Nothin' I Won'T Do - Lyrics - Foghat

Title: Nothin' I Won'T Do
Artist: Foghat
Composer(s): David Peverett, Roderick Price

Lyric:
I don't care what you need, girl
A lover or a real good friend
If you're lonely, you need somebody
I'll be with you 'til the end

Nothin' I won't do
Ain't nothin' I won't do
Ain't nothin' I won't do
I'll do it all for you

I know you ain't no angel
You're sure gonna do some harm
I love you, baby, you must be crazy
To stick a needle in your arm

Nothin' I won't do
Ain't nothin' I won't do
Ain't nothin' I won't do
I'll give it all to you, hey hey

Walkin' on a tight rope
One slip and you're bound to fall
Slow down, baby, watch your step
Don't run before you learn to crawl

Nothin' I won't do
Ain't nothin' I won't do
Ain't nothin' I won't do
I'll give it all to you

I saw you buy your ticket
And the fireman rang the bell
You feel so good, it's just like heaven
Sure gonna give you hell

Nothin' I won't do
Ain't nothin' I won't do
Ain't nothin' I won't do
I'll give it all to you

Yeah baby, nothin' I won't do
I'll give you my time and my money too
You want my love, I'll give it all to you
You know it's true, do what you want me too

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All The Things (Your Man Won'T Do) - Lyrics - All That I Am - Joe

Title: All The Things (Your Man Won'T Do)
Album: All That I Am
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): J Thompson, M Williams, J Thomas

Lyric:
Hey, love, you say you need someone
To be there for you, to love you all night long
It's kinda funny but I don't think you have to look no further
Because I'm right here, and I'm ready
To do all the things your man won't do

Tell me what kind of man would treat his woman so cold?
Treat you like you're nothin' when you're worth more than gold
Girl to me you're like a diamond, I love the way you shine
A hundred million dollar treasure, I'll give the world to make you mine

I'll put a string a pearls right in your hand
Make love on a beach of jet black sand
Outside in the rain we can do it all night
I'll touch the places he would not
And some you never knew would get you hot
Nothin' is forbidden when we touch

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do, every little thing
I'll do them for you

I'll take you out on a night cruise on a yacht, just can't lose
'Cause we got a lot to look forward to, 1, 2, what ya gonna do?
What good is a diamond? Nobody can see it
I hear he got you on lock down but I got the master key, yeah

I'll light a thousand candles all around
Show me to the subway, I'll go down
Nothin' can be sweeter than the sound of makin' love
Baby, when I start I just can't stop
I'll love you from the bottom to the top
Nothin' is forbidden when we touch

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won' do, every little
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

I'll light up all the candles all around
Show me to the subway, I'll go down
Nothin' can be sweeter than the sound of makin' love
Baby, when I start I just can't stop
I'll love you from the bottom to the top
Nothin' is forbidden when we touch

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

Ooh, I got a Jones in my bones for you
There ain't a damn thing that I won't do
I'll make your body cream with my sex machine
I won't stop until I hear your mother scream

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Sweet baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

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All The Things - Lyrics - Joe

Title: All The Things
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): J Thompson, M Williams, J Thomas

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Lyric:
Hey, love, you say you need someone
To be there for you, to love you all night long
It's kinda funny but I don't think you have to look no further
Because I'm right here, and I'm ready
To do all the things your man won't do

Tell me what kind of man would treat his woman so cold?
Treat you like you're nothin' when you're worth more than gold
Girl to me you're like a diamond, I love the way you shine
A hundred million dollar treasure, I'll give the world to make you mine

I'll put a string a pearls right in your hand
Make love on a beach of jet black sand
Outside in the rain we can do it all night
I'll touch the places he would not
And some you never knew would get you hot
Nothin' is forbidden when we touch

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do, every little thing
I'll do them for you

I'll take you out on a night cruise on a yacht, just can't lose
'Cause we got a lot to look forward to, 1, 2, what ya gonna do?
What good is a diamond? Nobody can see it
I hear he got you on lock down but I got the master key, yeah

I'll light a thousand candles all around
Show me to the subway, I'll go down
Nothin' can be sweeter than the sound of makin' love
Baby, when I start I just can't stop
I'll love you from the bottom to the top
Nothin' is forbidden when we touch

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won' do, every little
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

I'll light up all the candles all around
Show me to the subway, I'll go down
Nothin' can be sweeter than the sound of makin' love
Baby, when I start I just can't stop
I'll love you from the bottom to the top
Nothin' is forbidden when we touch

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

Ooh, I got a Jones in my bones for you
There ain't a damn thing that I won't do
I'll make your body cream with my sex machine
I won't stop until I hear your mother scream

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Sweet baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

