Man On A Mission - Lyrics - Hall &Amp; Oates

Title: Man On A Mission
Artist: Hall &Amp; Oates
Composer(s): Steve Torch, Paul Barry, Daryl Hall, John Oates

Lyric:
I'm a man, gonna make

I can walk all alone through a river of fire
'Cause my heart is true
Put my soul on the line
That's what I'd do, that's what I'd do

There's a power in passion
That I can't control
It's a natural reaction
And I can't let it go

I'm a man on a mission to love you
I'm gonna make you mine, gonna make you mine
I'm a man on a mission, I can't stop tryin' now
I'm gonna make you mine, gonna make you mine

Where angels fear to fly
That's where I go with my foolish pride
I got too close to the sun
I was the one looking for you

I feel the power in passion
When it's takin' control
And it's a natural reaction
And I can't let it go

I'm a man on a mission to love you
I'm gonna make you mine, gonna make you mine
I'm a man on a mission, I can't stop tryin' now
I'm gonna make you mine, gonna make you mine

Can't you see what you mean to me?
How much I need you
You know we owe each other honesty
So tell me what can I do to get to you

I'm a man tell me what can I do to get to you
I'm a man on a mission

I'm a man on a mission to love you
I'm gonna make you mine, gonna make you mine
I'm a man on a mission, I can't stop tryin' now
I'm gonna make you mine, gonna make you mine

I'm a man on a mission to love you
I'm gonna make you mine, gonna make you mine
I'm a man on a mission, I can't stop tryin' now
I'm gonna make you mine, gonna make you mine

I'm a man on a mission to love you
I'm gonna make you mine, gonna make you mine
I'm a man on a mission, I can't stop tryin' now
I'm gonna make you mine, gonna make you mine

I'm a man on a mission to love you
I'm gonna make you mine, gonna make you mine
I'm a man on a mission, I can't stop tryin' now
I'm gonna make you mine, gonna make you mine

I'll never give up
I'm gonna make you mine

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Mission From God - Lyrics - Offspring

Title: Mission From God
Artist: Offspring
Composer(s): Dexter Holland

Lyric:
Never knew where to go
Never used to go to at night
Thinking, but I didn't know
Never could seem to get it right

But I've made up my mind
Yeah, I've made up my mind
I wanna feel important
I wanna feel alive

Don't talk to me
Don't talk to you
You know I'm lying
You know the truth

Yeah, I'm on a mission from God
It sounds kinda crazy but I like it a lot
I'm an answer to the man up above
It's me he's speaking of

Yeah, so I'm just a fortunate son
Everybody wants to be the chosen one
I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission from God

I went to Pensacola just to get an opinion
A perfect California get it straight in my mind
Take a new road, take a new direction
Maybe going to get it right

But I've made up my mind
Yeah, I've made up my mind
I wanna feel important
I wanna feel alive

Don't talk to me
Don't talk to you
You know I?m lying
You know the truth

Yeah, I'm on a mission from God
It sounds kinda crazy but I like it a lot
I'm an answer to the man up above
It's me he's speaking of

Yeah, so I'm just a fortunate son
Everybody wants to be the chosen one
I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission from God

If I could save the world, I might do it
I just might do it, now it?s up to me
So are you worth it?
Are you really worth it?
If I can save the world

Yeah, I'm on a mission from god
Sounds kinda crazy but I like it a lot
I'm an answer to the man up above
It's me he's speaking of

On a mission, on a mission, on a mission
A mission, a mission, mission, mission
Mission, yeah, I'm on a mission

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Heavy Ammunition - Lyrics - Artifact

Title: Heavy Ammunition
Artist: Artifact
Composer(s): Rahem Ross Brown, Todd Ray, William E Williams

Lyric:
Whassup?

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Pack Pistol Posse, flow some more pro shit)

I pack a rap that's the joint, I like to point the chrome at domes
Of MC's who need to be smoked up, like homegrown
Ism I get bizm, with rhythm no bullshit
My best rhymes rank like a tec-9 with a full clip

I'm funky as hell, since I rock the twelve inch
And now fakes imitate, the great like Elvis
Oh, goodness gracious, oh, golly gee wolly
I'm good googa booga good golly, Miss Molly

I use a loaf of bread, a pint of milk, a stick of butter
To keep my weight up, to knock a sucker to the gutter
I empty my rhyme clip and kick like a fat gat
El, you got my back so where's your black ass at?

I'll let loose to juice to freak the funk spunk, no punk
I'm doin' the funky chicken as I'm kickin' like a Shaolin monk
MC El Da Sensai with another one to bash ya
Lyric master, blastet, kick my skit faster

Best in my section, I'm fresher check the lesson
Progress is progressin' as I'm buildin' on my section
Hyperactive raps are gettin' super static
With the rap erratical acrobatical mass combatical

So, move over 'cause the style that's rippin'
Is comin' from the grand man that is not slippin'
But I'm trippin', crippin romp stomp and pomp
'Cause my style is flyer Renaldo Neidermeyer

Hip hip hoorah, check it out one two the
Thing that I swing I won't front
Yo, I got the lyrical ammunition to your chest
So nigga don't test 'cause my mouth is the tec
Kid, I kick the ill skill yo, did you listen?
I bust caps with raps, packin' heavy ammunition

