One Way Or Another (Remix) - Lyrics - Blondie

Title: One Way Or Another (Remix)
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Nigel Harrison, Debbie Harry

Lyric:
One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
One way or another I'm gonna win ya
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha

One way or another I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meet ya
I'm gonna meet ya, I'm meet ya

I will drive past your house
And if the lights are all out
I'll see who's around

One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
One way or another I'm gonna win ya
I'll getcha, I'll getcha

One way or another I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meet ya
I'll meet ya, yeah

And if the lights are all out
I'll follow your bus downtown
See who's hangin' around

One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
A slip of the hip or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya

One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip

I'll walk down the mall, stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all, find out who you call
Lead you to the supermarket
Check out some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd

One way or another I'm gonna getcha
I'll getcha, I'll getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who you call)

One way or another I'm gonna getcha
I'll getcha, I'll getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who you call)

One way or another I'm gonna getcha
I'll getcha, I'll getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who you call)

One way or another I'm gonna getcha
I'll getcha, I'll getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who you call)

One way or another I'm gonna getcha
I'll getcha, I'll getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha

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Top Of The World (Remix) - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Top Of The World (Remix)
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Fred Jerkins, Isaac Phillips, Stefan K Gordy, Traci Colleen Hale, Christopher Rios, Lashawn Daniels, Rodney Jerkins, Joseph Cartagena, Mason Betha, Ahmad A Lewis, Nycolia T Turman

Lyric:
Yo, I don't think they're ready for this one
Another Dark child remix
Brandy, RJ, Big Pun, Fat Joe, Terror Squad
Come on

Hear the truth, shorty with my fruit punch and my forty
Sweeter than candy, Brandy's the only one for me
You get it up, it's only the middle of the week
But when you called Joe and Pun, you kept it real with the streets

That's the true honor not the jewels or Garbana
Any fool can't accomplish just a few hundred dollars
That's paper thin, I got my mama out the apron
I'm loyal to her from eight to ten, make way for the twin

Who the twins that be making it hot? Say what?
Number one on you Billboard charts
Showing love to them thugs who be holding the blocks
And we be tearing up the club like the Three Six Mob

Joey Crack baby, ain't no time to react lazy
Brandy gave us a call and our track's gravy
Perhaps maybe we can ball with this
And all get rich, I ain't only talking is

Some people say that, ?I am not the same girl?
They think that I am in my own world
What makes them think that I have changed, yeah

A little dough cannot erase my problems
Me, like you, I have to try and solve them
Yes everything is quite the same

Sitting on top the world
Sitting on top, no that's not so
Everybody changes, let it go
Sitting on top the world
I'm just one girl trying to live my life
But someone telling me what I like

Back in the days, when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

I wonder why it?s often said that my life?s
A fairy tale and everything is so right
I wish that you could know the truth, yeah

My life is real so please don?t get it twisted
Problems the same and got to be dealt with
These are the things I wish you knew, ooh yeah

Sitting on top the world
Sitting on top, no that's not so
Everybody changes, let it go
Sitting on top the world
I'm just one girl trying to live my life
But someone telling me what I like

Ever since you wanted to be down
I wanted to put you on but you ain't come around
Had no time for the don, sixteen on the block
The latest phenomenon, number one with a bullet

And your own sitcom, Brandy hand me one of the platinum hits
People talk but they don't know the half of it
Well the fact this is, we're in the worst business
And anything you have you deserve it miss

Encima del mundo, follow the squad we never segundo
Tell el mundo, telling vatos of every remover
Word chula we packing men like Lollapalooza
From here to Havana, Cuba then Puerto Rico en scooter

Getting mula, sitting on top of the world like A Buddha
Who the first Latin to go platinum without the basura
Big Pun the caputera with cheddar
Never settle for second best 'cause I'm primera, which forever

Sitting on top the world
Sitting on top, no that's not so
Everybody changes, let it go
Sitting on top the world
I'm just one girl trying to live my life
But someone telling me what I like

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Back In The Day (Remix) - Lyrics - Ahmad

Title: Back In The Day (Remix)
Artist: Ahmad
Composer(s): Stefan K Gordy, Ahmad, A Lewis

Lyric:
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days

When I just a little niggerole, I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so when he went out with girls
I could go taggin' along naggin' if she had a sis maybe
Could mack a baby hood rat

Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
All the way live, I think I was about ten
One of those happy little niggaz singin' the blues
That be always tryin' to bag with the shag and karate shoes

Sayin', "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungalows

Then switch to playin' ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballers 'cuz they bell wearin' gazelles
If they really had money raised be sportin' Bk's

And, all the girls had they Turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But sometimes, I still sit and reminisce
Then think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school
Wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out
And be a grownup

But let me finish this reminescin' and tellin'
'Bout when girls was bellin' tight courderoys like for the boys
Basket weaves, Nike court airs, and footsie socks
And eatin' pickles, with tootsie pops

And it don't stop, I'm glad 'cuz when J.J. fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
Or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
Of hoochies, had poison airbrushed on they asses

Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the pumas with
The fat laces, 'cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin' all I had to do now, was finish homework

It's true, you don't realize really what you got till it's gone
And I'm not, gonna sing another sad song
But sometimes I do sit and reminisce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
Because I'm eighteen years old and guess you could say I'm holdin'
Down a steady job and crew steady mobbin'
You steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made

