Music Of It All - Lyrics - Eleanor Mcevoy

Title: Music Of It All
Artist: Eleanor Mcevoy
Composer(s): Eleanor Ann Mcevoy

Lyric:
The white light on the water
The changes in you and your attitude
But the changes that I see are no surprise to me
'Cause you're worthiness is empty
Your willingness is a jewel to me

Your body I recall
Made music of it all
Yes your body I recall
Made music of it all

With your lips next to my lips
The night would be so much easier
The day not as hard to face
With you inside this empty space
And with your skin next to my skin
The night ahead could be beautiful

Your body I recall
Made music of it all
Yes your body I recall
Made music of it all

And it's been such a battle to change
It's been such a battle to rearrange
My life, my days and the way I feel
But one more night to spend with you

Just one more night of holding you
Though I know in my heart and soul
It wouldn't change a thing
Just a little comfort bring, comfort from you

The white light on the water
The changes in you and your attitude

Your body I recall
Made music of it all
Yes, your body I recall
Made music of it all

The music of it all
The music of it all
The music of it all
The music of it all

Your body moves like music
Your body moves like music
Your body moves like music
Your body moves like music

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Which One - Lyrics - Chris Brown

Title: Which One
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): James Lackey, Noah Stephens, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
Which one you gone get man?
I don't know man, so many to choose from
Chris Brown
Noah

I'ma make it rain like sprinkle sprinkle
Dat boy chevy goes twinkle twinkle
Hop out like a G, say pleased to meet you
Can we elope and go smoke somewhere peaceful?

It's the N O A H, baby kiss me, hug me
The music man, girls, they love me
So which one of y'all gone sip some crystal?
If you ain't old enough then holla at Chris Brown

Everyone of y'all looking like
(Looking like)
You wanna do something freaky tonight
(Freaky tonight)

Tell your man you ain't feeling the same
(Same)
You wanna be free
(Free)
Free to mingle tonight

If I could I'd take all of you
(All of you)
To a place where we all could do
(All could do)

Something that your momma wouldn't approve
(Wouldn't approve)
Make ya get down
(Show me what's good)
Let me see how they do it in your hood

Which one of y'all want it?
Which one of y'all need it?
(Hey)
Which one of y'all?
Which one tryna get this?
(Oh)

Which one of y'all?
Which, which one?
Which one of y'all taking that off for me?
(Which one of y'all, take it off for me?)

Which one of y'all want it?
Which one of y'all need it?
(Hey)
Which one of y'all?
Which one tryna get this?
(Ohh)

Which one of y'all?
Which, which one?
Which one of y'all taking that off for me?
(Which one of y'all?)
Tell me

Come here, come here walk for me
(Walk for me)
Let me see what they be telling me
(Telling me)

Bout that thing, I just had to know
(To know)
Baby, what's your name?
(Name)
Or do you wanna play tonight?
Come here

Or do you like the beat?
(Like the beat)
Talk to you like you coming wit' me
Girl, I already know
(Know)
Baby, what's your thing?
(Thing)
If you want it you can get it tonight

Which one of y'all want it?
(Baby)
Which one of y'all need it?
(Hey)
Which one of y'all?
Which one tryna get this?
(Which one)

Which one of y'all?
Which, which one?
(Of you)
Which one of y'all taking that off for me?
(Taking it off for me)

Which one of y'all want it?
Which one of y'all need it?
Which one of y'all?
Which one tryna get this?
(Which one)

Which one of y'all?
Which, which one?
Which one of y'all taking that off for me?
(Which one of y'all gonna take it off)

You can count on CB or me to please ya
Fly you to Italy for a piece of pizza
Back to America leave with leisure, G4 cash boy
You don't need your Visa
'Cuz you're my candy girl, my now and later

Just bring your purse and what your momma gave ya
Baby, I'ma playa but the ball's in your court
Now let me see ya strip to ya bra and boy shorts
I'm gritting my teeth like I need a pack of gum
Apple bottoms got you looking like Bonita Apple Bum

I'm for da Catta, baby, tell me where you from
Come, come whisper in your ear, let me tell you something
The way your booty hop I think a rabbit's in your pants
We can travel to Japan, then Africa to France
I can have it in your plans if you tell me in advance
So baby use your brain and take advantage of the chance

Which one of y'all want it?
Which one of y'all need it?
(Which one of you?)
Which one of y'all?

Which one tryna get this?
(Wanna ride in my coupe?)
Which one of y'all?
Which, which one?
Which one of y'all taking that off for me?
(Tonight)

Which one of y'all want it?
Which one of y'all need it?
Which one of y'all?
(Which one of y'all)
Which one tryna get this?

