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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Out To Get Me - Lyrics - Clawfinger

Title: Out To Get Me
Artist: Clawfinger
Composer(s): Joakim Karl Skog, Erlend Ottem, Zak Nikolas Tell, Bard Sverre Torstensen

Lyric:
They're out get me
I can't escape 'cos they won't let me
They won't forget me
They'll get me in their grip and sweat me

They'll wait me out
And then move in under my skin
They'll make me doubt
They're out to make me let them in

I can't escape them
There's nowhere I can run and hide
Make one mistake and
That's when they work their way inside

They'll try and take me
They'll break me down and suck me dry
I can't let them shape me
They'll make me up and make me cry

They're out to get me
I want to leave but they won't let me out
They're out to get me
I want to leave but they won't let me out

They won't forget me
They'll get me in their grip and sweat me out
They're out to get me
I want to leave but they won't let me out

They're out to get me
They're out to get me

They're gonna hit me
Cuff me up and then bullshit me
Then they'll outwit me
Dress me up and make it fit me

They'll lock the door now
Keep it shut and throw away the key
They'll turn the lights out
What no one knows, nobody sees

They're out to get me
I want to leave but they won't let me out
They're out to get me
I want to leave but they won't let me out

They won't forget me
They'll get me in their grip and sweat me out
They're out to get me
I want to leave but they won't let me out

They're out to get me
They're out to get me
They're out to get me

They're out to get me
I want to leave but they won't let me out
They're out to get me
I want to leave but they won't let me out

They won't forget me
They'll get me in their grip and sweat me out
They're out to get me
I want to leave but they won't let me out

They won't forget me

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Scandals And Scoundrels - Lyrics - June

Title: Scandals And Scoundrels
Artist: June
Composer(s): Tim Brennan, A Jon Brown, Mark Palacz, Mark Sutor

Lyric:
These sheets won't touch the floor tonight
She's wearin' that shirt that cuts to her shoulders
Better off with the dress that drags
Better off with the dress that drags

From to the small of your back to the bedroom
After this, you'll keep me guessin' once again
Once again
(You're better off with the dress that drags)
I think this is better off with the dress that drags
To the small of your back

I forgot this is not where I left you
Gonna get to the bottom of this, the bottom

Get me out, you are, you are
Always seem to get me out
You always seem to get me started, started
Get me out, you are, you are
Always seem to get me out
You always seem to get me started, started again

This is your desperate attempt to keep your promises
Your motive is your weakness
She still self conscious 'bout her pale skin while she's feelin'

This is your mistake after this
You'll keep me guessin' once again
Once again
(You're better off and you're still self conscious)
After this, you'll wish you were better off and
You wish you were better than this

I forgot this is not where I left you
Gonna get to the bottom of this, the bottom

And I forgot this is not where I left you
Gonna get to the bottom of this, the bottom

Get me out, you are, you are
Always seem to get me out
You always seem to get me started, started
Get me out, you are, you are
Always seem to get me out
You always seem to get me started, started again

You're always good at gettin' started
I was always so much better talkin' myself out of this
These feet won't touch the floor tonight
Just make sure you lock the door

She fell asleep with the TV on
[Incomprehensible] just to keep you warm
You are my struggle

You're always good at gettin' started
I was always so much better at talkin' myself out of this
She's wearing that shirt that cuts to her shoulders
(Better off with the dress that cuts to your back)

Get me out, you are, you are
Aways seem to get me out you are
Get me out, you are, you are
Always seem to get me out
You always seem to get me started, started

Get me out, you are, you are always seem to
(You were always good at gettin' started)
(I was always so much better at talkin' myself out of this)
Get me out
You always seem to get me started, started again

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Get Away - Lyrics - Christina Milian

Title: Get Away
Artist: Christina Milian
Composer(s): Jeffrey B. Atkins, Irving D. Lorenzo

Lyric:
Baby, ya know
I been thinkin? about you
And I been thinkin?
We should get togetha

But I know you got somebody
And I do too
But I got 1 question
Can ya get away?

I been lookin? to get away from him
I been lookin? to get away from her
Oh, we gots to find a way, babe
I been lookin? to get away
Since I found you

Say whatever it is you need to say
'Cuz I?m thinkin? ?bout headin? my way
This relationship is getting? crazy
Lately, lately, lately

I, been feelin? this way from back when
Now it?s time I turned you in
Maybe now baby we can be friends
Baby, baby, baby

I been lookin? to get away from him
I been lookin? to get away from her
Oh, we gots to find a way, babe
I been lookin? to get away
Since I found you

I been lookin? to get away from her
I been lookin? to get away from him
Oh, we gots to find a way, babe
I been lookin? to get away
Since I found you

Can ya get away? Get out tonight
Meet me up at the club momma
Can ya get away? Get out tonight
'Cuz I?m free, baby

Can ya get away? Get out tonight
Meet me up at the club momma
Can ya get away? Get out tonight
'Cuz I?m free, baby