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Ya gotta excuse me, I was just scheamin' on a cutie
And I knew it was my duty 'cause the honey had a booty
I up jumped the boogie, to the boogie the beat
'Cause I'm a hellafied nigga, you can call me TD

The black Lil' Raskal, with loot like Waldo
I make Oprah rhyme by throwin' chairs at Geraldo
Rivera, I joke around like, Hanna Barbara
But mirror mirror, Tame is a terror

My hair got the knots, my name got the props
I'm the coach of a rap note 'cause I call the shots
Tamedy Tamedy, I'm showin' the mad me
Damn style flam and T why? We ain't family

Keep that real, I smoke buddha and pack steel
Check the rap deck 'cause this is the last deal
Good God, baby pah, give it to me check it
Bust it, wreck it

Comin' back to cap, two with the fat rapture
Intact to Tic-Tac, my style you can't catch a
Why? Let's see, I'm not ordinary, kind of impossible, unstoppable
Brothers pop a lot of bull, skip to my loo, I'm never ever to do
Hot tamale, oh golly, I'm wicked with the folly

All types of sneakers fo' the freaker of the speaker
Bass for the bottoms and the highs for the tweeters
Sample from The Meters, check it how I speak the
Words pound for pound, fuck ten ounces and the liters

I won't sniff Blow, even if you said his name was Kurtis
My style can go through changes, from Latin down to Turkish
So keep slippin' 'cause that ass I'll be kickin'
El Da Sensai, with the heavy ammunition

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Yeah, heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Yeah aight?

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Man With A Mission - Lyrics - Don Henley

Title: Man With A Mission
Artist: Don Henley
Composer(s): Don Henley, Danny Kortchmar, John David Souther

Lyric:
I see these women at the car wash
Women at the mall, little-bitty women and women who are tall
One of them is perfect and I want her for myself
Never gonna settle for anybody else
All my good buddies try to fix me up, buddy, I've had enough

I'm gonna run a few red lights, grind a few gears
Start a few fist fights, drink a few beers
Even though I'm tryin' every trick in the book
You gimme drop dead, drop dead looks

You the finest woman that I've ever seen
Why you wanna be so mean?
Well, everybody tries to tell me there's nothin' I can do

But I'm a man with a mission, baby, you know it's you, it's you
Well I'm a man with a mission, man with a mission
Man with a mission, baby, you know it's you, it's you

Everybody runnin' round here
Sayin', "Where's the party? Where's the party?"
Sonny-boy, don't ask me, 'cause I don't know
I got somethin' else on my mind today, somewhere else to go
Well-a, well-a, well-a everybody tries to tell me, there's nothin' I can do

But I'm a man with a mission, baby you know it's you, it's you
Well I'm a man with a mission
Man with a mission, man with a mission
Baby, you know it's you, it's you

Man with a mission, man with a mission
Man with a mission, baby you know it's you, it's you

Man with a mission, man with a mission
Man with a mission, baby, you know it's you

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Trouble Is A Woman - Lyrics - Julie Reeves

Title: Trouble Is A Woman
Artist: Julie Reeves
Composer(s): Timothy Jon Johnson, David E. Malloy, Kim E. Williams

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Lyric:
Trouble is a woman with a chip on her shoulder
Swore he loved her and no other
She had a feeling he was lyin'
A woman on a mission no denyin'
Someones gonna have to pay this time
Trouble is a woman with a man on her mind

And when she walked into the room
And saw him with somebody new
She grabbed the arm of a good lookin' guy
She said, "Dance with me" and he could see the fire in her eyes

Trouble is a woman in tight blue jeans
Dancin' too close, know what that means
Across the room she saw him comin'
Turning over chairs people were runnin'
In the eye of the storm you just might find
Trouble is a woman with a man on her mind

Two big men standing face to face
One said, "You've made a big mistake"
That's when the fists began to fly
As he hit the floor, she hit the door never heard her say goodbye

Trouble is a woman in a 4-wheel drive
On an old dirt road to a brand new life
She ain't hangin' 'round for nothin'
There's a lot more men with a lot more lovin'
Yeah she's gonna get it right this time
Trouble is a woman with a man on her mind

Yeah trouble is a woman in a 4-wheel drive
On an old dirt road to a brand new life
She ain't hangin' 'round for nothin'
There's a lot more men with a lot more lovin'
She's gonna get it right this time
Trouble is a woman with a man on her mind
Yeah she's gonna get it right this time
Trouble is a woman with a man on her mind

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Man On A Mission - Lyrics - Gamma Ray

Title: Man On A Mission
Artist: Gamma Ray
Composer(s): Kai Hansen

Lyric:
I'm a man on a mission
And my diligence won't wait
There are supersonic killers in the sky
Everything you do will be analyzed
They control every step of your life

Well, mankind has gone to a high extreme
To the dark side on the way
All I see is a masquerade
And the termination waits

Oh, I've seen the faces of a million leaving here
Abandoned times and places of a world
Built out of fear
The quest is drawing near
The mystery of fear is just about to clear

What we need right now, is a miracle on earth
Let out hearts cry out, so our voices can be heard
Let us walk away together
From the never ending rain
'Til the sun will shine for all of us again

So we travel on at the speed of light
And the gods will light our way
Gotta change our part in the master plan
For another break in the race

And the trumpet sound will soon be heard
As the dead in mind awake
And the joyful saints will guide us
On the onward fight that we take

Oh, I've seen a million
Leaving right away from here
Abandoned times and places of a world
Built out of fear
The quest is drawing near
The mystery of fear is just about to clear

What we need right now, is a miracle on earth
Let out hearts cry out, so our voices can be heard
Let us walk away together
From the never ending rain
'Til the sun will shine for all of us again

Take my hand and you will see
The mirror of your destiny
So many came to read the signs
To understand their meaning
Now I see it's you and me
So try to understand
And we will walk the road of life
Together hand in hand
I do not dare, I do not dare
But something's calling me
For those who dared could not break free
The one who will succeed
I wonder, is it me?