Which one of y'all?
(I said, which one of y'all)
Which, which one?
Which one of y'all taking that off for me?
(Take it off)

Which one of y'all want it?
Which one of y'all need it?
(Take it off)
Which one of y'all?
Which one tryna get this?
(Ohh)

Which one of y'all?
Which, which one?
Which one of y'all taking that off for me?
(Ohh, tonight)

Which one of y'all want it?
Which one of y'all need it?
Which one of y'all?
Which one tryna get this?
(Me)

Which one of y'all?
Which, which one?
(Ohh)
Which one of y'all taking that off for me?
Tonight

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It'S All Good - Lyrics - Free Yourself - Fantasia Barrino

Title: It'S All Good
Album: Free Yourself
Artist: Fantasia Barrino
Composer(s): Rodney Roy Jerkins, Ricky Lewis, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
The things you told me
I had me open
I gave you something
I gave nobody else

Led me to believe
You had just what I need
Now I see it's game
Guy been dragging my name

You put on a show
(Show)
Kept the music slow
(Slow)
Got all up in my ear
(Ear)
Saying things that I love to hear

Tears came to my eyes
(Eyes)
But I'm not gonna cry
(Cry)
Everything that you ever said
Turned out to be all lies

But it's all good
(It's all good)
Didn't care that you broke my heart
It's all good
(It's all good)
Let you have you hit and run
But it's all good
(It's all good)

You mistake my love for fun
Boy, you played the part just to get to my heart
Let me hurt but it's all good

It's all good
(It's all good)
Didn't care that you broke my heart
It's all good
(It's all good)
I let you have you hit and run
But it's all good
(It's all good)

You mistake my love for fun
Boy, you played the part just to get to my heart
Let me hurt but it's all good

You had her in my car
(Car)
Like she was the star
(Star)
Promised I would be
(Be)
If I satisfied all your needs

I feel like a fool
(Fool)
'Cause I trusted you
(You)
Did what I didn't wanna do
(Do)
Just 'cause you wanted me to

I gave you my, soul and my, just don't know why
Couldn't I recognize, you were about lies

All my girls out there
(There)
Just 'cause he says he cares
(Care)
You can't believe everything that he spits in your ear

But it's all good
(It's all good)
But you didn't care that you broke my heart
But it's all good
(It's all good)
I let you have you hit and run
But it's all good
(It's all good)

Hey, you played my love for fun
Boy, you played the part just to get to my heart
It may hurt but it's all good

(It's all good)
You didn't care that you broke my heart
It's all good
(It's all good)
Took my love for fun
But it's all good
(It's all good)

Hey, I let you have you hit and run
Boy, you played the part just to get my heart
But it hurts, it hurt, baby

To all of my girls that have been hurt
Brush the dirt off 'cause it's all good
To all of my girls that have been hurt
Throw your hands up girl, it's all good

To all of my girls that have been hurt
Brush the dirt off 'cause it's all good
To all of my girls that have been hurt
Throw your hands up girl, it's all good

(It's all good)
Shouldn't let you break my heart
But it's all
(It's all good)
Should've known it from the start

But it's all good
(It's all good)
Boy, you played around with my heart
You just played the part to get my heart
It may hurt but it hurts, it hurts

But it's all good
(It's all good)
You played with my heart
But it's all good
(It's all good)
See Fantasia's from the hood
But it's all good
(It's all good)
(Heart, my heart, it's all good)

To all of my girls that have been hurt
Brush the dirt off 'cause it's all good
To all of my girls that have been hurt
Throw your hands up girl, it's all good

To all of my girls that have been hurt
Brush the dirt off 'cause it's all good
To all of my girls that have been hurt
Throw your hands up girl, it's all good

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The Heart Of Worship - Lyrics - Michael W. Smith

Title: The Heart Of Worship
Artist: Michael W. Smith
Composer(s): Matthew James Redman

Lyric:
When the music fades
And all is stripped away
And I simply come
Longing just to bring
Something that's of worth
That will bless Your heart

I'll bring You more than a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You have required
You search much deeper within
Through the way things appear
You're looking into my heart

I'm coming back to the heart of worship
And it's all about You, it's all about You, Jesus
I'm sorry, Lord, for the thing I've made it
It's all about You, Jesus

A King of endless worth
No one could express
How much You deserve
Though I'm weak and poor
All I have is Yours
Every single breath

I'll bring You more than a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You have required
You search much deeper within
Through the way things appear
You're looking into my heart

I'm coming back to the heart of worship
And it's all about You, it's all about You, Jesus
I'm sorry, Lord, for the thing I've made it
And it's all about You, it's all about You, Jesus

I'm coming back to the heart of worship
And it's all about You, it's all about You, Jesus
I'm sorry, Lord, for the thing I've made it
And it's all about You, it's all about You, Jesus

Oh, it's all about you
Oh, it's all about you

It's all about you
It's all about you
It's all about you
It's all about you
It's all about you
This is all about you, oh

Sing now for this
It's all about you
It's all about you
It's all about you
It's all about you

I'm coming back
I'm coming back to the heart of worship
It's all about you, it's all about You, Jesus
I'm sorry, Lord, for the thing I've made it
It's all about You, it's all about You, Jesus

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The Love - Lyrics - The Love Movement - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: The Love
Album: The Love Movement
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Douglas L. Davis, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Freddie Hubbard, Ali Shahe Jones-Muhammad, Mc Ricky D Shaheed Muhammad, Malik Taylor

Lyric:
So many people, right now
Motivated to do shit, bullshit
Over some bullshit ass reasons
But we 'bout to put it inside of a love perspective like

