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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug line

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug line

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

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

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

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

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Real Nigga Quotes - Lyrics - One Day It'll All Make Sense - Common

Title: Real Nigga Quotes
Album: One Day It'll All Make Sense
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Douglas Mc Kinley Thomas, Lonnie Rashid Lynn

Lyric:
One two, one two, one two
Yo, I be the Big Illinois, here to build and destroy
I come on your deck, on your set
On your strip, through your borough
Rippin' any muthafucka that steps towards me
Yeah, I got power like floors be, yo, check it out y'all

Real nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free
But this some shit that I wrote, legendary like The Goat
Who got game? Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes
My album, niggaz was expectin', now my water broke
Before it, I was sorta broke
Get the paper for the funnies, sports and the horoscope

On a curry goat, like flu stokes order coke
You sharp with your rings and chain but you short a rope
At the end of the road trip still, I'ma hold shit down like syndrome
Rappers are like Fox Brown tryin' to get home
Rarely get your touchdown, I'm in the end zone
You can't honor what I'm on, then bitch nigga, get gone

From the wind storm, I've been told the street folklore
Body language spoke raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for
That provokes war, stand out like cold sores
You claim that you hard but you whole core
George Bush and CIA, you movin' old or
I Wright like Richard for publishing while you sold yours

Com got rhymes, Dug make beats
Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(On the real)

You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
(Down on the real to real)

Chicka-chicka-M-chicka-C-chicka-M and my
People call me Com and collective with prospective
I draw crowds, go off like car alarm sounds
Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm down
Unless you want to get me skull, askin' me to take my hat off
On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad cough

This Craig nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off
Playin' yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off
More heart than an artery, jones in my bones
To see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be some drama
If you try to sit Com down, this ain't comedy
Shit is real like a station property, crew is formin' colonies
Commonly, I hear these rats thinkin' they mahogany

On every rap hook, soundin' like a dog to me
In a reservoir, I flow and go
On and on like Erykah or etcetera
Designated not to make hits but hit home
Out of proportion, hit makers get blown
(On the real)

Com got rhymes, Dug make beats
Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(On the real)

You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
(Down on the real to real)

R and B studs kill me with they hardcore ballads
Love songs is violent, them niggaz whole style is silent
I hate to Staple the singers together, but in my head
It's been ringin' forever and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye

Where all you singers booty this and freak me, baby, it gets me
MC's be insecure, like them little hoe niggaz Immature
Wearin' bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm there with mob
Bukein niggaz and pullin' broads is the apparent job
(On the real)

Com got rhymes, Dug make beats
Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(On the real)

You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
(Down on the real to real)

Com got rhymes, Dug make beats
Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(On the real)

You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
(Down on the real to real)

Don't front

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Hungry - Lyrics - One Day It'll All Make Sense - Common

Title: Hungry
Album: One Day It'll All Make Sense
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Dion Wilson

Lyric:
Yo, niggaz don't want none of this
Niggaz know they can't fuck with this
Turn this shit up just a little more

I walk the night in rhymin' armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat
Have him on Death Row searchin' for an Inter scope
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara symbolize dope, like sirens do terror
Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated

Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it
Players is gettin' traded, I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded
My juice is grated shit is so bangin' niggaz say it's gang related
On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision

Crews is gettin' split like decisions com will let it ride in collision
Vision like Coleco or tel, I battle stars in stellar
Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring
Now, it's teethin'

My reason of rhyme applies to season and time
Season of mind, body and regions divine
In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin' the swine
Verbal vegetarian, squashed beef with Ice Cube

Came in this rap life nude now I'm fully clothed with flows
You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes
Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos
With classic material, imperial and rugged like

Got mag but my slugs a mic
You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight
Skip ladies, this is rip a muthafucka night
Oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover right

Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style
Hold a Stone Isle profile
Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild

Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin'
Hummin' comin' towards you with power like forwards do
Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm explorin' you
So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial

Flowin' room temperature, cats is presumed miniature
Like golf soft like Tiger Woods
And real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric
Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to set it

I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist
Rhyme wise, you a rest haven
You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven
You need to do more deletin' and less savin'

A praise in hell, raisin heaven
Like the bill on my pager leavens
What you should have known from day one
You will on day seven

Hungry hip hop junkie in the city
Hungry hip hop junkie in the city
Hungry hip hop junkie in the city

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Invocation - Lyrics - One Day It'll All Make Sense - Common

Title: Invocation
Album: One Day It'll All Make Sense
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Dion Wilson

Lyric:
Envisioning the hereafter, listenin' to Steve Wonder
On a Quest for Love like the proceed drummer
I strike like lightning and don't need thunder
Inhale imagination and breathe wonder

That's your lady, I used to run up in her and G weed from her
It's a cold world and niggaz need summer
At times my going forward seems like retreat
As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats

Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets
There's a thin line between war and peace, whores and jeeps
Ignore MCs like beeps, scribblin' freedom on pages
My third eye is like pink eye, seemin' contagious

Redeemin' the ancients with ageless rhyme jargon
I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden
Don't give a fuck where you chartin', certain shit I can't honor
It ain't that you sellin', it's your karma

Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large and haven't grown
Poetically perform fly-bys, another rapper gone
The stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy
Not for the money, I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago

My mind of flow is like motor key 20
Youngblood said he had dimes, I prayed that he see twenty
Hollerin' at the brothers, either you gon be a thug or a man
Flip drugs and get land, I can see my man Rashad

As he described how the bucks hit him
And said slugs was still stuck in him, when it rained, it fucked wit him
This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked when my album was comin'
I said it's here

It's here
It's here
It's here
...