Well what about my career, my man, my life
Baby I give you me, myself, and I and if you can get near me
There?ll be no more pain love
Well came on boy and love me, love me, love me

The more things change
I know, I know men play games
All I wanna know, are you the same
Take a chance girl and love me, love me, love me

I been lookin? to get away from him
I been lookin? to get away from her
Oh, we gots to find a way, babe
I been lookin? to get away
Since I found you

I been lookin? to get away from her
I been lookin? to get away from him
Oh, we gots to find a way, babe
I been lookin? to get away
Since I found you

Can ya get away? Get out tonight
Meet me up at the club momma
Can ya get away? Get out tonight
'Cuz I?m free, baby

Can ya get away? Get out tonight
Meet me up at the club momma
Can ya get away? Get out tonight
'Cuz I?m free, baby

I?m not ya man, so I?m feelin? like a one night stand
I be convenient for the both, I know you feel me
Well come on let?s do this, no thought to it
Let?s give our love a chance

'Cuz you lovin? me, kiss hug and love wit me
I?m trynna get away, you can?t get enough of me
Baby girl, I just wanna be free
Well come on boy and love me, love me, love me

I been lookin? to get away from him
I been lookin? to get away from her
Oh, we gots to find a way, babe
I been lookin? to get away
Since I found you

I been lookin? to get away from her
I been lookin? to get away from him
Oh, we gots to find away, babe
I been lookin? to get away
Since I found you

Can ya get away? Get out tonight
Meet me up at the club momma
Can ya get away? Get out tonight
'Cuz I?m free, baby

Can ya get away? Get out tonight
Meet me up at the club momma
Can ya get away? Get out tonight
'Cuz I?m free, baby

There it is
Christina Milian, Ja Rule
Murder I.N.C.

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Le Pain Perdu - Lyrics - Viva La Woman - Cibo Matto

Title: Le Pain Perdu
Album: Viva La Woman
Artist: Cibo Matto
Composer(s): Juan Tizol, Cibo Matto Irving Mills, Edward Ellington

Lyric:
The sunshine, too light, the ocean, too wide
I'm sick of your cliche?
The sky is kind, love is blind
You can't let go of the lost pain

You're in the maze, spending every day
I'm in the haze, I want the getaway
You're in the maze, spending every day
I'm in the haze, I want the getaway

Can you take my silver wheat?
Mix it up with butter and treat
I feel a chill go down my feet
Your maple is so sweet

Can you take my silver wheat?
Mix it up with butter and treat
I feel a chill go down my feet
Your maple is so sweet, so sweet

We've got to get out, to get out the hell out
We've got to get out, to get out the hell out
We've got to get out, to get out the hell out
Got to get me out of here before it goes stale

We've got to get out, to get out the hell out
We've got to get out, to get out the hell out
We've got to get out, to get out the hell out
Got to get me out of here before it goes stale

Can you take my silver wheat?
Mix it up with butter and treat
I feel a chill go down my feet
Your maple is so sweet

Can you take my silver wheat?
Mix it up with butter and treat
I feel a chill go down my feet
Your maple is so sweet, so sweet

But it's too mushy, too mushy
I can't take it, baby

We've got to get out, to get out the hell out
We've got to get out, to get out the hell out
We've got to get out, to get out the hell out
Got to get me out of here before it goes stale

We've got to get out, to get out the hell out
We've got to get out, to get out the hell out
We've got to get out, to get out the hell out
Got to get me out of here before it goes stale

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Lie To Kick It - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Lie To Kick It
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Don Blackman, Warren Griffin, James Brown, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Richard L. Serrell

Lyric:
Yeah, if she didn't wanna fuck
Then she never should've called you
I dedicate this to my nigga, Mike Tyson
If she didn't wanna fuck
Then she never should've called you

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

Jack of all trades, ballin' like Jordan, you punk
Fake inside the paint, in fact I know you can't
Do half of the shit that you was claimin' in the county
Suckas on yo' jock, you claim you run the block

Polyurethane busta, cracked in half
You claim you foldin' bank but I know yo' bank stank
I lived around the corner, I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more? You weighed a buck 04

You sold ya TV for a buck 'cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate an' you done gained some weight
You's a baller, lyin' to them youngstas quick
Got them thinkin' you sick an' representin' yo' click

But you's an old basehead, kickin' too much hype
Yo' bicentennial pipe, it got rally stripes
An' if they knew yo' identity you'd probably be the victim of a stickin'
You ain't got to lie to kick it

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it, y'all don't hear me
I got these niggas yackin' in my face
About some shit that never took place
An' what you see is what you get, that's what he told me
I peeped it in his pose, exposed the fuckin' phony

I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie
With them bitches, they be freaky, they don't know me
Hey, it's gettin' drastic, gunnin' niggas down
'Cause they plastic, sleep on a G an' get that ass kicked

An' stuffed inside a casket
Rippin' the shit like it's my muthafuckin' last hit
Hey an' wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice
An' every time I bust a nut, I fuck for Tyson

'Cause I know the real on the bitch
She got to skit ya just to get a nigga's riches
I pray to God that the bitch don't get no dick
An' got a nigga screamin', ?Fuck that bitch?