But, didn't always have clout, used to live in south central L.A
That's where I stayed and figured a way out
I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first

So Ahmad and the Jones is on our way up
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
And we finally did, but sometimes I still sit and reminence
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when

And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when

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The Ultimate (Showbiz Remix) - Lyrics - Artifact

Title: The Ultimate (Showbiz Remix)
Artist: Artifact
Composer(s): Blaizes Brown P Hendricks, Williams Workma

Lyric:
Transmitting live via satellite, hah
The one's and two's, to the three's
To the four's, to the five's, uhh

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

We bring forth the swords in rap sports
Niggaz play the bench for us, overtime if niggaz wanna shine
Divine with the intricate shit, who wanna bring it
To the table able now it's stable on the disc

The Heineken bottle catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin' lonely
Phone me home I'm in the middle like I'm monie

Love to do dubs on deck without a mic check
Collect no checks but catch wreck on sets
Deuce, deuce is loose P P P represent see
Def squad, boom squad and artifacts make three

Like Dennis Scott droppin' one for the wisdom
'Cause when I gets 'em, I'll be fuckin' up they system
Or temperature cheer when I appear from the mist
Priceless, ice diss and never see another Christmas

You play risk when you dealin' with the New Jeruz two blitz
Without the use of two clips, niggaz styles still be fluid
The cat, darer with the terror off hands
Without bands we rock spots in all lands

Nigs be playin' and we stand for the substance
Subject's the basement, MC's be patient
'Cause all that Russian save that shit for the dressing
B S we stand strong wack niggaz we addressin'

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

Test me, the best be, checkin' for my recipes
Mess with me and I'll be drainin' all your fuckin' energy
Galactic tactics match wits I'm from the bricks
I used to catch a switch from any walk by bitch

But now I'm to the break like disc jocks, dis rock is hot
Got props and plus bust shots for what I got
Don't sniff shit but snot hops, you better watch your snot box
I'll diss you, then I'll clear the air like Scott tissue

The issue got a barcode on funk mode
So now I pack a truckload of skunk, for the underground chumps
'Cause I bumps in any system, who dissed 'em?
Watch me back them up from all the way from New Jeru to Manhattan

Satin and silk, kill the best built
I guess the milk was no good, so now I'm classified a true hood
Check this nigga, live on Kodak tits
Or bust a pimp, 'cause I'm not a boogaloo shrimp

Tame one the Jesus and the Judas
'Cause when I hit the Buddhas
My problem's manifest is deep rooted

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

MC, universal no rehearsal on tap with rap so
Magnificent sufficient all that tall facts
From the six footer, in slang I be the gooder, goodest
Best put to rest acts that's less

Sub-regular wreckster, prefer tracks to measure
Size up, MC's that need to wise up, fuckin' they lives up
Urban survivalist, live with this, closed style
Tribalist, that gets, all up in your shit

For all reasons, number one you're sleepin'
Speakin' like a deacon catch the drops my props leakin'
Seekin' on the deep end, sinkin' while I'm thinkin'
Of ways, to slay my competition without blinkin'

The ink's on the sheet with rhymes that are unique
Complete batter, astoundin' feats yo it don't matter
Capitalize, while I'm, categorized
The G L to the tame to the O N E

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate, ultimate

U-u-ultimate, u-u-ultimate, u-u-ultimate
U-u-ultimate, u-u-ultimate

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I'Ll Hurt You (Remix) - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: I'Ll Hurt You (Remix)
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Scott Storch

Lyric:
Yeah
Guess who it is
Aayo Dre I think they in trouble
Scott Storch why you have to do it like this to 'em?
Feels like a new day
Listen

Now every time I come in, I hit ya niggas with shit
Regardless, you get retarted and then niggas ain't got a clue
On how the fuck I do what I do or say what I say
And spit what I spit, you ain't never even gotta question who

'Cause you know that I'm the only nigga that could ever come
And spitefully turn the place into a muthafuckin' zoo
Than I come in, I still go crazy sh sh sh shit
Ma, ma, ma, makin' n, ni, ni niggas do exactly what I want 'em to

From my point of view instead of tryin' to step up
You still tryin' to play catch up and keep up with the way ya nigga grew
These niggas panic and frett and get schizophrenic
And let they emotions out and I doubt they could ever touch my crew

Take a second, check it, I reckon my records are better than
Whatever record you recorded that why your shit is through
You fuckin' idiot I don't think you get it
I'm one of the greatest ever period every syllable is true

Now if you ain't blind and you ain't handicapped in your vision
I think it's simple or nothing that it's really plain to see
No matter how much you try, no matter how much you make an effort
You niggas could never ever really fuck wit me

'Cause I'll hurt you
And I will learn you a thing or two
And I'll hurt you
And I'll finish your career for you, I'll

Catch you niggas and snatch you niggas
You bunch of bumblin' fools who got me grumblin' dudes
All the way down the block
Keep 'em stumblin' and jumblin' over they wall

Jump ours throw in the towel see you niggas is on the clock
And you wanna know the time, see you tired of all your
Ma, ma mumblin', ma, ma mumblin', na, na nigga I got it locked
Every single time you put my shit in the CD playa

And turn up the volume you bang your head
Because this shit'll knock ock
Continue to crumblin' niggas and tumblin' niggas
You struggle while I humble a niggas wit the glock