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Set It Off - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: Set It Off
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, M Roach, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Yeah, we finna set it off in this muthaf***, you heard me?
I'm finna put you *** ass *** in the trash can
What you talkin' 'bout, ***?
I'm tired of all y'all ***
Y'all annoyin' me now for real, ***

You wanna talk s***? You wanna run your mouth?
You want some gangstas front your muthaf*** house?
We'll set this *** off, yeah, set this *** off
We'll set this *** off, set this *** off

They call me Bad A** and I'll punish you
You ain't my equal, we ain't people and I ain't one of you
Since '98, I grabbed my plate up off the lunch table
I told Mama I'm thuggin' outside, we don't need cable

Now I'm the nipples on the ***, I'm the motor called a Hummy
I'm the V-12 in that 760, you ***
We real *** with G-codes, love to go in 'Beast' mode
We thuggin', we all got bread

So if we fall, we the crutches, we the dodo in the dutches
I'm the photo in the camera, I'm the *** when it snap ya
I got the sickest Beamer, I got the sickest Magnum
I got the sickest charger, y'all's 30, mine's 40

I told you ***, Webbie and me, 'fore you get stretched in the street
This the day that you gon' be deceased for playin' with a beast
I told Turk take off my collar, I'm finna take it there
You *** ain't playin' my projects, y'all played at the fair

Trill Entertainment, that's my thugs there, it's love there
D.A., don't search my house 'cuz there ain't no muthaf*** drugs there
We smart with this s***, we got retarded with this s***
Duce-Duce up in my shoe, I set if off up in this ***

Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off
Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off

Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
You jumpin' like a frog, we'll put you on that wall
Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off

Man, I be thuggin', I be fresh, I be super clean
With Gucci shades, wit some J's you ain't never seen
The race car jacket with 'bout 80 *** patches
With the car to match it, Tony Stewart, it's a classic

Y'all penny pinchin', *** we spendin' on y'all ***
Call Savage from the back
Come pour some Henny on these *** man
You don't wanna *** wit me, I learned from the streets
I roll wit my heat, never turn on my peeps

'Cuz I'm gutta, came out my mama a hustla
Been through the rain and the pain, now I'm a dirty muthaf***
I'll hurt a muthaf***, set it off in this ***
Y'all *** coughin' in this ***, we flossin' in this ***

And I walk real well, *** goin' to jail
Come home and set it off and get ya mail
I got a mind full of evil thoughts
So don't get ya people caught 'round my people house
'Cuz believe me, I'ma set it off

Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off
Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off

Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
You jumpin' like a frog, we'll put you on that wall
Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off

Oh, you bucked up and f*** up and you ain't got no mind
Don't even respect your elders, no, you ain't respectin' mine
But I'm gon' hit you wit that n***, put some sense in you
Shoulda put somethin' on your *** when you was a lil' ***

But you won't play wit the real ***, well set it off
You scared to let it off, plus your daddy was no dog
Your mama had more heart than your daddy, ***
He ain't gon' set nothin' off, that's who made you soft

***, you wan' come in the south, where it get dumb in that drought
Where *** whyle out like O dog and run in your house
And run in your mouth, it's crucial, watch what you say 'bout Boosie
'Cuz 'Boosie to U***, that is hip main foolish

I ain't never had s*** but I can f*** a bad ***
Quicker that you can count to 6, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, she hit
I don't play, I lay laws, you my size, I break jaws
Get disrespected at all, I set it off

I set it off in this muthaf***
Don't make me let it off in this muthaf***
And you gon' respect a dog up in this muthaf***
'Cuz I'll set it off

I set it off in this muthaf***
Don't make me let it off in this muthaf***
And you gon' respect a dog up in this muthaf***
'Cuz I'll set it off, set if off

I'll set it off, yeah, this Boosie, Bad A**
And it ain't no game wit me, you heard me?
Ain't *** ain't nobody *** wit me
Out there right now, you heard me?