Give us a chance to live
Give us a chance to die
Give us a chance to be free
Without fire from the sky
Give us a chance to love
Give us a chance to hate
Give us a chance, before you kill us all
Before you kill us, kill us all
Before you kill us, before you kill us all
Before you kill us

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Grown Man - Lyrics - Lights Out - Lil' Wayne

Title: Grown Man
Album: Lights Out
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Paul Harden, Tristan G. Jones, Dwayne Carter

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Lyric:
What's up baby?
I ain't trying to do nothing but get me grown man on
I ain't trying to hurt you, only if you want me to
Yeah, something like dat

Yea, what's happenin' baby I'm Lil' Wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out tha navy now tha captain of my own team
Hop in this, machine, vanish from tha scene
Goddamn it I'm so manish, handle it like a standard

So put yo panties and yo pants my tha trash can
Romance on tha floor plans, yeah
We hold hands while we rollin'
Just tryin' to keep up wit tha program

Just trying to sneak up on ya, like how you doing ma'am
I'm a old soul, and a young man, we got to it and
We didn't stop 'til tha birds hit tha block
And she ain't never had it like that

Girl, you are so fine
I wish that I could get you over here, girl
Tonight so I can get my grown man on wit you

You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man

Now I don't really hit tha club but tonight I'll make an exception
For some reason I can't seem to keep my eyes out your direction
I'm lookin' at you so hard, I could probably catch a charge
Feelin' tha way you walk when you move yo booty applaud, damn

I gotta keep my composure
I gotta untact my mission and handle business like a soldier
Young man, young money but tha money long
Current sitta hot spitta so grown

And yo perception of me is so wrong
Don't worry 'bout what you heard 'bout me and them other birds
Might have done a lil' dirt and left a few of them hurt
But whatever has occurred they all got what they deserved

And you don't rock like that them I can see it in yo eyes
If you ain't good for me then you wearing a disguise
'Cause tonight you lookin' like miss right
And I'm suppose to be a player for life, but I'll change for ya

Girl, you are so fine
I wish that I could get you over here, girl
Tonight so I can get my grown man on wit you

You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man

You ain't no woman you a baby gurl, living in tha ladies world
And I'm a grown man, tha women understand
See what I go through is what I owe you
So you should throw that ass back to me right now, yeah

Fly boy baby sit back relax and
Cruise wit a nigga thats tha nations satisfaction
Whose is it baby she say, "Weezy fucking baby"
I say, "yes and fucking these", she say, "Don't you ever leave"

I say, I say "But I got money on my mind"
Then I tell her never mind and we do it one more time
For a large amount of time
Long and won't stop til daytime come home, yeah

Girl, you are so fine
I wish that I could get you over here, girl
Tonight so I can get my grown man on wit you

You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man

Damn, look, that, oh, that right there
That's tha sunset girl, get cha visor
Where those Chanell shades I get you
You always losing things, and I'm always buying new things

I come a long way huh remember, remember dat block
Look at you, you think you all grown

You ain't no woman you a baby gurl, living in tha ladies world
And I'm a grown man, tha women understand
See what I go through is what I owe you
And you should throw that ass back to me right now

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Deep Cover - Lyrics - First Round Knock Out - Dr. Dre

Title: Deep Cover
Album: First Round Knock Out
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Calvin Broadus, Andre Young, Colin Fitzroy Wolfe

Lyric:
Hit this motherfucker G, no, naw man, I can't fuck with that
Aww man, I been dealin' witchu for three motherfuckin' months
You ain't hit the pipe in front of me yet
So what you sayin'? I think you five-oh
Five-oh? Man, I ain't no motherfuckin' cop
Well, hit dis motherfucker den

I can feel it

Tonight's the night, I get in some shit
'Deep Cover' on the incognito tip
Killin' motherfuckers if I have to, peelin' caps too
'Cause you niggaz know, I'm comin' at you

I guess that's part of the game, but I feel for the nigga
Who think he just gon' come and change thangs
With the swiftness, so get it right with the quickness
And let me handle my business, yo

I'm on a mission and my mission won't stop
Until I get the nigga maxin' at the top
(I hope you get his ass 'fore he drop)
Kingpin kickin' back while his workers slang his rocks
Coming up like a fat rat

Big money, big cars, big bodyguards on his back
So it's difficult to get him
(But I got the hook up with somebody
Who knows how to get in contact with him)
Hit him like this and like that

Let 'em know that I'm lookin' for a big fat dope sack
With ends to spend, so let's rush it
If you want to handle it tonight, we'll discuss it
On a nigga's time and a nigga's place

