Cigarettes, Whiskey &Amp; Wild, Wild Women - Lyrics - The 50th Anniversary Collection - Jim Croce

Title: Cigarettes, Whiskey &Amp; Wild, Wild Women
Album: The 50th Anniversary Collection
Artist: Jim Croce
Composer(s): Tim Spencer

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Lyric:
Cigarettes, whiskey and wild, wild women
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane
Cigarettes, whiskey and wild wild women
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane

Once I was happy and had a good wife
I had enough money to last me for life
I met with a girl and we went on a spree
She taught me to smoke and drink whiskey

Cigarettes, whiskey and wild, wild women
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane
Cigarettes, whiskey and wild wild women
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane

And now I'm feeble and broken with age
The lines on my face make a well written page
I'm leaving this story, how sad but how true
On women and whiskey and what they will do

Cigarettes, whiskey and wild, wild women
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane
Cigarettes, whiskey and wild wild women
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane

Write on the cross at the head of my grave
'For women and whiskey, here lies a poor slave
Take warning, dear stranger, take warning, dear friend'
Then write in big letters these words at the end

Cigarettes, whiskey and wild, wild women
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane
Cigarettes, whiskey and wild wild women
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane

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Phillies - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: Phillies
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Greg Mays, Bosko Kante, Lawrence Parker, Darryl Barnes, Garrick Husbands, Keith Elam, Jerold Ellis, Kenneth Green, Chris Martin

Lyric:
P H the I the L the L the I the E the S
We mess with phillies, we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P H the I the L the L the I the E the S
We mess with phillies, we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)

Suppress the brown bitch up in the Crown Vic's
Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it
Gets around it while niggas quit
(Woah!)
This bitch look better than Whitney, lick her titties
'Cause niggas say the pussy be the sticky

One puff'll turn your brain cells to dust
Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness
Suck her up, but there's a million bitches just like her
Even dykes try to fuck her in the cypher with the lighter

Puttin' the dick on the ass an', everybody cashin', blackin'
Latino motherfuckers know they be mashin'
Nigga like whas' happenin'?
You can keep them sassy the dickey used to

Nicky Bone to top to dump the hash in
My partners they be askin' Mr. Y U K
Why you stay high off the hash and be smashin'?
With a hundred gun and a hundred click
To the sto', they get phillies
To we get blunted as we wanna get

P H the I the L the L the I the E the S
We mess with phillies, we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P H the I the L the L the I the E the S
We mess with phillies, we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)

I takes my gat with a phillie I don't need no quote
Now boss player this is how I like to blow my smoke
I grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the back
Of a building, top player, makin' a little bits with a cup up of spit
It makes me sick and upset when it's spit and silly
Whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet

It doesn't matter, rich or po', I couldn't care less bro
It mixes when I'm out and let the motherfucker smoke no hoe
I shake the bud mary tramps
The one that tried to shove the weed up the fifth
Without givin' up no cocker food stamps
I know they want it, but smokin' for free, I don't condone it
Don't put your crusty lips on it if you ain't got no chips on it

I spent a grip on it and girl the cuffs out here
And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here
You're doin' too much catin' in the cypher wit'cha
Lighter, tryin' to flick your big, if you ain't got no skits, you can't get hit

P H the I the L the L the I the E the S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P H the I the L the L the I the E the S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)

How many blunts do you blow on the daily?
Many money I blow many, many, many
I smoke plenty
(Well, won't your black ass quit being stingy)
I'm not greedy
(Well, where's that weed fiend?)

You better quit smokin' those beadys in my fo' hun
Blow one for the po one
Nigga, don't you owe one?
Act like ya know one

No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs
(Fuck the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the runs)
But no fund, no gas money
(Well, even if a dummy has money)
(He'll be a dumber dummy then bin his ass money)

My blunt is my keeper like cash money
Blast money, stash money, the last money was considered
Bombs, stick, green grass money
Roll, but next time, I'ma put a little to the side
(Hash money)

Hey nigga I started smellin' weed and hella weed
Then I started sellin' weed
Bitch be tellin' me, they wanna smoke
To catch Mozik than a spellin' bee
'Cause I smoke they ass under the table
The hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie

I got that feelin' again, let's smoke that acrylin'
again, I said you willin' again, then we can walk the Poppa ceiling again
I storms in like a mighty blast of wind
Inhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an'
(Aah!)