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

Well if a bitch'll be a bitch, then a trick'll be a trick
I've got my nigga, Richie Rich an' we be all up in the mix
This is 'Thug Life', baby, rollin' hoes like Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine an' I'll stay outta yours

It's a Oakland thang an' bitch, you wouldn't understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin', ?Fuck yo' man?
But now you beefin' on the strength that you was thinkin' I was jockin'
Hey bitch, I got no time for hoes, I'm steady clockin'

An' if it ain't about a buck, I gives a fuck
It's raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
So what's up with them low life bitches tryin' to play me?
Bitch, you better see Trojan about yo' baby
Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin'
'Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slippin'

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Tell Me - Lyrics - The Price Of Fame - Bow Wow

Title: Tell Me
Album: The Price Of Fame
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Alton Wokie Stewart, Timothy William Gatling, Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips, Shawntae Harris

Lyric:
Tell you, oh, tell me
Tell you, oh, tell me

Tell me what I gotta do
To get things back to the way they was
I'm tryin' to fight it
But I find myself steady thinkin' about us

Tell me what I gotta say
To whatcha try to hear come out my mouth
I'm tryin' to work it out
Baby, we need to, we need to work this out

Can't you see what I'm tryin' to do?
I need to work it out between me and you
It ain't through, I would do down to do anything
You ask just to get you back

Take you shoppin' all over the map just to see you laugh
Pop them tags, you plus me, do the math
Minus all the negative BS, you my other half

Ain't no other that makes me feel the way you do
I can see myself comin' back at you
I'm a whole different individual now
Everybody but you invisible now

I want a commitment and I want you home
You'd never miss a good thing 'til it's gone
And I miss kissin' you and I miss spoilin' you
Missed you lovin' me and me adorin' you, no tell me

Tell me what I gotta do
To get things back to the way they was
I'm tryin' to fight it
But I find myself steady thinkin' about us

Tell me what I gotta say
To whatcha try to hear come out my mouth
I'm tryin' to work it out
Baby, I'm tryin' to work it out

Now tell me, tell me what I gotta do
To get things back to the way they was
I'm tryin' to fight it
But I find myself steady thinkin' about us

Tell me what I gotta say
To whatcha try to hear come out my mouth
I'm tryin' to work it out
Baby, we need to, we need to work this out

A lotta ladies in the world wanna be mine
But I don't give no time *** no shine
No matter how many women I see
Without you girl, I'm incomplete

I'm tellin' the world I can't be discrete
I ain't the same without you and me
Girl, I even miss the arguments
You can't be real, not fraudulent

How'd it look? It's hard to get another 'Shortie Like Mine'
One that can keep me up when I'm down
Besides my riches or my Bentley
You can have all the rest that comes with me

That's my heart, mind, soul
You can be my company where ever I go
I'ma function when I let you go now
I'm tryin' to let you know so tell me

Tell me what I gotta do
To get things back to the way they was
I'm tryin' to fight it
But I find myself steady thinkin' about us

Tell me what I gotta say
To whatcha try to hear come out my mouth
I'm tryin' to work it out
Baby, I'm tryin' to work it out

Now tell me, tell me what I gotta do
To get things back to the way they was
I'm tryin' to fight it
But I find myself steady thinkin' about us

Tell me what I gotta say
To whatcha try to hear come out my mouth
I'm tryin' to work it out
Baby, we need to, we need to work this out

Tell me when I'm gonna see 'em pretty pearly whites
You can get it girl, tonight, if you can act just right
Tell me that I'm your *** for life
And I'll tell you everything I know you like

Nobody else know you like Bow
I do things that'll make you say wow
Ain't nothin' lil' about me, I ain't no child
Grown man now, let's figure this out
You stay on my mind, I can't take the loss
Like T. Waters, I'm 'Thrownin Off'

Even when I try to perform
I think about you under my arm
I can't stand the rain
But you can't under the storm

I be here for the long run
Even when the song's done
You gonna see that I'm the one
Here's where you need to come

Tell me what I gotta do
To get things back to the way they was
I'm tryin' to fight it
But I find myself steady thinkin' about us

Tell me what I gotta say
To whatcha try to hear come out my mouth
I'm tryin' to work it out
Baby, I'm tryin' to work it out

Now tell me, tell me what I gotta do
To get things back to the way they was
I'm tryin' to fight it
But I find myself steady thinkin' about us

Tell me what I gotta say
To whatcha try to hear come out my mouth
I'm tryin' to work it out
Baby, we need to, we need to work this out

Tell you, oh, tell me
Tell you, oh, tell me

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Locked Up (Remix) - Lyrics - Akon