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What You Won'T Do For Love - Lyrics - Throwback - Boyz Ii Men

Title: What You Won'T Do For Love
Album: Throwback
Artist: Boyz Ii Men
Composer(s): Bobby Caldwell, Alfons Kettner

Lyric:
Yeah, anything I would do
Yeah, I make steady for love, Venetic love
But if I'm not around, you won't think enough
I'm gonna make it real for you
Whenever I deal with you
I do, do, do, do anything

I guess you wonder where I've been
I searched to find the love within
So I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can't let go

My friends wonder what is wrong with me
Well, I'm in a daze from your love you see yeah
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can't let go

Some people go around the world for love
But they may never find what they dream of

What you won't do, do for love
You tried everything but you won't give up
In my world only you make me do for love
What I would not do

Do for love
You tried everything, won't give up

Yeah
My friends wonder what is wrong with me
'Cause I'm in a daze from your love you see
So I came back to let you know
Oh I got a thing for you and I can't let go

And though I only want the best it's true
I can't believe the things I do for you

What you won't do, do for love
You've tried everything but you don't give up
In my world only you, make me do for love
What I would not do

Yeah, come on now, listen
Do they get it when the project is a queen
I gotta get to you 'cause you do them things to me
My love shows nobody knows how my
Adrenaline flows into the heights it goes and then you'll see
'Cause when you're fillin' me up
You're enough when you're ready for that nut
Baby, I'll be that buttercup
And I catch every drop

You got a chick of love
For you go to the storm
And skip to the road block
We can rumble in cuss
We can fight, we can fuss
But no that I'm never giving up
It's nothin' I won't do
Nothin' I won't go through
You are of the joy and the pain
I will keep it true

What you won't do, do for love
You tried everything but you won't give up
In my world only you, make me do for love
What I would not do

Do for love,you tried everything
Won't give up
Do for love, you tried everything
Won't give up

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Won'T Change - Lyrics - What's A Man To Do - Frankie J

Title: Won'T Change
Album: What's A Man To Do
Artist: Frankie J
Composer(s): Francisco Bautista, Chris Dominguez

Lyric:
I was young, I was dumb
Didn't know wha I was thinkin'
Use to think that I could rule the world
That's the way, I be livin'
Fast cars always shoppin' at the malls
Never caring for your heart
Always with my friend, yeah

'Till you came along
And opened up my eyes
You asked me wha was goin' on
Seemed that I had changed inside, oh my

Said I was tripin'
And slowly slippin'
In another bad situation
And I said to myself
I don't wanna go that route

'Cuz I don't wanna loose you, babe
You know that I'm still down
I don't wanna loose you, babe
Just keep me on the ground

I don't wanna loose you, babe
You know that I won't change
'Cuz for you I'll do anythin' and everythin'
You know that I won't change a thing

You're my moon,you're my sun
You're my stars you are my everythin'
And I'm sorry if I haven't made
You feel that way, okay

I've been a fool I know its true
And I gotta make it, up to you, babe
I gotta show you that I still
Acknowledge you

'Cuz now you've come along
And opened up my eyes
You asked me wha was goin', on
Seemed that I had changed inside, oh my

Said I was tripin'
And slowly slippin'
In another bad situation
And I said to myself
I don't wanna go that route

'Cuz I don't wanna loose you, babe
You know that I'm still down
I don't wanna loose you, babe
Just keep me on the ground

I don't wanna loose you, babe
You know that I won't change
'Cuz for you I'll do anythin' and everythin'
You know that I won't change a thing

Ooh, I love you more than anythin'
Ooh, for you I wont change a thing
Ooh, girl you know I'm still the same
'Cuz I'll always be there for you
And you'll always be there for me
Yeah, oh yeah

'Cuz I don't wanna loose you, babe
You know that I'm still down
I don't wanna loose you, babe
Just keep me on the ground

I don't wanna loose you, babe
You know that I won't change
'Cuz for you I'll do anythin' and everythin'
You know that I won't change a thing

'Cuz I don't wanna loose you, babe
You know that I'm still down
I don't wanna loose you, babe
Just keep me on the ground

I don't wanna loose you, babe
You know that I won't change
'Cuz for you I'll do anythin' and everythin'
You know that I won't change a thing

You know that I won't
You know that I won't
You know that I won't
You know that I won't

Yeah, let's go, from the the start of it all
You were there for me
Before the Range and the Benz
Before everything, uh

Memba those nights
No lights no food on the stove
Just me just you
And a baby to hold, whoh

And now you sayin' me and you
That we strayed away
And that we haven't been the same
Since the money came

But the money means nothin'
If I don't have you, uh uh
To support and back me
In everythin' that I do

