My Bike - Lyrics - Ghoti Hook

Title: My Bike
Artist: Ghoti Hook
Composer(s): Joel T Bell, Christian Ergueta, Adam R Neubauer, Conrad Tolosa, Jaime Tolosa

Lyric:
What's missing from this picture?
It's just me without my bike

There's just one thing that I love more than anything
I hold it so near to my heart
It has just one gear and a pair of blue training wheels
A headlight to see in the dark

I like my bike, it's not like other bikes
I like my bike, it's not like other bikes

It has pinwheels and a purple banana seat
Loud cards in the spokes as they bend
It has a big horn that I honk when you're in my way
So I don't run over my friends

I like my bike, it's not like other bikes
I like my bike, it's not like other bikes

I ride my bike to the girl that I like
And she looks at me and my bike
A tear fills her eye as she's filled with great pride
When I ask her to take a ride

Me and my girl, we ride all over town on it
My guide is the street and the sun
We stop for a shake, I pretend we'll share all of it
When I hit the eject button

I like my bike, it's not like other bikes
I like my bike, it's not like other bikes

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Riding My Bike - Lyrics - Lisa Germano

Title: Riding My Bike
Artist: Lisa Germano
Composer(s): Lisa Germano

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Lyric:
I was riding my bike
Across the street
Just riding my bike

I was riding my bike
Across the street
Just riding my bike

Then this man
Came up to me
He was driving his car

I was riding my bike
Across the street
Just riding my bike

Something was wrong
This didn't feel right
My heart beat fast

He said, "Which way is
Adams Street?"
My heart beat fast

Hey little girl
You sure look cute
Riding your bike

Hey pretty girl
You want a little of this?
You sure look cute

He followed me home
He knows where I live
He knows my name

He followed me home
He knows my name

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My Crew - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: My Crew
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Osten Harvey, Germaine Williams, Terrence Kelly

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Lyric:
My crew
My crew
My crew
My crew
Yo, yo, now now, now now

When I wake up before I gather up my pens
I shine up my fronts, I give a Dutch for all my mens
Throw on some Marvin Gaye
I smoke my weed and clean my kitchen dishes
Tec to the sky see how mom's is always bitchin'

I'm done buffin', got my cheese my pen and paper
It's time for me here to prepare my caper
I written it down the line and now a ring is on my phone
It's my nigga Spigg Nice, he tellin' me he in the zone

Yo, I got the liquor the grain fool let's make a tape
I'm caught up in my own zone can't really escape
I ran it down the line as Easy Mo, he played the song
He checked my five, he said to me "Yo later on"

About an hour passes
About my loosey deuce deuce and my tinted glasses
I got the bike that I copped from my younger cousin
'Cause that cat is up in class like a nickel and he wasn't

I'm concentratin' on these moves that I'ma soon be makin'
And once I break then I'ma show my peeps that I'm not fakin'
See my man Pop or Die from the block
Niggas wearin' [Incomprehensible] reverse
As we handle barred it to the block

See certain situations happen
When you caught up in the 'hood in the game of rappin'
You see scrappin' now leads to cappin'
We used to have each other's back
What the fuck happened? Stupid
Yo fuck it

Anyway Mary Easter record store
Walked to the back now let me get a four
Exit from the spot everybody know what's hot
You get yours on and soon as you see 'em
The thieves turn the block

Jump on them right now when niggas chillin'
If you ever sported it you know how I'm feelin'
Cracked open my St. Ides took a squig
As Mama Blackwell whispered

You got it this time
He represents my Crew
You represent my Crew
We represent my Crew
Represent your Crew

He represents my Crew
You represent my Crew
We represent my Crew
Yo represent yours Crew

Which one of y'all think you ill enough to bust A Plus
Get crushed by the stampede of the elephant tusks
We LB families niggas don't understand us
Lyrical scanner diagnosin' niggas with cancer

You got a problem, I got the answer
Twin Glocks goin' bananas
Buckin' innocent bystanders son
The total sum is a mathematical function
I used to get suspended for keepin' the class jumpin'

Had the blackboard with the chalk in my hand
Mr. Cheeks snatched the thieves off the Canibus plan
Watched the crowd get amped while they scream and chant
It's ill hot, they can't keep still like a fire drill

We desire mils from 97 until
Firin' high caliber steel on this battlefield, son

Long Isle's my Crew
Campstead is my Crew
Parkside is my Crew
Lost Boyz is my Crew

Group Home is my Crew
Everyone is my Crew
Reebok's my Crew
It's worldwide my Crew

Strictly out for the fortune and fame
I entertain for my personal gain
Rock the gold chains
Big enough to cause neck pains

Canibus is my name
I be the last one to set it
You could find my name
In the Lost Boyz album credits

If you open up and look at the cover
You'll see Cop killin' Queens in this mothafucker
And we all represent the Group Home click
L O S T B O Y Z for the 96

