussy fire, girl you a pro
So when I'm speakin' I'm creepin' and come get some mo'

You better recognize, you better realize
This is the nigga Geezy, I ain't nothin' nice
Love when you reach out grab, stuff it straight your mouth
Start suck it 'til that middle come out

Ride me, put that dick inside you
(Ride me, inside you)
After that wiggle your ass and make that juice move
I'ma donkey, better yet a veteran
(Donkey, veteran)
At the same time I can fuck you and your best friend

The number 1 stunna, baby, you wit me
Bump in my head never let a bitch play me
Always get the Tec nigga, fuck 'em all
Wrap a chain 'round ya neck and walk it like a dog

Titty bop, drop it like it's hot, make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit

A come on, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, and show me somethin'
Put that dick down bitch, start fuckin'
And do your jumpin'

Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it

See, now when Lil' Wayne put that dick down
Biznites can't even walk or even sit down
Wipe your mouth off and let me hit now
That rum got me feelin' real good, the dick hard like real wood
I put it in slow and work it real good

This lil nigga have a lot a sex, so do me slow
Get out the prada dress, come when you wanted to
Like private jets, I'm on blast ma', why you take it slower
Than its fast time? Flip ya back over, make that ass right
Weezy make ya suck it then taste that's how the pimp play

Make her friend eat me in this bitch up like shrimp plates
Bounce it in and put a rollin' on A I fish black
I got 2 more 'nites is you wit that, fuck it let's go
When we pop out lil moe, drop the top part of the 'dro
Later on I'm touchin' the throat, bare wit it
Where them hot girls that like that nasty shit
Make 'em act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it

Titty bop, drop it like it's hot, make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit

A come on, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, then start fuckin'
And do your jumpin'

Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it

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Make It With You - Lyrics - Hugh Cornwell

Title: Make It With You
Artist: Hugh Cornwell
Composer(s): Hugh Cornwell

Lyric:
It's like a rushing fire
I feel my skin perspire
There's only one thing left to do

I see the earth below me part
I hear a gunshot at the start
I'm on a beeline straight for you

I wanna make it with you
I wanna fake it for you
I wanna make it, I wanna make it with you

I wanna make it with you
I wanna fake it for you
I wanna make it, I wanna make it with you

I've got some fruit here in my hand
It's ripe and from the promised land
It should be eaten right away

You look so hungry by the door
Just take a chair and tell me more
Just eat your lunch and try to stay

I wanna make it with you
I wanna fake it for you
I wanna make it, I wanna make it with you

I wanna make it with you
I wanna fake it for you
I wanna make it, I wanna make it with you

And as the sun retires
And plays tricks with the light
I'll give you my love

The bees inside your hive will start to come alive
And we'll make honey for the doves
And we'll make honey for the doves

I wanna make it with you
I wanna fake it for you
I wanna make it, I wanna make it with you

I wanna make it with you
I wanna fake it for you
I wanna make it, I wanna make it with you

Can't think of nothing left to say
I feel my body start to sway
Strange things you're doing to my mind

I'm liking what I see
Now is you hearing me?
Put on your glasses are you blind?

I wanna make it with you
I wanna fake it for you
I wanna make it, I wanna make it with you

I wanna make it with you
I wanna fake it for you
I wanna make it, I wanna make it with you

I wanna make it with you
I wanna fake it for you
I wanna make it, I wanna make it with you
...

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Leaving (Always On Time Part Ii) - Lyrics - Ashanti - Ashanti

Title: Leaving (Always On Time Part Ii)
Album: Ashanti
Artist: Ashanti
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Ashanti Douglas, Aureliu

Lyric:
If you were me what would you do?
Always a lie and never the truth
Now as for me, I'm moving on
You'll always be my, baby

Baby, I just gotta let you go for now
Thought I could take it for a while
Maybe you'll make it back around

Baby, I just gotta live my life for now
Can't see me changing for a while
Hope I could make it back around

Anything that I want I can get it, boy
You know you turn me on and on
That's why I switched my frame of mind
Of being there when you call, always on time

I need to spread my wings and party
Got everything and for everybody
I need my space, my time alone
It's like our hearts don't match no more