High powered shit, tell that nigga down the road to roll the shit up man
Man y'all niggas need to quit this shit
Nigga, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this shit
Man, you already know do

Fuck around and smoke the sprayed up
Nigga be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made up
Smellin' like ass hemp's and grime, cocky mouth
Chap lips, fuckin' off all the poo nanny
If y'all gonna smoke I'll be the designated weed roller
Call me Numboy, the motherfuckin' seed roller

But you gotta crack the window though
'Cause me and the lads like Whoopi Goldberg in centerfolds
Drink a lot never like to think a lot
Nigga I don't smoke no more 'cause I don't like the stank a lot

Nigga I'm drink a lot, smoke a lot too nigga
Fuck, how you gonna say that shit nigga if you be smokin' cigarettes
(Fuck y'all)
And me nigga
(I wanna get blunted my brother)

You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a nigga
Fuck you nigga, shitty ass niggas
(Fuck you nigga)
Smell like straight dookie

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Pretty Girl - Lyrics - Money and Cigarettes - Eric Clapton

Title: Pretty Girl
Album: Money and Cigarettes
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): Eric Clapton

Lyric:
Pretty girl you are the light of my life
I mean my everything
You're the one I chose to make my wife
That's why you wear my ring

And when I'm feeling down and out
You're the one who will bail me out
My love will always guide me home
Pretty girl, my pretty girl, pretty girl, my pretty girl

Pretty girl don't ever say goodbye
Don't ever let me be
If you do you know that I will die
You mean that much to me

And when I'm feeling low and blue
You always know just what to do
My love will always guide me home
My pretty girl, pretty girl, my pretty girl, pretty girl

And when I'm feeling down and out
You're the one who will bail me out
My love will always guide me home
My pretty girl

Pretty girl, hear what I have to say
It's something you should know
You brought me sunshine on my darkest day
That's why I love you so

And when my wandering day is through
I'll always hurry back home to you
My love will always guide me home
My pretty girl, pretty girl, my pretty girl, pretty girl
My pretty girl, pretty girl, my pretty girl, pretty girl
My pretty girl

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Ain'T Going Down - Lyrics - Money and Cigarettes - Eric Clapton

Title: Ain'T Going Down
Album: Money and Cigarettes
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): Eric Clapton

Lyric:
It ain't no big deal, we're all lucky to be alive
I myself don't believe in luck, or taking chances I will survive
Every move I make, every twist and every turn
You scandalize and humble me, I may be slow but I will learn

'Cause I ain't going down anymore
No I ain't going down anymore
No I ain't going down anymore
No I ain't going down anymore

If I had my way, I would probably just sit and stare
Watch the TV or read a book, I'd have no reason to be aware
But I ain't got time, I just could not live that way
I've got to step outside myself, I've still got something left to say

I ain't going down anymore
No I ain't going down anymore
No I ain't going down anymore
No I ain't going down anymore

'Cause I ain't going down anymore
No I ain't going down anymore
No I ain't going down anymore
No I ain't going down anymore

Channeled in my groove, part of another space and time
Please allow me to introduce another very good friend of mine
Some call him fear, some call him righteousness
I myself ain't clear and you can't force me to make a guess

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Man In Love - Lyrics - Money and Cigarettes - Eric Clapton

Title: Man In Love
Album: Money and Cigarettes
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): Eric Clapton

Lyric:
You're always in my head, you keep me feeling fine
I celebrate each time I realize you're really mine

'Cause I'm a man in love, yes I'm a man in love
I tell it everywhere I go, I want the whole world to know
That I'm a man in love

I used to be so sad, like a dog without a bone
And then you showed me something baby I had never known

Oh, I'm a man in love, I'm a man in love
I tell it everywhere I go, I want the whole world to know
That I'm a man in love

I love to see you walk up and down the street
You look so pretty baby from your head down to your feet

I'm a man in love, yes I'm a man in love
I tell it everywhere I go, I want the whole world to know
That I'm a man in love

Well, the minutes seem like hours, and the hours seem like days
And the days they seem like years every time you go away

I'm a man in love, yes I'm a man in love
I tell it everywhere I go, I want the whole world to know
That I'm a man in love

'Cause I'm a man in love
'Cause I'm a man in love
'Cause I'm a man in love
...