And as the clock ticks record sales climb
I remember when them niggas first got signed
Fuckin' with Uptown bustin' they ass e'ryday
From Lifestyles to Jeeps to Renee

Now they gettin' mad airplay all over New York
Top ten on ya Soundscan report
Yo, who woulda thought these four
Nappy headed niggas woulda got a article in Billboard

For hard work produces results
And I'ma keep rockin' till the day
Somebody stops my pulse
So yo tally up it's the Lost Boyz Crew
Mr. Cheeks, Taliek, Spigg Nice and Pretty Lou
My Crew

Yeah
East Coast my Crew
West Coast my Crew
The whole World my Crew
Group Home my Crew

Lost Boyz my Crew
Lost Boyz my Crew
Lost Boyz my Crew
L O S T B O Y Z my Crew

Yo for the 97, Africa, Jamaica
Alaska, Africa
I smoke trees with my
Yo, 'cause I beez with my

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To My People - Lyrics - Flipmode Squad

Title: To My People
Artist: Flipmode Squad
Composer(s): R Lewis, R Mcnair, R Fisher, Leroy Jones, G Spivey, Trevor Smith, R Evens, J Webb

Lyric:
Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left

Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop

Uh, straight off the bat
My squad is known across the map
When y'all niggas show love
Then we show you love back

Y'all niggas want beef
Fuck it take it to the streets
Y'all niggas gon' chill
Then we sit down and we build

My squad finally here
Unit of the year
We settin' up shop
And we ain't going nowhere

We want it all
Even if we gotta brawl for it
We want it all
Even if you gotta fall for it

We stage wreckers, fifty two car deckers
Reppin' to the world till the law come and get us
You jealous fellas
I'm puttin' holes in vendettas

Twist your body
With two shells from a shottie pow
Niggas wanna get me touched
(Naw, they cant touch you)
Shinin' and flossin' too much
(Naw, they can't cross you)

Light on my toes
Left him ten feet
Part from his heat
Play it softly

The truth speaks through this poetry
For me to call shot
Cock block my life
Add a little spice

Devil eyes snake rise on dice
Have your fam call Christ
Flipmode battle for mics
All my shit be high priced

I'm slashing dikes, feel me
Liftin' thugs out they crease it's quickly
Shift two keys in two weeks
And gross forty g's

Report me and live shortly
Slouch cat livin' off calibil breeze
You wanna get involved
Better grip on tight, take the next flight
We got it locked on the next bike

Check it out
I got the eye of a tiger
That's plan to go higher
My squad is on fire

And till death do us
If the label wanna sue us
Yo I'm taking the reels
I'm the man with the gat that be ready to peel

I'm the one next to Spliff when it's time to ill
I'm a show by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us make a move
Catch us on smokin' groove

Rules house of blues, MTV news
On the bus with my Flipmode loco
(Loco)
Takin' flicks, hittin' chicks by the dozen
(Dozen)

Keep a shot runnin'
Now I'm on a journey
It take you twenty light years to burn me
(Burn me)
If you want beef call my attorney
All that other wack shit don't concern me

I'm being felt
I got a title under my belt
I'm out to get the wealth
I'm 'bout my squad and myself

Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left

Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop

Uhh, comin' correct for all my Flipmode brothers
Stats ratin' higher then that of single mothers
Peace to my Outz clique
Bitches that I bounce with

Everybody else get the gas like Auschwitz
Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should
Type takin' niggas out like they packaged goods
Rappers wanna contest

They buggin', straight up and down
We run the underground like H. Tubman
What, I'm the bomb bitch
Nigga Rah, D I G got Rah

God be my witness
Long as I walk this globe
I be spittin' more verses
Than the 'Book of Job'

Why are you ignoring us
Running into hiding and avoiding us?
Niggas on the low be recording us
My rhyme flow remain poisonous

Thus
Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us
We alive nigga ain't no destroying us
You better off if you come join with us

Perpendicular
Or analyzing my whole molecular
In particular
Roll with my squad or go singular

I ain't into bitches who fuck animals like caligula
More hot shit so get your water sprinkler
Fire extinguisher, rhyme, prime minister
C'mon

Never mistake me for nobody else
Another blast make you shit on yourself
I hope all y'all know that I always master the art
Rip you apart

Put your hand on my heart
Flipmode number one on the charts
Solo or collective
My perspective the objective
Is to win

All praises due to my squad one in the same
Cherish every blessing
I have to make y'all witness my name
Burn another calorie

Come inside my galaxy
Put your money where your mouth is double your salary
Hey dude you know we stay rude high on a aquelude
Bust your shit bouncin' in a Honda Prelude

Let's G off
Nigga ease off
I make you breeze off
Brickfull make you rip your jeans off

Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left

Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop

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Just One Of Those Days - Lyrics - Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

Title: Just One Of Those Days
Artist: Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Composer(s): Willard Smith, Jeffrey Townes