Title: Locked Up (Remix)
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Locked up, they won't let me out
And I had a long day in court, shit stressed me out
Won't give me a bail, they can't get me out
Now I'm headin' to the county, gotta do a bid here
I used to livin' luxurious, I don't wanna live here
The walls is gray, the clothes is orange
The phones is broke, the food is garbage
Lotta niggaz is livin' with these circumstances

S.P.'s the same, I still murk ya manz'z
Drug money to rap money, work advances
Niggaz ran and told, I shoulda murked to Kansas
Got popped for a murder attempt
Knock me on D block when I was burnin' the hemp
Had a brick in the stash hope they don't take it to a further extent
Locked up and they won't let me out
When I hit my cell block, niggaz know the threat me out

I'm steady tryin' to find a motive, why do what I do?
The freedom ain't gettin' no closer, no matter how far I go
My car is stolen, no registration
Cops patrollin' and now they done stopped me

And I get locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)

Headin' up town to re-up, back with a couple peeps
The corner block's on fire, undercovers dressed as feens
Makin' so much money, product's movin' fast
Put away the stash and as I sold the last bag
Fucked around

And got locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
My nigga I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)
I got locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
Baby, baby I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)

Now that I'm locked up I rep two sets so
I'ma ryde or die and stay D-Blocked up
Two toothbrushes up, whoever want it with P
When I walk by, nigga get up
'Cause I'm locked up, they can't get me out
I smoke a stick of haze when they stress me out
Go and hit the bar when the wrecks be out
Can't wait for the day when they let me out

'Cause visitation no longer comes by
It seems like they forgot about me
Commissary is gettin' empty
My cell mates gettin' food without me
I can't wait to get out and move forward with my life
Move on with my life
Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right
But instead

I'm here locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)
My nigga locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
Oh oh oh, I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)

'Cause I'm locked up
(They won't let me out)
Where's my lawyer?
(They won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no, they won't let me out)
Get me out of here

I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
Baby I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)
Where's my niggaz on the block tell them I'm locked up
(They won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
Can you please accept my phone call?
'Cause I'm locked up, locked up

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Call Out To Me - Lyrics - Kathy Troccoli

Title: Call Out To Me
Artist: Kathy Troccoli
Composer(s): Diane Eve Warren

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Lyric:
Call out to me
Call out to me

(Call out to me)
When times get tough
And you can't get enough of what you need

(Call out to me)
When things go wrong
And you need someone
To show you some sympathy

(Call out to me)
Just reach out your hand to mine
And I'll be there as soon as I can

(Call out to me)
When you don't know which way to turn
Oh, you know just where I am

Remember, if you need love
I'll be right there, I'll be right there
Just call out

(Call out to me)
When you can't find a friend to depend on
Oh, just call out to me

(Call out to me)
When your hand needs a hand to hold on to
Oh, just call out, call out to me

(Call out to me)
Just call out to me

(Call out to me)
When nights are cold
And loneliness has got the best of you

(Call out to me)
When you're feeling down
I'll be around, I'll be right next to you

Remember, if you need love
I'll be right there, I'll be right there
Just call out

(Call out to me)
When you can't find a friend to depend on
Oh, just call out to me

(Call out to me)
When your hand needs a hand to hold on to
Oh, just call out, call out to me

(Call out to me)
Just call out, call out to me

(Call out to me)
When you can't find a friend to depend on
Oh, just call out to me

(Call out to me)
When your hand needs a hand to hold on to
Oh, just call out, call out to me

(Call out to me)
Just call out, call out to me

(Call out to me)
Call out to me

When you can't find a friend to depend on
Oh, just call out to me

(Call out to me)
When your hand needs a hand to hold on to
Oh, just call out, call out to me

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Z - Dead Presidents (Part 1) - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Dead Presidents (Part 1)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Peter O Phillips, Shawn Carter, Nasir Jones, Lonnie Liston Smith, Peter O. Phillips, David Anthony Willis

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Lyric:
Presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers
Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras
To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme

By the ounce dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to kill me
Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat

Fuck 'em, we hate a nigga lovin' this life
In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life
Hospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up
On the Uptown high block, he got his side sprayed up

I saw his life slippin', this is a minor set back
Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get back
That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me"
I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully

Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process
And I ain't got nothin' but time
I had near brushes, not to mention three shots
Close range, never touched me, divine intervention

Can't stop I, from drinkin' Mai-Tai's with Ta Ta
Down in Nevada, ha, ha, Poppa, word life
I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight
Potnah, I'm still spendin' money from eighty-eight, what?

Presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Geyeah, know what? I'll make
You and your wack mans fold like bad hands
Roll like Monopoly, advance, you copy me
Like white crystals, I gross the most

At the end of the fiscal year, than these niggaz can wish to
The dead presidential, candidate
With the sprinkles and the presidential, ice that'll offend you
In due time when crime fleas my mind

All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine
But until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin' brilliant
I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in
Long as the villain win

I spend Japan Yen, attend major events
Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin'
J A Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin'
I got a good life man, pounds and pence

Nuff dollars make sense
While you ride the bench
Catch me swinging for the fence
Dead Presidents, ya know

Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Uh, huh, yeah, uh, huh, so be it
The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow
You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough
Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slow

Like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow
Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have
Eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's

To change your life, huh, roll with the winners
Heavy spenders like hit records, Roc-A-Fella
Don't get it corrected, this shit is perfected
From chips to chicks just drivin' a Lexus

Make it without your gun
We takin' everything you brung
We cake and you niggaz is fake
And we gettin' it done

Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z
And you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTV
I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure
Dead presidentials, politics as usual, blaouw

Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money

I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Z - Dead Presidents (Part Ii) - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Dead Presidents (Part Ii)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Peter O Phillips, Shawn Carter, Nasir Jones, Lonnie Liston Smith, Peter O. Phillips, David Anthony Willis

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Lyric:
Presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers
Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras
To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme

By the ounce dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to kill me
Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat

Fuck 'em, we hate a nigga lovin' this life
In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life
Hospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up
On the Uptown high block, he got his side sprayed up

I saw his life slippin', this is a minor set back
Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get back
That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me"
I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully

Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process
And I ain't got nothin' but time
I had near brushes, not to mention three shots
Close range, never touched me, divine intervention

Can't stop I, from drinkin' Mai-Tai's with Ta Ta
Down in Nevada, ha, ha, Poppa, word life
I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight
Potnah, I'm still spendin' money from eighty-eight, what?

Presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Geyeah, know what? I'll make
You and your wack mans fold like bad hands
Roll like Monopoly, advance, you copy me
Like white crystals, I gross the most

At the end of the fiscal year, than these niggaz can wish to
The dead presidential, candidate
With the sprinkles and the presidential, ice that'll offend you
In due time when crime fleas my mind

All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine
But until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin' brilliant
I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in
Long as the villain win

I spend Japan Yen, attend major events
Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin'
J A Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin'
I got a good life man, pounds and pence

Nuff dollars make sense
While you ride the bench
Catch me swinging for the fence
Dead Presidents, ya know

Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Uh, huh, yeah, uh, huh, so be it
The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow
You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough
Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slow

Like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow
Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have
Eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's

To change your life, huh, roll with the winners
Heavy spenders like hit records, Roc-A-Fella
Don't get it corrected, this shit is perfected
From chips to chicks just drivin' a Lexus

Make it without your gun
We takin' everything you brung
We cake and you niggaz is fake
And we gettin' it done

Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z
And you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTV
I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure
Dead presidentials, politics as usual, blaouw

Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money

I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Get Me Outta Here - Lyrics - Get Born - Jet

Title: Get Me Outta Here
Album: Get Born
Artist: Jet
Composer(s): Christopher Cester, Nicholas John Cester

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Lyric:
I went down to the bank just to get me a pay
I'm gonna get me out of here
I got me some cash, I'm heading back to L.A.
I'm gonna get me out of here

I'm sacking the man, 'cause the man is a thief
I'm kicking the plan, before the plan kicks me
I'm gonna get me, get me out of here
Yeah I'm gonna get me, get me out of here

I went down to the duke ten time a day
I'm gonna get me out of here
Drink all night and talking shit all day
I'm gonna get me out of here

I'm sacking the man, 'cause the man is a thief
I'm kicking the plan, before the plan kicks me
I'm gonna get me, get me out of here
Yeah I'm gonna get me, get me out of here

I don't mind how I live my life without the luck you got
But I ain't tryin' to keep in time, so just keep off my ride
You won't hang your rusty sign on me

I went down to the bank just to get me my pay
Get me out of here
Yeah I'm gonna get me, get me out of here, yeah
Yeah I'm gonna get me, get me out of here
Yeah I'm gonna get me, get me out of here

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Friday, August 13, 2010

They'Re Out To Get Me - Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Title: They'Re Out To Get Me
Album: The Big Bang
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Mike Chavarria, Denaun Porter, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
I'm just playin' wit' y'all niggaz
I'm just playin' wit' y'all niggaz
I'm just playin' wit' y'all niggaz
I'm just playin' wit' y'all niggaz

They see my name and Lifestyle and say I changed
They so cold I know that they're out to get me
And all those people I call my friends, let it go
That's why I never call on y'all to be around
'Cause you see how this money can change everything

Yeah, see I done came a long way and now I got me a chauffeur
Keep my enemies close, keep my friends even closer
Muhfuckers that I grew around, thought I could rock wit 'em
Watch my cake so hard, they burn a hole in my pocket

I see 'em coming from afar because I been through so much shit
They plot a lot, hard or not, they see my dough come quick
Invested in my niggaz, took the Realtor route
Gambled on the wrong niggaz, had to filter 'em out

Type of dudes that see my mother and they greet her respectful
Behind her back and see her son and try to give me a quick full
It's cool though, I fucks wit' 'em even though I ain't wit' it
That's why the gats be in the house whenever niggaz come visit