'Cuz if you ain't there
Then why am I here, tell her
Please understand
That I care, uh

'Cuz I don't wanna loose you, babe
You know that I'm still down
I don't wanna loose you, babe
Just keep me on the ground

I don't wanna loose you, babe
You know that I won't change
'Cuz for you I'll do anythin' and everythin'
You know that I won't change a thing

'Cuz I don't wanna loose you, babe
You know that I'm still down
I don't wanna loose you, babe
Just keep me on the ground

I don't wanna loose you, babe
You know that I won't change
'Cuz for you I'll do anythin' and everythin'
You know that I won't change a thing

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Dont Approach Me - Lyrics - Eminem

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I Do - Lyrics - Powerballin' - Chingy

Title: I Do
Album: Powerballin'
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Shamar D. Daugherty, Howard Earl Bailey, Alonzo E. Lee Jr.

Lyric:
Chingy, Track Stars dirty, well I got a Caprice on 24's
I got a Range Rover with spinners
I got an Imparler with beat let's go

I do ride Bentleys and coupes
But I don't give away all my loot
Trick four've us and a tramp I won't
Ride less then twenty inches I don't

But I do know this might be a single when I walk my chains on
So it my jingle if she give me brains on
The haters know were my crew so famous
That I cant go no wearin' that loot, you name it

The mall the gas station dem people be waiting to see me
Hop in somethin' hating all them duece duece skating
Runnin' it like Walter Payton until you fucked it
It's so blatent, fuck the paper I'm savin' my bank acount is amazin'

I'm ratin' myself a 20, I'm takin' myself a 20
I'm doin' this show for 20, then holla at me, this 20 about money
I gots ta make, stack up a couple hundred mill
Then take my ass a break

I do ride Bentleys and coupes
But I don't give away all my loot
Trick four've us and a tramp I won't
Ride less then twenty inches I don't

But I do ride Bentleys and coupes
But I don't give away all my loot
Trick four've us and a tramp I won't
Ride less then twenty inches I don't

I gotta 75 Caprice in my yard
A loui drop top graphics man it's hard
Custom made interior dirty it's the shit
Ratin' spins and spokes 24's on it

Yep gotta TV and steerin' wheels like Luda
And if you run up on me look dirty ill shoot ya
G I B 1 on my customized plates
Slide alot bottles don't never come fake

I'm about to hit Lillian, just past Clackston
Whippin' with a peice that's better than Tony Braxton's
Ain't no right no rythem in with my few team bumps
I got the 3 amps and the woofers in my trunk
Yeyah I know you money hungry hoes wanna roll with trick
You know I ride nothin' less than them dubs

I do ride Bentleys and coupes
But I don't give away all my loot
Trick four've us and a tramp I won't
Ride less then twenty inches I don't

But I do ride Bentleys and coupes
But I don't give away all my loot
Trick four've us and a tramp I won't
Ride less then twenty inches I don't

But I don't, but I don't
Trick four've us and a tramp I won't
Ride less then twenty inches I don't
But I don't

Pretty honey hit me lookin' good
Right sittin' on the banks lookin' good
Hundred thousand round my neck lookin' good
Cappers tryin' to run up I wish she would

I role wit nuttin' but ballas with 26's with them chrome rims
Rims on da truck make them heffers get hypnotized quick
Candy colored paintin' makin' new tricks fanu's this
Bars on my tucker time to step up into my wip

O G blue secrets money makin' you fools sick
Us like your there, my dirtys flipin' some hoe bricks
I don't give a damn, if you don't give a damn
I'm a stunt, I'm gunna go an' let us know who I am
Cars, clothes, money, ice, straps, clips, hoe's, dikes
Magnums, freaks house, price, 1 point 5 life

I do ride Bentleys and coupes
But I don't give away all my loot
Trick four've us and a tramp I won't
Ride less then twenty inches I don't

But I do ride Bentleys and coupes
But I don't give away all my loot
Trick four've us and a tramp I won't
Ride less then twenty inches I don't

But I do

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Hustler Musik - Lyrics - Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Lil' Wayne

Title: Hustler Musik
Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Tristan G. Jones, Dwayne Carter

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Lyric:
Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one
I'ma paint da city red wit dis one
I'm ahead wit dis one
See u fuckin' wit da boys
Who tote toys way before Christmas
No assistance just

That persistence with
That commitment if
I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight
I know my vibe is tight
And I deserve da throne
And if da kid ain't right
Den let me die in his songs

See I'll be ridin' just
Ridin alone'
Wit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'
How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king

Shant be, so I be who I be, that's me
Dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motherfuckin'
So I be who I be, that's me
Dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motherfuckin'

Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances

My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move

Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord

Money iz da motivation
Facin' da avenue
Back touchin' da wall
Got da weed, got da gun

Gotta run when I hear da bird call
Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off
Swerve off
U kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.