Lyric:
Have you ever in your life experienced a day
Where nothin' at all seems to go your way
No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut
You just could not break the string of bad luck

A day where Murphy's law takes over your life
And you just can't seem to do a darn thing right
And when the day was over you just had to say
You said "Man it's just one of those days"

My day started off kind of cool I brushed my teeth I combed my hair
And I got dressed and went to school
I stopped at the store for a breakfast snack
A tasty cake and orange juice and a bubble yum pack

About that point I proceeded to class
I spoke to all the pretty girls that I passed
I went to my room which was on the first floor
I had no idea what I was in for

I sat in my desk and minded my own business
Someone knocked on the door the teacher said, "Who is it"
This girl walked in my imagination ran wild
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled

I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said, "What's wrong with you fool are you some kind of nut"
The teacher turned around while my arm was extended
She looked me in the face and said, "Prince you're suspended"

I said, "Your trippin' it's just a bad habit"
She put it in my face she must've wanted me to grab it
I pleaded my case but she wrote the pink slip
Then I just shoke my head I said, "I don't believe this"

She sent me to the head of the discipline staff
I tried to play it off so I started to laugh
I said, "Ha ha this story is great"
It's a big misunderstandin' one big mistake

He didn't think that it was funny he didn't even smile
He said, "Mmm, mmm, mmm you're an unlucky child"
I stopped laughin' and I said, "Why is that"
He said, "Just get out my school and don't you ever come back"

I said, "Wait this is my school and you're tellin' me to leave it"
He handed me my books and said, "Yep you'd best believe it"
As I walked out the school back at the wall I did gaze
And said, "Man it's just one of those days"

I woke up around a quarter to eight
I wiped the sleep from out my eyes and I was feelin' great
I flipped my radio on and to my utter surprise
I thought that it was eight o'clock but it was half past nine

I hopped up and put my feet on the floor
Ran to the bathroom then I hit my foot on the door
The pain was immense as it started to throb
I said, to hell with broken toes I was losin' my job

So I combed my hair then I brushed my teeth
Threw my Fila suit and my Fila sneaks
Threw my Fila underwear and my Fila hat
Then I ran downstairs and kicked the Fila cat

I grabbed my jacket then I grabbed my keys
Then I prayed out loud car start please
The car started but what good was that
I couldn't drive it anyway because the tires were flat

I did the hundred yard dash to the top of my block
Then I grabbed a dollar bill from my left sweat sock
The bus pulled up I was late and kind of nervous
I got real mad because the sign said, "Out of service"

I started hikin' it I wasn't likin' it
I saw a little kid I stole his bike and started bikin' it
I thought I got away but when I ducked around the corner
There was twelve cop cars I said, "I'm a goner"

Slamed on the break I did 180 turn
Peddled the bike so fast I heard the rubble burn
With the cops in hot pursuit I started feelin' like a jerk
I thought man all of this 'cause I was tryin' to get to work

I could've got away I almost had 'em shook
'Til this girl walked by somethin' said, "Not to look"
But I thought what the heck a little peek can't hurt
But she made me miss the sign that said, "Men at work"

I screamed out loud as I crashed through the baracade
I saw my whole life flash before my face
I felt kind of dizzy all I saw was stars
I put my hands over my eyes and settled on the handle bars

That was stupid I got off track
Because about that point everythin' went black
The next thing I remember is a head ache naggin'
I woke up face down in the back of a paddy wagon

I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dead
A big flinstone lump on the side of my head
They took my picture and my finger prints
I said, "Wait you can't arrest me I'm the fresh prince"

I demand that you release me you incompetent fool
You can't arrest me I'm the prince you know the rules
You got five seconds 'fore I punch out your lights
But then the cop pulled out his gun I said, "Ha ha psyche"

I had a call so I called my boss
I figured I might as well what else could be lost
Boss I'm sorry that I couldn't make it today
He said, "What are you talkin' about you're off today is Saturday"

Stuck in a cell scared as hell
I'm a hungry kind of tired and I hate this awful smell
Maybe one day I'll get smart and change my ways
But for now it's just one of those days

It's just one of those days

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Someone Keeps Calling My Name - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: Someone Keeps Calling My Name
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
My name is Jenny and I am four fingers old
Mostly I just try to do the things that I am told
But when they say that I'm too young a girl to ride a bike
I may be just four fingers old but I know what I like

Someone keeps calling my name
Someone keeps calling my name
Or is it just the rustling of the wind
Or is it just that I need a friend
Someone keeps calling my name, my name

My name is Jason and I'm ten birthdays old
My parents had me years ago to have and to hold
But sometimes they don't talk too much or touch hardly at all
It's strange how two can share a life divided by a wall

Someone keeps calling my name
Someone keeps calling my name
Or is it just the rustling of the wind
Or is it just that I need a friend
Someone keeps calling my name, my name

My name is Jonathon, I'm fifty seasons old
I say it that way 'cause I love the changes each year holds
But as I look around I see some changes nature never planned
I guess it's time to change ourselves, at least while we still can

Someone keeps calling my name
Someone keeps calling my name
Or is it just the rustling of the wind
Or is it just that I need a friend
Someone keeps calling my name, my name

My name is Jaime, fifteen years I've been to young
Is it time to taste the truth and toss it off my tongue?
The world has come a-calling and it's bleeding at my door
Am I supposed to turn away, or is this what I'm here for?