Serve 'em drinks and welcome all to the law
For let ya drunk friend to show his true side until ya forced to cut him off
I seen it one too many times, they disbelieved and they speechless
Sometimes having certain friends can end up being a weakness

See now my dogs turn to wolves and try to front me and surround me
Come up out they sheepskin and act all different around me

They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed
They so cold I know that they're out to get me
And all those people I call my friends, let it go
That's why I never call on y'all to be around
'Cause you see how this money can change everything

Listen, sometimes I smoke a cigarette and then I think and I choke on
How niggaz steal this funny style and I was struggling broke
Even though it don't surprise me, shit it's still kinda funny
When I ain't have, a nigga still would come and try to take from me

Instead of cutting my losses, being smart and just end shit
Niggaz was trying to be loyal, just to maintain a friendship
In the wrong situation, plus there's always a sequel
I'm with the wrong muhfuckers, plus they 'pose to be people's

As I get more money, days get colder
I learned to realize that power only lies in the hands of the beholder
So then I start the heart-on-my-heart as I walk like a soldier
Moving so militant, you think I had a chip on my shoulder

Living by morals and principles mainly
Having heavy thoughts to a kill a brother every time a fucker betrayed me
But now I'm winning with the strength of the nation
I promise that they not even foreseeing
The size of the shit they'll be facing

I'm Aftermath now, shit's getting worse
Now when those same friends
See me goin' hard that shit be making 'em hurt

They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed
They so cold I know that they're out to get me
And all those people I call my friends, let it go
That's why I never call on y'all to be around
'Cause you see how this money can change everything

Instead they getting together with me so we both can get rich
When I'm outta town, these niggaz busy tryna fuck with my bitch
Same niggaz spend they money till the shit'll diminish
I hit 'em off and turn around and come right back when it finish

I said I'm tired of these niggaz, that'll owe me so much shit
That they can't pay me back for, fuck all the dumb shit
Sometime we can't forgive whatever balances off
'Specially when niggaz cross the line that niggaz never should cross

Realized and thus I state the same shit, get the Range
The more money niggaz get, shit around you will change
Even though niggaz'll flip and say, "He the one changed"
Fuck you, the dude'll just'll justify, takin' his shit from you

The more money I get, I get more dangerous stupid
'Cause I been broke before and I refuse to go back to it
And while I sweep these niggaz up under the rug with a broom
If I never see these friends again, that shit'll be too soon

Shit is real like every wind in my breath
And that's on everything I love,
Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh

They see my name in Lifestyle and say I changed
They so cold I know that they're out to get me
And all those people I call my friends, let it go
That's why I never call on y'all to be around
'Cause you see how this money can change everything

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Take A Picture - Lyrics - One Man Band Man - Swizz Beatz

Title: Take A Picture
Album: One Man Band Man
Artist: Swizz Beatz
Composer(s): Edward G. Fletcher, Skip Scarborough, Sylvia Robinson, William Harrison Withers, Carol W. Chase, Melvin Glover, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Say cheese

Right now I need y'all to get your cameras out
So y'all can get a good picture of what young money look like
Or young hustlers or a young entrepreneur look like
Or a young nigga on the grind look like
So I need y'all to get your cameras out, right now

Take ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Get ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Wake up in the mornin? and my chef cooked me breakfast
Then brush ma teeth, then I put on my necklace
Didn't think about what car to ride
Is it Phana or the, the Lamgocha?

I got got stuff for you haters, I make my paper you haters
When I see you in the street, I don't speak to you haters
So you never thought you'd see a young fly nigga ball
You see me on top, see me rollin?, see me fall

It's like a jungle sometimes, it make me wonder
How I keep from goin? under when I rock with ten summers
And I still get my numbers and I still stay humble
I got niggas like, ?Damn, dog, how he do that??

I'm on that music, big homie, I got my UNS, big homie
And he ain?t your nigga, so what can you do to me, big homie?
And I'm cool rite now, if I stop rite now
Oh, and I can raise 5 mill? a day rite now

Take ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Get ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Now, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

I told ya I'm thinkin? of my master plan
'Cause ain't nuthin' but money inside my hand
I ain't talkin' 'bout a measly 100 grand
Talkin' 'bout big money, get that paper, man

Picture me rollin' in ma ?64, flyin' in my G5
Landin? in the sand, put my feet up in the sand
Grindin' all the time, makin' money while I can
It's a Kodak moment, take a picture while you can

Yes, you can, can, a can, can take a picture with your friend, friends
Even though I missed my flinger goin? to France, man
I gotta stop and show love to all my fans, man
They never pictured they'd see me

Take ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Now what I need everybody to do right now
Is to get your cameras out
Either your camera phone or your Sony
Or whatever you gonna do

And I'ma pose so you can get a snap, snap
Get a, get a snap, snap, get a, get a snap, snap
Get a, get a snap, snap, get a, get a snap, snap
Get, get a snap, snap
I'ma pose so you can get, get a snap, snap

Take ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Get ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Get ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Get ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Cheese, say cheese
Say cheese, say cheese
Say cheese, say cheese

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Yahhh! - Lyrics - souljaboytellem.Com - Soulja Boy

Title: Yahhh!
Album: souljaboytellem.Com
Artist: Soulja Boy
Composer(s): Deandre Way

Lyric:
Aye, Stacks On Deck Entertainment, Soulja Boy, Arab
We got something new for ya?ll
Man when somebody be in your face, on your nerves
Just talkin' and talkin and you don?t wanna hear it
Just be like, "Yahhh trick yahhh!"