Take my strap just in case one
Of his boys recognize my face
'Cause he's a sheisty motherfucker
But I gives a fuck, 'cause I'm going 'Deep Cover'

Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)

Creep with me, as I crawl through the hood
Maniac, lunatic, call me Snoop Eastwood
Kickin' dust as I bust, fuck peace
And, the motherfuckin' punk police

You already know, I gives a fuck about a cop
So why in the fuck would you think that it would stop?
Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do
Take yo' ass on a mission with the boys in blue

Dre, yo, I got the feelin'
(Whattup Snoop?)
Tonight's the night like Betty Wright, and I'm chillin'
Killin', feelin', no remorse, yeah
So let's go straight to the motherfuckin' source

And see what we can find
Crooked-ass cops that be gettin' niggaz a gang of time
And now they wanna make a deal with me
Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me

And make my pockets bigger
They want to meet with me tonight at seven o'clock
(So whassup nigga?)
What you wanna do?
(What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my motherfuckin' twenty-two

So if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we struck 'em, so fuck 'em
(I can feel it)

Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)

Six-fo'-five was the time on the clock
When me and my homey belled in the parkin' lot
The scene looked strange and it felt like a set up
(Better not be, 'cause if it is they gettin' lit up)
Oh, here they come from the back in they 'llacs

I'm checkin' for the gats they strap, so whassup black?
(Chill, let's hear the deal)
(If it ain't up to what you feel then grab your steel)
Right, so, what you motherfuckers gon' come at me with?
Hope you ain't wantin' none of my grip
'Cause you can save that shit
(Guess what they told me?)

"We give you 20 G's if you snitch on your homey
We'll put you in a home, and make your life plush
Oh yeah, but you got to sell dope for us"
Hmm, let me think about it

Turned my back and grabbed my gat
And guess what I told him before I shot it
"If you don't quit, yeah, if you don't stop, yeah
I'm lettin' my gat pop, 'cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop"

Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)

Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)

Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
...

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Mac Man - Lyrics - The Truth - Beanie Sigel

Title: Mac Man
Album: The Truth
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Robert Kirkland, Dwight Grant

Lyric:
This shit is not a fuckin' game

Pac Man, y'all niggas know my name
It'll take a quarter key to survive in my game
They call me Pac Man, and ain't a damn thing change
Even though I got signed, I'ma still slang thangs

Pac Man, y'all niggas know my name
It'll take a quarter key to survive in my game
They call me Pac Man, and ain't a damn thing change
Even though I got signed, I'ma still slang thangs

Ay, yo I cop power pellets and y'all call 'em bricks
I make little dots and y'all chop rocks to flip
Before junior, they had me out on a chase
Running from these ghost monsters y'all calling the jakes
All I do is stack loot, run around and eat fruit

And harass these lady cops named Pinky and Sue
My whole life been a maze in a chase
Can't keep still without these monsters on my back invadin' my space
I got two hitmen that'll bury you brothers
They rule the underworld

You know 'em as the Mario Brothers
Straight cannons
And won't hesitate to shoot you
And they stay goin' to war wit that latin' King Koopa
I got a worker named Frogger

When I say jump he leap
A highway boy who be runin' the streets
Wit that package
Dodgin through traffic that's narrow
And my nigga Donkey Kong bringin' weed in by the barrels

Pac Man, y'all niggas know my name
It'll take a quarter key to survive in my game
They call me Pac Man, and ain't a damn thing change
Even though I got signed, I'ma still slang thangs

Pac Man, y'all niggas know my name
It'll take a quarter key to survive in my game
They call me Pac Man, and ain't a damn thing change
Even though I got signed, I'ma still slang thangs

I take over blocks section by section
Shake under cover cops and make 'em change direction
They best bet is to relax and chill
Sonic couldn't catch me I'm good at track and field
I might run up in your spot, when I'm runnin' from the cops
Sling work a dime a dot, a hundred a rock
I give out cooked, yeah but I only get raw
And I keep a nice stash in case I have a pitfall

I got a worker named Turtle that be movin' my snow
He bring strait dough, he just move it too slow
I'll fuck with them crabs I had to blast those boys
Caught them breakin' down my rocks like Asteroids
Met Ms Pac told she could go on a mission
But first she got to let me put in pole position
I wish I woulda knew then what I now know sooner
Cause 10 towns later here come Pac Jr

Pac Man, y'all niggas know my name
It'll take a quarter key to survive in my game
They call me Pac Man, and ain't a damn thing change
Even though I got signed, I'ma still slang thangs

Pac Man, y'all niggas know my name
It'll take a quarter key to survive in my game
They call me Pac Man, and ain't a damn thing change
Even though I got signed, I'ma still slang thangs

I got drugs for every race, color, and creed
I sling mushrooms to white boys in club centipede
Donkey Kong was gettin' money from slinging weed
I don't know why he wanna start a pie factory
We can be partners, that's murda, us connecting
Wit the right blow and burger time doing the cheffin'
We can get doe can't let the cops catch us
And if it move slow still stack blocks like Tetris

Whoever don't wanna get down, they stupid
Not the one to jump around these blocks like Q bit
Ain't nobody out there making no noise
Wit they own route but that nigga paper boy
We can take his stuff, he ain't tough he a nut
He always letting dig dug pump 'em up
I pull a plug on 'em niggas if they don't wanna set it
Game over niggas, I'll see you next credit