Someone keeps calling my name
Someone keeps calling my name
Is it just the rustling of the wind
Or is it that I'm looking for a friend
Someone keeps calling my name, my name

Someone keeps calling my name
Someone keeps calling my name
Or is it just the rustling of the wind
Or is it just that I need a friend

Someone keeps calling my name
Someone keeps calling my name
Or is it just the rustling of the wind
Or is it just that I need a friend

Someone keeps calling my name
Well, someone keeps calling my name
Or is it just the rustling of the wind, you can tell me now
Or is it just that I need a friend

Someone keeps calling my name, I can hear loud
Someone keeps calling my name, oh baby
Or is it just the rustling of the wind
Or is it just that I need a friend

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Daddy - Lyrics - Dangerously In Love - Beyonce Knowles

Title: Daddy
Album: Dangerously In Love
Artist: Beyonce Knowles
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Beyonce Knowles

Lyric:
I remember, when you used to take me
On a bike ride every day, on the bayou
(Remember that? We were inseparable)
And I remember when you could do no wrong
You come home from work and I jump in your arms when I saw you
(I was so excited)
I was so happy to see you, ooh
(So happy to see you)

Because you loved me, I overcome, yeah
And I'm so proud of what you've become, yeah
You've given me such security
No matter what mistakes I make, you're there for me

You cure my disappointments
And you heal my pain
You understood my biz and you protected me
I treasure every year in place a comemory

And that's why, I want my unborn son
To be like, my daddy
I want my husband to be like, my daddy
There is no one else like, my daddy
And I thank you for lovin' me

Daddy daddy, daddy daddy
Daddy daddy, daddy daddy
Daddy daddy, daddy daddy
Daddy daddy, daddy daddy

I still remember the expression on your face
When you found out I'd been on a date and had a boyfriend
(My first boyfriend, you shoulda seen your face)
I still remember, I called you cryin'
'Cuz of my tattoo, coulda said, "Beyonce, I told ya so"
Instead you said you'd get one too
(You and my momma said ya'll get one just like mine)

Words can't express my boundless gratitude for you
I appreciate what you do, ohh
You've given me tight security
No matter what mistakes I know, you're there for me

You killed my disappointments and you heal my pain
You understood by biz and you protected me
I treasure every extraordinary memory, that's why

My unborn son to be like, my daddy
I want my husband to be like, my daddy
There is no one else like, my daddy
And I thank you for lovin' me

Even if my man broke my heart today
No matter how much pain I'm in, I will be okay
'Cause I got a man in my life that can't be replaced
For this love is unconditional, it won't go away

I know I'm lucky, know it ain't easy
For men who take care of their responsibilities
Love is overwhelming, Lord why did you pick me?
Can't stop my tears from falling, I love you so much daddy

([Inaudible] to be like my daddy)
(Thank you, you've done so much for me, I love you, daddy)
([Inaudible] to be like my daddy)
I get so emotional daddy, every time I think of you
(There is no one else like my daddy)
I get so emotional daddy, every time I think of you
(I thank you)
There is no one else like my daddy
(There is no one else like my daddy)
No one else replace my daddy

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Daddy(Hidden Track) - Lyrics - Beyonce Knowles

Title: Daddy(Hidden Track)
Artist: Beyonce Knowles
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Beyonce Knowles

Lyric:
I remember, when you used to take me
On a bike ride every day, on the bayou
(Remember that? We were inseparable)
And I remember when you could do no wrong
You come home from work and I jump in your arms when I saw you
(I was so excited)
I was so happy to see you, ooh
(So happy to see you)

Because you loved me, I overcome, yeah
And I'm so proud of what you've become, yeah
You've given me such security
No matter what mistakes I make, you're there for me

You cure my disappointments
And you heal my pain
You understood my biz and you protected me
I treasure every year in place a comemory

And that's why, I want my unborn son
To be like, my daddy
I want my husband to be like, my daddy
There is no one else like, my daddy
And I thank you for lovin' me

Daddy daddy, daddy daddy
Daddy daddy, daddy daddy
Daddy daddy, daddy daddy
Daddy daddy, daddy daddy

I still remember the expression on your face
When you found out I'd been on a date and had a boyfriend
(My first boyfriend, you shoulda seen your face)
I still remember, I called you cryin'
'Cuz of my tattoo, coulda said, "Beyonce, I told ya so"
Instead you said you'd get one too
(You and my momma said ya'll get one just like mine)