Hey Soulja Boy can I yahhh trick yahhh!
Yo Arab I really like yahhh trick yahhh!
Colli Park Music ahh!
Hey man I was just wondering can I get a yahhh yahhh trick!

Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)

Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Yahhh!

Let me tell you about the life and how you live when you's a star
Every single place you go the people run up to your car
Everybody wants to talk, everybody wants to jive
Everybody wants a handshake or want a high five

And these ugly girls always got friend that wants to talk to you
Spit yahhh yahhh trick and your friend yahhh yahhh too!
Ain't got time for chit chat I?m tryin' to get this money
So get up out my face, you doodoo head dummy

Hey Soulja Boy can I yahhh trick yahhh!
Yo Arab I really like yahhh trick yahhh!
Colli Park Music aah!
Hey man I was just wondering can I get a yahhh yahhh trick

Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)

Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Yahhh!

All in my face, I?m startin? to get mad
Walkin' up, ?Soulja Boy can I have your autograph??
Spit yahh trick!
Leave me alone, let me get some peace
I?m sittin? at the house shawty and I can?t sleep

Leave me alone foe before I have to knock your lights out
?Hey Soulja Boy when that new Stacks on Deck CD coming out??
Spit yahh trick! Spit yahh trick!
Yahh! Yahh! Yahh!

Hey Soulja Boy can I yahhh trick yahhh!
Yo Arab I really like yahhh trick yahhh!
Colli Park mu ahh!
Hey man I was just wondering can I get a yahhh yahhh trick!

Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)

Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Yahhh!

Hey Soulja Boy man I love those sneakers man
Man, man me and my brother man
We are diggin? you man, super dig
Man I?m the king of your fan club man

I mean I just seen you one day and I was like, that guy!
He?s gonna make it, he?s gonna make it
You already know
I was on your Myspace man
Yahhh yahhh yahhh! Yahhh yahhh yahhh!

Trick don?t you get it!?
Shut up! Yahhh yahhh yahhh!
Yahhh! Yahhh! Yahhh!

Y A H H H
I still like your sneakers though
Totally!

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Get Out!! - Lyrics - Total Devestation: The Best Of Busta Rhymes - Busta Rhymes

Title: Get Out!!
Album: Total Devestation: The Best Of Busta Rhymes
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): D Sloan, Frank Loesser, D Lamb, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Get out)
Such a remarkable sound
(Get out)
Yeah
(Get out of here)
Such a remarkable sound
Flipmode get down, now
Yeah check it out
(Get out of here)

Such a remarkable sound
Busta Rhymes
(Get out)
Comin' through, get down
(Get out)
What's the deal now
(Get out of here)
Yeah, yeah

Are you ready to get on?
(Who, me?)
And 'cause such a reaction that the motha fucka's go
(Ooh wee)
It's like a group of happy children
Yo, it's such a feelin'
To see all of my live nigga's carry on now
Oh see how I be gettin' so passionate

I get a thrill even when I bust my gun off by accident
The God bless glory, success story
Whiteboy Billy put a stash up in my armrest for me
The way I fucks it up, it's like a fuck-fest for me
I get on last and demolish everything before me
We run shit and that's a fact now, you're whack now
And ain't no fuckin' turnin' back now, so relentless
I won't even let you niggas finish a fuckin' sentence

Call for my people like a school attendance
And then I strike with a fuckin' vengence
Finger on my trigger
Figure I'll blast every last one of you bitch niggas

So
(Get out)
Bitch nigga just
(Get out)
You need to just
(Get out of here)
Police'll try to close the club
(Get out)

You really should
(Get out)
You need to just
(Get out of here)
Bitch, if you ain't got your own dough
(Get out)
You need to just
(Get out)

You really should
(Get out of here)
If you frontin' like you really live
(Get out)
And you know you not
(Get out)
You need to just
(Get out of here)

The one world alliance
Flipmode the most reliant for the thorough guidance
On how to get most of this money like a secret science
Only the live nigga's allowed, there's nothin' you can do
Frontin' with your crew while you talkin' to corny bitches too
Nevertheless, address the cheddar for the treasure chest
And bless the spot before the thugs protest, one time
I hope y'all know just what the motherfuck you dealin' with

With so much platinum for the street, you thought I was a silversmith
We phat now, so look at how we brought it back now
And made it possible for street niggas to hold a stack now
And become the wealthiest, healthiest
And bring the fire that will reach about a 1000 degrees Celsius
Hold on, banker's money better roll on, or sing a broke folk song
My nigga's so long he paid with a big brim hat, just like a lampshade
And bounce, wildin' in the truck, the joints my nigga ramp made