Anybody murderer
If Birdman sponsor it
Phantom of da Opera
All black, guap tent, locked in
I can let them shots out
U can't get no shots in

Bullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof
Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy
They call ?em Bullet Tooth
I'm like, what it do, what it do
There's a full court pressure
I'm just going for da 2

If I'm open for da 3
I'ma take it in a second
Even if there's one second
I'ma make it, it's nothin'

I don't take it for granted
I don't take it for nothin'
I take it for what it's worth
To da derf motherfucker
(Yea)

Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances

My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move

Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord

I ain't neva killed nobody I promise
And I promise if u try me
He gon' have to rewind dis track
And make me go back
Dat thing a go rrrat
Dat boy will lay flat, so flat

Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating
Black Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?
Bathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in

Got me feelin' like Scarface
Light da Cohiba, streets reply
I look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high
Get right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons
4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up

And look I got some
And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up
See it's a cold world so homie bundle up
We ain't on dis grind for nothin'
Now get ya hustle up

Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances

My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move

Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord

Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances

My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move

Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord

Man, man this be that Hustler Musik
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo
So ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo
I'm asking y'all please, please

Young Weezy got that Hustla Musik
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik
Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo
Vibe to it yo

It's trill shit man, it's real talk man
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
It's trill shit man, it's real talk boy
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it

I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go
I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is
Better guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body
We warned the place, we here
Fuck bitches, it's young money, nigga

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6 Minutes Of Pleasure - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: 6 Minutes Of Pleasure
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): J T Smith, M Williams

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Lyric:
I know why you're here
I ain't sayin' nothin'

Aiyyo baby I know why you're here
I know what you're doing, I can see it in your eyes
You're up to somethin', I know what it is
But we're still cool and we can socialize

I'm peepin' ya baby I'm holdin' back
I'm not lettin' go 'cause a fool doesn't
Have a shoulder to cry on, so, give me a kiss
And you service whether you like a mister or a miss

Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin'
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin'

Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin'
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin'

Baby you're my dear I know why you're here
I know why you came I know what you're thinkin'
I know what you need and that's what I've got
You think I'm goin' crazy no I'm not drinking

I know what you want, I made ya want it
Take my hand listen to the man
You have a plan don't even risk it
What do you want a biscuit?

Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin'
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin'

Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin'
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin'

Six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, six minutes

Honey, I know what you're up to I know how you're livin'
I know where you go when you leave my house
I know what your dreams are but I dream too
You're with a man you're not with a mouse

I see how you stare I see how you smile
I see right through now act like you knew
I know all about where you been runnin'
Wipe your feet before you come in

Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin'
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin'

Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin'
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin'

Yeah, that's smooth, let's just sit here and relax
While my man plays the piano for us
Sip somethin' mellow and it's us while you're here
But of course I ain't sayin' nothin'

Okay, now that you know I know you know
That I know you know and that's the move so sit right here
Whisper in my ear caress my chest
And say somethin' smooth but don't forget I'll know what you'll say

Just what I thought I know the routine
I know the routine just what I thought
I know you tell the truth I know you don't lie
Ssh, close your eyes

Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin'
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin'

Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin'
Aiyyo baby I know you don't love me
I know why you're here but I ain't sayin' nothin'

I won't tell if you won't tell
It's cool with me
I know why you're here
I ain't sayin' nothin'

I know why you're here
I know

I ain't sayin' nothin'

I know why you're here
And I'm going nowhere girl
I know why you're here
I ain't sayin' nothin'

I know why you're here
I ain't sayin' nothin'
I know you don't love me
I know why you're here
But I ain't sayin' nothin'

I know why you're here
I ain't sayin' nothin'
I know you don't love me
But I ain't sayin' nothin'
(I know why you're here)
I ain't sayin'

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Z - Jigga What / Faint - Lyrics - Collision Course - Jay

Title: Z - Jigga What / Faint
Album: Collision Course
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Chester Bennington, Robert G. Bourdon, Shawn C Carter, Dave Farrell, Jay Z Tim Mosley, Mike Shinoda, Chester C Bennington, Brad Delson, David Farrell, Joe Hahn, Robert G Bourdon, Shawn Carter, Joseph Hahn, Jonathan Burks

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Lyric:
Uh huh uh huh, jigga what?
Uh huh uh huh, jigga who?
Uh huh uh huh, jigga what?
Uh huh uh huh, jigga who?
Uh huh uh huh, jigga what?
You gon' need a vocalin right?
Yeah

Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit 'em up
Numerous shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke 'em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload

Fuck that, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin', glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit

One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit
Hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna 'Fuck for Free' like Akinyele

Take this ride, make you feel it inside your belly
If it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me

I am, a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact
That everybody can see these scars
I am, what I want you to want, what I want you to feel

But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you
To just believe this is real, so I, let go, watching you
Turn your back like you always do face away and pretend
That I'm not but I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got

Got a condo with nothin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin' on my last cassette?