Still everything that you want you can get it, boy
You know I still got love for you
In court I plead the 5th
My, baby

Baby, I just gotta let you go for now
Thought I could take it for a while
Maybe you'll make it back around

Baby, I just gotta live my life for now
Can't see me changing for a while
Hope I can make it back around

When you was cheating, you was probably thinking
I won't sense a thing but love got funny
It was catching up to love to lies
And your lies can't look me straight in the eyes

I'm not surprised that you hurt me, baby
No why me, baby? Just let my breathe in
I fly freely

If you were me what would you do?
Always a lie and never the truth
Now as for me, I'm moving on
You'll always be my, baby

Baby, I just gotta let you go for now
Thought I could take it for a while
Maybe you'll make it back around

Baby, I just gotta live my life for now
Can't see me changing for a while
Hope I can make it back around

Why in the world would you wanna leave me girl?
Is it something I did the truth is I did it once here at home
I know a bitch can do bad on her own but you're not alone
The way you hurt me baby, shit why me, baby?

I feel your pain a little but I know that love is real
And as long as it let you go if you feel the need
To come back to me, baby
Who wasn't home who would sex you crazy
R U L E come on back, holla at me baby

Baby, I just gotta let you go for now
Thought I could take it for a while
Maybe you'll make it back around

Baby, I just gotta live my life for now
Can't see me changing for a while
Hope I can make it back around

Baby, I just gotta let you go for now
Thought I could take it for a while
Maybe you'll make it back around

Baby, I just gotta live my life for now
Can't see me changing for a while
Hope I can make it back around

If you were me what would you do?
Always a lie and never the truth
Now as for me, I'm moving on
You'll always be my, baby

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Number One Man - Lyrics - Masterpiece Theatre - En Vogue

Title: Number One Man
Album: Masterpiece Theatre
Artist: En Vogue
Composer(s): Densil Foster, Thomas Mcelroy, Curtis Mayfield, Cindy Herron, Terry Ellis, Maxine Jones, Mark Lomax, Marlon Mcclain

Lyric:
Well, five long years and then there it go
He met his friends and took that bonding road
Never knew where the road would end up, no, no
Sometimes it feels like hell to me, yeah
I gotta keep it together, 'cause it's good for me

Sometimes you make me laugh, yeah
Sometimes you can make me cry
But I know that I love you
You're a very good friend of mine

Even though we may have fights
We know it's a part of life
Wouldn't trade it for nothin'
Just trust in me, you'll always be
My number one man, yeah

I have no questions, so there is no answers
What's to be is meant to be, oh, yes, it is
But it feels like treason, every time I reason
Found me parting ways with you
So tell me, what's a girl to do
I guess I'm stuck with you, yeah

Sometimes you make me laugh, yeah
Sometimes you can make me cry
But I know that I love you
You're a very good friend of mine

Even though we may have fights
We know it's a part of life
Wouldn't trade it for nothin'
Just trust in me, you'll always be
My number one man, yeah

From beauty and the pain
The part of life remains the same
That you made me see
Just what it means to me

To have someone that you can count on
When things are right and sometimes wrong
What a small price to pay
I bless the day you came my way

Sometimes you make me laugh, yeah
Sometimes you can make me cry
But I know that I love you
You're a very good friend of mine

Even though we may have fights
We know it's a part of life
Wouldn't trade it for nothin'
Just trust in me, you'll always be
My number one man, yeah

My man
(My number one man, yeah)
I said you're gonna always be my man, yeah
(My number one man, yeah)

My number one man, oh, yeah
(My number one man, yeah)
Said you're gonna always, always
Always be my man

Sometimes you make me laugh
Sometimes you can make me cry
But I know that I love you
You're a very good friend of mine

Even though we may have fights
We know it's a part of life
Wouldn't trade it for nothin'

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Don'T Give Up On Me - Lyrics - Amy Grant

Title: Don'T Give Up On Me
Artist: Amy Grant
Composer(s): Brown Bannister, Gary Chapman, Amy Grant

Lyric:
Don't give up on me
Though I know at times it's hard to see
All my many weaknesses
Might blind you, I must remind you

Don't give up on me
Even when I act so selfishly
All my views are all I see
Yes, I know there's still so much of me