Love it, we do it all for the love, y'all
Yeah, we do it all for the love, y'all
Weither white, black, Spanish, ain't a thug y'all
We do it, we give it all for the love, y'all

We just givin' it all for the love, y'all
We do it, we do it, all for the love, y'all
We in the party, put your hands up, yeah
Y'all, we do it all for the love, y'all
We do it, we do it

Love gettin' down and I love a cool breeze
Love seein' checks from record companies
Love lovin' love 'cause I love what I do
And we do our thing for the one nine two

And the rest of the country, 'cause we from there too
Makin' sure love is givin' when I get it from you
Everybody, we regulate the party and shit
Love it when I get a little rugged wit' it

Love the circumstance to make my dough flow right
Love rockin' mics plus the ill style nights
She does it real good but love'll make it mo' better
Got me kind of open in the DK sweater

Love when my peoples come home from jail bids
Really love women and I really love kids
Love tight clubs where the music just bang
Camp-ass with gas women or shorty got bangs
Lovin' it, yo yo, I'm lovin' it

Love a women when she got a tight outfit
Outfit meaning outlook and disposition
You love it when a nigga cause a love composition
Love peanut butter and jelly on wheat

Wylin' out, makin' hot shit to hot beats
From Ohio to Poughkeepsie
From Phoenix to NC, from Cali to DC

Love it when the pressure falls right on me
Love it when God keeps on overlookin'
Do a tight show, so promoters keep bookin'

We do it all for the love, y'all
Yeah, we do it all for the love, y'all
We get the paper but it's still for the love, y'all
From the heart inside of the heart, y'all

We do it, we do it all for the love, y'all
For real, for the love, for the love, y'all
All my peoples in the ghettos, for the love, y'all
All my peoples all around, for the love, y'all
For the love, love

For my crew's bomb, where my peoples still at
If they call me and I don't call back
For weeks at a time, love is still intact
Let's be big about it, and realize the fact

Love it, when the underdog comes through
Ghetto revalizer, overthrow these rules
Love it, when I get spared another day
Used to drink zay while my nigga weighed yay

Love it, when I gain control over this
Life is really bigger than the Rolly on my wrist
Got a twist to this shit and the answer's inside
Sho as the world's small and the Missisipi's wide

Had to rock a vest over unchoosed fest
Now I see people rockin' theirs in jets
Love it when my loved one really hold me down
Brand new flight and I'm takin' off ground

We do it all for the love, y'all
Check it out, we do it all for the love, y'all
For the love, for the love, for the love, y'all
We get the paper but it's still for the love, y'all

Yo, we do it all for the love, y'all
For everybody, for the love for the love, y'all
Weither white, black, Spanish, ain't a thug, y'all
Yeah, we givin' y'all this shit, the love, y'all
Just the love inside of the heart, y'all

Yeah, for the love for the love, y'all
Yeah, for the love for the love, y'all
Yeah, for the love for the love, y'all
Yeah, for the love for the love, y'all

Yeah, for the love for the love, y'all
Yeah, for the love for the love, y'all
Yeah, for the love for the love, y'all
Yeah, for the love for the love, y'all

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How Not To Get Jerked - Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Title: How Not To Get Jerked
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Composer(s): Lou Donaldson, Lawrence Krsone Parker, Isaac Hayes, Edward K. Archer, David Porter, Paul Huston

Lyric:
"And now, a word from our sponsor "

Now technically speakin I ain't 'sposed to be doin this
Like givin information to the ones that are new to this
You wanna make a record and get into the business?
Here's a little plan from a six-year witness
First you gotta understand the music game
It's not about fame, it's about a rich name
And who you're down with, and who you clown with
But most of all, you got to have a gift ("it's like that")
Either music or the fresh lyrics
Or a vibepeople like to buy your spirit
Everybody knows KRS-One is dope
To really see it, you gotta use a telescope, hah
There's no hope when you're shoppin for a deal
Either sex appeal, or the hard street feel
But if you don't have a lawyer you're a goner
Don't even think about chillin in a sauna
You need a lawyer, and a good manager
Without this, the record companies won't be havin ya
So I'm grabbin ya now and showin ya how
Not to get jerked when you do hard work

"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"

"One, two, three, whoo!"

Yo, there's more to it, but let's get through it
Many MC's reached the top and then blew it
You say, "I knew it, that last jam was wack"
Either you're strung out on crack, or you don't wanna
Be black anymore, or, you don't wanna rap anymore
Or, you do a wack tour, or, you get in trouble with the law
Or, your fans you ignore, or, you get punched in the jaw
Cause, you're not hardcore
What makes a jam isn't luck or fate
It's writin the jams that the people can relate to
Or else they'll hate you
The public will mark you down as a fake crew
You don't need allathat
Just rap from the heart and you'll have a good start
But a lot of MC's want girls
And wanna live on top of the world
In the jam they wanna flirt
Here's how not to get jerked when you do hard work

"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"
"It's like that y'all"