Pac Man, y'all niggas know my name
It'll take a quarter key to survive in my game
They call me Pac Man, and ain't a damn thing change
Even though I got signed, I'ma still slang thangs

Pac Man, y'all niggas know my name
It'll take a quarter key to survive in my game
They call me Pac Man, and ain't a damn thing change
Even though I got signed, I'ma still slang thangs

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Wonderful Night - Lyrics - Palookaville - Fatboy Slim

Title: Wonderful Night
Album: Palookaville
Artist: Fatboy Slim
Composer(s): Norman Cook, Lateef Daumont

Lyric:
It's a wonderful night
You gotta take it from me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta shake it for me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
Everybody can see
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
Go ahead and release
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

You know the music search engine need a tune up
Soon as they at the gate they all wanna' hear the corner, uh huh
Well, that was cool but now, but then I heard a rumor, uh huh
Your crew was riding for the white Cliffs of Dover, uh huh

Well, let me tell ya' how we do it in California
We'll, have ya' on the run just like a puma, if it don't move us
Ain't paid your dues, and it ain't gonna' get a groovers
So we lose ya' to the consumer solution, c'mon

It's a wonderful night
You gotta take it from me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta shake it for me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

Girl, I want it you got it
Your body's like a narcotic
The thought it is auto erotic
Come on and break it on down

Can I get it on credit?
I guess you're brick house, I'll bet it
Take it as far as you'll let it
Come on and break it on down

That the spot'll get hot, that it's ready to pop
Don't even look at the clock, all of your problems forgot
And it's time to rock 'till ya drop
Feel the force and just flock to the epicenter
Of the party's bass tremors, c'mon

It's a wonderful night
You gotta take it from me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta shake it for me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

The truth, our madam is roughin' , hard as the granite get
Never hesitant upon a mike strike, quit
Like an avalanche, hijack ya like a Comanche
I'm a man on a mission rhyme vigilante

Keep all the jealous and the envious antsy
Love to do the club though with the party people dancin', uh huh
And set the mood for all the plottin' and romancin', uh huh
It's a wonderful night, we got the answer, c'mon

It's a wonderful night
You gotta take it from me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta shake it for me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta take it from me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta shake it for me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

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Tear It Up - Lyrics - Young Jeezy

Title: Tear It Up
Artist: Young Jeezy
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, Tracy Sewell, Renaldo Whitman

Lyric:
Jeezy? What up?
Where you at?
Shit, I'm in the hood where you
Think I'm at man you know, shit

Still comin' over?
Ay man, what I tell you earlier man, I'll be through there man
Mmm, I've been waitin' for you since you left me
S-s-s, that's how you feel? Yeah

Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
I'ma tear dat pussy up
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on

So as I hit the do' she already know it's on
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs

I'ma tear dat pussy up
Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning
I'ma tear dat pussy up

Got one baby mama, no bitch, no wife
Like pac, ya need a thug in your life, yeah
A young nigga to straight come through and beat it up
Let yo man be the freak, he can eat it up

Shorty got that fire she ain't let me down yet, nope
Got a Aquafina flow, call it wet, wet, damn
Baby good with her mouth, says the right things
Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things

If she a bad bitch, y'all ready know
Face like Trina and an ass like Jacki-o, ohh
Got a gangsta on a mission, mission
Best believe I know all the right positions, that's right

She like it slow from the front, fast from the back, back
Put the pound game on her, hit her from the back
I'm young and thuggin', I don't give a fuck
He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up

Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
I'ma tear dat pussy up
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on

So as I hit the do' she already know it's on
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs

I'ma tear dat pussy up
Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning
I'ma tear dat pussy up

Me and shawty in the coop, Lord knows she's a star, star
For some strange reason she likes to do it in the car, damn
She ain't the type that be runnin' her mouth, nope
So I keep it gangsta with her, let her come to the house, hey

Let her play matter wit slick, when we in the bedroom
She like to play with the stick, yeah
I know just how to handle her, how?
No amateur baby, I got stamina, yeah

Jeezy in the deck, now she grindin' to the beat, beat
Legs vibratin', now she messin' up my sheets, ha haa
Got a fistful of hair and a fistful of ass, ass
She came first, I came last, roll the grass, hey

Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
I'ma tear dat pussy up
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on

So as I hit the do' she already know it's on
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs

I'ma tear dat pussy up
Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning
I'ma tear dat pussy up

We pull bad hoes, rip them, push them to the side
'Cuz real players, keep reserves when it's clutch time
Matter fact, my bottom bitch love to ride pine
She know when daddy leave the block, that it's cut time

I'm in the trenches, gettin' riches wit my comrades
We fold hoes up, like slacks in the player path
Pretty skin, silky hair, plus that ass fat, uh huh
Fresh kicks on your feet, ya I'm diggin' that

Slick consako, yo boys slingin' wood bitch
You want that straight drop dick
Come to the hood bitch
I like to scout them ghetto hoes up in 20 grand

'Cuz them the ones be wit that freaky shit man
Two drinks, three beans, now she rollin' man
The tool in her throat, I'm just tonsil patrollin' man
True pro's with this shit, we ain't new jacks
We drill hoes and switch 'em up like fitted caps

Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
I'ma tear dat pussy up
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on

So as I hit the do' she already know it's on
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs

I'ma tear dat pussy up
Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning
I'ma tear dat pussy up

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Extradition - Lyrics - War And Peace Vol. 1 (War) - Ice Cube

Title: Extradition
Album: War And Peace Vol. 1 (War)
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Stephen Anderson, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Dear Mama, if some people came by the house lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when I'll be able to write you again
But I will be back to California to see you
Your son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube

Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done

Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer
This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin' for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here, yeah right
This bitch dimmed the lights, nigga, spend the night

Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on
'Cos this the same street I got shot on
So God bless Don Polla, double S
I gotta holla 'cos I'm smokin' on double breath

Freakin', niggaz be leakin', information
Got the feds seekin', incarceration
Niggaz say my name popped up, bitch hop up
Nigga close the shop up, they try to stop 'em

My cash flow leave me asshole neck it
'Gone in sixty seconds', burn all records
Nigga gettin' skinny eating dinnies
Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties

Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shits bath

It's so hard to get a room without a credit card
It's so hard not to let 'em know where you are
Tried to get a rented car, why'd he laughed when I showed him cash
Had to mash 'fore he called the feds on my ass

Went to Vegas for the weekend, met a hoe down freakin'
Hey bitch, why you sneakin'?
Grabbed the paper out her hand
Am I the man on the front page, same height, same age

Rap gage, put it down the G-way
Got my hostage suckin' sausage on the freeway
She say, "Let's hear the circle K"
Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay

It's like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado
Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle
That's my motto and I gotta warn ya
Before I'm through, I'm going back to California

Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done

Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit bath

My boys Utah to Illinois
Set the poise, so I can infiltrate
All fifty states, can't wait till I'm back on my feet
Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep

Low key, you feds can't see me
I'm up in D.C. with strike number three
Clownin', made a little stock to get a little cock
Now I got niggaz bangin' and lootin' rock

I'm going back to Cali where it's bound with my strikes
Don't give a fuck who's on the marin or the mic
I should've known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby
Looking like he wanna rob me

Federal, don't like no black hetero sexual, intellectual
Tried to turn me into a vegetable
An I'm 'a sue all black and blue
When I come to hand cuff

Big gray bus, scandalous
'Cos they can't stand us
They get excited and I try to fight it
I'm going back to Cali for show, extradited

Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done

Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight' em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit bath

Hey mama, when y'all send pictures you can't send a Polaroid
They got to be the regular pictures
An' they got us in here puttin' in computer chips or something
I don't know, like they playin' with us, it's like a game
It ain't nuttin' but a game to them mama, it's my life

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Hollywood Babylon - Lyrics - Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Hollywood Babylon
Album: Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Brooks Binzer, Bret Hadley Mazur, Oswald Priest

Lyric:
If you got an itch to catch some havoc
There's mayhem in the plastic
City of La La, I mean the land of holy Zsa Zsa
The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks of
People like sheep, those with dreadlocks to jocks with Reebok

Fleeing hard rocks, a La cafe
Bambatta flashy fashion imagine crashing
Bashes with bitches that be bad and
Wishin' for the fame and recognition
They on a mission for tough, baby

We like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep
We got the beats that are hot
We like clinique foundation resonates when I speak
And if by chance, you catch it
Then listen, the wisdom
Epic, open hittin', choking up

You've done it now woken up
Giant scientist of hits that makes you jump like a lunatic
On pogo sticks, waving your fists
So, if you catching a fit, talkin' that shit
I don't really know but you better scram
Hurry in a double

It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
The party don't stop, till the mystery's gone
It goes on, I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake a lot of hands, but I ain't got a lot of friends
It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon

B-b-bring it on, bring it on
To each other, to each other
Babylon, Babylon
It's I'm a, It's I'm a Alien, alien
We have a party I'm a in a
Whole word wide style

Live from the city of lights, sunny days and late nights
Dope, designer drugs, porn stars and bar fights
I drop, makes the bells rock, Mr. Shifty Shell shock
Call me the man of the hour in the land of the lost
Taking the money and the power
CXT, we hold our own all eyes on us
Crazy rise rain like brimstone kicking up dust
Grab the mic with a firm hold in a world of shattered goals

Pot holes, broke folks and bank roll
Pole position, daddy rolling, rolling causing havoc
So, ready set, I'm more than set
Like Morissette, to Maverick
Got a, she's got to have it, habit
Sick, I leave them stuck
I'm getting high for a living not giving a fuck

It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
The party don't stop, till the mystery's gone
It goes on, I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake a lot of hands, but I ain't got a lot of friends
It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon

The political system, system
What they love will make us the victim, victim
Open up your ears and listen, listen
We living in this condition

I'm screaming out the call of the wild
I'm speaking in tongues
I am the child of the sun
The power of one
I beat the drums of the Crazy Town click
It's the third eye sitting on the tip

Of the pyramid flipped
Now I see a little shotty, illuminatti front
Dead bodies in my trunk
Unravelin' the source
I travel into self, you gauge my wage
And then you try to debate my wealth

The consequences lingerin' and fingerin' the perpetrators
Hey yo, my nature was bred on the cross fader
It's the 7th house, Armageddon trudger
Ready for death, it's the brimstone slugger