Words can't express my boundless gratitude for you
I appreciate what you do, ohh
You've given me tight security
No matter what mistakes I know, you're there for me

You killed my disappointments and you heal my pain
You understood by biz and you protected me
I treasure every extraordinary memory, that's why

My unborn son to be like, my daddy
I want my husband to be like, my daddy
There is no one else like, my daddy
And I thank you for lovin' me

Even if my man broke my heart today
No matter how much pain I'm in, I will be okay
'Cause I got a man in my life that can't be replaced
For this love is unconditional, it won't go away

I know I'm lucky, know it ain't easy
For men who take care of their responsibilities
Love is overwhelming, Lord why did you pick me?
Can't stop my tears from falling, I love you so much daddy

([Inaudible] to be like my daddy)
(Thank you, you've done so much for me, I love you, daddy)
([Inaudible] to be like my daddy)
I get so emotional daddy, every time I think of you
(There is no one else like my daddy)
I get so emotional daddy, every time I think of you
(I thank you)
There is no one else like my daddy
(There is no one else like my daddy)
No one else replace my daddy

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Brain Damage - Lyrics - Slim Shady LP - Eminem

Title: Brain Damage
Album: Slim Shady LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers, Jeff Bass

Lyric:
Scalpel
Here
Sponge
Here
Wait, he's convulsing, he's convulsing
We're gonna have to shock him
Oh my, oh my God
We're gonna have to shock him
Oh my God

These are the results of a thousand electric volts
A neck with bolts, "Nurse we're losin' him, check the pulse"
A kid who refused to respect adults
Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose
A corny lookin' white boy, scrawny and always ornery
'Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies pickin' on me
And I might snap, one day just like that
I decided to strike back and flatten every tire on the bike rack

My first day in junior high, this kid said
"It's you and I, three o'clock sharp' this afternoon you die"
I looked at my watch it was one twenty
"I already gave you my lunch money what more do you want from me?"
He said, "Don't try to run from me, you'll just make it worse"
My palms were sweaty and I started to shake at first
Something told me, "Try to fake a stomach ache it works"
I screamed, "My appendix feels like they could burst
Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse"

"What's the matter?"
"I don't know, my leg, it hurts"
"Leg? I thought you said it was your tummy?"
"Oh, I mean it is but I also got a bum knee"
"Mr. Mathers, the fun and games are over
And just for that stunt, you're gonna get some extra homework"
"But don't you wanna give me after school detention?"
"Nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and I'ma let him"

Brain damage, ever since the day I was born
Drugs is what they used to say I was on
They say I never knew which way I was goin'
But everywhere I go they keep playin' my song
Brain damage, ever since the day I was born
Drugs is what they used to say I was on
They say I never knew which way I was goin'
But everywhere I go they keep playin' my song
Brain damage

Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted obnoxious 'cause his father boxes
So everyday he'd shove me in the lockers
One day he came in the bathroom while I was pissin'
And had me in the position to beat me into submission
He banged my head against the urinal 'til he broke my nose
Soaked my clothes in blood, grabbed me and choked my throat
I tried to plead and tell him, "We shouldn't beat"
But he just wouldn't leave, he kept chokin' me and I couldn't breathe
He looked at me and said, "You gonna die honkey"
The principal walked in and started helpin' him stomp me

I made them think they beat me to death
Holdin' my breath for like five minutes before they finally left
Then I got up and ran to the janitor's storage booth
Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four inch screws
Grabbed some sharp objects, brooms and foreign tools
"This is for every time you took my orange juice
Or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk
Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilt
I'm gettin' you back bully, now once and for good"
I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard as I could
And beat him over the head with it 'til I broke the wood
Knocked him down, stood on his chest with one foot

Made it home, later that same day
Started reading a comic and suddenly everything became gray
I couldn't even see what I was tryin' to read
I went deaf and my left ear started to bleed
My mother started screamin', "What are you on, drugs?
Look at you, you're gettin' blood all over my rug!"
She beat me over the head with the remote control
Opened a hole, and my whole brain fell out of my skull
I picked it up and screamed, "Look bitch, what have you done?"
"Oh my God, I'm sorry son", "Shut up you cunt", I said, "Fuck it"
Took it and stuck it back up in my head
Then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck

Brain damage, ever since the day I was born
Drugs is what they used to say I was on
They say I never knew which way I was goin'
But everywhere I go they keep playin' my song
Brain damage, ever since the day I was born
Drugs is what they used to say I was on
They say I never knew which way I was goin'
But everywhere I go they keep playin' my song

Brain damage
It's brain damage
I got brain damage
It's brain damage
It's probably brain damage
It's brain damage
Brain damage
I got brain damage

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Cool Blue Stole My Heart - Lyrics - Joan Armatrading

Title: Cool Blue Stole My Heart
Artist: Joan Armatrading
Composer(s): Joan Armatrading