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Grown Man Business - Lyrics - New Danger - Mos Def

Title: Grown Man Business
Album: New Danger
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Dante Smith, Barry White, Mark Richardson

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Lyric:
Hear me, see me
Welcome to Soundview projects
Bronx, New York, 10473

Intersection action ribs touching
New gutter smacks replacing the whole Dutchman
Loose Mamis fucking, they definite land mines
Dudes with no right hustle throwing gang signs
Empty in the webbings broke and underpaid
Fighting federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the Corner's younger

I smell, feel, touch and taste they hunger
Next in line to rep these street signs to they blunder
Under, wiping tears from his eyes facing the felony
These niggaz wanna be pistol Pete without the penalty
His last words, promise me this much in death
Don't let my boy live to retrace my steps
Minne, stay safe, move quiet and get it
If you encounter opposition get a inch from they face with it

Later amigo, digest the day to end discreetly
Sex money and boss
My ties to hear me see me
True villain
Face covered, driving gloves
Commit by my lonely when push comes to shove
They say that grown men lay on they prey
Took shorts in the street

Came back and made up for that with that white sheet
Revenge is best served cold
Get it the same way you give it
This ain't fear I just need to get away with it
Son, stop over here, you looking at me like I'm lame
But I'm looking at y'all like y'all call this the drug game
Grand child hosing sims
Put the heroin in Queens

Put pops freeman on in the early seventies
I sat in rooms with money machines
Drugs sitting 3 feet off of the floor
Cover the smell of the raw
Chest moves like bars scale my connects untimely
King Henry from 12th street flooded the Bronx in the 90's
03 scene MVP and one accord
Boss makes decision, paper wins awards

See me, hear me
Welcome to Brooklyn, New York City 11206
Roosevelt projects, wild rose water the plant

Son, you know what it is
From the moment that you come over the bridge
And if you don't ride with me
I'm gonna show you some shit
I'ma show you where my niggaz stay sure on the mix
I'ma show you where the pain and the poetry is
Ghetto young's spend a lot of time alone in the crib
BET on the screen, walls and posters of big
Hustlers getting dough sitting low on the 6

Blazing up the ambro glow over they wrist
Hop in the game knowing the risk
Still down to load up they clip
Gamblers with hopes of rolling the trip
But when you hear head crack there ain't no rolling again
Snatch the dice and everything you want is going it in
This how it happens, good people, bad habits
Diabetics, crack addicts, asthmatics
Searching for the truth leaping through the holy tablet

The bible, the Quran, or the Ten crack Commandments
Speak on it God, what's today's mathematics
The five day forecast, the Dow Jones average
The price of beer, cigarettes, bread, milk and pampers
Life is a test and we all got the answer
The streets keep calling its hard not answer
And on my Government, my attribute, my all
So it's only natural I holla black and respond
Brooklyn stand up and make 'em all sit down
I call but no [Incomprehensible] we do not fuck around

That's what it is
All day
That's what is niggaz
Official, official
That's how it is niggaz
BX, Bk live all day
Get with it
Grown man business

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Where I'M From - Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

Title: Where I'M From
Album: U Gotta Feel Me
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): A Thelusme, P Bernard, W Gibbs, W E Weston, Grav

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Lyric:
Uh huh yeah, look here
Okay black kingdom stand up
My name Grafh y'all my nigga Lil' Flip
My nigga Gravy it's all gravy nigga

Watch this, uh uh let me show you
What it's where I'm from
Ya hear me, it's like this
Listen up brick uh, yeah I said, I said

Now where I'm from we got fiends that'll kill ya for that crack to serve
They keep it under they skin until it snap they nerves
They clap them burners that go rat, ya heard
Now every bullet gotta name-and every cap is deserved

The odyssey ain't gotta be my team
We tryna be the last of a dyin' grave, we blast if you tryna play
Then spell it out for ya ass if you tryna read
You fall like the spot behind ya knees

You get suffocated when you tryin' to breathe
I dare you to try to sneeze lil' nigga, please lil' nigga
My snipers squeeze I gotta connect this dianese
Tryna keep dope and his rice and beans

I'm tryna show you what it's like in Queens ya heard me
I've sold dimes of green and if I ran out of sticky-icky
I'd sell a nigga dimes of seeds
Motherfucker I'm a hustler

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
Niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day
And where I'm from niggaz be buckin' they mac all day
And where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day
And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga

I'll pistol whip a nigga in front of his click
Don't play with my money, you son of a bitch
I'm a greedy motherfucker when it comes to mine
So I put in extra work in the summertime

'Cause ain't nobody in the world gon' give you shit
And don't nobody in yo' hood wanna see you rich
So fuck that I'm all about goin' and get it
And if anybody in the way they gonna get it

I'm a G, I was raised by killers and thug niggaz
That'll suffocate you and leave you in a tub nigga
Hub niggaz for kilo's and take they work
Play with me and they gon' have yo face on a shirt

I don't play, won't play, I never did
I fucked up, I could've been a better kid
But now it's too late to turn back
Stripes on my shirt I earned that

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day
And where I'm from niggaz be buckin' they mac all day
And where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day
And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
Niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

Yo where I'm from we do or die for that money ain't nothin' funny
Niggaz is bummy, and hungry strugglin', hustlin'
Don't mean shit where they sleep at tryna get off they G-pack
I'm from the [Incomprehensible] haters ain't never stop me yet