Now understand, rap is rebellious music
Therefore, only the rebel should use it
But pop artists abuse it
When the audience hears real rap, they boo it
See rap music is a culture
And everyone outside that culture is a vulture
The vulture makes money on the culture
Understand, I ain't tryin to insult ya
But you're either usin rap like the devil
Or you're pushin rap to another level
So don't wait for your company's promotions staff
Promote yourself with your own cash
But this might mean you can't buy gold
You might have to put that on hold
Cause if the artist falls, they diss him
But if the company falls, the artist falls with them
This ain't about a tight skirt
Here's how not to get jerked when you do hard work

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Y'All Don'T Want It - Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

Title: Y'All Don'T Want It
Album: U Gotta Feel Me
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Juan Carlos Jr Salinas, Oscar Edward Salinas, Wesley Eric Weston, J Jones

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Lyric:
Lil' Flip, Jim Jones
Lil' Flip, Jim Jones
Lil' Flip, Jim Jones
Lil' Flip, Jim Jones

Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Clover G's
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Dip Set

Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Clover G's
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Dip Set

This sixteen bars of my brain
I show my scars through my pain
I write my bars on the plane
I bring my boys on the plane
There's nothin' like it, I swear
Can't no other rappers compare
'Cuz I can spit it or write it
Just admit it, you like it

I'm the hottest around
Niggaz know how I get down
But this ain't makin' the band
I'm tired of shakin' your hand
I got the piece to the puzzle
I'm on the streets when I hustle
I got the heat with the muzzle, okay, okay

You think you know it all
But I prove to show it all
When I move, you get one shot
Hope you don't blow it, dog
Don't bite the hand that feeds you
You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga
And believe me, I can read you

I'm tired of snakes and rats
I'm movin' forward, you pacin' back
While I'm in N.Y. collaboratin', blazin' tracks
You gotta face the fact, I got the only platinum plaque
I did it well, even when I'm gone, my shit'll sell

Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Clover G's
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Dip Set

Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Clover G's
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Dip Set

Just let my movement protrude, Dips
Or we will move on you dudes, fuckers
And you niggaz that's beefin'
Okay, I'll chew you like food, yummy
Don't get Houston confused, no
'Cuz they music is screwed, purple

They ain't slow for a second
'Cuz they sippin' on lean
They will roll up with weapons
The four fifth and the beam, boom
Get you tore up, we stretch 'em

You talk shit to my team, R.I.P.
We controllin' our section
Raw shit for the fiends, I'll smack you
The boys controllin' my section
'Cuz we gettin' that cream, squalie

And we roll in Rovers
Iced out birds and frozen clovers, blingin'
You know I'm smokin' dozers
With that thing I roll with soldiers, East Side
So if you want it fam, you'll get it fam, I'll hit you man, unh
And when I grip that blam
Pop! Pop! Pop!, Dip Set the fam

Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Clover G's
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Dip Set

Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Clover G's
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Dip Set

I'm ready to let you have it
Glocks and automatics
I put them in your chest
You shoulda wore your vest
'Cuz we comin' to your house
With the forty cals
Dumpin' twenty five rounds
Now bitch, lay it down

So when we pull up to clubs
They say we known for the brawlin'
And all these bottles I'm poppin'
It's uncontrollable ballin'
Straight from the projects
I'm still cased up with charges
It only takes me three seconds
To straight spray out a cartridge

I'm prepared for the streets
And I ain't scared of police
You know my gangstas ride out
We know to fliz with them heats
We cop cars with them spinners
I be in Texas for breakfast
Sippin' on Purple and Sprite
And back in Harlem for dinner

Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Clover G's
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Dip Set

Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Clover G's
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Dip Set

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Make The Music With Your Mouth, Biz [Original 12'' Version] - Lyrics - Biz Markie - Greatest Hits - Biz Markie

Title: Make The Music With Your Mouth, Biz [Original 12'' Version]
Album: Biz Markie - Greatest Hits
Artist: Biz Markie
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, Marcel Hall

Lyric:
Ah one two, ah one two
Ah one two, ah one two
I'd like to introduce myself
My name is ah Biz Markie

Well, I'm the human ultra called Biz Markie
Makin' music orderly is my specialty
When I go, boom ah one, two, girls get excited
When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite 'em
I know y'all in the mood, just go with the flow

And I can play rappin' records and all disco
Like, beat it, Billie Jean by Michael Jackson
Or the treacherous three record, they call, "Action"
When you hear me do it, you will be shocked and amazed
It's the brand new thing they call the human beat box craze

Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes
Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes
Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes

Well, I don't just do the beat box, I rock on the mic
And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like
I get the crowd jumpin', get the girl's hearts pumpin'
All the party people say, "Isn't he somethin'?"
Rock from New York city all the way down south

Sayin' rhymes and makin' music with my mouth
I'ma tell you party people how I began
It started when I'm livin' in Long Island
Hey, when I was a kid, I used to play in the streets
Makin' sounds with my mouth, all sorts of beats

Grown people, used to say, "What?"
Grown people, used to say, "What's
Wrong with that kid makin' that strange noise?"
It was like for all the fly girls and all the homeboys

Then I tried it at a homeboy's basement party
They thought it was a record, they ain't know it was me
When they came by the DJ, and saw who it is
They said, "Make the music with your mouth, Biz"

Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes
Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes
Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes

It may look and sound easy doin' the human beat box
But it's real difficult, even knocked me out my socks
It's a movement combination with your lip tongue and throat
Use your teeth and your nose for a mysterious high note
I like doin' it as a hobby or a job

People treat me like a star and surround me in the mall
It's not all the props, spittin', breathin' hard and doin'
You need practice, be ambitious in the schoolin'
Let me tell you party people, you gotta admit
Anything than you want you gotta work hard for it

That's why I like doin' sounds, that's hard to achieve
Makin' two or three sounds at one time you can't believe
When I walk down the street, people crowd around me
And say, "How you make all them sounds at one time Biz Markie?"
I tell 'em it takes a lot of practice and lip control

I've been doin' it since, fifteen years old
And everywhere I do it, the people say I'm good
I even get big respect in my own neighborhood
I'm tellin' you a fact and just like it is
Even moms pops and cops say, "What up Biz?"
Everywhere I go, I always rocked the boat

Gonna end this rhyme with this one note
Not gonna act conceited and say "I'm the best"
But I'm guaranteed to pass any kind of test
I say def rhymes with funky fresh lyrics
When I do the beat the party people go into hysterics

Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes
Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes
Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes

You heard the proceedin', now here's the sequel
All human beat boxes is not created equal
That's why I'm here to say today
That I'm doin' my beat in a special way

Makin' musical tunes, orally, I have perspective
I'm very well known and greatly respected
I like to thank people, without no doubt
Peace hi party people it's time to break out

Make the music, make the music
Make the music with your mouth
Make the music, make the music
Make the music with your mouth

Make the music, make the music
Make the music with your mouth
Make the music, make the music
Make the music with your mouth
Make the music with your mouth

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Sex And Music - Lyrics - David Wilcox

Title: Sex And Music
Artist: David Wilcox
Composer(s): David Patrick Wilcox

Lyric:
There's no sense in talking about music, no
Talking of sex can be done
I mean, the abstraction of music's confusing, that's all
The directness of sex is more fun

And the road that will lead you to both of them
Is known for the races and wrecks
But there's less of a mystery in music
If we just get some directions from sex

Sacred ground
The big machine is moving
Sacred ground
We're standing in the way

Sacred ground
They want to pave it over
Sacred ground
Make it all the same

Well, at first you say you'll just do it for love
But then you do it with friends, right
As soon as you do it for money
Right there's where the innocence ends

How will you navigate between better and worse
With just these numbers of people to count?
The pop charts are just cutting notches
For the number of units you mount

When spirit gets lost in accounting
The counting takes its toll
You find yourself craving more numbers
It's the sex-drug of rock and roll

And it leads you to strange addictions
Like image, marketing spin
Just trying to get them to like you, that's what you think
How could that be such a sin?

Sacred ground
The big machine is moving
Sacred ground
We're standing in the way

Sacred ground
They want to pave it over
Sacred ground
Make it all the same

Well, what do you want them to like you for? See
That's the question to ask, that's the question
Would it help you if everyone knew your face
If that face were only a mask?

And why do you want them to like you?
What change are you trying to bring?
Or do you lust after just their attention
Do you want them to come when you sing?

Sacred ground
The big machine is moving
Sacred ground
We're standing in the way

Sacred ground
They want to pave it over
Sacred ground
Make it all the same

What you tryin' to do?
What you tryin' to do? Capture their beauty
So that you could feel loved for an hour?
Is it the power of being attractive, no

It is just the attraction of power?
See, sex and music are much the same
We feel with hearts and skin
And what you are going to get out of them both
Is just what you put in

Sacred ground
The big machine is moving
Sacred ground
We're standing in the way

Sacred ground
They want to pave it over
Sacred ground
Make it all the same

They want to pave it
The big machine is moving
Sacred ground
We're standing in the way

Sacred ground
They want to pave it over
Sacred ground
Make it all the same

Sacred ground

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Tell It Like It Is - Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

Title: Tell It Like It Is
Album: Release Therapy
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chris Bridges, Sidney Brown

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Lyric:
Daddy is that your car on TV?
You better believe it is baby, now go in the other room
It's 'bout to be some grown folks talkin' here, okay?
All right

Yeah, things ain't always what they seem or cracked up to be
Like all these fakin' ass rappers in this industry
Talkin' 'bout what they got and they ain't got a damn thang
How you own three cars but you don't own your own name?

Get your business right, boys, the first class is in session
Get a entertainment lawyer in the music profession
Start up your own company, trademark the name
That's gon' run ya about a grand, so start savin' your change

Open a bank account quick and then follow these steps
Sign yourself to yourself and start signin' ya own checks
Hit the booth and start recordin' at the speed and need
Whatever gets your juices flowin', could be speed or weed

Get it mixed and mastered, pressed up and plastered
Sell it to your whole hood out the trunk, ya bastard
Show all the non-believers what you destined to be
And in just a couple years, you could be rich like me

But I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

See mostly all your favorite artists got some serious problems
And money could be the problem but money can't solve 'em
Some get addicted to drugs and flat out lazy
Some taste a little fame and go flat out crazy

I'm close 'cause those close wanna live off my fame
And that type of shit alone'll drive a nigga insane
Not to mention all the vultures, the scandalous promoters
Crabs'll try to sue you, magazines will misquote ya

Most of these label heads, they don't care nothin' about ya
If you stop sellin' records, they'll act like they don't know ya
It's hard mixin' business with pleasure, so don't play
Me and my crew argue and fight like every other day

Rappers ain't above the law but our life is so fast
That we got a special Task Force of police on our ass
All that and this is really just the start of it
Hip hop, you really wanna be a part of it?