But God is working constantly
To shape me, He'll remake me

Don't give up on me, I'm gonna make it.
I know it's hard for you to see
Don't give up on me, I couldn't take it

If a part of me should keep you from seeing
The part of me that you'd start to believe in
I'm changin' so please don't give up on me

Don't give up on me
Even when I fail so miserably
Time and again I know
I stumble, it makes me humble

Don't give up on me but never let your love to be
Hanging on the things you see
Counting all the times I fail to be
Everything you want from me
I'm trying, hear me crying

Don't give up on me, I'm gonna make it
I know it's hard for you to see
Don't give up on me, I couldn't take it

If a part of me should keep you from seeing
The part of me that you'd start to believe in
I'm changin' so please don't give up on me

I know much more than you
How very weak I am
But He believes in me
And so I know you can

When all my views are all I see
Then I know there's still so much of me
But God is working constantly
To shape me, He'll remake me

Don't give up on me, I'm gonna make it
I know it's hard for you to see
Don't give up on me, I couldn't take it

If a part of me should keep you from seeing
The part of me that you'd start to believe in
I'm changin' so please don't give up on me

Don't give up one me, I'm gonna make it
I know it's hard for you to see
Don't give up on me, I couldn't take it

If a part of me should keep you from seeing
The part of me that you'd start to believe in
I'm changin' so please don't give up on me

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We Can Make It Right - Lyrics - Gametime - Lil' Romeo

Title: We Can Make It Right
Album: Gametime
Artist: Lil' Romeo
Composer(s): Lil' Romeo C Strouse, M Charnin, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
(This for everybody that been through the struggle)
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(Black, white, red or blue)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(We all the same, yeah)

We can make it right for us
(Throw your hands up, put your hands up)
We can make it right for us
(Raise your hands up, throw your hands up)
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(Put your hands up, raise your hands up)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Yeah, okay)

Growin? up in the projects, I had to stick to the script
Every other day another person was hit
We rode buses to school, I followed the rules
First grade, second grade, packed up and we moved

Still had to struggle, my pops gave up his hustle
Got into music, then game started to bubble
My main focus is to study, stay out of trouble
Bad Bubba, look at me now, thanks dad, I love you

Whoever thought that a 12 year old could touch souls
Even hip-hop braids in a row, that?s so cold
I tell my friends, family and all my fans
May God bless everyone on this land

It?s a hard life, but love is love, play your cards right
Reach for the stars, life is trouble, put up a fight
Before you know it, your inner sides start flowin?
We all have a talent, some just don?t know

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Okay)

Hard life is all about sacrifice
It ain?t no limit, I told y?all I?mma be alright
I?m reachin? out to all those who might have lost their sight
It?s never too late, ask the Lord for life

You only got one life, it?s time to do it right
Clean yourself up, take back charge of your life
Do us all a favor and please quit your behavior
Count your blessings ?cause only you and God could save ya

To the people, when the World Trade hit the floor
And all the soldiers in the Pentagon, God bless all y?all
To the families and all the loved ones lost
To the heroes in Pittsburg, you took it by far

The world state y?all, yeah, we took ?em head on
Your names will live forever, thanks for y?all we live on
Mr. President, nice job, well done
Now ain?t no terrorists gonna spoil the fun

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Okay)

Everybody talkin? lil? lil' this and lil? lil? that
I told y?all before this is bigger than rap
It's too much hatin? goin? on, let us young ones be
Only time will tell, I?m just tryin? to be me

I make music for people to bang in the street
First single 'My baby' number one 10 weeks
I did a show with Michael, yeah, I?m comin? for the title
I?m young, but my dad taught me all about survival

I don?t feed into the negative, I sho? improve what I do
Don?t go for the masses to be true like the Bible
I?ve been here long y?all, I?m part of the cycle
That started so until its big it's washing numbers I do

I?m tryin? to be the next Jay-Z, Nelly and Ja Rule
Put it down like my pops, that?s just the way that I move
It's gotta be another way, live to see another day
Every night I go to bed, I kneel down to the Lord and say

We can make it right for us
(Just remember if you make it right today)
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(It?ll even be better tomorrow)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Throw your hands up, put your hands up, raise your hands up)

We can make it right for us
(Throw your hands up, put your hands up)
We can make it right for us
(Raise your hands up, yeah, okay)
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(Okay okay)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Don?t stop, won?t stop, can?t stop)

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked

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Roots Of Creation - Lyrics - Sublime

Title: Roots Of Creation
Artist: Sublime
Composer(s): Floyd Gaugh, Brad Nowell, Eric Wilson

Lyric:
One two three four!

Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy and
Shake your ass like you're ready to sing
Well, something muy high
Something muy low
When me ready limo then they follow me home like a
Roots of creation

I am living in a boring nation
I pull up my hands and I look at my feet
The reggae music make me sound so sweet
'Cause we play it, morning evening and all of the day
It's the sweet kinda music makes me feel okay
The roots of creation

Said, ?I am living in a plastic nation?
I pull up my hat, my coat is so wide
Sometimes, sometimes I feel so high
But all the time I feel airie
I feel airie when I'm down with the scene called
Roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation

One more time!
Well, pull up here honey like you got limbo
Well pull up your fingers like you're ready to go
Give me, give me something high
Give me something slow
Give me something, I can use
Give me something, I can know

You're the body and the mind one
Part of soul or two
I feel a different person to be a different place
I'm living in a different place
Sometime, I feel although its fin
Pull up your style make it sound so fine
With ah, pull up hands with me

Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
A pull up sound with Mike Happoldt at my left
I got Eric at my right

We rock the reggae music every day and night
We rock the reggae music, say it's right on time
'Cause you're down with the music that they call Sublime
I'm living in a different nation

Reggae style again!
Gonna win me back gonna feel so fine
Bring me down to the place so right
We rock the music so late at night
With a guitar pick in my hand

What amounts to make me a man
Me help a little girl like this

Called the roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand, left pocket
Do the music, make me say me feel it
Read me on rights and me know me are wrong
Me am a white boy but I sing a reggae song

Called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
My hands are high, my ink is dry
My love for you, it will never die
Say me love you till me will testify
Me love the music make me feel so high

Song called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
Oh, in a plastic nation
Such a boring station, a boring

One more time!
Pull up here honey if you got limbo
Pull it up make it up bounce I don't want it to be slow
I wanna make it sound right

I wanna make it sound strong
Give me kind of music make you rock all night
Like a roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation

So cheer up my life
Cheer up my life
Take out the trouble
Take out take out the strife

Give me some music make it sound so nice
Give me kinda music make we wanna singa song twice
Like roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation

I pull up my hand, my seat is wobbly
Pull up your hands and it sounds like this
'Cause I like my beer dry
Drink the gin and the gin

Love the kinda drink, ya know, make me sick
Me don't feel no nice but likewise
Make me drink gin like wine twice
I only make me feel so sadder, aya!

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Hell 4 A Hustler - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: Hell 4 A Hustler
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W Beale, Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Damon Thomas, Tupac Shakur, Rufus Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Get on yo' knees nigga
Get on yo' knees and pray

Huh, increase the doses, bustin' whoever closest
Thug livin', Hell or prison, never losin' my focus
I'm makin' money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggaz we rushin' and still bustin'
Till the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin' my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin' villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
So I laugh till I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
In a dirty bitch, waitin' to trick me, not the life for me
Livin' carefree, till I'm buried and if they dare me

I'm bustin' on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly
A man of military means in my artillery
Watchin' over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Sellin' dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry
And still, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowin' if this game'll last, feelin' ashamed
Of cocaine, the product of the Devil, am I sellin' my soul?
Got tired of small time livin', niggaz tellin' me no
I got mine, fuck them other suckers that's the mentality
Jealous-ass bustaz, make it Hell for us

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious
Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness
If I fail, then I suffer, bein' broke is hell 4 a hustler
So I stay strugglin' and jugglin' with all the might I can muster
Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in
One's five's and ten's was funny money
So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'
Real nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough
What you thought? All for lost homies in plenty battles
Last two years shed plenty tears and I'll send plenty at you
Let me catch you slippin' you soft niggaz is outta here
In case you forgot we on the same shit that got us here

Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make
Every jail I break, every mill' I ate
Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
On the block duckin' charges, nigga fuck the sergeant
He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
Listen tho' I'm missin' dough I gotta gather mo'
Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words
For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz
They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son
Dyin' luck none supply us with much guns
I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya
Slangin' cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef till I burn
Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social
Niggaz shakin' like they caught the holy ghost when I approach 'em
Try to politic, before I smoke 'em, like Sun Zu
Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
Best believe they comin' for my dogs in the mornin'

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
Strikes, walkin' close to my third, I live a trouble life
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz
Either Heaven or jail, it's still Hell 4 a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

This is how we ride not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild till they all die
This is how we ride not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild until they all die, outlaw
Yes, change my ways yes, the Black Jesuz guide us through this
Weary weary weary weary only God can save us
Nuttin' but boss players Outlawz and thugs

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Biggest Part Of Me - Lyrics - Ambrosia

Title: Biggest Part Of Me
Artist: Ambrosia
Composer(s): David Robert Pack

Lyric:
(Sunrise)
There's a new sun arisin'
(In your eyes)
I can see a new horizon
(Realize)
That will keep me realizin'
You're the biggest part of me

(Stay the night)
Need your lovin' here beside me
(Shine the light)
Need you close enough to guide me
(For all my life)
I've been hopin' you would find me
You're the biggest part of me

Well, make a wish, baby
Well, and I will make it come true
Make a list, baby
Of the things I'll do for you

Ain't no risk, now
In lettin' my love rain down on you
So we could wash away the past
So that we may start a new

(Rainbow)
Risin' over my shoulder
(Love flows)
Gettin' better as we're older
(All I know)
All I want to do is hold her
She's the life that breathes in me

(Forever)
Got a feelin' that forever
(Together)
We are gonna stay together
(For better)
For me, there's nothin' better
You're biggest part of me

Well, make a wish, baby
Well, and I will make it come true
Make a list, baby
Of the things I'll do for you

Ain't no risk, now
In lettin' my love rain down on you
So we could wash away the past
So that we may start anew

More than an easy feelin'
She brings joy to me
How can I tell you
What it means to me?

Flow like a lazy river
For an eternity
I've finally found someone
Who believes in me

And I'll never leave
Oh, not to doubt now
Make life grand

Well, make a wish, baby
Well, and I will make it come true
Make a list, baby
Of the things I'll do for you

Ain't no risk, now
In lettin' my love rain down on you
So we could wash away the past
So that we may start a new

(Beside me)
Need your lovin' here beside me
(To guide me)
Keep it close enough to guide me
(Inside of me)
From the fears that are inside of me
You're the biggest part of me

(Forever)
Got a feelin' that forever
(Together)
We are gonna stay together
(Forever)
From now until forever
You're the biggest part of me
You're the life that breathes in me
You're the biggest part of me

You changed my life
You made it right
And I'll be a servant to you
For the rest of my life
You're the biggest part of me

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Ghetto D - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Ghetto D
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin

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Lyric:
Imagine substitutin' crack for music
I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it
(There it is right there)
For all you players, hustlers, ballers
And even you smokers
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)

Ghetto dope, No Limit Records
Part of the tobacco, firearms
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
And Freedom of Speech Committee
Thank you dope fiends for your support

Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this

Let me give a shot out to the D Boys
(Drug dealers)
Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggaz
That'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime but I rides and pay the rent

Professional crack slanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for the task
C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man

Waitin' on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten, ain't no fuckin' order too big
And makin' crack like this is the song
You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long

Overcook yo' dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town
But fuck that I'm 'bout to put my soldiers in the game
And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine

One, look for the nigga wit the whitest snow
Two, no buying from no nigga that you don't know
Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be
You get the baking soda I got yo D

Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope
Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke
An shake it up until it bubble up and get harder
Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water

Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot
And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin' top
And now ya cocaine powder is crack
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Nigga I hope you strapped 'cause you might get jacked

Ghett, ghett, ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
Ghett, ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)

Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghetto dope, ghetto dope

My phone rang I picked it up
I need some weight
What you need?
Silkk 'bout a coupla K

I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang
Gimme a coupla hours, I have it all in a cake
Trust nobody got my gun
And went an smacked Cain and Abel
You probably catch me choppin' ki's
Choppin' ki's up on my mom's table