Lyric:
I swear you were not my ambition
A coolin' aid was on my mind
I walked up to the bar and I ordered
Then I took my ice outside
I sat down under the hot sun
I looked around at this new land
And then oh

Cool blue, long dark
You stole my heart
Stole my heart

I woke up first light next morning
And I took a tram to the Leidse Plein
I hired a bike and I drove around for hours
I was searching for those dark eyes
I made a stop at the blue note
I passed up a chance for some good fun
'Cause of you

Cool blue, long dark
You stole my heart
Stole my heart

Stole my heart
Stole my heart
Stole my heart

I made a stop at the blue note
I passed up a chance for some good fun
Lookin' for you

Cool blue, lookin' for you
Long dark
Cool blue, lookin' for you
Cool blue, lookin' for you

Cool blue
You stole my heart
Stole my heart

Stole my heart
Stole my heart
Stole my heart

I'm lookin' for you
You stole my heart
You stole, stole my heart

You stole my heart
Stole my heart
Stole my heart
Stole my heart

We sat down under the red hot sun
You stole my heart
I'm lookin' for you
Lookin' for you, lookin' for you
Lookin' for you

You stole, you stole my heart
I'm lookin' for you
Stole my heart

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Kickstart My Heart - Lyrics - Red, White, & Crue - Motley Crue

Title: Kickstart My Heart
Album: Red, White, & Crue
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): Nikki Sixx

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Lyric:
When I get high
I get high on speed
Top fuel funny car's
A drug for me

My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart

Always got the cops
Coming after me
Custom built bike
Doing 103

My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart

Ooh, are you ready girls?
Ooh, are you ready now?

Ooh, yeah
Kickstart my heart
Give it a start
Ooh, yeah, baby

Ooh, yeah
Kickstart my heart
Hope it never stops
Ooh, yeah, baby

Skydive naked
From an aeroplane
Or a lady with a
Body from outerspace

My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart

Say I got trouble
Trouble in my eyes
I'm just looking for
Another good time

My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart

Yeah, are you ready girls?
Yeah, are you ready now?

Ooh, yeah
Kickstart my heart
Give it a start
Ooh, yeah, baby

Ooh, yeah
Kickstart my heart
Hope it never stops
Ooh, yeah, baby

Kickstart my heart

When we started this band
All we needed, needed was a laugh
Years gone by
I'd say we've kicked some ass

When I'm enraged
Or hittin' the stage
Adrenaline rushing
Through my veins
And I'd say we're still kickin' ass

Ooo, ahh
Kickstart my heart
Hope it never stops
And to think, we did it all of this to rock

Ooh, yeah
Kickstart my heart
Give it a start
Ooh, yeah, baby

Ooh, yeah
Kickstart my heart
Hope it never stops
Ooh, yeah, baby

Ooh, yeah
Kickstart my heart
Hope it never stops
Ooh, yeah, baby

Ooh, yeah
Kickstart my heart
Give it a start
Ooh, yeah

I can't go with this [Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]

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Wasting My Time - Lyrics - Welcome Back - Mase

Title: Wasting My Time
Album: Welcome Back
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Samuel Gerongco, Mason Betha, Robert Gerongco

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Lyric:
Look at the time its on my life slowly ticking away
Dead to my mind
Try to ride the bike but I'll never learn
Should've known better
Shouldn't be so concerned

Sittin' alone in my room wasting my time
Just waiting for the news that could free me
Get me out of this mess I should I have never thought
I could be so blessed

Wasting my time watch my life
Slip away
Wasting my time watch my life
Slip away

Should've known the different between right and wrong
Shouldn't sit around throwing stones
Gotta find my stage and act so kind
I wonna lose myself on my piece of mind

Wasting my time watch my life
Slip away
Wasting my time watch my life
Slip away

I wish that you were here to teach me
I wish that you were here to speak to me

No more sittin' alone in my room wasting my time
Just waiting for the news that could free me
Get me out of this mess I should have never thought
Only think I am blessed

Wasting my time watch my life
Slip away
Wasting my time watch my life
Slip away

Wasting my time watch my life
Slip away
Wasting my time watch my life
Slip away

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Hang Out And Hustle - Lyrics - Poverty's Paradise - Naughty By Nature

Title: Hang Out And Hustle
Album: Poverty's Paradise
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): James Brown, Vincent Brown, Anthony Criss, Keir Lamont Gist, Kevin Harold Mckenzie, Shawn Mckenzie, Paul Mitchell, Charles Emanuel Sherrell

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Lyric:
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

The C R U D D Y, the C L I C K
It's texture, pure terror, a street professorv
Aggressor, scale and measure
Clever compressor stretching salary stacks
Be running blocks as a factory structure

Capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter
Nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter, capsule shatter
Scatter midnight disasters, clips I rather gather
Then flip for what I'm after

Now and forever, money makes things better
At a regular, gets me jewelry, bitches, bankcards, cars and competitors Proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled
See trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