Rapid-fire like I'm blastin' a Tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Niggaz hatin' the shit 'cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick

And now you're, actin' raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoes, wanna marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, 'causer your majesty
Just happened to be a pimp, what a tragedy

She wanted, us to end, 'cause I fucked with friends
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit
There's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in"

I am, a little bit insecure, a little unconfident
'Cuz you don't understand I do what I can
Sometimes I don't make sense
I am, what you never wanna say, but I've never had a doubt

It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you
For once just to hear me out, so I, let go, watching you
Turn your back like you always do, you face away and pretend
That I'm not, I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got

I can't feel, the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored
Time won't heal, this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored

Now, hear me out now
You're gonna listen to me like it or not
Right now, hear me out now
You're gonna listen to me like it or not
Right now

I can't feel, the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored

I can't feel, the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored
Time won't heal, this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored

I can't feel
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored
Time won't tell
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored

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I Don'T Know Officer - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: I Don'T Know Officer
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Williams, Jake Dutton, Christopher Lloyd, Albert Johnson, Mason Betha, Curtis James Jackson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

Lyric:
It's 50, it's the Unit
That means it's money, ha ha

Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

Nowadays niggaz snitchin' so much in the street
That you gotta talk to them like they the police
Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout poppin' the heat
I don't know nothin' 'bout sellin' no beef in the street
Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout baggin' the grams
I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand

Me, I don't know nothin' 'bout takin' the stand
I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can
Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout dro or hash
Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth
Nah, I'm just tryin' to rap to get me some cash
Keep the hip hop police off my ass

Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack of Bibles
I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible
All I know who spittin' all I know who givin'
Me all this cash, just to put down twelve fo' gettin' yo' ass
Listen, keep it far away from me
I ain't got time for sittin' in the penitentuary

All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work
When the album drop they go bezerk
Mad video play, crazy radio spins
Number one all the time, our reign never ends
Don't point the finger at us somebody's shit hangin'
They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nothin'

Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

I don't know nothin' 'bout jumpin' out splittin' homeboy head
But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead
I can't even think, who would want him dead
Have no idea what type of gun they done him with
You see I hear no evil and I see no evil
Ain't tryin' to talk to or hear from or see those people

And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal
I've been tryin' to do this music thang and just go legal
I don't know why my name in your female phone
But you really startin' to sound like a females homes
Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet tryin' to get our email on

Nah nigga, I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

Nah nigga, I don't know who sent them young boys through
To air the strip, shit just be happenin' out the blue
I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news
I don't know why that man clutchin' on that shit when you move
I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels
You know how easy it is to get shit confused

I wasn't even in New York, I was just on the cruise
Somewhere way out in the islands with your bitch in the cruise
Oops, my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze
Lose they hit from the Uz, ooze all over the street
I don't know why they said what's up I don't know who's in that jeep
He talk about me all day but I ain't losin' no sleep

Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm
And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm
You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel
There's one for every time I had to grind up in the ghetto
I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin' buicks
I don't know why niggaz rap for years and can't make hotter music

Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid
Body drop, shotty pop, and niggaz wanna tie me to it
I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy
Why these Harlem CB4 niggaz just keep comin' at me
Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church
Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know

Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

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Unit - Salute U - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Salute U
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): John P Eugenio, Christopher Lloyd, David D Brown

Lyric:
General, I salute you
I put a hole in any nigga tryin' to shoot you
It ain't nothin' 'cause loyalty's what I'm used to
And what I don't do I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga, we'll kill you

I'm ready for combat, a soldier on the front lines
Take it to the streets, nigga, mothafucker punch line
It only take one time for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass sinkin' like Keith Sweat
You ain't met me yet, I been camouflaged in the bushes
And I'm co-signin' fifty 'cause them niggas all pussy
Bustin' shots at ya convoy, you don't want war
No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam, boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover, we comin' pullin' pins out of grenades
You won't make it to the General without gettin' sprayed
Might as well say hello to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out to put holes in grown men
You can send your troops and get 'em all blown back
Walk up on 'em wit a deuce deuce, and nigga hold that

General, I salute you
I put a hole in any nigga tryin' to shoot you
It ain't nothin' 'cause loyalty's what I'm used to
And what I don't do I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga, we'll kill you

General, I salute you
I put a hole in any nigga tryin' to shoot you
It ain't nothin' 'cause loyalty's what I'm used to
And what I don't do I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga, we'll kill you