I got a big order for some coke
I called some hoes up
I want y'all but naked
While you cookin' up my dope
I told y'all we some Tru G's
See me and P and C

[Incomprehensible] with Uzi's
[Incomprehensible] up two ki's
There would be twenty-four oz's a piece
'Cause see if it ain't about money
Then it ain't about me

Hella mail from sales
Hella yeah for scales
Come up short
My money jumpin' yo ass like bail

First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
See when I bust niggaz guts
They know if it miss it ain't by much

Thinkin' short like I'm only seventeen
A coupla dope fiends
Some oz's
A triple beam

And then playa hit yo block
And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the fuckin' spot
See I'm [Incomprehensible]
That's why I act like this

But I rides rims, them gold D's
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
I sold crack like this

Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)

Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack)
Ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)
Ghett, ghetto dope
(Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this)

Nigga, Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos
Start from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo
Get some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber
For the jackass and the dope fiends

Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it, bout it
Break ki's down to oz's
Never buy any dope without weighin' it on the triple beam

Fuck soda use V-12
Keep a stash for the tryin' to take other niggaz clientele
Check the man made junk for residue
'Cause every fiend you miss want three or two

One, never talk on the phone in ya house
Two, never slang dope out ya baby momma's house
Three, never fuck with snitches
'Cause niggaz that talk to the police is bitches

Four, keep a low key
And if you movin' weight treat yo'self to an Uzi
The first hit for free
But the next time you see me
You betta have twenty G

Five, never pay pimp hoes for the pussy
That's the American way
Clean up ya dirty money to good money
'Cause legal money last longer than drug money

Make crack like this
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this
(Ghett, ghett, ghett, ghetto dope)
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack
(Ghett, ghetto dope)

Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this
(Ghetto dope)
Ma-ma-ma-ma make crack like this
(Ghetto dope)

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Up North Trip - Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

Title: Up North Trip
Album: The Infamous
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle
Next come the bookends, the way things is looking
It's Friday, you in for a long stay, gettin' shackled on the bus
First thing come Monday, hoping in your mind you'll be released one day
But knowing, home is a place you're not going for a long while

Now you're up on the isle
In a position that you ain't got to, refusing to smile
But keep in mind there's a brighter day, after your time spent
Used to be wild, but locked up, you can't get bent
Thought you could hack it, now you're requesting Pee, see you fragile

It ain't hard to see, niggas like that don't associate with me
I'd rather, get busy to the third degree
'Cause the war populations are
If this was the street, my razor would be a mack demon
Hit you up, leave your whole face screaming, what you in for kid?

Busting nuts, taps heard of million street stories caught inside this trap
Who are you to look at me with your eyes like that?
Wising up young blood, before you make things escalate
And I would hate
To set your crooked ass straight

Make your moves at night, pack your heat in this war zone
Niggas is trife
Runnin' from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false move and it's a up north trip

Livin' the high life, make your moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone
Niggas is trife, runnin' from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false move and it's a up north trip

You tried to dip, duck, but still got bucked, you talk too much shit
You should have kept your mouth shut, all that gossip
Motherfucker don't you know my glock kicks, hollow tips
To your body, mad toxic, I fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass razor
Did you a favor, tried to wet you but I grazed you

Pop goes the glock when there's beef on the block, chill for a while
Make them think the beef stop, then I creep like a thief in the night
It's only right, ain't no turnin' back, it's on tonight, and if I get caught
Then my ass is up north, straight on the course for upstate New York

Stress, smokin' back to back cigarettes, it popped off
Gon' point in the mess hall
But to avoid that from head to toe, dipped in all black, hit them niggas
Where they pump they cracks at, Havoc, with the murder masterplan
Keep my nine up to par, so my shit won't jam, God forbid if my shit do

Run behind a tree, fix my shit then hit you, slugs in your body
Mainly in your brain tissue, witness from the scene
Get ghost, stash the pistol
So simple then, watch my back, lay up and relax
Roll a sack, [unverified] K-A black? Find a shorty intact

Make your moves at night, pack your heat in this war zone
Niggas is trife
Runnin' from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false move and it's a up north trip

Livin' the high life, make your moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone
Niggas is trife, runnin' from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false move and it's a up north trip