Than I watch you while I keep a fumblin'
While I got you ta tre tremblin'
For one of my niggas bust your head wit a rock
Before I start to do another thing I'ma make you crown

Me the king wit such a butter swing nigga follow the flock
Now watch my brother bring all my diamonds
The summer bling when I'm climbin' and from a glimpse
Tell you bitch to get of my yatch

Now if you ain't blind and you ain't handicapped in your vision
I think it's simple or nothing that it's really plain to see
No matter how much you try no matter how much you make
An effort you niggas could never ever really fuck wit me

'Cause I'll hurt you
And I will learn you a thing or two
And I'll hurt you
And I'll finish your career for you, I'll

Flipmode, Aftermath
Flipmode, Aftermath
Flipmode, Aftermath
It's official, it's official
It's official, it's official

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Higher [Remix] - Lyrics - Do Or Die

Title: Higher [Remix]
Artist: Do Or Die
Composer(s): Dennis Round, Leon Huff, Anthony Bernard Round, Kenneth Gamble, Darrell C Smith, Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
Yo Kayne blow the hook you a genius boy

Now when you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl
When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl
When you hear this song you know it's on
I swear your lovin' got me so high I'm gone

Me and you baby girl like best friends
Let me hit you when I get the notion
On I 55 you and I
Let's ride hit the motion

Some say she freaky freaky
Let me guess your lidro needa
I'm hittin' through the back and curves
Hell, they sell the herb

Now open up your mind to this concept
Then you take one step
Straight from the feelin' of a wordsmith
That's the herb shit

Up on my 22 spin's
In my baby blue Benz
Girls say dat boys been actin' up
But thats the way he is

You lookin' good when you
Steppin' out a centerfold
Tell me when I reach a pen to hold
Let me hit you wit this dime in' the street game

Let a motherfucker go yeah, you know it
So now let me sugarcoat it
It's like I'm on that tight herb
And when I pull T the curb it's like, it's like

Your my latest and my greatest
My latest, my greatest
When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl
When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl

Your my latest and my greatest
My latest, my greatest
(When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl)
Now when you hear this song you know it's on

When I'm layin' in the back of my 745
With my lips on you
Spittin' good game, with the hustler grain'
Gettin' brained like a hustler should

When I'm layin' in the back of my 745
With my lips on you
Spittin' good game, with the hustler grain'
Gettin' brained like a hustler should

When I'm layin' in the back of my 745
With my lips on you
Spittin' good game, with the hustler grain
Gettin' brained like a hustler should, hustler would

And you know when I hear the stuff
I'm still tryin' to hear this love what that do
It's like that baby when I mix it up
Baby girl you just got me sprung, what that do

Oh, yes she's one of the best
As I touch this is past tense I'm hurtin'
Lurkin' searchin' for the virgin'
But when my baby girl it's workin'

Let me know what's that you smokin'
From the hands as I stick my tongue in
Then from the back but she want an autograph
But still we sexin'

Open back up last time
As I spit a little dough in my mind
She just like one of a kind
No C's no stand

Open back up last time
As I spit a little dough in my mind
She just like one of a kind
No C's no stand

Open back up last time
As I spit a little dough in my mind
She just like one of a kind
No C's no stand in her hind

She's just like me rappin' a line
Perfect let me drop in a dime
I'm on a roll again
I'm bought to blow again

Your my latest and my greatest
My latest, my greatest
(When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl)
When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl
(Just keep on liftin' me up, yeah)

No need to take another puff
'Cause your love has got me high enough
No, no, no, no, no, no
Just keep on liftin' me up, yeah

No need to take another puff
'Cause your love has got me high enough
No, no, no, no, no, no
Just keep on liftin' me up, yeah

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The Lane (E.V.A. Remix) - Lyrics - Ice T

Title: The Lane (E.V.A. Remix)
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Richard J. Ascencio, Steffon Johns, Tracy Lauren Marrow

Lyric:
The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So baby don't sleep

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player don't sleep

The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block
Goin' hand in hand, leanin' in and out of sedans
Pumpin' crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee
Their dream is to re-up to a ki

Cops watch the influx of dope through a telescope
Snitches in the game, give the young G's names
Bitches on the jock of the hustlers on the block
Jump from gee to gee, similar to a flea

Suck the blood out or in this case the dough
Roll with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grand mama
The bitch ain't done, she still lives for the drama

Lookin' for another baller to hit and never call her
All in vain life in the lane
A new crew of hookers on the track from up north
Vice cops, they watch 'em stroll back and forth

They take a pay-off
Or a blow job just to lay off
The lane's no joke
Yo, you players stay broke

A ghetto garage makes a nice laboratory
PCP and crystal meth, wars of glory
End of story, gotta watch my back myself
Or else they'll find my body layin' on a coroner shelf
It's the lane

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So baby don't sleep
(It's the lane)

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player, don't sleep

Gees take the game on the road to Minnesota
Supermarket's all sold out on baking soda
Gang bangers start to understand the dope game fast
Kidnap the drug dealers for the ransom cash

Gotta represent, what you say you are, that's a star
Feds got a homin' device on your car
That made you easy to follow to Denver, Colorado
Birds you had, 12, now you got a L

Crack babies born in the hospitals cryin'
Drive-by shootings can't end, kids are dyin'
The cream is the ultimate goal, gots to roll
Till my cash flow's mega, baller not a beggar