Booda bop, boom, bam, bink, bick bow bookow
Ratatat, klack klick, klick kow, klick kow
Put brains with muscle, hear a crew of guys utilize they skills
Bang out, hang out, slang out, work and hustle

Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats
A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suite
I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like Chris Webber
A warrior from Golden State and I conjure up raps

I bet you don't know any they be hitting
Like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny
Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next client
As I arrive at L.A.X.
v

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

I'm up early, so I catch my phlegm, spit, step
Then stash the stem, ten clips in ten shit bottles
Are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked wit protection
See X again, tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans

But if shit is slow in comin' a fiend, that's one thing
That's when you see twenty niggas running to one fiend
Yo, black tops, I got that yellow high for hours
Buy from me now or next time I swear I'll sell you flour

I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy, living fatty
Plus, I got a little man calling me daddy
My lady and little man, they need me and I need 'em
I gotta see 'em and please 'em but first of all, clothe and feed 'em

So we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time
And life while I'm in this game, I'm making sure
That mine is right from the beginning to the end
It's dividend to the end so I like to hang out and hustle wit my friends

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

Well, it's Friday night and the weekend's here
All that partying shit must take a seat to the rear
Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks
I'd rather be movin' my clips with my homies on the bricks

My fingers stay hard, my hands stay full of ash
My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash.
Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least
But I'm out there flippin' clips, feedin' the belly of the beast

It's first of the month, money's comin' all day, all night
And too many goin' for theirs, I'm cuttin' sales off with my bike
Now with my niggaz in session, we freestyle rhyme
Reminiscin', movin' that shit 20's of clips at a time

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

What the fuck are you gonna do, except hustle?

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Hate It Or Love It (G Unit Remix) - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

Title: Hate It Or Love It (G Unit Remix)
Album: Massacre
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): C Jackson, M Valenzano, Harris A Lyon, J Taylor, Baker Felde

Lyric:
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh-huh

Comin' up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs, comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out 'My Melody'"

I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat
If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope

Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next mornin', niggaz had stolen my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

I told Dre from the gate "I'd carry the heat for ya"
First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya
Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers

At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold
I had the whole crowd yellin', "Free Yayo"
So niggaz better get up outta mine
For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine

And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C.
This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us 'cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend

And it seems your lil' rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly South
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West coast mouth-to-mouth?

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

From the beginnin' to the end, losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change it's stayin' the same

How many of them boys is witcha'?
When you had that little TV, you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walking with a snub, 'cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin'
In the club 'til they coughin' on the rug
Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud

My role model is gone snortin' up his drug
Bad enough they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat
Now it's an Auggie shirt and my coat

Now I'm speedin', reminiscin', holdin' my weed in
Never listen if I see him I'ma lift 'em
And maybe that'll even the score
But if not, it'll be me on the floor

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

I started out at 15, scared as hell
I took 30 off a pack and made them sales
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that lil' deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose

Sippin, 'Easy Jesus', rockin' a leases
My momma wit me when she found my pieces
I look back on life, thank God I'm blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest

You know I'm still nice with my cook game
Look man, it's a hood thang that's why I'm loved in Brooklyn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time homey, I'm still all good

Let me show you what a thug 'bout I'm born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 put 'em in my fo'-five
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

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Zoom - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: Zoom
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Jasiel Robinson, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Lil' Boosie, Bad A**
Yung Joc, we got a hit, let's go, baby

Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
They on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

I'm Boosie, Bad A** and I zoom right by ya
760, patna, Krispy Kreme on the tires
Smoke that fire, purple kush by the pound
Ask my dawg Webbie, this is how it goes down

From my hood to your hood, man, we makin' money
In the club, we poppin' bottles, the room, we hittin' models
Rollin' through the bottom, all the kids hollin' Boosie
This life, a *** livin' like I'm starrin' in a movie

Fresh out the jacuzzi, lil' powder on my chest
Got 30 on my neck, Turk and Mel, just cut the check
Naw, I'm zoomin' in my Charger on them 24's
Gotta think about Big Head and Pimp, so slow your roll

Ice cold from my neck to my wrist, we gettin' paid
On my feet, I got them J's, play wit me, I got them K's
Red Gucci shades, me and Joc gettin' paid
Now the whole United States takin' pictures all day

A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin'
Wit a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money
Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely
And I'm doin' my thing, my thing, my thing

Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We walk up in the club like

You see the way I hustle, they think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I *** 'em, tell them *** to get lost
A lot of *** mad, they all pissed off
If a *** think he bad, tell him 'Jump' like Kriss Kross

I'm poppin' prison tags 'cuz the wrist cost
You can see me splurge, yeah, how to break a soft
Just ask my *** Boosie, he tell you what it is
Face card good 'cuz the face card trill

And if you gotta problem, I suggest you head home
He in the red zone, *** leave your head gone
Don't hit me on my chirp, *** that's the Fed phone
Keep talkin' 'bout the work, *** now you dead wrong