I'm comin' sick, straight from the heart of Baton
You know what I'm sayin'?
I hear these streets, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'd took you from anywhere

You can put this *** in the White House
Their song, it ain't no game with me, n***
And if you don't like me, you're lame
Well, go and set it off, yeah

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Sitting Down Here - Lyrics - Playing My Game - Lene Marlin

Title: Sitting Down Here
Album: Playing My Game
Artist: Lene Marlin
Composer(s): Lene Marlin Pedersen

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Lyric:
I'm sitting down here but hey you can't see me

Your words cut deeply, they're just some other lies
I'm hiding from a distance, I've got to pay the price
Defending all against it, I really don't know why
You're obsessed with all my secrets, you always make me cry

You seem to wanna hurt me, no matter what I do
I'm telling just a couple but somehow it gets to you
But I've learned to get revenge
And I swear you'll experience that some day

I'm sitting down here but hey you can't see me
Kinda invisible, you don't sense my stay
Not truly hiding, not like a shadow
Just thought I would join you for one day
I'm sitting down here but hey you can't see me

I'm not trying to avoid you, just don't wanna hear your voice
When you call me up so often, I don't really have a choice
You're talking like you know me and wanna be my friend
But that's really too late now, I won't try it once again

You may think that I'm loser but I don't really care
You may think that it's forgotten but you should be aware
'Cause, I've learned to get revenge
And I swear you'll experience that some day

I'm sitting down here but hey you can't see me
Kinda invisible, you don't sense my stay
Not truly hiding, not like a shadow
Just thought I would join you for one day

I'm sitting down here but hey you can't see me
Kinda invisible, you don't sense my stay
Not truly hiding, not like a shadow
But sure I wanna join you for one day

You seem to wanna hurt me, no matter what I do
I'm telling just a couple but somehow it gets to you
But I've learned how to get revenge
And I swear you'll experience that some day

I'm sitting down here but hey you can't see me
Kinda invisible, you don't sense my stay
Not truly hiding, not like a shadow
Just thought I would join you for one day

I'm sitting down here but hey you can't see me
Kinda invisible, you don't sense my stay
Not truly hiding, not like a shadow
Just thought I would join you for one day

I'm sitting down here but hey you can't see me
Kinda invisible, you don't sense my stay
Not truly hiding, not like a shadow
Just thought I would join you for one day

I'm sitting down here but hey you can't see me
Kinda invisible, you don't sense my stay
Not truly hiding, not like a shadow
Just thought I would join you for one day

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Caribou Lou - Lyrics - Everready: The Religion - Tech N9ne

Title: Caribou Lou
Album: Everready: The Religion
Artist: Tech N9ne
Composer(s): Troels Nielsen, Rune Rask, Samuel Watson, Aaron Yates

Lyric:
Yeah, it's like the ultimate party favor baby you know
Two cups will get her hot and out of her clothes you know
Caribou Lou

It's like 151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou, get them all numb, make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop 'til the cops come

Half a bottle of 151, off in a jug one cup of Malibu rum
Baby, that's whassup? Then you fill the rest of the jug
With pineapple juice and its cracking

The only defect is waking up like, "What happened?"
I like red light parties and fed right bodies
Who like, red like Dolly and head right totties at night
Aribou kay, ou-la, terrible day

You paid the liquor store teller with no hair-a to braid
Touch, get the party jumping, keep the hotties humping
I like them thick and juicy, so don't Pilate nothing
Drinking to much Lou, you, you might be karate punching

Or at the back of the club, attending the naughty luncheon
Satin, Kool-Aid gives you hella 151, November dog
So run kitty run, we gon' drink it until we done
Diddy, dum, bum biddy bum
Here Kansas City, come so give me some

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

I see double, I see triple, might be trouble, might see pistols
We ain't trying to hear you hata's sucking on sickles
We living it up in two double oh sizzle
One to your maybro, unto your day go

Why I'm the one to drink you under the table?
And all the ladies that were doing time
Want you to become a member of my drinking club
You will find
(Tech N9ne)

Trying to tell her truly get nudie, yes, I even do L words
In the fruity bazoodi, like to drink it and yell slurs at the movie
If I'm heated, I'm off to get a Caribou Lou to cool me
(Created)
By Tech nizzle and T-wizzle

One high day we mixed it up
And then I say we drink Caribou-bizzle like I ladie
Originated in Kansas City, Missouri since 1995 baby

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

Tar bender, I need a drother nink
Release Caribou Lou and the party is utter kink
Insane mainy, keep 'em coming then I'll remain zany
'Cause I'da say baby, I'm trying to make you my main damey

For the rest of the night, girl, you sexy and tight
Come to me Casa and see these shock reflects and your right
Groupies at 12 o' clock, man, I'm prawl I'll go
(Ya, I'll recruit 'em)
But ain't betten on crap and that's all I know

Yeap, in my white tee and Nikes
You might sight me slightly heifing
Might see dry heave, die we shall not need IV's
Beside me Siamese
(Tech, huh, you not making any sense)

I might make her wanna swawing a prada
But once I get up on 'em I can do my thing I gotta
(Tech)
Hey, batta, batta, batta, batta, swaing a batta
He can hit, he can hit, he can hit swawing a batta

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops come

It goes 151, Malibu rum, pineapple juice
Baby, we having some fun, yeah
I'd like to give a big shout out to Caribou Lou
'Cause I'm drinking it and they ain't paying me for it
(Not yet, hah)

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Encore/Curtains Down - Lyrics - Encore - Eminem

Title: Encore/Curtains Down
Album: Encore
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Andre Romell Young, Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo, Marshall B Iii Mathers, Che Pope

Lyric:
Sh-sh-sh-Shady
Aftermath
G-G-G-Unit

'Cuz we came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce tonight
And if they don't let us in through the front
We'll come through the side

'Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game without
At least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Swing one last time

Get your ass up for the Doctor
One more time, get your ass up for the Doctor
Come on now, here we go, cliff hanger, it's another club banger
Got you hangin' on the edge of your seat, get on down

Times up, games over, you lose, I win
'Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here
Ooh, yeah, new year, next phase, begin
Look who's got you goin' crazy again

I'm a trend, I set one every time I'm in
I go out and just come back full circle again
You a fad, that means you're something that we already had
But once you're gone, you don't come back

Too bad, you're off the map now, radar can't even find you
We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you
You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you
We walk around just playin' the violin behind you

Enough with all the pissin' and moanin', whinin' and bitchin'
Sit and observe, listen, you'll learn if you pay attention
Why ten multi-platinum albums later, three diamond
World-wide, we're on the charts with a bullet and still climbin'

'Cuz we came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce tonight
And if they don't let us in through the front
We'll come through the side

'Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game without
At least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Swing one last time

When Dr. Dre say crunk, you will get it crunk, get it crunk
Crunk, crunk, crunk
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump

The buzz is tremendous, we drop you all to sense it
I don't gotta promote it for you to know that Doc is off the benches
We keep the party rockin' off the hinges
We ain't showin' off, we just goin' off popular consensus

But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk
Doc is all washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is Doc impressin'?
Doc is this, Doc is that, you got the wrong impression
You must be on the cock of Doc, 'cuz Doc left you all guessin'

So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record, what
We gon' have this mutherfucker hoppin' in a second, bump bump
That's why we always save the best cut last
To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass

'Cuz we done swam with the sharks, wrestle with alligators
Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers
Whom if it wasn't for rap to bridge the gap, maybe raised to be racist
Who may have never got to see our faces

Grace the cover of Rolling Stone pages
Broke down barriers of language and races
Just call on the cape crusaders and leave it to me and Dre
To pass the mic and we can play the back and forth all day
Like the hot potato game, that's why we came to

'Cuz we came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce tonight
And if they don't let us in through the front
We'll come through the side

'Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game without
At least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Swing one last time

50 Cent, come on, bounce now, hands up, you know how we do it
We make the club jump everywhere we go
It's no secret, everybody know
When Dre's involved, there's plenty money involved

And plenty honey's involved, the sunny Sunday's and palm trees
Cali, everyday it's just another party from the valley's
All the way to them 8 Mile alleys, let's rally
Hands up for the grand finale

Now raise up out your seat, Dre is about to speak
Six days up out the week
You could catch me in the studio bangin' out the beats to
Provide you with the heat that keep blazin' out your speaker

So never say never 'cuz Shady Aftermath together
Along with G-Unit Records presents the return of the-the Doc
And Shady, no one could do it better
We tear the club up and leave without a strand of evidence and uh

'Cuz we came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce tonight
And if they don't let us in through the front
We'll come through the side

'Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game without
At least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Swing one last time

Yeah, still Aftermath, 2006
And don't worry about that Detox album, it's comin'
We gon' make Dre do it, 50 Cent, G-Unit
Obie Trice, D-twizzy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre, we ain't leavin', let's go
Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all for comin' out, peace

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Encore - Lyrics - Encore - Eminem

Title: Encore
Album: Encore
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Curtis Jackson, Marshall Mathers, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young, Che Pope

Lyric:
Sh-sh-sh-shady
Aftermath, haha
G-G-G Unit, haha

'Cause we came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce tonight
And if they don't let us in through the front
We'll come through the side

'Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game without
At least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Swing one last time

Get your ass up for the doctor
One more time, get your ass up for the doctor
Come on now, here we go
Cliff hanger, it's another club banger
Got you hangin' on the edge of your seat
Get on down

Times up, games over, you lose, I win
'Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here
Ooh yeah, new year, next phase, begin
Look who's got you goin' crazy again

I'm a trend, I set one every time I'm in
I go out and just come back full circle again
You a fad, that means you're something that we already had
But once you're gone, you don't come back, too bad

You're off the map now, radar can't even find you
We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you
You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you
We walk around just playin' the violin behind you

Enough with all the pissin' and moanin', whinin' and bitchin'
Sit and observe, listen, you'll learn if you pay attention
Why ten multi-platinum albums later, three diamond
World-wide, we're on the charts with a bullet and still climbin'

'Cause we came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce tonight
And if they don't let us in through the front
We'll come through the side

'Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game without
At least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Swing one last time

When Dr. Dre say crunk, you will get it crunk, get it crunk
Crunk, crunk, crunk
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump

The buzz is tremendous, we drop you all to sense it
I don't gotta promote it for you to know that doc is off the benches
We keep the party rockin' off the henges
We ain't showin' off, we just goin' off popular consensus

But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk
Doc is all washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is Doc impressin'?
Doc is this, Doc is that, you got the wrong impression
You must be on the cock of Doc, 'cuz Doc left you all guessin'

So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record, what
We gon' have this mutherfucker hoppin' in a second, bump. bump
That's why we always save the best cut last
To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass

'Cuz we done swam with the sharks, wrestle with alligators
Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers
Whom if it wasn't for rap to bridge the gap
Maybe raised to be racist

Who may have never got to see our faces
Grace the cover of Rolling Stone pages
Broke down barriers of language and races

Just call on the cape crusaders
And leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic
And we can play the back and forth all day
Like the hot potato game, thats why we came to

'Cause we came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce tonight
And if they don't let us in through the front
We'll come through the side

'Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game without
At least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Swing one last time

(50 cent, come on)
Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do
We make the club jump everywhere we go
It's no secret, everybody know
When Dre's involved, there's plenty money involved

And plenty honey's involved
The sunny Sunday's and palm trees
Cali, everyday it's just another party from the valley's
All the way to them 8 Mile alleys, let's rally

Hands up for the grand finale
Now raise up out your seat, Dre is about to speak
Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week

You could catch me in the studio bangin' out the beats to
Provide you with the heat that keep blazin' out your speaker

So never say never 'cuz Shady Aftermath together
Along with G-Unit Records presents the return
Of the-the Doc and Shady, no one could do it better
We tear the club up and leave without a strand of evidence and uh

We came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce tonight
And if they don't let us in through the front
We'll come through the side

'Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game without
At least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Swing one last time

Yeah, haha, still Aftermath, 2006
And don't worry about that Detox album
It's comin', we gonna make Dre do it, haha
50 cent, G-unit, Obie Trice, D-twizzy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre
We ain't leavin', let's go, haha

Ladies and gentlemen
Thank you all for comin' out, peace
Oh shit, I almost forgot
You're comin' with me
Haha, bye bye
See you in hell, fuckers

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Tonight - Lyrics - Back By Thug Demand - Trick Daddy

Title: Tonight
Album: Back By Thug Demand
Artist: Trick Daddy
Composer(s): Tony Castillo, Amir Williams, Maurice Young

Lyric:
You lookin' real good baby, yes you is
I just want you to know I had a wonderful time this evening
But unfortunately I guess this part of the story
Well, we tell each other goodnight, nah how about this
How about I break all the rules and tell you what I really been thinkin'

Girl you got the big ol' ass and bow legs and fine hair
And all the shit that I want, sexy motherfucker
You acting like you want it right now
Let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight

My dick is gettin' rock hard, oh my god
There's gonna be some fuckin' tonight, take your panties off
Move your panties off to the side
And let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight

See good pussy will bring the freak out ya
But if you eat it and don't get cheated the first off I beat the breaks off her
No sense in half-steppin', get serious
Get the titties suckin' like clit rubbin' and ass grabbin'

I eat that pussy ass backwards
A few strokes with this long warm tongue should make that pussy cum
So much for round one, I spend a whole round two and back again
Stick in move, stick in move

Girl you got the big ol' ass and bow legs and fine hair
And all the shit that I want, sexy motherfucker
You acting like you want it right now
Let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight

My dick is gettin' rock hard, oh my god
There's gonna be some fuckin' tonight, take your panties off
Move your panties off to the side
And let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight

I need a real man, I'm sick of playin' with lil' boys
I'm tryin' to explore more like hot oils and sex toys
I can't keep fakin', man, I'm so backed up and I can't eat, I can't sleep
My knee's weak makin' and they keep shakin'

I need a real nigga to come save me, one who pamper me
And bathe me and make me wanna swallow his baby
Talk thug shit while he fuck me crazy
From the back or in the butt I'm like fuck me baby, fuck me baby

Girl you got the big ol' ass and bow legs and fine hair
And all the shit that I want, sexy motherfucker
You acting like you want it right now
Let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight

My dick is gettin' rock hard, oh my god
There's gonna be some fuckin' tonight, take your panties off
Move your panties off to the side
And let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight

All that matters is I can get you wet again
Suck you, fuck you better than any other nigga can
I specialize in multi orgasms
Gettin' rid of back spasms and do it all without Viagra

I'll fuck you all night, make you sleep all day
Treat you to breakfast then eat you for breakfast
I know baby I'm so unselfish
But you're lovin' it besides I'm a freak so I can't help it

All I need is old slow songs
One cold shot of patron, see you walk around me in a thong
And it'll be over before the chorus come back on
You'll be leavin' and I'll be ab libin' and we'll be singin' our damn song

Just like the first time we made each other cum
We'll be suckin' and fuckin' each other and taste each other cum
No soul alive can erase what we done
And all our horny sticky memories is stuck to me permanently

Girl you got the big ol' ass and bow legs and fine hair
And all the shit that I want, sexy motherfucker
You acting like you want it right now
Let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight

My dick is gettin' rock hard, oh my god
There's gonna be some fuckin' tonight, take your panties off
Move your panties off to the side
And let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight, yeah

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Hollywood Divorce - Lyrics - Outkast

Title: Hollywood Divorce
Artist: Outkast
Composer(s): Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Calvin Broadus, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
Starts off like a small-town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce

And I'm a star

Yeah, and I don't have to go to Hollywood
?Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood wit cameras on
I really think they stealin' from us like a sampled song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like hammers home

The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home
And all I got in return was a durn country song
This whole country wrong, oh but you right
If you just put a little ice on and cut ya mic on

But you don't even write songs
But Hollywood make you spit like a python, I meant cobra
I'm so not sober, I'm high like a Hollywood
Coffee or soda, you can call me a roller

Hold up, your grill's glistenin'
Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different
What's the real sense of it? uh, bling bling I know
And did you know I'm the creator of the term
?I just straightened the perm??