Bitches workin' plastic with the fake ID's
Life in the lane, stackin' up G's
Chop shops taggin' up Benzes and Beamers
Crack spots boilin' full kilos in beakers

Damn, the game's quicker than shit, don't slip
'Cause bet your life there'll be another hustler
Checkin' yo grip
It's the lane

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So baby don't sleep
(It's the lane)

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player, don't sleep

Brother on parole need a quick lick to come up
The score went bad, now he's back stuck
Bitches settin' niggas up jacked and waxed
Small-time workers movin' weight in a g ride Lac

Don't talk on your cellular, your phone is tapped
Don't check the rear view, there's no turnin' back
It's the lane, now you're in it, hit the gas and mash
Through the land of the hardcore hoes and cash

Jackers and robbers, hustlers and clockers
Everybody'll squeal, take the L or the deal
Yo, spin the wheel for the cops, you're a meal
Tailor suits gator boots make the fly hoes kneel

But if you miss, my friend, guess what you win
A one-way ticket to the federal state pen
It's the lane you chose, you fill your shit, ride Rolls
High-priced clothes, baddest fuckin' hoes

Anything goes
There's no limit, just mash
The cops will be there
When you crash

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So baby don't sleep

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player don't sleep

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Ear Drums Pop(Remix) - Lyrics - Dilated Peoples

Title: Ear Drums Pop(Remix)
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): E Schrody, Michael Perretta, D A Jr Johnson, J Smith, Rakaa Taylor, Joey Chavez, J Green

Lyric:
Affiliation like, Dilated Peoples

Watch your ear drums pop, pop, pop
Watch your ear drums pop, pop
Got this rap shit locked

Planet Asia, ain't a damn thing changed
Changed, changed, changed

The methods of melodic torture, mic mastery
I'm locally accepted, worldwide respected
So gimmie mines and meet your death wish
Dead at the throat like floatin' with your neck slit
Be gone, I'm way beyond
My mind shines harder than your necklace
I just violate the streets until I Dilate the Peoples
Posse cut, kill the track, annihilate the sequel

Trigger-happy, anxious to earn to stripe like it was just put on
Initiation means death, burn the mic, now meet your escort
If the shot's rusted, hot sauce for all you block busters
Duck it, you're fuckin' with the spot rushers
Bustin' with brand new artillery cocked

Straight out the metal shop to catch you up close
Dead on the spot, there goes your manhood
Mad Max, Terror your Dome for canned goods
Blaze you with the heat, destroy my conscience with the backward
Easin' up ain't in the plans, I leave MCs with no stands
I'll conventions so deep in thoughts, the fans labeled it trance

Iriscience, y'all
MC Iriscience
Rakaa you don't rhyme fair

Aiyyo, we hit it festivals and we hit it the nightclubs
We hit it like Brad Pitt did it to Fight Club
I love it and live it, if you want it, then come and get it
I'm like Show and AG or Alomar, how I spit it
It's the highly-developed, well-equipped, intelligent
You're a target if you're soft, pastel or delicate
I'm bold 'cause everything goes at pro caliber
A top competitor, a world class traveler

Spell-the-name-right.com, check the site
Like they could check the date on a dime from satellites
I move like Coltrane, pushin' the blue tray
Rakaa's my name, style Fatal like Hussein
With Planet Asia, Defari and Everlast
Phil Tha Ag and Ev deliver the weather fast
Joey Chavez and a butcher named Babs Dilated
Now take that shit back to the lab

Man, listen
From L.A. and it's finest
Defari

They wanna jack who step up and I'll dump
Invade and face the rage of a twelve gauge pump
Yo chump, I'm not that guy, my name's Defari
I roll with the fo' sho' logo, the open eye
Dilated, heavy rotated, Golden Stated
So many dream of the sound that me and Ev created
Everybody wanna be rhymin' with two left feet
That's like a cripple man in lane five at the track meet

You wishin' on a star but you lookin' at the sun
I be the one who takes it so serious, it's more than fun
Pro sport with a bottle of Crown and quart of Guiness
The ink fill up the paper in a matter of minutes
Whether from Brooklyn or Venice, I travel with mental fitness
Takin' out you suckers and you don't know how I did this
So quit it, quit with the nonsense, you harmless
Leave the hip hop alone and get your fix from a pharmacy

Everlastin' fresh [Incomprehensible]
Whitey Ford brings the devastating mic control

I read the New Testament and gave it up for Lent
All the places I went just to pay my rent
Used to keep me bent on a ritual daily
Cock my hammer, spit a Comet like Haley
I'll buck a three-eighty on ones that act Shady
I'm original like Grady, check my Sanford, Son

You know, you ain't the one that rep pecker wood status
I'll bust that ass, keep your eyes on the floor
What you comin' here for, son, you know the law
Let's take it back to the house, slide off your blouse
Lift up your skirt and expose your panties
For the world to see, you can't rep it like me
I'm Communist, terrorist, vandalist, catalyst
Scandalous, masacous, never miss battalist
You must be crazy or just plain dumb
You might catch a beat down, now where I come from
It's like that

Crescent Heights, get the name right
You know my mothafuckin' name

Yo, yo, Phil Tha Agony, a superhero creatin' miracles
Analyze this like Robert DeNiro with your air-tight vacuum lungs
Got your stupid ass [Incomprehensible]
Chewin gum, bitin' your tongue, bleedin'
What is it that you're really needin'?
Is it fresh air to breathin', a bank account so plenty of cheese in
Take into consideration with every situation that you're facin'
Analyze the operation