I made a couple of mistakes but ain't nothing I don't regret
It's 5.00 dollar a pop in the hood for some cigarettes
Where I'm from niggaz'll pop up where you rest
Where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest

Where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest
Where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest
Where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest
Where I'm from we aim shoot at ya neck, where I'm from

Where I'm from I run with a pack
Of killers and ex con's that'll run in ya drought
Them three bricks right there they come with them rats
And if the cops hit the spot, I'll have 'em runnin' in laps

I'm the same young nigga pumpin' that crack
I'm the same young nigga dumpin' the gat
I'm the same young nigga that'll jump out the 'Lac
Hit you with the mac and watch that shit jump out ya back

Throw the gun in the back, plus the bump, and the mac
Motorize stash box for that
So know you know we don't keep 'em under the mat
Fuckin' with the Clover nigga have you under attack

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
Niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day
And where I'm from niggaz be buckin' they mac all day
And where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day
And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
Niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

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The Shape You'Re In - Lyrics - Money and Cigarettes - Eric Clapton

Title: The Shape You'Re In
Album: Money and Cigarettes
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): Eric Patrick Clapton

Lyric:
I took my baby to see a show
She was telling me, she didn't want to go
I said, "Come on, girl, what's the matter with you?"
But I could tell by the smell that she had a few

Hold on, baby, don't you get too tight
You started early and we've got all night
You've got to take it easy, take it slow
We don't want the whole world to know

About the shape you're in
Hey baby, shape you're in
About the shape you're in
Hey girl, shape you're in

My little girl really loves that wine
Wine will do it to her almost everytime
If it's red or it's white or it's in between
She can drink more wine than I've ever seen

I'm saying, hold on girl, don't get too tight
You started early and we've got all night
You've got to take it easy, take it slow
We don't want the whole world to know

About the shape you're in
Hey girl, shape you're in
About the shape you're in
Come on girl, shape you're in

Now, I'm not trying to get heavy with you
I'll mind my own business if you want me to
But I love you girl, I don't love no one else
I'm just telling you, baby, 'cause I've been there myself

Hold on, don't get too tight
You started early and we've got all night
You've got to take it easy, take it slow
We don't want the whole world to know

About the shape you're in
Hey baby, shape you're in
About the shape you're in
Come on girl, shape you're in

About the shape you're in
Hey baby, shape you're in
About the shape you're in
Come on girl, shape you're in

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How Much We Grew - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: How Much We Grew
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Michael Gomez, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yeah this next joint right herr
Is dedicated to all my niggas that I love
All the niggas that held it down with me through the whole shit
From the beginnin' of the fort, to the now current day of the fort
From the beginnin' and the birth of this whole shit
To the now success of this whole shit
And all my peoples that be holdin' it down for their peoples
Ridin with them through thick and thin, love y'all niggas
Peep it

One two
Everytime I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas
One two
All the things I do you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas
One two
Everytime I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas
One two
All the things I do you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas

Now, this how the shit all started
Was like doctors of I was being conceived kinda retarded
Like and while my moms was conceivin' this beautiful baby
Doctors was the this woman's stress out of this Jamaican lady
Pops beef and straight carrying on

Nobody realizing how the god was now being born ayo, yo
One two
While they was wildin and shit
They couldn't even find my pulse, sonogram on the frisk
So, they tried a natural birth, but had to stop production
Baby stuck all up in the womb, another malfunction

One two
And now the doctors discover
They had to cut this lady's gut
And c-section me out of my mother
Pop duke could only sit and ask why
Looked up in the sky and begged for mercy from the most high
C'mon, now
One two
See now the day would feel blessed
Watching the birth of a precious baby life manifest
See how that bugged me out

Everytime I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas
One two
All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas
One two
Everytime I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas
One two
All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas

Young and learnin' shit that started is thick
Started inquirin' a lot, started using my dick
Like I knew it all but I wasn't really knowin' and shit
Buggin' when my pubic hairs started growin' and shit
Now hold up, a young nigga now a couple years pass

Searchin' desperate to experience my first piece of ass
Now, gettin' into mischief and caught my first arrest
Started smoking weed and started totin' on them cigarettes
Eyes bloodshot like I was starin' at a highbeam
Nigga only twelve so why he lookin like he nineteen?