It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
The party don't stop, till the mystery's gone
It goes on, I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake a lot of hands, but I ain't got a lot of friends
It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon

We gonna burn on, burn on, burn Babylon
Whether we gonna touch or we gonna beyond
I gonna burn on, burn on, burn Babylon
And never know who will get gonna stop

Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, plenty your money is gone

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Renegade - Lyrics - More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape - Fabolous

Title: Renegade
Album: More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Marshall Iii Mathers, Ken Ifill, Shawn Carter, John Jackson, Ernesto Shaw

Lyric:
Uh, you think I give a fuck about
What these niggas say man
They even talked about Jesus

I ain't mad at when it rain, 'cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin'
Sorta like some clear diamonds
I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin'
Some where rhymin', or somewhere climbin'

Out of a pottable 760, inclasable very sticky
Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly
I ain't pussy, so I won't allow you to ever dick me
I know these grease balls, wonder how could they ever stick me

But I move, like the President through town
Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown
I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, 'cause the cometary
Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found

So I take the time, of whatever the bench throws
The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole
Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic
But I'm fucking like I'm tryna take down Chamberlain's record

And the girls more than like you, when you running around
Doing world tours like Michael, but girl's sure don't like you
You going on like thirty-six, flowin' on some berry mix
The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks

Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick
I'm on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six
You can look at this rider, and see I'm on the come-up
'Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don't see 'em with they thumb up

I just turn the system up and keep boppin'
I never get, where I'm tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin'
And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection
Don't they see when I come through

How these people point in my direction
That's why I poke out my jeans
Like my joint with a erection
Till I'm in a joint made for correction
And right now, the way rapper bi'ness spread
It wouldn't even surprise me
If one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga

Since I'm in the position to get rich, I'ma get it
Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flippin' and pitchin'
And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it
Nigga you know and don't try to act like the truth ain't apparent

I'm on a mission to get richer, it's as simple as that
I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap
Like a .40 Cal, spittin' on instrumentals I clap
And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back

I get you murdered if I think you a rat
'Cause if you don't show loyalty
Then that show me where ya principles at
And you don't know how much I been through, in fact

I never did like you, I ain't even gon' pretend wit you cats
And I'm the nicest, I ain't gotta say it twice and repeat it
I'm a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated
I'ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it

Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it
My Desert's the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it
Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement
And I blow off ya head for no reason and just when I'm leavin'
You don't know me ya owe me homie
But the spread make us even, blow

And the bad part about it is man
I'm only twenty years old man
And I'm just havin' fun
Man I ain't even tryin' man

Desert Storm's youngest and in charge man
Paul Cain, man
Yo Fab man, you ain't even gotta go hard man
I got these niggas man

Clue, holla at cha boy, Skatin' Dolla
Duro, it's our year man
Desert Storm, we gon' kill niggas man
You already know what it is it's a ho'cide man
Stop, "Street Dreamin"

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Somebody Else Bumped Your Girl - Lyrics - Freddie Foxxx

Title: Somebody Else Bumped Your Girl
Artist: Freddie Foxxx
Composer(s): Freddie Foxxx

Lyric:
Did you ever have a girl and you thought she was it?
To find out in the long run she ain't even shit
Dress her up nice, sport her all over town
And then behind your back she likes sleepin' around

She's steppin' out late while you're home in bed
To another brother kickin' bass all in her head
You're layin' there, lookin' at her photo in frame
And you're chirpin' like a bird while you're singin' her name

You call her every night then you're off by 10
When you hang up the phone, she hits the road again
Sad what I'm sayin' but it's gotta be true
Everybody knows your girl better than you

But what I'm sayin' is this, you said she'd never do wrong
You met her at first, she did a dancin' song
Said, "I'll stay with you forever and brighten your world"
Face it, somebody bumpin' your girl

Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It makes you mad, don't it?

Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It make you ill, won't it?

I met this kid named Jesse on my way uptown
Sittin' on the train, on his face was a frown
I said, "My man, what's the matter?", then he started to sweat
Said, "My girl left the crib and she didn't come home yet"

"Foxxx, I'm hurt, sad as could be
'Cause every time she leaves she always calls me
But I ain't heard a word, I'm worried to death
I can't understand why she up and just left"

"How long has it been?", he said, "About six days
And man, I did a lotta prayin' and I hope that it pays"
I looked him in his face told him, "Don't be a cad
'Cause ain't a girl in the world, it's insanity, mad"

"You better start thinkin' and preparin' your heart
'Cause if you hear the wrong thing you'll be torn apart"
Jesse stood up, the train came to a stop
Had a look on his face like he was about to pop

I said, "So what's up?", then he looked in my grill
Kinda like I look myself when I'm 'bout to get ill
He was lookin' on a platform, right by a can
His girl lockin' lips with another man

Jesse broke stupid and pulled out a tool
And started lickin' off like a crazy fool
The brother went rambo, actin' wild
And shot sixteen people at the turnstyle

The girl got sick when she saw blood flowin'
The brother she was with did a Jesse Owens
I couldn't believe the brother ruined his world
All because somebody else bumped his girl

Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It makes you mad, don't it?