They let it sit too long, they just makin' it burn
Make a movie of our lifestyle but they urn
Like a dead body burned on the mantelpiece
That's why I try not to lie on wax like it's candle grease

And I be's the little nigga, cooler than antifreeze
Defrost on your window pane, Lil' Wayne
But in Hollywood it's "Little" Wayne
It don't make me numb, so that's why I got a prenumb
I do

Starts off like a small-town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce

A is for Adamsville, B is for Bowen Home
C if I give a fuck, if you like me you know I don't
If she ain't got a good head on her leave that ho alone
If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song

D is for what I serve, I don't be on no curb
She ain't no junkie neither, I ain't no dope dealer
But she keep comin' back, three stacks must be some crack
Put that pipe in her lap, she ain't know how to act

Now that I've got your undivided attention
I'm gonna say this and run, under condition one
Promise me you gon' stack, promise me you gon' ball
Promise me you'll invest three-fourth of it all

For what? So your kid's kid's kids can have some cheese
Can't get wit it? Git git, git git, git on your knees
?Cause wealth is the word, riches 'round the corner from the curb
Don't like what I write, shoot me a bird

Tenth grade, the way was paved for me and Dre to create
Like Dr. Frankenstein of arts and crafts
Now could we make a-a-a difference?
Antwan Patton and André Benjamin
Been jammin' for you cabin rap niggas and journalists

That's quick to misprint public and private business
Then retract back for deaf ears and think it's dismissed
Part 2 - The Sequel, all new cast just ain't the same gang
Of nerds on the internet slandering your name

Behind that screen name they're lame and their life is pretty plain
M&s with no nuts won't show up face to face
Straight bitch-made like puppies on the nipples of a mutt
Address it on a case-by-case basis like the judge

What about these lyin' ass hoes tryna plot
Or these niggas on the block who want the queen? Nigga please
But even she can walk we'll miss her we ain't gon' fake it
But God don't make mistakes, must be something bigger waiting

Starts off like a small-town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce

I do love you but you hate me at the same time
Lights, camera, action, it's game time
Do you take this here as your lovely wife
To love her and cherish her for all your life?

I solemnly swear to dare share and take you there
And me and you together baby we a lucky pair
It's been a long time, we walk a thin line
Others say they got you, but you been mine

As I sit back and watch all the cat fights
Domestic violence, is that right?
But you love the Dogg, gave me the spotlight
And now I'm goin' up, showin' up, blowin' up

I never ever thought that we would separate at all
But you played me, like a game of football
Used to feed me, need me, dress me
Now it's so messy, straight cut out and left me

Hollywood divorce
All the fresh styles always start off as a good lil' hood thang
Look at Blues, Rock, Jazz, Rap
Not even talkin' about music, everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood it's over
But it's cool, we just keep it goin', make new shit

Take our game, take our name
Give us a little fame and then they kick us to the curb
That's a cold thang

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If I Die - Lyrics - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: If I Die
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Rodney Ellis, Tristan Jones, Premro V Smith

Lyric:
Mic check one two
You know when you lose somebody
Somebody that's close to you
Somebody that's probably not even that close to you
You might have just know him

It's hard to put it into words you know
It's hard to say what you feel
It's hard to say what you feel
I guess, I guess all wounds heal over time, you know
But uh all I can do now is reminisce

Look at my homeboy lying there dead in the street
His eyes wide open and it's fucking with me
I can't believe this shit it really seems unreal
My streetwise ass dog ended up getting killed

We used to laugh but now this shit ain't funny at all
Thinking about when my dog first started to ball
Telling me I was blessed use my gift
But it was hard to stay away from that gangsta shit
(So hard)

Young eyes attract glitter like glue
Running with a crew doing everything they do
Smoked out drinking mad dog and thunderbird
My momma screaming but I swear I never heard a word

My homeboy's momma cool but she smoke crack
Now getting high is how she bring her son back
Imagine that so many kids are living this
One day my son will lose someone and reminisce

I hope it's me when I'm a hundred and three
Your homeboy getting killed that's some bad shit to see
I hope you agree and make it better for the young ones
'Cause these momma's can't take no more dead sons

Can't you see the way we live?
The world wouldn't spin without gangsta shit
I don't know what you've been told
But baby somebody told me
(Only the strong will survive)
If I die press play to bring me back to life
(Only the strong will survive)
Hey yo if I die press play to bring me back to life

Riding around in a hoop smoked out behind tent
Serving all day hitting corners getting bent
Time went by quick when we was kicking it
I wish that there was a way I could have predicted this

Somehow thought the shit but I can't blame myself
I just wish that death would have took somebody else
That niggas' shorty looks just like he did
So in a sense I guess my homeboy will live again