What's the function?
Who does the label work, who does the paper work?
Who's the president behind the desk, reclinin' the best
Too many fake fraudulent artists, ignoramusses
Gettin' famous-es, tryin' to steal my whole name in this
That's why every move is documented
It's the unprecedented rhymes that I invented
R-rated, Phil Tha Agony and Dilated
Crescent Heights, we're stealin' your height, violated

76 born bomb lyricist
Evidence got another sound mission

Yo y'all, my shit is timeless
A clock with no hands, a hourglass with no sand
My life span's been written before anyone cloths or ribbon
I've started their path but what I've said just passed
The lab cat's back, that's why I feel like I've been chose
To rise to occasions with hits like Pete Rose

Speak to myself but once I say when
No mistakes allowed, sketch my letters in pen
Permanent ink, unleaded gas tank ready to drink
Open all flows in perfect border in sync
Total chaos, mass confusion
You just entered the playoffs, yo, my team's not losin'

Platform, ultimate
Platform, ultimate
Platform, ultimate
Platform, ultimate
Platform, ultimate

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That'S Kool (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Romeo - Lil' Romeo

Title: That'S Kool (Remix)
Album: Lil' Romeo
Artist: Lil' Romeo
Composer(s): Vyshon Miller, Michael Robinson, Damon Wimbley, Kurtis Walker, Lil' Romeo Mark Morales

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Lyric:
Come on y'all East Coast, West Coast, South

Lil' Romeo
Silkk the Shocker
Soulja Music
You know what we bout boy
Yah you know

Where my souljas at
WhatWhat
Where my whordies at
WhatWhat
Bounce, shake
Lets do this

Throw your hands up, from my circle yard stand up
Get crunk, everybody keep dem hands up
Scream loud, this is the time to me rowd
Ima rock it til the music go off, please be proud
Stop playin, I want to see you shout anyway
Throw dem bows, off da wall, its a special occasion
Get yo dance on, wild out before the last song
Graba shawty, get crunk wit ya mask on
Ride quicker, and get on thee floor
I wanna see you do it like you never did it before
This the remix so you know I'm gone ball
Me and uncle Silkk came to spit it for y'all
Girls if you bout it, then get off the wall
Make em' bounce to the music ma give it your all
Party in, and party out right at da mall
If you got problems at the door then give me a call

Need somebody with some do
That's kool
Who gone keep it on the low
That's kool
Who gone do you right
That's kool
Need a soulja in your life that's right
Need a shawty with some ends
That's Kool
Baby hummers, baby benz
That's kool
No Limit gear for your friends
That's Kool
Write your number here's a pen
That's Kool

Who you know can go (Poof) and buy the mall at
Room to small tear the walls out
Shop til you drop mean shop til you fall out
You know how No Limit do go all out
Aint my fault, we gotta get cash
Aint my fault, ride bently and jag
Flashy type, like how we gone miss
Cause I got the baddest chick (Lil' Romeo and I got her lil sister)
Silkk and Rome you know we stay off da chain
Concert pack you know they gone be screamin our name
Miller boyz look its all the same
If you love us or hate us its all a game
Say she heard about me and love that I ball
Love my height, she love that I'm tall
Then step one, now its time for step two
How can I ever go broke when I can borrow a million from my nephew

Need somebody with some do
That's kool
Who gone keep it on the low
That's kool
Who gone do you right
That's kool
Need a soulja in your life that's right
Need a shawty with some ends
That's Kool
Baby hummers, baby benz
That's kool
No Limit gear for your friends
That's Kool
Write your number here's a pen
That's Kool

Still clubin the party aint over
We still jumpin, still bumpin, look at the forms still pumpin
Music so loud in here you scare somethin
D doogg where you at let me here somethin

Right here in my No Limit gear hands in da air
To all my younggins tank doggs is full up in here
Were da girls at holla back loud in ya ear
Make way for the kids wordy dis is our year

Walkin in threw it like it aint ever been done
Y'all to serious loosin up you gotta have fun
Love music been bouncin ever since I was one
Lil' Rome soulja music another one huh

My homeboy is down its apart of the show
Meet me at the playground at a quarter to four
Mom said its all good she said I can go
It's on too wit me when you ready to roll

Need somebody with some do
That's kool
Who gone keep it on the low
That's kool
Who gone do you right
That's kool
Need a soulja in your life that's right
Need a shawty with some ends
That's Kool
Baby hummers, baby benz
That's kool
No Limit gear for your friends
That's Kool
Write your number here's a pen
That's Kool

Blaaaa stick it, ha ha ha stick it
Blaaaa stick it, ha ha ha stick it
Shake it, shake it, pop it, pop it, break it, break it
Twerk somethin (Twerk somethin)
Work somethin (Work somethin)
Keep it jumpin but dont hurt nothin (hurt nothin)
North, south, east, west (soulja)
North, south, east, west (Silkk the Shocker, Romeo)
No Limit, No Limit, bounce, bounce
Next level (Rolex's all kind of bezels)
That's All

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Big Brother - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: Big Brother
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): A Davis, Kanye West

Lyric:
Stadium status

My big brother was B.I.G's brother
Used to be Dame and B.I.G's brother
Who was hip hop brother, who was No I.D friend
No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin

It's The Hard Knock Life Tour, sell out
Picture us in the mall coppin' iceberg and yell out Jigga
Yeah, that's what we'll yell out, yell out
You know the name do, I gotta spell out or tell 'bout?