One two
The fast life baby, young with an old soul from the past life baby
A young nigga wanted things and wanted money quick
Ambitious on the amtrak, wit a quarter brick my nigga
One two
It got hot in the streets
My nigga campaign the cops who started walkin' the beat, my nigga
Trouble causin too much problems just me and my brother
Made mommy a grandma and shacked up with my babymother

Now it a seed, I was always ready to clap shit
Strugglin', so then I start fuckin 'round with this rap shit
Moved to Long Island and got up with a few niggas
Believin' we could show the world we was the leaders of the new niggas
A crew of niggas that was hot like an infirmary
Blazin' till they started actin like bitches internally
So now, flipmode is how we own it fo' show
Tried to fuck with niggas but I couldn't do it no more fo rilla

One two
And then I got with some niggas
Always wit it to multiply the gross and double the figgas
And then I, hit with bombs and hold a stack in my palms
Whippin' Bentleys, floss icy shit and take care of moms
Give the local little old man a job as my chaeuffeur
Hold it down for all my niggas til the movement is over
It's kinda beautiful

Everytime I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas
One two
All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas
One two
Everytime I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas
One two
All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas

One two
Everytime I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas
One two
All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas
One two
Everytime I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas
One two
All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas

One two
Everytime I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas
One two
All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas
One two
Everytime I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas
Niggas, niggas, niggas

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Slow Down Linda - Lyrics - Money and Cigarettes - Eric Clapton

Title: Slow Down Linda
Album: Money and Cigarettes
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): Eric Clapton

Lyric:
Well, if you're looking for a winner
Then know you got to go with me
I've got more ashes than Wednesday
You know I can brew my tea

Well, I fixin' to teach you every thing I know
I'll take you with me, baby, everywhere I go
If I can catch you for a minute
I know you'll take a chance with me

So slow down, slow down, slow down Linda
Don't you think I could save a little time with me?
So slow down, slow down, slow down Linda
Don't you know that I've been waitin' for your company?

I've seen you speedin' down the highway
When you ought to dig the scenery
And you can wolf down your dinner in the time it takes to drink my tea

You're always rushin' 'round everywhere you go
You leave me eatin' dirt on the side of the road
I can't keep runnin' much longer, you always go too fast for me

So slow down, slow down, slow down Linda
Don't you think that you could save a little time with me?
So slow down, slow down, slow down Linda
Don't you know that I've been waitin' for your company?

I think that you're gettin' too old to be runnin' 'round
I think it is time you thought about settlin' down

So slow down, slow down, slow down Linda
Don't you know that I've been waitin' for your company

Yes, you're always rushin' 'round everywhere you go
You leave me eatin' dirt on the side of the road
I can't keep runnin' much longer, you always go too fast for me

So slow down, slow down, slow down Linda
Don't you think that you could save a little time with me?
So slow down, slow down, slow down Linda
Don't you know that I've been waitin' for your company?

So slow down, slow down, slow down Linda, slow down Linda
Don't you think that you could save a little time with me?
So slow down, slow down, slow down Linda
Don't you know that I've been waitin' for your company?
So slow down, slow down, slow down Linda

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Man Overboard - Lyrics - Money and Cigarettes - Eric Clapton

Title: Man Overboard
Album: Money and Cigarettes
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): Eric Clapton

Lyric:
You say you do when you don't, you say you will when you won't
You make me laugh make me cry,you make me live make me die
You put me in put me out, you make me scream make me shout
You pick me up put me down, you make me king make me clown

I'm like a man on fire, a man overboard
I'm like a man on fire, a man overboard

You can turn on the light in the middle of the night
You can put me to rest, what you do is the best
You can turn me away and get me back the next day
You can fill up my heart or you can tear it apart

I'm like a man on fire, a man overboard
I'm like a man on fire, a man overboard

You got me so excited you put my heart on overload
You got my soul ignited, I'm getting ready to explode
There ain't no early warning for what I'm going through
I got the fever in the morning because my heart is set on you

I'm like a man on fire, a man overboard
I'm like a man on fire, a man overboard

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Crosscut Saw - Lyrics - Money and Cigarettes - Eric Clapton

Title: Crosscut Saw
Album: Money and Cigarettes
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): R G Ford, Walker Moss Sanders Ingram Perso

Lyric:
I'm a crosscut saw
Baby, drag me across your log
I'm a crosscut saw
Baby, drag me across your log
I cut your wood so easy for you
You can't help but say, "Hot dog!"

Some call me Woodcutting Sam
Some call me Woodcutting Jim
The last girl I cut wood for
She wants me back again

I'm a crosscut saw
Baby, drag me across your log
I cut your wood so easy for you
You can't help but say, "Hot dog!" alright

I got a double-bladed axe
That really cuts good
Well, I'm a crosscut saw
Gonna bury me in your wood

I'm a crosscut saw
Baby, drag me across your log
I cut your wood so easy for you
You can't help but say, "Hot dog!"