In the eyes of his seed forever dead
No one to call on when momma is doing bad
Mad at the world for the pain he feels
I pray to God that his momma shows him what's real

Can't you see the way we live?
The world wouldn't spin without gangsta shit
I don't know what you've been told
But baby somebody told me
(Only the strong will survive)
If I die press play to bring me back to life
(Only the strong will survive)
Hey yo if I die press play to bring me back to life

Every day I thank God for watching over me
If I didn't have rapping, I don't know where I would be
Trying to move a key strong armed robbery
My destiny could have been an early death of me

Just to be alive pushing twenty-five
I lived to talk about the shit many didn't survive
All I ask is that we think about the lives passed away
Never to see another sunny day

From rocks in the hand to keys in the van
No more being broke waiting on the postman
Cost more than the time that you put into it
Now you got the cheese why the fuck you still do it

Greed a need to speed away your precious time
Playa use your mind find yourself another grind
If not for yourself for the kids' sake
'Cause they'll all be where were all at today

Can't you see the way we live?
The world wouldn't spin without gangsta shit
I don't know what you've been told
But baby somebody told me
(Only the strong will survive)
If I die press play to bring me back to life
(Only the strong will survive)
Hey yo if I die press play to bring me back to life

Man, oh, man, it's wild what these streets are doing to us
You know what I'm saying? I was thinking I was telling my homie
If I were to name all the people that I knew
That was not here with us no more
It would take a whole album, you know what I'm saying?

So I wanna say rest in peace to my homeboy pinkhouse
Rest in peace to my homeboy dice
Who showed me much love in the short time I knew him
Rest in peace to my homeboy, Nino
Much love from the hood we still ride with ya

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Keep 'Em Eager To Listen - Lyrics - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: Keep 'Em Eager To Listen
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, W Griffin

Lyric:
Me and the rap's laid back
Nonchalant and relaxed in the track
Put together well, so it ain't hard to tell
Easy to recognize, so my records'll sell
On the microphone, well known with a low tone
Show and prove when the stage show is shown
All you hear is screams when I'm hit by the laser beams
Ladies fiend, rappers are choosin up teams
So who could beat up, just before we meet up
Before I kick a rhyme, I kick my feet up
To let you know, everything's under control
Under surveillance, takin over your soul
So let me handle this, gettin scandalous
All my jams are hits, never plan to miss
Crowd is captured, released at my permission
Peep em, as I, keep em eager to listen

Opponents are found paralyzed from the mic down
Left with a little sight ears still hear the sound
Try to clear your mind but it's still there
Give him about a year, then give him a wheelchair
I damage and deteriorate, til your brain dead
No huss cuss what I discuss'll bust his head
Here's some hearin aids when your eardrums fail
You get scars, so you could read it in braille
Close your third eye, then I do body work
And I keep the same procedure til somebody's hurt
My DJ'll sew up cuts like an M.D
And I still move crowds like an M.C
Entertain and tear you out of your frame
Leave you in a puddle of blood, then let it rain
Then I get deep, so try to withstand
On my level to think, or sink like quicksand
He couldn't hang, so I cut the rope short
Watchin em fall, cause they need more support
This is the way that I done, all of my competition
Peep em, as I, keep em eager to listen

Keep em eager to listen

The performance I give em is, somethin like a hypnotism
Swingin back and forth, til you can keep the rhythm
At the tone of my voice, you will become
Eager to listen dance in a trance til you see the
R on stage, no cheers, all ears
All three of your eyes on me, so it appears
Just like you thought it would be, but even better
Live and direct on stage, instead of the
Radio or video or studio rehearsin
I'm at my best in the flesh in person
The main attraction, center of attention
The crowd'll go crazy, soon as I mention
It's time to communicate, so let's conversate
I get my point across, when you respond I make sense
So now we could continue the mission
As I, keep em eager to listen

As I, keep em eager to listen

I used to always say one day
I'll play in the NBA cause I'll slay
Opponents well, and also excel
As a black quarterback in the NFL
I throw to score so I can hear the crowd roar
Keep em, out of they seats and on the floor
And when I win, it'll pump my adrenaline
My record is undefeated, and I'll win again
I'll never lose or hear boos from the audience
Cause they participate, and applaud me since
I bring em what they want to hear
And they'll fill up the atmopshere
With people that came to party, and have a good time
So when I'm gone, I'm sure, you understood the rhyme
Because I promise to accomplish the mission
Cause I, keep em eager to listen

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I Love You - Lyrics - Faithfully - Faith Evans

Title: I Love You
Album: Faithfully
Artist: Faith Evans
Composer(s): J Lopez, Bruce Springsteen, M Jamison, Sean Combs, Bobby Springsteen, Isaac Hayes, Faith Evans, A Best, Mario Mendell Winans

Lyric:
My heart belongs to you
So what could I do
To make you feel I'm down with

You see me hangin' around
But you don't know
How you make me feel for you, and

Each and every day
I try to make some sense of this
What you mean to me?
I know it could be serious

Each and every nite
I dream about just holding you
Lovin' you like this
What is a girl supposed to do?