Look nigga, I suggest you go home
'Cause I won't hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
Nigga, I'm never scared like bone crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby momma stop comin' around here or I'm gon' fuck her
We'll try to take up for them lames around you
He'll get shots for free like I flagrant fouled you
I'm on the road blowin' grade A haze and brown
Got niggas runnin' like the KKK's around
My album's comin', a new year's approachin'
My buzz gettin' bigger, a few ears is open
Can your team play in the game, without you here to coach 'em?
There's a very fine line between a boo and a ocean
Sometimes I'm in Atlanta where the big head bounce
And you could come, but after you give Banks head bounce
These niggas really want war, 'cause if so put on your vest
'Cause all you gotta do is just say, "Yes"

General, I salute you
I put a hole in any nigga tryin' to shoot you
It ain't nothin' 'cause loyalty's what I'm used to
And what I don't do I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga, we'll kill you

General, I salute you
I put a hole in any nigga tryin' to shoot you
It ain't nothin' 'cause loyalty's what I'm used to
And what I don't do I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga, we'll kill you

G Unit's like the Firm
'Cause you can get in, you can't get out
This is G Unit life right here, know what I'm sayin'
We used to sell drugs, you know bust guns and all the other
Now we're laid back, now we doin' us, we live it up
Fifty got us right, got us kicked up right now

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Ambitionz Az A Ridah - Lyrics - Nu-Mixx Klazzics - 2pac

Title: Ambitionz Az A Ridah
Album: Nu-Mixx Klazzics
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): D Arnaud, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nuttin' to the G

So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
This life as a rap star is nothin' without a guard
Was born rough and rugged, addressin' the mass public
My attitude was, fuck it, 'cause motherfuckers love it

To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
Uhh, and my ambitionz az a ridah to catch her
While she hot, and horny, go up inside her

Then I spit some game in her ear, go to the tele hoe
You put what money in a Benz, 'cause bitch I'm barely broke
I'm smokin' bomb-ass weed feelin' crucial
From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual

From hustlin and prayers, to breakin' motherfuckers to pay-up
I got no time for these bitches, 'cause these hoes tried to play us
I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin'
Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin'

I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory
No guts, no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so
Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row

Now these money hungry bitches gettin' suspicious
Started plottin' and plannin' on schemes, to come and trick us
But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night

Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me
These niggaz is jealous 'cause deep in they heart they wanna be me
Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya
Hopin' you listen I catch you payin' attention to my amibitionz az a ridah

I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
My amibitionz az a ridah
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nuttin' to the G

It was my only wish to rise
Above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise
When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine
I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life

That's what they screamin' as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill
So open fire, I see you kill me witness my steel
Spittin' at adversaries envious and after me
I'd rather die before they catchin' me, watch me bleed

Mama come rescue me, I'm suicidal thinkin' thoughts
I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin' when I'm caught
Fuck doin' jail time, better day, sacrifice
Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson

Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it
Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it
When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave
Fuck peace and the police, my ambitionz az a ridah

I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
My amibitionz az a ridah
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nuttin' to the G

My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me
Pay off the block evade the cops 'cause I know they comin for me
I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears

Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds
Niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed
Blast me but they didn't finish, didn't diminish my powers
So now I'm back to be a motherfuckin' menace, they cowards

That's why they tried to set me up
Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up
But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated
At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it

Lace 'em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary
For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried
Gettin' much mail in jail, niggaz tellin' me to kill it
Knowin' when I get out, they gon' feel it

Witness the realest, a who ridah when I put the shit inside
The cry from all your people when they find her
Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it
Revenge on them niggaz that played me

And all the cowards that was down widdit
Now it's yo' nigga right beside ya
Hopin' you listenin', catch you payin' attention
To my ambitionz az a ridah

I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
My ambitionz az a ridah
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nuttin' to the G

I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nuttin' to the G

I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nuttin' to the G

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I Smoke, I Drank - Lyrics - Roy Jones Jr.

Title: I Smoke, I Drank
Artist: Roy Jones Jr.
Composer(s): Awood Magic Johnson

Lyric:
I smoke, I drink
B-Doctor, let's welcome 'em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga, do it big nigga
Do it big nigga, stupid ass nigga

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

So many ways to get paid better, keep, fake, ID
Sure y'all don't try me it's murder, I'm a server
Lyric life sentence relentless, a menace to society
Full of robberies so [unverified] it, I hop in the bubble
Wrap the Beretta wit a rag that glock in the Cutlass

Nigga I'm always hustlin' and yea, round the Cadillacs
The alibam's a must
(Uh-huh, yea yea)
Crimey and grimey weed smuckers
(Uh-huh, yea yea)
Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P