Can't believe I keep them beans for them ***
Sell 'em dreams, ain't no *** on my team
Like my clothes crispy clean
I like my dough Krispy Kreme, 64' on lean
That's my *** Mouse and Turk who got the work for the fiends

A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin'
Wit a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money
Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely
And I'm doin' my thing, my thing, my thing

Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We walk up in the club like

Man, I been zoomin' in my drop top, mobbin' through the city
Fresh fad, fresh J's wit 2 bad ***
One name Sarah, one name Tina
Together they make weather like Katrina

They a fool, shawty red, she a Ruff Ryder
She get on back of that motorbike
And all you see is back on that motorbike
I drive fast cars, they call me NASCAR
You feel me but I'm in love wit the Hummy

Get retarded in Ferraris, I get loose in the Coupe
Paranoid like Pac, so I keep that glock
When I zoom, zoom
And after that, let's get a room, room

Yeah, I need a dime piece, a fine freak, get on back
You could ride on the bike or in the 'Lac, hah, bro?
Now we got everybody zoomin'
The lil' kids zoomin', look you got a hit, Boosie

A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin'
Wit a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money
Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely
And I'm doin' my thing, my thing, my thing

Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We walk up in the club like

We in here, get off the pedal like
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
And all my girls like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
And all my thugs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

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Peter Bazooka - Lyrics - Dead Milkmen

Title: Peter Bazooka
Artist: Dead Milkmen
Composer(s): Joesph Genaro, Dean Sabatino, Rodney Underman, David Schulthise

Lyric:
Tuesday, yes, it was Tuesday
When I saw my congressman coming out of the titty bar
He didn't look like my congressman but that's okay
Nobody really looks like themselves anymore

I think it's got something to do with that crap
They've been pouring into the water
I decided it might be wise to follow the congressman
Just to see what he was up to

After all, my tax dollars do pay his salary
The congressman got into a taxi, so I hailed a taxi
Despite the obvious dangers involved
And the colored voices in my head began to sing

All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can hear it all, yes, I can hear it all
All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can even hear the little insects crawl

The congressman was in taxi number 23
And I was in cab 17
But numbers are meaningless
In this kind of cat and squid game

My driver was an Aries
And he laughed when I said, "Follow that cab"
And he kept laughing
Until he saw the cold blue steel of Little Elvis

"Keep your god-damn hands off that radio", I warned him
"I work for the government"
This is actually a half truth
I'm really a bike courier

But I make a lot of deliveries
To government offices
That's where I heard about the cheese
And the colored voices in my head kept singing

All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can hear it all, yes, I can hear it all
All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can even hear the little insects crawl

There's this super secret government program called
"Operation the cheese stands alone"
It's the congressmen's pet project
They claim that they're giving surplus cheese to the needy

I, of course, have my suspicions
After 15 very quiet minutes
The congressman's cab pulled up outside a warehouse
I had the Aries circle around the building and drop me off

He seemed to be grasping the importance of my mission
Since he said I didn't have to pay him
As long as I promised to stay very far away from him and his taxi
I swear, some people just don't want to get involved

All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can hear it all, yes, I can hear it all
All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can even hear the little insects crawl

So I walked into that cold dark place
Little Elvis drawn and ready for action
I too was ready, ready for the moment
When I would be a real American

All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can have it all, yes, I can have it all
All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can even make the little insects crawl

All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can have it all, yes, I can have it all
All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can even make the little insects crawl

All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can have it all, yes, I can have it all
All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can even make the little insects crawl

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Hate It Or Love It (Remix) - Lyrics - Game

Title: Hate It Or Love It (Remix)
Artist: Game
Composer(s): C Jackson, M Valenzano, Harris A Lyon, J Taylor, Baker Felde

Lyric:
Ya, let's take em back, uh huh

Comin' up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, 'Check, Check Out My Melody'

I wanna live good so, shit, I sell dope
Fo' a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope

Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning, niggas had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides right above the gold wires
I'll fo-five 'em, kill a nigga on my song, and really do it
That's the true meanin' of a ghost rider

Ten G's will take ya daughter out of Air Forces
Believe you me, homie, I know all 'bout losses
I'm from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautious
One phone call'll have ya body dumped in marshes

I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin' since my lil' nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys
That's ten years I told Pooh in ninety-five
I'll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s

Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride
And if I gotta die, I'd rather a homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my Grandmomma died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob boy, see how time fly?

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

From the beginnin' to the end, losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game

Used to see five-oh throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fuckin' with five-oh, it's all startin' to make sense
My ma's happy, she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz

Waitin' on shop money to lamp, sittin' in the Range
Thinkin' how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starvin'
'Pac is gone and Brenda still throwin' babies in the garbage

I wanna know 'What's Goin' On' like I hear Marvin
No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Bank had got that abortion? I love you, ma

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me

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