Now I'ma tell you all a story 'bout my man Jim Stone
Who had a three-floor mansion and a yacht of his own
He had enough money but what capes the cake
He had the baddest girl in about 10 states

All about he ever talked about was lovin' his girl
And how he'd never touch another in the whole wide world
Jim got the nerve, wants to buy her a ring
And when he put it on her finger, she was ready to sting

The brother had a party at his crib one night
Had the place laid out and the music was hype
About 100 people, I would say, no less
Freddie Foxxx ain't stupid, I can knowledge a mess

I noticed his girl, she kept grinnin' a lot
She was hangin' 'round the fireplace in this one spot
She looked like she was waitin' for a train or a bus
She was waitin' for Jim's best man, his boy Gus

Gus got slick, took the girl by the hand
And dipped the step like the Bionic Man
I stood there shakin' my head, I had a flashback
'Bout what happened uptown by the train tracks

Jim came over and he said to me
"Fred, I got a real bad thought bumrushin' my head"
I said, "So what's the matter?", then he looked at me twice
And said, "I can't find my best man Gus or my wife"

Jim was on a mission, I could look in his eyes
And see the meter on his blood pressure startin' to rise
He headed up the steps and I followed behind
And I could tell by his face he had death on his mind

He stood by the room and the door was cranked
Then he took off his shirt and then we both stepped back
Jim kicked the door open and he stuck in his head
And saw Gus and his wife both naked in bed

Jim grabbed a bat and I tell you the truth
He was swingin' home runs like my man Babe Ruth
He left 'em both layin' there, stiff as a board
And he turned to me and said, "Freddie Foxxx, I scored"

Two accounts, murder one now he sits in his cell
With a life-long sentence and a story to tell
I couldn't believe the brother ruined his world
All because somebody bumped his girl

Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It makes you mad, don't it?

Somebody else bumped your girl
And the thought of it wrecked your world
Somebody else bumped your girl
It make you ill, won't it?

You mean that's it?

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Wanna Be A Balla - Lyrics - Lil' Troy

Title: Wanna Be A Balla
Artist: Lil' Troy
Composer(s): Willie Anserson, Troy Birklett, Hawk T Prejean, Bruce Isaac Rhodes, Yungsta

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Lyric:
Wanna be a balla, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way
A better way, better way, yeah ay

I'm a baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamond Rottweiler
I-10 hauler, not a leader, not follower
Break these boys off, I'm a twenty inch crawler

Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight, I'm throwed
I'm bouncin off the road, I'm in a modem with them fo' dem
Tiny tune, hop out my big body form
Chain with the Chong, can't forget Moet along

I'm hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood
Man, it's understood, got money in my hood
I'm pushing, big body can't stop me
For the nine eight got to sell a million copy

I'ma crawl slow puffin' on the Optimo, hit the sto'
I'ma go real slow, puffin indo out the do'
I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin' clean
Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes

Wanna be a balla, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way
A better way, better way, yeah ay

Big ballin', smashin', makin' my ends
Smokin' big killa, gettin' high in the Benz
Big ballin', smashin', makin' my ends
Smokin' big killa, gettin' high in the Benz

In the wind, smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
Yo' eyes, get froze, as you see my low
Candy red, two do', let my top down slow

Hittin' my remote, sittin' in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get high
From K.C. to H-Town, connectin' SouthSide

Now we worldwide, watch me high side
Fat Pat blowin' killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah, we got love
Blowin' sticky green we flow through and above

Wanna be a balla, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way
A better way, better way, yeah ay

Sittin' fat down south, rollin' Benz on blocks
Mo' scrilla I got, signin' with Shortstop
And that's for real, so tell me how you feel
To make a million dollars out my first record deal

Shortstop, puttin' up your motherfuckin' ear
Really really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin' on no beer
Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride
Trunk hit fo' life, baby, it's SouthSide

We on a fuckin' mission, Expedition Navigator
That's how we be ridin', alligator suitcasin'
Puttin' it in your face and that's for real
Shinin' harder than the grill, it's the player Lil' Will

Down with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug
So nigga, nigga what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin' down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

Wanna be a balla, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way
A better way, better way, yeah ay

I gots to get better, man, it gots to move on
Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone
Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches

Had to get older, man, it got colder
I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder
Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
Boys don't understand virtual reality Caravan

Double doors, marble floors, naked hoes around me
Every time I'm comin' out, niggaz they wanna sign me
Got the Lil' Will diamond grillers [unverified]
Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget Den-Den

Boobie diamond rubies, I'm watchin' on a movie
Drop the top, it's cotton, and you know I'm in a Jacuzzi
Bourbon and I'm swervin', man, it's getting' hot
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor

Wanna be a balla, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way
A better way, better way, yeah ay

I hit the highway, everything's my way, I parlay
Everyday all day, ain't no way
Boys can't stop as I slide through your neighborhood
Chop, chop, chop, headed straight to the top
I only play to win, 'bout to close up shop

Showstoppin' dead end, pimp the pen once again
Peep the message I send
Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend
Big 'bout it Benz as I floss through the south
Big blue lens now whatcha talkin' about?

Close yo' mouth as I settle all scores
Scream and shout my similes and metaphors
Mansion doors, I constantly close
All you hoes, go and take off your clothes
Lord knows, ain't no time to play
Commence to fuckin' and a suckin' on the H.A.W.K.

Wanna be a balla, shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin' laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way
A better way, better way, yeah ay

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