I got the powder, combine wit' the powder and water, it oughta
Drop in a half and hour in the form of oil, watch the cocaine boil
Keep my eye on it so the shit won't spoil, then I pause
And ask God why did he put me on the serve, just so I could die
I sit back and build on all the things I did wrong, why I'm still breathing

And all my friends gone, I try not to dwell on the subject for a while
'Cause I might get stuck in this corrupt lifestyle
But my heart pumps foul blood through my arteries
And I can't turn it back
It's a part of me, too late for cryin', I'm a grown man struggling
To reach the next level of life, without fumbling, down to folding

I got no shoulder to lean on but my own, all alone in this danger zone
Time waits for no man, the streets grow worse, fuck the whole world kid
My money comes first 'cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody
If you're not family, then you die by me
'Cause niggas will have you locked up

The snitch, be a man, givin' police the run down on your plans
We're never goin' down like that, so I, shut my mouth
And hold my words back
The legal business, forever mine, fuck payin' taxes
The last kid that shitted

And gave police access to my blueprints
Used names as evidence
Skipped town and I haven't seen the snitch nigga ever since
The moral of the story is easy to figure out
A lesson that you can't live without

Livin' the high life, make your moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone
Niggas is trife, runnin' from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false move and it's a up north trip

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Soul Survivor - Lyrics - Akon

Title: Soul Survivor
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Convict
Akon and Young Jeezy
Tryin' to take it easy
Only way to go
And so

But if you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cuz I'm a rida
(Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

'Cuz er'ybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore your *** get ******, now
If you a rida
(Yeah)
Oh yes a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

(Let's get it)
I can't sleep, we livin' in Hell
(Yeah)
First they give us the work then they throw us in jail
(Ayy)
Won't trip ya, I'm traffickin' the white
Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight
(Yeah)

Who me? I'm a Soul Survivor
Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida
(Jeez a rida)
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah right
(Ha Ha)
Sups
**** the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks
(Ayy)

If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cuz I'm a rida
(Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

'Cuz er'ybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore your *** get ******, now
If you a rida
(Yeah)
Oh yes a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

Another day, another dolla
(Dolla)
Same block, same, same part, same green
I guess we got the same dreams
(Ayy)
Or is it the same nightmares?
(Nightmares)
We let the doves do it for us, we don't cry tears
(That's right)

Real ***** don't budge
When Mail Man got his time ** **** birds at the judge
(Yeah)
I'm knee deep in the game
So when it's time to re-up, I'm knee deep in the
(Damn)

Real talk, look, I'm tellin' you mayne
(Tellin' you mayne)
If you get jammed up, don't mention my name
Forgive me Lord, I know I ain't livin' right
Gotta feed the block, starvin', they got appetites
(Ayy)

And this is er'yday, it never gets old
(Old)
Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-code
(Yeah)
This ain't a rap song, nigga this is my life
(This is my life)
And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn stripes
(Yeah)

If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cuz I'm a rida
(Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

'Cuz er'ybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore your *** get ******, now
If you a rida
(Yeah)
Oh yes a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

Gotta watch your er'y move 'cuz them eyes be on you
(Eyes be on you)
Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you
(Pies be on you)
Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous
(Ball outrageous)
Them alphabet boys gotta us under surveillance
(Ayy)

Like animals, they lock us in cages
The same that's a star when you put 'em on stages
I ain't cheat, played the hand I was dealt
Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself
(Let's get it)

No nuts, no glory
(No glory)
My biography, you damn right, the true story
(Yeah)
Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try
(Try)
Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die
(Ayy)

'Cuz if you lookin' for me you, you can find me
On the block disobeyin' the law
A real G, thoroughbred from the streets
Pants saggin' with my *** in my drawers

Just a keep on movin' now
Just a keep on movin' now
Just a keep on movin' now
Just a keep on movin' now

But if you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cuz I'm a rida
(Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

'Cuz er'ybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore your *** get ******, now
If you a rida
(Yeah)
Oh yes a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now
'Cuz I'm a rida
(Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

'Cuz er'ybody know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore you're *** get ******, now
If you a rida
(Yeah)
Oh yes a Soul Survivor
(Yeah)

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