J A Y and Ye' so shy
Now he won't even step to his idol to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, he could change your life

With all these beats I did, at least let him hear
At least you can brag to your friends back at the gig
But he got me out my mama crib
Then he helped me get my mama a crib

Big brother was B.I.G's brother
Used to be Dame and B.I.G's brother
Who was hip hop brother, who was No I.D. friend
No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin, begin
Let the story begin, the story begin
If you feel the way I feel why don't you wave your hands?

Fresh off the plane, I'm off the base line
Nothin' handed out, I'm 'bout to take mine
Round the same time of that 'Blueprint 1'
And these beats in my pocket was that blueprint for 'em

I played my little songs in that old back room
He'd bop his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by the 'Black Album', I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B's and we had packed the crowd

Big brother got a show up in Madison Square
And I'm like, yeah, yeah, we gon' be there
But not only did I not get a chance to spit it
Carlene told me I could buy two tickets

I guess big brother was thinkin' a little different
And kept little brother at bay, at a distance
But everything that I felt was more bogus
Only made me more focused, only wrote more potent

Only thing I wanna know is why I get looked over
I guess I understand when I get more older
Big brother saw me at the bottom of the totem
Now I'm on the top and everybody on the scrotum

My big brother was B.I.G's brother
Used to be Dame and B.I.G's brother
Who was hip hop brother, who was No I.D. friend
No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin, begin
Let the story begin, begin
If you feel the way I feel why won't you wave your hands?

Have you ever walked in the shadow of a giant?
Not only a client, the presedito
Hola' Hovito', the game gettin' foul
So here's a free throw

I was always on the other side of the people
Then I dropped 'Jesus Walks', now I'm on a steeple
And we know, New Jack City gotta keep my brother
But to be number one, I'ma beat my brother

On that 'Diamonds Remix', I swore I'd spaz
Then my big brother came through and kicked my ass
Sibling rivalry only I could see
It was the pride in me that was drivin' me

At the Grammy's I said I inspired me
But my big brother who I always tried to be
When I kicked the flow, it was like pick and roll
'Cause even if he gave me the ROC, it's give and go

I guess being styled was more of a slam dunk
And my shit was more like a finger roll
But I had them singles though
And them hoes at the show gon and mingle yo, y'all know

I told Jay I did a song with Coldplay
Next thing I know, he got a song with Coldplay
Back of my mind, I'm like, "Damn, no way"
Translate Espanyol, "No way, Jose"

Then I went and told Jay Brown
Should have known that was gonna come back around
Should have talked to you like a man, should have told you first
But I told somebody else and that's what made shit worse

My big brother was B.I.G's brother
So here's a few words from your kid brother
If you admire somebody, you should go 'head and tell em'
People never get the flowers while they can still smell em'

A idol in my eyes, God of the game
Heart of the city, Roc-A-Fella chain
Never be the same, never be another number one
Young Hov' or so my big brother

My Big brother was B.I.G's brother
Used to be Dame and B.I.G's brother
Who was hip hop brother, who was No I.D friend
No I.D. my mentor and that's where the story ends

Don't kill this shit

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The Story - Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

Title: The Story
Album: Trill
Artist: Bun B
Composer(s): J Okurbido, D Williams, Bernard Freeman, J Jamerson

Lyric:
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
'Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred

C L Butler better known as Chad or Pimp C
The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age

Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P A on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong

Then hit the streets with a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing you know we was signing to Jive

Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones"
Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on
Got, love in the streets and played on the air
But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair

Had to separate ourself, bring in a new team
But sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes

We didn't realize what was happening on the real
And new management was cutting back room deals
Hiding different money and concealing the price
He had us doing all the work but was keeping the biggest slice

Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins
Nigga kept all the receipts so we couldn't file taxes
The next thing you know, IRS hitting us with axes

Pimp you owe seven figures, Bun you owe six
Better get your paper together, get this shit fixed
Remixed the management team and tried it ourself
Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the shelf

Fuck it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic in the South
Reclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's mouth
Got some clout in the game, boys calling us the greatest
But meanwhile me and Pimp is still ducking haters

The old manager calling and say he fina' sue
And put a padlock on the everything we trying to do
Put a call out to the Prince, this nigga still hating
We got heat for the streets, and we can't keep the people waiting

He made a call to [Incomprehensible] and folks, telling the man
You gotta cut UGK some slack understand
Young Pimp got the plan, Bun got the drawl
Rap-A-Lot had our back and we just waiting on Jive

We got the big bosses on the same page
So me and young Pimp went hit 'em from center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly

He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure
But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure

Number one song on every station you turn on
MTV and BET we getting our burn on
Grammy nominated can't believe that we made it
And we got a call from Jive that left us all faded

And it stated, that due to the success of the track
We here at Jive records, would like to piggy back
Get another beat from Timb, then get a verse from Jay
Let Hype shoot the video and we'll be on the way

Shit it sounded okay, but me I had to ask
If we don't do Big Pimpin 2, would you still put us on blast
A song like that might take a nigga to the top
But my true fan base, might think a nigga flop