I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
Man, this biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
I'ma give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

What's worse than havin' no money is havin' it and losin' it
What's worse than havin' some money is grabbin' and abusin' it
We never took no money from Chingy, thought I was cool with him
I wish his ass well but I don't want nothin' to do with him

Some don't own they publishin', me, I never fool with 'em
I'm down for my artists, try my best to stay true to 'em
'Cause outside my label, competition is irrelevant
Unless I'm still in competition with my president

And believe that I'm supportin' the Hova
'Cause the industry's shady, it needs to be 'Taken Over'
But the first rule to accumulation of wealth
Is don't trust nobody but your goddamn self

I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
Man, this biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
I'ma give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

I said, I can't hold my tongue, I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun, I'ma tell it like it is
I'ma give it to you straight, no chase, I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo' face and I'ma tell it like it is

Daddy, are you finished this grown folk talk?
Yeah, baby, you can come back in here
Come give Daddy a kiss, you know I love you, right?
And I love you always

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Disappear - Lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Disappear
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Warren Mathis, Tim Mosley

Lyric:
And we are the krush grooving, the body-moving
The record making and the record breaking
And it goes a little something like this
Uh, oh, frickity, uh, oh

A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer
A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear
Oh, I see, come on

A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer
A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear
Ohho

I got my boots polished up and my overalls pressed
He is back, it was over y'all guessed
I heard ya new stuff and I hope it's y'all's best
'Cause this that [unverified] that's disposing y'all's mess

See I live with Ricky Wade and I'm still with Timmy Mosley
Hit every town, every suing city knows me
Oops, I admit, every suing city chose me
Why are you yapping? I sent you to get the groceries

Hot shot, hype down, money's in my sight now
Really think that you can keep from me but it like how
Bubba's out of sight, wow, yeah I'm really psyched out
Plus we got them kids in the yard and they like
(Ow)

I was playing in, Bubba's gonna strike now
Been milking music, we just had to find the right cow
Still I'm in the field, ain't no telling what I might plow
Fly always from the early bird to nights

A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear, oh
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah
A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear
Oh, I see, I said

A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear, oh
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah, oh
A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear
No they might

I popped up with Archie to let ya know I'm ready
Put some hickeys on the Betty and some mickeys on the Chevy
Just hit me when you're ready, oh and send a deposit
A title, a bobbin, I'm stumble in and rob ya

[Unverified], walk the walk, too much for you to knock it
That I'm a been done, ain't no words to drop it
Said it first quarter to double up the profit
Timmy call to play now huddle up I got it

I assure y'all I'm no average, okey-dokey backward savage
Don't subscribe to that old add and this country boy is no [unverified]
That's just a sample of flows I can handle
And no I ain't content with that gold on the mantle
If hip-hop's dead then I rose from the shambles
As him to which y'all can't hold a candle

I said a lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear, oh
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah
A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear
Oh, I see, I said

A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear, oh
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah
A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear
Ohho

Oh, I see, they don't really do a forty quite like me
Yeah, I know you miss me, just a innocent wing see
'Cause the belly sexy and I keep it greedy
That's why every girl I meet seems to need me

And I try to help 'em, call 'em Bubba easy
Got a mean slur being chunky but to please me
But not enough to part me from my cheesy
But I love the hold 'em two big bouldem

Balls on her chest, cock nine hit 'em low dem
Betty shoulda told 'em, Bubba K is holding
Down this fort with a army of Trojans
I was soft spoken, mamma raised me humble

But gotta be a crocodile if I'm a raid the jungle
Back in the mud thirty days in the puddle
Sucker speak up, I can't translate ya muffle

A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear, oh
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah
A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear
Oh, I see

A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear, oh
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah
A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear
Ohho

A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear, oh
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah
A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear
Oh, I see

A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear, oh
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, oh
A lot of y'all was thinking that Bubba would disappear
Ohho

Go boy, ahahahaha, hehe, ha hehehe
Going around I told ya once before, ah yeah
Hey, frickity, he-he-he-he, I told ya once before, ah yeah
He-he-he'll be-be-be coming round the mountain

He'll be coming round the mountain when he comes
He-he-he ain't going nowhere
Gotta-gotta-gotta make that competition
2000, 2000 and eternity, Timmy, Bubba, we out

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Violence - Lyrics - What the Game's Been Missing! - Juelz Santana

Title: Violence
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): D. Warren, Greg Green, Seon Thomas, P Corely Iii, Laron James

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Lyric:
Huh, okay, put the kids to bed
Put 'em to bed now
I said put 'em to bed now
Do it, yeah, yeah, it's goin' down
DipSet, bitch, Juelz Santana, ay

Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids music

Nope, this is violence
(Violence, violence)
This is violence
(Violence)
Violence

The champ is back
(Yup)
This is my anthem track
(Yup)
This wasn't made for to dance
Or for your hands to clap

This that
Gutter, gutter motherfucker
(Ay)
This that
Get your knife, time to gut a motherfucker
(Ay)

They hand you the snub dismantle your mug
A headshot have you looking like you shampoo with blood
The vandalous thugs, the scandalous thugs
That go to your block, piss on the spot where your candle's put up

This ain't no damn push music, or no hammish music
This ain't party time, it's army time ambush music
This that cripple fly, kill a guy, full blown gorilla-fied
Don't go in the club if you can't get your clip inside music

This that half a pound, back 'em down, ask around
Nobody say nuttin' 'cause they know they gon' get gatted down music
That pop and squeeze, lots of screams, guess what
Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King music

Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music

Nope, this is violence
(Violence, violence)
This is violence
(Violence)
Violence

Let's get ready to rumble
(Yup)
This that gritty, gritty for shizzy y'all
(Yup)
For shizzy, nizzy, I'll kill a nigga, he piss me off
(Ay)

Heat him down, keep the pound, see him now, beat him down
I ain't talkin' 'bout a bush when I say he'll get beat around music
He ain't actin' right, grab and fight, stab him right
Show dude old school snatches at taxes night

Sip sizzurp, smoke weed, X up, Coke, please
Dope fiends, get a load of this new codeine
That music, crack music, peel a nigga cap to it
No reason at all this music is that stupid
(Ay)

It's the code of silence
(No, it's)
Spoken silence
Right now I am promoting violence
(Ay)

Why shouldn't I get the vest and spit the thing?
(Ay)
When y'all promote cigarettes and nicotine
(Ay)
And y'all hope we stop it
Y'all told me stop it
Y'all the ones that keep promoting violence
(Ay)

Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music

Nope, this is violence
(Violence, violence)
This is violence
(Violence)
Violence

This the shit that the gangstas love
Stomp out a gang of bud
Squeeze off a gang of slugs
We gotta vacate the club
(Music)

That's how the gangstas does
Shanking O.J., a thug
Go get your glock and let it pop
Just like Bacon does
(Music)

We the few left that does what we do best
This here, get clear illegal in the U.S.
I overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit

This that act correct 'cause I ain't got to pack a Tec
I could just snap my hand and have a nigga snap ya neck
This the talk is cheap, so I let the luger speak
Pump the torch, then dump the corpse off in Dawson's Creek

The O.G. killer is back
So if you're living is whack
Come see me, little nigga, I'll give you a gat like
(Here)
Here's a hammer nigga

(Here)
Go hurt a nigga
(Here)
Go jam a nigga
(Here)
Go murk a nigga

Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music

Nope, this is violence
(Violence, violence)
This is violence
(Violence)
Violence

Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music

Nope, this is violence
(Violence, violence)
This is violence
(Violence)
Violence

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Ride The Thug Line - Lyrics - Thug On Da Line - Krayzie Bone

Title: Ride The Thug Line
Album: Thug On Da Line
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Vito Colapierto, Neely Dinkins, Noah Porter, Terry Gray, Keith Griffin, Anthony Henderson, Andre Taylor

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Lyric:
Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug line

All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah

All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah

Wake up in the mornin', glorious to see
Then I hit the streets knowin' that I got beef
So since I got beef, it make sense to pack the heat
Ain't no debate be discreet publicly

Yeah, I'm a rider call me RKC
Ambassador, diplomat, officially
Ride with my team, the Thug line regime
Evil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me
Food stamp this game dig us?

Yeah an' tryin' to be sneaky
Askin' everybody that think I know 'em for my number to beep me
On my pager to beep me an' I sense they negative energy
Feelin' like some gangsta, gangsta shit to me

Don't matter where you go, it's psycho, my flight flown
To the bottoms in Miami, got off the plane like Rhinos
Sweaty in this humidity, high
My thugs, hit the club, scene it's crackin' tonight

All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah

All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah

Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug line

All night long, we ain't goin' to sleep
Beat these motherfuckin' streets with heats an' break beats
Make my way through the door, four rounds bar, man
My niggaz on one, he snuck a 'Oh, we can' in

The latest edition to some tight shit is spinnin'
Hey, DJ, you workin' with that equipment
Proceed to stagger through the crowd, blowin' one
Ladies in abundance, nigga, seven to one

Backless straps, tattoos, holdin' some Hennessey
I got my partne,r Krayzie Bone, there go one for me
I broke from the camp post tellin' baby this an' that
She told me about herself, she want to model an' act

I'm seein' other eyes, but I'm tryin' to lock this
Who could really blame me about those ass an' hips?
She say she got some folks, Young Dre, what the deal?
Let's cut this night short, take them back up the hill

Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug line
Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug line

All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah

All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah

I get's a rush, thinkin' 'bout the fools that we crush
An' my little locs is down to bust an' makin' a fuss
All up in my pockets, they gangsta hatin' on us
First round that we [Incomprehensible] now we addin' a plus