With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin' some bomb weed
(Uh-huh, yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol 'cause it stay by me
(Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers

We ain't nothin' to see
(Uh-huh)
Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete
Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key nigga, you know me man
It ain't no thang to [unverified] it back and make you shake thug bang
Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

I ain't got nuthin' but dick for you hoes
I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes
I ain't got nuthin' to give to no nigga
Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga
I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco

Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a
God damn fool, ignorant muthafucka bout to lose my cool
Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves
Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb
I'ma fool on them hoes nigga

That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served
Everybody know me probably saw me half [unverified]
Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot
Louisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked
(Bucked)
And if we ain't fighting, it's probably 'cause we too fucked up

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

I do it big
Lil Boosie do it big boy
Feel this here, check this out
Look

I smoke, I drank, I tote that iron
(That iron)
Eyes stay red, and my girl stay fine
I'ma problem child, I know you heard
I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile
(Crocodile)

And I'll serve ya, see Lil Boosie from that South Side
(That South Side)
In they mouth got bout five
Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel
(Cowel)

I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina
So I could hit her from the back, like I do my black Nina
I miss my nigga Soulja Slim, and that's for real
(Rest In Peace)
So in your memory I pop a pill, [unverified] the steel
If you don't like it you could take it to that level

That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil
Look, I'ma put two labels on my back and start walking
(Start walking)
And it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking
Look, and I thug, with my thugs
(I thug, my thugs)
We getting paid from the block to the club that's what's up nigga

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

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I Smoke, I Drank (Remix) - Lyrics - Roy Jones Jr.

Title: I Smoke, I Drank (Remix)
Artist: Roy Jones Jr.
Composer(s): Awood Magic Johnson

Lyric:
I smoke, I drink
B-Doctor, let's welcome 'em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga, do it big nigga
Do it big nigga, stupid ass nigga

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

So many ways to get paid better, keep, fake, ID
Sure y'all don't try me it's murder, I'm a server
Lyric life sentence relentless, a menace to society
Full of robberies so [unverified] it, I hop in the bubble
Wrap the Beretta wit a rag that glock in the Cutlass

Nigga I'm always hustlin' and yea, round the Cadillacs
The alibam's a must
(Uh-huh, yea yea)
Crimey and grimey weed smuckers
(Uh-huh, yea yea)
Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P

With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin' some bomb weed
(Uh-huh, yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol 'cause it stay by me
(Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers

We ain't nothin' to see
(Uh-huh)
Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete
Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key nigga, you know me man
It ain't no thang to [unverified] it back and make you shake thug bang
Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

I ain't got nuthin' but dick for you hoes
I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes
I ain't got nuthin' to give to no nigga
Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga
I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco

Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a
God damn fool, ignorant muthafucka bout to lose my cool
Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves
Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb
I'ma fool on them hoes nigga

That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served
Everybody know me probably saw me half [unverified]
Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot
Louisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked
(Bucked)
And if we ain't fighting, it's probably 'cause we too fucked up

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

I do it big
Lil Boosie do it big boy
Feel this here, check this out
Look

I smoke, I drank, I tote that iron
(That iron)
Eyes stay red, and my girl stay fine
I'ma problem child, I know you heard
I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile
(Crocodile)

And I'll serve ya, see Lil Boosie from that South Side
(That South Side)
In they mouth got bout five
Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel
(Cowel)

I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina
So I could hit her from the back, like I do my black Nina
I miss my nigga Soulja Slim, and that's for real
(Rest In Peace)
So in your memory I pop a pill, [unverified] the steel
If you don't like it you could take it to that level

That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil
Look, I'ma put two labels on my back and start walking
(Start walking)
And it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking
Look, and I thug, with my thugs
(I thug, my thugs)
We getting paid from the block to the club that's what's up nigga

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

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Girls - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Girls
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
Hey, yo dawg, I got some shit on my motherfuckin' chest
That I need to get off 'cause if I don't, I'ma fuckin' explode or somethin'
Now look, this is a story about, some little fuckin' girls that I know
It goes like this

It's so easy for me to make enemies any more it's sickening
People are lookin' for an excuse to jump on my shitlist
Stickin' their noses in shit that isn't none of their business
I never asked, cared, gave a fuck or wanted opinions

Now I'm in the position that I don't wanna be in shit
I never had no beef with your corny son of a bitches
But now the shit is broke and you can't do nothin' to fix it
So I'm tellin' you right now motherfuck a Limp Bizkit

Now I'ma be real, B-Real was real
He ain't say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin', see he chill
He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral
I'd have never involved my crew if it wasn't for Pupils

Peoples, whatever your backpackin' cypherin name is
Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you sayin'
And I'da never involved you but you had to add your two pennies
Now I gotta go grab my shitlist and add some new enemies

Hit the studio and I'll admit, I had a few in me
Fuck it, I roasted you, I ain't mad at you any
But let it be known that song was never released, it leaked
I'da never gave you that much attention intentionally

Then I look on the TV, now look who's mentionin' me
That little fuckin' weasel, DJ Lethal, on MTV
After I gave you props in that song, you on national TV
Talkin' 'bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me?