I love you
I want you
You're the one that I live for
And I can't take it any more

I love you
I need you
What can I do to make you see?
You're the only one for me

First time I saw your face
My heart just erased
All the guys I knew before

You walked into my life
I was the type
To never want for nothing

Each and every day
I try to make some sense of this
What you mean to me?
I know it could be serious

Each and every nite
I dream about just holding you
Lovin' you like this
What is a girl supposed to do?

I love you
I want you
You're the one that I live for
And I can't take it any more

I love you
I need you
What can I do to make you see?
You're the only one for me

I love you, I want you
I need you in my life
Can't you see what you mean to me?
Baby come hold me tight

I miss you, wanna kiss you
Every time I see your face
Baby I'll be waiting for you
Each and everyday

I love you
I want you
You're the one that I live for
And I can't take it any more

I love you
I need you
What can I do to make you see?
You're the only one for me

You're the only one for me
And I know it's meant to be
What can I do to make you see?
My love will carry on

So listen to my heart and know
You'll find out where my love will go
The future lies between us boy
Oh babe I love you so

I love you
I want you
You're the one that I live for
And I can't take it any more

I love you
I need you
What can I do to make you see?
You're the only one for me

I love you
I want you
You're the one that I live for
And I can't take it any more

I love you
I need you
What can I do to make you see?
You're the only one for me

I love you
I need you

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Angel - Lyrics - And Then There Was X - Dmx

Title: Angel
Album: And Then There Was X
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Taiwan Green, Irving Gotti

Lyric:
What good is it for a man to, gain the world
Yet lose his own soul, in the process?
God loves you, yes, He does
Said you're alright with Him, I wonder

I know you never seen Him but don't fight with Him
You're gonna make it through the night to the light with Him
You're alright with Him, said you're alright with Him

I know you never seen Him but don't fight with Him
You're gonna make it through the night to the light with Him
You're alright with Him, said you're alright with Him

I'm callin' out to You Lord, because I need Your help
See, once again I'm havin' difficulty savin' myself
Behavin' myself, You told me what to do and I do it
But every and now and then gets a little harder to go through it

Losin' friends, day by day
I'm in so much pain when I'm here, Lord, please, take me away
I put you here to do a job and your work ain't done
To live is to suffer but you're still my son

And there will be a time when you shine as bright as the stars
But there won't be a his or hers, just ours
Then you'll see what I've been tryin' to show you all these years
Do the right thing 'cause after the tears, come the cheers

I will, my Lord, with my heart and my soul
That's gonna be how I roll, from now until I'm old
Lead and I'll follow, You take away the sorrow
I'ma sleep on what You said and holla back tomorrow

I know you never seen Him but don't fight with Him
You're gonna make it through the night to the light with Him
You're alright with Him, said you're alright with Him

I know you never seen Him but don't fight with Him
You're gonna make it through the night to the light with Him
You're alright with Him, said you're alright with Him

I want You to know, Lord that for what You've given me I'm thankful
Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, I'm grateful
You gave us power in our words, so I think before I speak
And that way when I speak, they know I'm here to teach

Can't tell em nothin' wrong, 'cause I love 'em too much
I reach a lot of people and Lord, I'm lovin' the touch
But deep inside, I've got somethin' that's workin' against
Everything I know is right, what I know makes sense

That's when you must fight harder than you've ever fought before
'Cause what you've got goin' on inside you is a war
Between good and evil, be careful of those who wanna be you
They smile but are not really happy when they see you

Be careful of the ones that always wanna get you high
'Cause when the time comes that one'll let you die
Listen to me, I'm here but I can only help you
If you want me to help, what do you want for yourself?

I know you never seen Him but don't fight with Him
You're gonna make it through the night to the light with Him
You're alright with Him, said you're alright with Him

I know you never seen Him but don't fight with Him
You're gonna make it through the night to the light with Him
You're alright with Him, said you're alright with Him

My Lord, my savior, don't judge my behavior
But instead, take what's in my heart and put it in my head
See, I guess I really never knew, how proud I made You
My life is Yours, my soul I gave You

I don't know if I'll do good enough
(He's by your side)
And we both know the hood is rough
(Right by your side)

Sometimes I don't know what to do
(X, dry your eyes)
But I know what I gotta do
(It'll be alright)

You keep givin' me the word and I'll put it to song
Talk to me, I'll talk to them and we can't go wrong
This is the start of somethin' strong and this is just the start of it
Praises to You my Lord, for lettin' me be a part of it

I was that kid that, been there, did that
Became ashamed so I hid that but ain't no longer with that
Use me as an example, if I can do it then they can too
With the Lord behind us, there ain't nothin' that we can't do

I know you never seen Him but don't fight with Him
You're gonna make it through the night to the light with Him
You're alright with Him, said you're alright with Him

I know you never seen Him but don't fight with Him
You're gonna make it through the night to the light with Him
You're alright with Him, said you're alright with Him

He's by your side, right by your side
X, dry your eyes 'cause it'll be alright
Yeah, He's by your side, right by your side
X, dry your eyes 'cause it's gonna be alright
Yeah, yeah, yes, it is

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