They got mad and put niggaz on hold
For damn near a year till the buzz got cold
So we said fuck 'em and went back to the basics
Trying to find ways to get the fuck up out the matrix

We put "Dirty Money" together and it was aces
But that's around the time that Pimp caught two cases
He got probation, said, "Fuck you hoes"
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows

And then he violated, one month before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City

Niggaz with masks on, vests and all black
It's Christmas 2000 and 1, bitch we was all that
Strongest on the block, nobody could budge
And then he violated, now we right back before the judge

They calling him a nuisance, put my dog behind a fence
It was January 28th, he ain't been home since
Threw a nigga through a loop and caught me in the crosses
Standing cold, CEO, now I'm the fucking boss

Had the devil on my back, got to drinking and drugging
Had to make a choice, get back to rapping or thugging
So I walked into my bedroom, got down on my knees
Put my hands together and I prayed Lord please

Let me get past this bridge over water that's trouble
And get back up on my grind on the double
He said son don't worry 'cause it's not really hard as it seem
And I can turn your nightmares back into dreams

You just got to stay true to yourself and succeed
Then push away from the devil and get closer to me
And every since that night man I promise I been on it
Giving that killer flow to anybody who want it
Pimp the pen like never before, I'm breaking 'em G

Not to mention I got the world screaming free Pimp C
So soon as you make parole and they open the doors
You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours
Ain't no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo' stripe
I kept it real because to me it's UGK for life

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Ride Wit Me (Remix) - Lyrics - Nelly

Title: Ride Wit Me (Remix)
Artist: Nelly
Composer(s): Eldra Debarge, Jason Epperson, Cornell Haynes, Etterlene Jordan, William Debarge

Lyric:
Yo, hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy and I fly high
Niggaz wanna now why, why I fly by
But yo, it's all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should, fuck me good, suck me good

We be them stunt niggaz, wishin' you was niggaz
Poppin' like we drug dealers, simply 'cause she butt naked
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
Icy Cris, tellin' me to live with you and your friends, it's remix

I wanna know if you wanna ride
Wanna go and take a ride with me
I know a place where we can chill, girl
And don't worry, I got plenty money

We in the club, on the late night, we feelin' right
Lookin' for a couple of shorties that's gon' do me right
And they could be 21 or 20 years old
Long as they got I.D., man, I don't need no troubles

There might be two walkin' over nice and real slow
They said, they liked the way I looked in my last video
Is there somewhere, Nelly, all three of us could go?
I thought about it for one minute then I said

I wanna know if you wanna ride
Wanna go and take a ride with me
I know a place where we can chill, girl
And don't worry, I got plenty money

We still shoppin' honey, frontin' like me and my boys
Every other mall, I'm pullin' out another toy
My pockets deeper than they've ever, ever been before
I'm not just braggin', I'm just sayin'
I ain't gotta think about that shit no more

All of a sudden, I'm the man wherever I go
Screamin' fans got to stands now at my shows
Heard there's a party and the niggas at
'The Palm' tryin' to figure out should I go
Thought about it for one minute then I said

I wanna know if you wanna ride
Wanna go and take a ride with me
I know a place where we can chill, girl
And don't worry, I got plenty money

I wanna know if you wanna ride
Wanna go and take a ride with me
I know a place where we can chill, girl
And don't worry, I got plenty money

I know somethin', somethin' you don't know
I know somethin', somethin' that I got to tell ya
I know somethin', somethin' that doubted my flow
I know somethin', somethin' that called me a failure

I know somethin', somethin' you don't know
I know somethin', somethin' that I got to tell ya
I know somethin', somethin' that doubted my flow
I know somethin', somethin' that called me a failure

I wanna know if you wanna ride
Wanna go and take a ride with me
I know a place where we can chill, girl
And don't worry, I got plenty money

And don't worry I got plenty money
And don't worry I got plenty money

Free City, shout out to my nigga John Mayer
Holdin' it down dirty, John Meyer, John Mayer
You know we pronounce it different in the hood
But dirty, you still be rockin'

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Smack That (Remix) - Lyrics - Akon

Title: Smack That (Remix)
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): Marshall B Mathers Iii, Michael Strange Jr., Luis Edgardo Resto, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Shady, Konvict, Upfront
Akon, Slim Shady
I see the one, 'cause she be that lady, hey!

I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo
And possibly bend you over, look back and watch me

Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh ooh

Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh ooh

Upfront style ready to attack now
Pull in the parking lot slow with the ?lac down
Konvict?s got the whole thing packed now
Step in the club, the wardobe intact now

I feel it, don and crack now
Ooh I see it, don't let back now
I'ma call her then I put the mack down
Money? No problem, pocket full of that now

I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo
And possibly bend you over, look back and watch me

Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh ooh

Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh ooh

Oh, looks like another club banger
They better hang on when they throw this thing on
Get a lil? drink on
They gonna flip for this Akon
You can bank on it

Pedicure, manicure, kitty-cat claws
The way she climbs up and down them poles
Looking like one of them putty-cat dolls
Trying to hold my w***** back through my drawers

Steps upstage, didn't think I saw
Creeps up behind me, and she?s like, "You're..."
I'm like, "I know, let's cut to the chase
No time to waste, back to my place"

Plus from the club to the crib it's like a mile away
Or more like a palace, shall I say
And plus I got pal if your gal is game
In fact he's the one singing the song that's playing
Akon!