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Heard 'Em Say - Lyrics - Late Orchestration: Live at Abbey Road Studios - Kanye West

Title: Heard 'Em Say
Album: Late Orchestration: Live at Abbey Road Studios
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin, Adam Levine, Michael Masser, Kanye Omari West

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Lyric:
And I heard 'em say, nothing's ever promised tomorrow, today
From the Chi, like Tim, it's a hard-a-way
So this is in the name of love like Robert say
Before you ask me to go, get a job today

Can I at least get a raise of the minimum wage?
And I know that the governments administer aids
So I guess we just pray like the minister say
Allah-u Akbar and throw him some hot cars
Things we see on the screen that's not ours

But these niggaz from the hood so these dreams not far
Where I'm from the dope boys is the rock stars
But they can't cop cars with seein' cop cars
I guess they want us all behind bars, I know it

Uh, and I heard 'em say
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today
And I heard 'em say
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today
But we'll a find a way
And nothing last forever but be honest babe
It hurts, but it may be the only way

They say, people in life are seasons
And anything that happen is for a reason
And niggas gun clapping and keep to squeezing
And Gram' keep praying and keep believing

In Jesus, and one day that you see him
'Til they walk in his footsteps and try to be him
The devil is alive, I feel him breathin'
Claiming money is the key, so keep on dreamin'
And put them lottery tickets, just to tease us

My aunt, Pam can't put them cigarettes down
So now my little cousin smokin' them cigarettes now
His job try to claim that he too niggerish now
Is it 'cause his skin blacker than liquorish now
I can't figure it out, I'm sick of it now

Uh, and I heard 'em say
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today
And I heard 'em say
Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today
But we'll a find a way
And nothing last forever but be honest babe
It hurts, but it may be the only way

'Cause every worthless word we get more far away
And nothing's ever promised tomorrow today
And nothing last forever but be honest babe
It hurts but it may be the only way

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The Heist - Lyrics - Big L

Title: The Heist
Artist: Big L
Composer(s): Lamont Coleman, Rondell Edwin Turner

Lyric:
Bust it
Hey yo, I just left the studio and it's about 2 in the morn'
I just finished doin' a song
Now I'm ready for sleep
But first I want spaghetti to eat
In this good Italian restaurant right up the street
So I jumped in the jeep, stash the heat under the seat
Then I got a beep
My voice is harsh, barely can speak

I called back on the cell, it's Coley, mad as hell
He told me to listen well as he started to yell
"I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend
And they just got a room at the Holiday Inn"
"It's my wife, you sure?", "Yeah I'm sure"
I saw the whore as soon she walked through the door"
"Yo, say no more, which one?"
"The one in Jersey, son, right over the bridge"
"We goin' hurt those hoes" "And hurt both of them kids"

Now I'm in the range
Switchin' lanes, doin' a buck 'n change
I can't wait to touch the lames and them fuckin' dames
Reach the destination, grab the heat without no hesitation
These niggas fuckin' up my reputation
I saw Corleone holdin' the chrome
Ice-grill, lookin' like he had a license to kill
And he had somebody else with 'em playin' the cup
Lookin' like he can't wait to start sprayin' shit up

"Yo, who that in the background?" "It's Tommy Giss"
"Oh, I didn't recognize you with your hat down
Son you ready, we got this whole shit mapped out"
Oh you ain't scared as no tome to back route
"Yeah, wo goin' to take the back route
And pull our gats out and throw our mask on
We ain't leavin' till everyone's dead and all the cash gone"
"We goin' to get our laugh on when we're through
But right now we got a job to do"

"So let's do it", hey yo, I stepped to the desk clerk
Put the gat to her dress-shirt
Told her to listen up before she get hurt
"They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males
What room they got?" She paused and said, "212"
Took the steps now I'm out of breath, I gotta stop smokin'
Them cigarettes goin' be the cause of my death
My heart beatin' fast now, 'cause it's about to pop off
Saw the door, let the glock off, tore the lock off

Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pase
I felt disgraced, I should've shot the bitch in the face
Then my other two niggas ran in, each had a cannon
Ready to take care, how we done planned it
"These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate"
We know they got stacks
'Cause they don't move with nothin' but weight
We got the cuffs and the duck tape and put it to use
Then told 'em when this is over we be lettin' 'em loose

Hey man, I kicked mike in his face, so I just had your back
You wanna live and tell my nigga where the stash at
He gave me the address then I ran outside
But first I took the keys to his van outside
And when I got there, I found 50 keys in a stash
A 100 pound of grass and 2 million in cash
I was dumb glad, the sit didn't fit in one bag
So I got three, filled 'em all up to the teeth