Come on dawg, you was supposed to be on that song
Talkin' 'bout how bad you hate him, now you all on his thong?
What's wrong? You scared and Fred, you said you was dissin' him too
I shoulda knew better than to listen to you

You fuckin' sissy, up on stage
Screamin' how people hate you, they don't hate you
They just think you're corny since Christina played you
And how dare you motherfuckers that try to diss me back
That's a sissy act and don't call me kissin' my ass

'Cause I swear to God this ain't just a song I'm tryin' to pre-warn you
Lethal when I fuckin' see you dawg, I'm swingin' on you
Motherfuckers must think 'cause I'm in trouble with the law
That I won't jaw 'em up my sentence and double it tomorrow

Y'all some girls, y'all are some goddamn girls
Why do you act this way? Why do you act this way, huh?
Why do y'all act like fuckin' sissies you pussies
Keep talkin' shit behind my back, you just some bitches for that

And we all know, we all know, hah
How fuckin' cowards roll, keep rollin', rollin', rollin'
In-fuckin'-dent me's and pretend to be down
But as soon as someone calls you out
You put your tail between your legs and bow down

Now I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs
To be involved in my beefs
I'm a man, I can stand on my feet
So if you don't wanna be in 'em all I ask
Is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion
And I won't put you in 'em

'Cuz I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs
To be involved in my beefs
I'm a man, I can stand on my feet
So if you don't wanna be in 'em all I ask
Is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion
And I won't put you in 'em

Now see if you diss me and I respond, the beef is on
But if I help you sell one record
And I see you at a show, I'll strip you naked
See I was smart, I came back and scooped up my friends

Now I got five dawgs that'll die for me like I'll die for them
I'll fight for them, swing or shoot like I fight for Kim
All of 'em been with me through this fucked up life that I'm in

That goes for all of my dogs, from Royce to Dre
From Xzibit to Mel-Man, 'til I'm hoist away
In my coffin, I'll never soften no matter how often I'm tested
I'll never give a fuck, I won't never be interested

Love me or hate me as much as Fred wants to be hated
I will solemnly stand by every statement I stated
This shit that I been through my pencil never could pencil
But I will never be this gullible ever again no
(Nope)

Next time I'll know when someone's copyin' off me
I'm not bein' cocky, I just know when somebody's mockin' me
I stick up my middle finger, he sticks up his finger
(Hey)

I say, "Fuck Christina", he says, "Fuck Christina" but meaner
So from doin' a song with Method to beggin' to get accepted
I'm peggin' Fred with the bottle of dye that he bleached his head with

And as for Lethal, don't forget what I said
I'm fuckin' you up punk, you're dead, don't think that I'm playin'
And fuck Bizkit 'cause I know you're sayin' fuck D-12
Only not to our face, under your breath to yourselves

You little girls, motherfuckin' females
Why do you act this way? Why do y'all act this way huh?
Why do y'all act like fuckin' sissies you pussies
Keep talkin' shit behind my back, you just some bitches for that

And we all know, now we all know the truth
How fuckin' cowards roll "keep rollin', rollin', rollin"
In-fuckin-dent me's and pretend to be down
But as soon as someone calls you out
You put your tail between your legs and bow down

Now I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs
To be involved in my beefs
I'm a man, I can stand on my feet
So if you don't wanna be in 'em all I ask
Is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion
And I won't put you in 'em

'Cuz I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs
To be involved in my beefs
I'm a man, I can stand on my feet
So if you don't wanna be in 'em all I ask
Is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion
And I won't put you in it

And that's it, that's all there is to it dawg
If you didn't wanna do the fuckin' song
Don't say you're down with doin' the fuckin' song
And then back out at the last minute
And then go on motherfuckin' MTV talkin' about

Everlast can whip my motherfuckin' ass
If you're scared of Whitey Ford dog
Just say you're scared of Whitey Ford, that's it
That's all you had to fuckin' say, I wouldn'ta said shit

I woulda backed off, did the motherfuckin' song myself
And not put you motherfuckers in it, that's all
Now I ain't even on, no rap shit no more
I'm on some fuckin', you-up shit when I see you

And I will see you too, oh, and by the way Fred
That wasn't an accident
I didn't mean to give you a play at the Music Awards, haha

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