I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo
And possibly bend you over, look back and watch me

Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh ooh

Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh ooh

Eminem's rollin', D an' ?em rollin'
Boo and ol' Marvelous an' them rollin'
Women just h*****', big booty rollin'
Soon I be all in 'em an' throwin? D

Hittin' no less than three
Block wheel style, like whee
Girl I can tell you want me 'cause lately

I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo
And possibly bend you over, look back and watch me

Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh ooh

Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'til you get sore
Smack that, oh ooh

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Killer'S Lullaby (Nightmares On Wax Remix) - Lyrics - Faithless

Title: Killer'S Lullaby (Nightmares On Wax Remix)
Artist: Faithless
Composer(s): Rollo Armstrong, Max Fraser, Ayalah Bentovim

Lyric:
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate
Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak
Another train leavin' home
Conceding defeat with a low moan

Hangin' in a sky, made of stone
Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome
To come meet me in the twilight zone
Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone

I bought him coffee and a snack
Settled back, started speakin'
He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap
While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober
Not cover my mistakes
Try to maybe make sense of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear before your life disappear

Now it just gets worse, like my stomach will burst
Feel like I've been cursed
With seven centuries of bitter memories
And inadequacies, previous he's and she's
I'm movin' round this old house for the last time
Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes
Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock

You got eternity for takin' stock
This place is like a padlock
You look shocked
Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust
There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease
And that's how it was for centuries
Me and my memories, till you brought the keys

Took the couple of Saturdays
I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing
Seven hundred years since I came here
You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare
I couldn't get near
And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear
I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part

That was just the first part, just the start
Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart
In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base
And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape
You making love to someone else is more than I can take
And so I make all the movement I can to no avail
Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal Hell

I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee
I needed to release my sparrow chest
From just a piece of this pressure
Unless an escape route is found
I'm going down underground
Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd
The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word
So I'm referred back to Hell, huh
Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges
At the thought of syringes

J, I'm going insane with shame
I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again
With what I call a farmer's swain
Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard
Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows
Oversexed flexing his pec's
Jesus, what's he going make her do next?
I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest

You used to do that to me back in 1253
Pity me, while you lie with your lover
I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair
Unaware of who else is there
I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time
You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline
When dust move in the sunshine
So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near human pitch

Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched
And switch 'round the house in a blind rage
It took years and an ocean of tears
To find the key to this cage
And write another stage into a new age
It's difficult to gauge
But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend
I just don't know how or when
Sleep on, my lost love on gone

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We'Re Comin' - Lyrics - Guy

Title: We'Re Comin'
Artist: Guy
Composer(s): Teddy Riley, Eric Williams, Wesley Hogges

Lyric:
Y'all thought we was jokin'?
Beat is bomp, that's right, yeah
That beat is bomp, bomp, bomp
Bomp, bomp, it's the G yo

Everybody, can I have your attention? I got something to say
Y'all lame-ass small-change cats, hunt's y'all like prey
Bring it to ya raw, no-cut, flow nuts like cashews
And yo' comments, keep 'em to yourself, nobody asked you

If I had to I'd throw something hot at you that'll leave you cold
C'mon dog that ain't platinum, you dipped it in white gold
Come between anything I love, surely you stop breathin'
And y'all thought Guy was out the game but sorry, you're not leavin'

You won't believe me until you see my name
In a star, carved in pavement
Y'all think this hard
Well, wait 'til I go up in the basement

I'ma tell you this once, fuck sayin' it twice
I inhale cold, exhale blowin', turn it to ice
Your time short, honestly I'm tired of hearin' y'all frontin'
Guy-2K featurin' Brett watch out, we're comin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh

We got it locked and we got the beats that'll rock, you're not
You better be careful not to blow your spot
And you better work hard, it's gonna take a lot
'Cause we're comin'

We're from the streets from the heart of the woods
Straight to the beach, talk shit, nigga better watch your speech
Or get yo' ass blown straight off your feet
'Cause we're comin'

We're comin', competition is not
All you wanna-be cats get to runnin'
Nigga, I'm slick wit it pourin' shit hot one drop
And blow your spot, do you think you can beat me?

You counterfeit and you can't handle the way
Now you wanna drop a remix, it's a little too late
Try'na cop my style, it won't work, stupid nigga
Put down the mic before you get your shit bent up

We got it locked and we got the beats that'll rock, you're not
You better be careful not to blow your spot
And you better work hard, it's gonna take a lot
'Cause we're comin'

We're from the streets from the heart of the woods
Straight to the beach, talk shit, nigga, better watch your speech
Or get yo' ass blown straight off your feet
'Cause we're comin'

We're back on top, you better run for cover 'cause we can't be stopped
Keep poppin' shit money, it just might get dropped
'Cause you didn't know we got that shit on lock
We keep on, nigga we're comin'

So don't think shit sweet
I'm 'bout to drop another million by the end of the week
You can't stop it, might as well run and cop it
You bitch ass niggas can't flock it, we

We got it locked and we got the beats that'll rock, you're not
You better be careful not to blow your spot
And you better work hard, it's gonna take a lot
'Cause we're comin'

We're from the streets from the heart of the woods
Straight to the beach, talk shit, nigga better watch your speech
Or get yo' ass blown straight off your feet
'Cause we're comin'

It was y'all who thought
This shit was a joke
I wouldn't lie

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