Live just to die, know you know it's a must
Silly niggaz tellin' lies, my fo' five make 'em hush
Listen, just hear the bullets come when they spittin'
Y'all reppin', just steppin', I'm only playin' to win

Got a pocket full of plenty, niggaz splurgin' on drink
Thirty dollars in the tank, a nigga reakin' of dank
Khaki suit full of dirt from a nigga puttin' in work
Can't understand a command niggaz, patrollin' the turf

Gotta get it while the water's hot an' fill up your pot
Hit the block with a rock, with these make 'em shot
I level with a tickety tock, it don't stop
An' I'll be damned if they pull a nigga back on the block

All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah

All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah

Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug line

You might not recognize my flow 'coz it's me bustin' at first
'Coz I can put styles inside my verses, motherfuckers ain't heard yet
But I won't battle MCs, but we do handle beef with these
Competition to me means an enemy

Ask some of these niggaz past, nothin' but snakes in the grass
Talkin' 'bout we bit, they mad 'coz they career was a fag
You might been have rappin', doin' it
Twistin' but that bullshit you're stressin'
Knowin' exactly when you're fresh, niggaz know when niggaz wreck shit

Platinum? That ain't a thing for me, hit the studio make it happen
Nigga, that's because I'm real with this thug music
We mash an' wild in 2000, nigga, no remorse
What we be givin'? Heat from the kitchen when fuckin' with this shit

Get with the line, Thug line, the line
Creepin' on, ah, come up, you know what?
This time around, it's on when we blow up
Fakers, hate ya, later, y'all all die, nigga, they all die
They die, they die

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Everyday - Lyrics - Hot & Wet - 112

Title: Everyday
Album: Hot & Wet
Artist: 112
Composer(s): Christopher H Jasper, Quinnes Parker, Marvin In Isley, Michael Keith, O'Kelly Isley, Marvin E Scandrick, William Devaughn, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Daron Tavaris Jones, Rudolph Isley, Robert Hankerson

Lyric:
Everyday, yah
Oh Oh, everyday
This is the real right here
Things ain't always what they seem
Check it

People look at us and say, "Man, they got it made
They signed a record deal and now them boys is paid"
But they don?t know what comes along with it
With all the fame and the fortune there?s still bull

'Cause even though we struggled hard
And gave up everything just to make it this far
Some people love us, and other people hate us
But we gonna take the haters make them our motivators

'Cause they don?t know what we?ve been through
And none of them could ever walk a mile in our shoes
Man, I got to keep it real
Every record deal ain't a good record deal

But I?m a grown man so I didn?t cry about it
Kept my head up, stayed strong
Until I got up out that contract

And I reminisce on what my lawyer use to say
But I wanted it so bad
I guess I had to learn the hard way

(Everyday)
Yeah, the pressures of this game got us goin' insane
(Oh oh, everyday)
Yeah, if it ain't one damn thing, it?s another thing

(Everyday)
The pressures of this game got us goin' insane
(Oh oh, everyday)
If it ain't one damn thing, it?s another thing

People wanna know what?s goin' on with 112
If they leave, if they leave
Are their records goin' to sell?

They say that he gave us the hits
Knowin' damn well that we write our own
It?s not that I?m mad about it
But I gotta clear it up for those wonderin' about it
I think you need to read the credits
Open up the CD dog and read the credits

'Cause things ain't always what they seem
So don?t believe everything you see on T.V
In the videos, I was in a Bentley
And that Bentley in it, belonged, to me

My earrings had to be at least 5 karats
I had to live up to that superstar status
Stayed on the road, had to stay doin' shows
Even though I?m goin' broke
I couldn?t let nobody know

(Everyday)
Yeah, the pressures of this game got us goin' insane
(Oh oh, everyday)
Yeah, If it ain't one damn thing, it?s another thing

(Everyday)
The pressures of this game got us goin' insane
(Oh oh, everyday)
If it ain't one damn thing, it?s another thing

People look at us and say, "How does it feel
On a new label with a multi million dollar deal"
I?m just glad we stayed together

We put our faith in the Lord and He made things better
'Cause He said it in His word that one day you're gonna get
What ya?ll deserve, wow

Now aren?t ya glad we stayed together
Through the good and the bad times
We stayed together
Through the rich and the broke times
Through stormy weather

And hey, now we look back like
Don?t you remember when you couldn?t afford that boy
Hey, sunroof top
Chillin' by sea with a down south female
Like hey, how ya love that
Twenty four inch rims big body Cadillac
And hey, we do it like that

(Everyday)
The pressures of this game got us goin' insane
(Oh oh, everyday)
Yeah, if it ain't one damn thing, it?s another thing

(Everyday)
The pressures of this game got us goin' insane
(Oh oh, everyday)
If it ain't one damn thing, it?s another thing

Oh, ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin' together
True friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever

From ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin' together
All we need is true friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever

From ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin' together
All we need is true friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever

From ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin' together
All we need is true friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever

From ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin' together
All we need is true friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever

From ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin' together
All we need is true friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever

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