And put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck
When I got back, Coley done popped them punks
"Hey yo', fuck it l, we might as well pop these studs"
Man that's four bodies, two outta-towners and two hotties
And after that we ain't sleep for three days
We hit the PJ's, split the money three ways
Now we all laughin' hard, gettin' nice and weeded
Celebratin' nigga, heist completed

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Criminal - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Criminal
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers, Jeff Bass

Lyric:
A lot of people ask me stupid fuckin' questions
A lot of people think that what I say on records
Or what I talk about on a record
That I actually do it in real life or that I believe in it
Or if I say that I wanna kill somebody, that
I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it
Well, shit if you believe that then I'll kill you
You know why? 'Cuz I'm a

Criminal
Criminal
You goddamn right
I'm a criminal
Yeah, I'm a criminal

My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
That'll stab you in the head whether you're a fag or lez
Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress, hate fags? The answer's, "Yes"
Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic
Starin' at my jeans, watchin' my genitals bulgin'
That's my motherfuckin' balls, you'd better let go of 'em
They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get a hold of 'em

Hey, it's me, Versace
Whops, somebody shot me!
And I was just checkin' the mail
Get it? Checkin' the 'male'?
How many records you expectin' to sell
After your second LP sends you directly to jail?
C'mon, relax guy, I like gay men
Right, Ken? Give me an Amen
Amen
Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons

Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital
Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can't reach me, my mom can't neither
You can't teach me a goddamn thing
'Cause I watch TV and Comcast cable
And you ain't able to stop these thoughts
You can't stop me from toppin' these charts
And you can't stop me from droppin' each March
With a brand new CD for these fuckin' retards
Who?
And to think, it's just little ol' me
Mr. "Don't Give A Fuck" still won't leave

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
But I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

My mother did drugs, tar, liquor, cigarettes and speed
The baby came out, disfigured, ligaments indeed
It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she
Don't dare make fun of that baby 'cause that baby was me
I'm a criminal, an animal caged who turned crazed
But how the fuck you supposed to grow up when you weren't raised?
So as I got older and I got a lot taller
My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger

I drink malt liquor to fuck you up quicker
Than you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin' the word
My morals went when the president got oral sex
In his Oval Office on top of his desk off of his own employee
Now don't ignore me, you won't avoid me
You can't miss me, I'm white
Blonde-haired and my nose is pointy
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
In plane crashes and laughs
As long as it ain't happened to him

Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Eminem and Kim combined
The maniac's in
Replacin' the doctor 'cause Dre couldn't make it today
He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin' his place
Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face
Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place
I told you Dre, you should've kept that thang put away
I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?
I'm a criminal

Aight look
Uh huh
Just go up in that motherfucker
Get the motherfuckin' money
And get the fuck up outta there
Aight
I'll be right here waitin' on you
Aight
Yo, Em
What?
Don't kill nobody this time
Aw right, goddamn, fuck

Hi
How you doin'?
How can I help you?
Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal
Okay
Put the fuckin' money in the bag, bitch
And I won't kill you
What? Oh my God, don't kill me
I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin' around
Just don't kill me, I have two kids at home
I said, I'm not gonna fuckin' kill you
Don't kill me
Hurry the fuck up
Thank you

Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So I'll be disguised in it
And if anybody identifies the guy in it
I'll hide for five minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets
This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet

If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nuts
Tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck
You motherfuckin' chickens ain't brave enough
To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut
Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up
To make you mad, so kiss my white naked ass
And if it's not a rapper that I make it as
I'ma be a fuckin' rapist in a Jason mask

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
But I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal

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Dirty South - Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

Title: Dirty South
Album: Soul Food
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Frederick Bell, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
One to da two da three da four
Dem dirty Red Dogs, done hit the door
And they got everybody on they hands and knees
And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys

Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight
Told me to keep two, bring him back eight
And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for three
Do you think that Clampett will sick his goons on me?
See Martail Homes, that's my claim to fame
That's where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game
Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight
When you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white

Right, well, if pimpin' be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver
That nigga B.I.G will make ya'll niggas believers
Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuck
Callin' them hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed up
When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal
Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals
Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they mouths
Kickin' that same southern slang
Lookin' for love off in yo' jaw hoe!

See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you dumb
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?

See never did I thank when I got grown
That some pee wee sacks had been done took dis town
See life's a bitch then you figure out
Why you really got dropped in the Dirty South
See in the 3rd grade, this is what you told
You was bought, you was sold
Now they sayin' Juice left some heads cracked
I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money back
See East Point Atlanta threw this road block

To my all this road traffic got to stop
So the big time players off John Freeman Way
Had to find themselves another back street to take
'Cause back in the day we was outta control
We didn't understand, "Naw nigga, that money aint' yours"
That's when me and Big State took an oath and sweared
Never would we talk, never would we tell
So when they pulled up bumpin' "Rock The Bells"
We took what we want and left them quiet as hell

What you niggas know about the Dirty South?
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?

Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they back
Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the trap
Behind tha black, behind green, behind tha red tint
Dealers breakin' off that blow up for those woodchips
A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot
Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal pop
Been on tha grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B
Eric Neat is tha coolest from my century
Mack town keeps growing, old school like Charles
Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Piedmont Park
Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes
Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit, just don't sleep in tha Dirty South

One to da two da three da four
Dem dirty Red Dogs, done hit the door
And they got everybody on they hands and knees
And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys

See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you dumb
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?
Hey, hey, the Dirty South

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Cigarettes - Lyrics - The Rising Tied - Fort Minor

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

Lyric:
Man, I love this rap game mainly 'cuz it's cool
To add a little spice to the life you've been through
Everyone exaggerates, a tiny little bit
Make that shit sound more gangster than it really is

You can't appear weak, man, we wanna hear street
We wanna hear you spit your thug over this here beat
Don't take it as sarcastic, I can't get enough
I'm tellin' you, you can call my bluff
If it's not rough, then I really don't need it

I'm not even ashamed
I got too much reality that's fillin' up my brain
So sell me on that product, I'm addicted to the game
Suck it up like a cigarette, light it up

It's just like a cigarette, it's somethin' that I do
Once in a while but, between me an' you
It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel fuckin' cool

Let me tell you something, that I realized tonight
My hip-hop radio is like Marlboro lights
They're both sellin' stories and they sound about the same
Cigarettes say they're safe, rappers claim they really bang

We don't care if it's true when we lay the money down
We don't believe the words, we just love the way they sound
They're acting like we're idiots, they're lyin' to our face
Maybe we are idiots, we buy it anyway

I'm runnin' out to get the next rapper's CD
Just suckin' up the guns, drugs and misogyny
The same way that I suck up all the stories
When I breathe that little bit of death supposedly cancer-free

And everything they say's got the truth twisted up
But twisted up's what I want man, I can't get enough
'Cuz even though we know it's all just a big bluff
We just light another up, what, we don't give a fuck

It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do
Once in a while, but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool

It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do
Over and over, but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool

Listen to my words, listen for a while
Lip Service radio, don't touch the dial
If you're in the car, turn up the track man
Give your whole neighborhood some second hand rap

Matter of fact, listen for a while
Lip Service radio, don't touch the dial
If you're in the car man, turn up the track
And give the whole neighborhood some second hand rap

It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do
Once in a while, but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool

It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do
Over and over, but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool

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The 6th Sense - Lyrics - Like Water For Chocolate - Common

Title: The 6th Sense
Album: Like Water For Chocolate
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson, Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Bilal Oliver, Chris Martin

Lyric:
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution is here
Yeah, it's Common Sense, with DJ Premier
We gonna help y'all see clear
It's real hip-hop music, from the soul, y'all
Yeah, check it, yo

The perseverance of a rebel I drop heavier levels it's unseen or heard
A King with words can't knock the hustle
But I've seen street dreams deferred
Dark spots in my mind where the scene occurred
Some say I'm too deep, I'm in too deep to sleep
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes

Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs and spit old raps with young cats
With cigarettes in their ear, niggerish they appear
Under the Fubu is a guru, that's untapped
Want to be in the rap race but ain't ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that

This is rap for real, don't you feel
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real, don't you feel
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real, don't you feel
Hey, hey
This is rap for real
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for the black people

In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries
Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyes
I'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies
Immortalized by the realness I bring to it
If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it
Through my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to it

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want millions
More than money saved, I wanna save children
Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity
A complex man drawn off of simplicity
Reality is frisking me this industry will make you lose intensity
The Common Sense in me remembers the basement
I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit

And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real, don't you feel
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for the black people
Hey, hey
This is rap, this is rap for real
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real

Someday's I take the L to gel with the real world
Got on at 87th, stopped by this little girl
She recited raps, I forgot where they was from
In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers come
I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected?
How many nations this culture connected?
Who am I to judge one's perspective?

Though some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't relating
If I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't mean that I'm hating
I just want to innovate and stimulate minds
Travel the world and penetrate the times
Escape through rhythms in search of peace and wisdom
Raps are smoke signals letting the streets know I'm with 'em
For now I appreciate this moment in time
Ball players and actors be knowing my rhymes, it's like

And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real, don't you feel
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real, don't you feel
Hey, hey
This is rap, this is rap for real
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for the black people
...

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