We be them new millennium prime time niggas
Walk a fine line, niggas sippin' fine wine niggas
Now, if you cross the line and fuck around them blind niggas
With so much pressure it's like we did the illest crime, nigga
(What?)
You know I'm like a loco man, noble man
Turned global man, rippin' bi-coastal like a postal man
And when we come, you know we came to get it
And what you need to do is bounce if you ain't fuckin' with it

So
(Get out)
Bitch nigga just
(Get out)
You need to just
(Get out of here)
Police'll try to close the club
(Get out)

You really should
(Get out)
You need to just
(Get out of here)
Bitch, if you ain't got your own dough
(Get out)
You need to just
(Get out)

You really should
(Get out of here)
If you frontin' like you really live
(Get out)
And you know you not
(Get out)
You really should
(Get out of here)

Get out, get out, get out of here
Get out, get out, get out of here
Get out, get out, get out of here
Get out, get out, get out of here

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Get It Out Me - Lyrics - 20 Y.O. - Janet Jackson

Title: Get It Out Me
Album: 20 Y.O.
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Terry Lewis, Johnata M Austin, Manuel Lonnie Seal, Jermaine Dupri, James Samuel Iii Harris

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Lyric:
What more can I say 'bout you? Boy, you're so hot
Ooh, yeah, baby, I ain't never
Felt that there boy, don't you stop, you found my spot
'Cause you know I likes it when you do it mo' better

Like when you say to me
?Aww, Jan your body feels like none I've ever felt?
You know it makes the you know what come out
Oh, I know you're with it come and get it 'cause you know it

Its true, it's you, it's something that you do
Ain't nobody has been able to get it out me, get it out me
It's you, it's something that you do
Ain't nobody has been able to get it out me, get it out me

What it is I do not know
But you make me wanna let it go

Let me break it down one time, hope you don't mind
But I really wanna try something that you might think is
Taboo but you will be more than satisfied
Boy, I'm getting wild now watch me go way out

Into another place, into another space
We can make this as creative as you like
Feel free to express yourself
Oh, I'm gonna get it, love it, take it till there's nothing left

It's true, it's you, it's something that you do
Ain't nobody has been able to get it out me, get it out me
It's you, it's something that you do
Ain't nobody has been able to get it out me, get it out me

Ain't too many people that can get it out of me
Something about your swagger and the way you talk to me
Ain't too many people that can get it out of me
Something about your swagger and the way you talk to me

Break it down now
Break it down now
Break it down now

It's true, it's you, it's something that you do
Ain't nobody has been able to get it out me, get it out me
It's you, it's something that you do
Ain't nobody has been able to, get it out me, get it out me

What it is I do not know
But you make me wanna let go

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Git Up, Get Out - Lyrics - Outkast

Title: Git Up, Get Out
Artist: Outkast
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

You need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

I don't recall, ever graduation at all
Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asked to give me some livin' life like a bum

Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
Nigga, you supposed to be grown
I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see

I admit, I've done some dumb shit
And I'm probably gon' do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though
(Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested

I know you know but I'm gon' say this to you I
Get high but I don't get too high, so what's the limit 'posed to be?
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without

And what up with all these questions?
You act as though you know somethin' I don't
Do you have any suggestions?
'Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin'
Sick of takin' trash out and toilet bowl cleanin'

But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin'
I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin'
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue travelin' this route without any doubt or fear
I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?

You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

Well, uh, git up, stand up, so what's said, you dick head
See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin' Pro Keds
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin' starters

In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool
I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles
They taught me how to smoke herb
I followed them when they ran numbers

So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby
And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em
Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'em

See all the playas came and all the playas went
A playa ain't a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit bitch
You need to git up, git out, git somethin'
Smoke out, 'cuz it's all about money, money, money

Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hat
I hang with Rico Wade 'cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy
I'm true to Organized, 'cuz they raised me
I'm also down with La Face 'cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
And it's cool yeah, it's real cool, gettin' paid fat pockets
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha

You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me
Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred
Like a piece of wood and dem spirits got the mutant's mind
I'm gettin' paranoid and steady lookin' for the time

It's eight in the mornin' and ain't nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride
I'm diggin' through the ash tray, hopin' to have a good day

I had Jamaica's best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head
(You got to git up, git out and git somethin')
Now I know it's on, my day is finally started
Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick

'84 Se-Dan DeVille, steady bouncin'
Out the Pointe to Cambelton Road
The valley of the South side flow
Everybody know about that killa that we call blow

So keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit
'Cause they known for jumpin' out of black Chevy trucks
And through the fog, here come the Red Dogs
I'm bustin' out around the corner in my hog

Dippin' from the area, I'm scared
So one of these bitches might wind up dead
'Cuz I have no time for jail, fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin' Bail
And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country
Thinkin' that my city is the big lick for 96
94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the past
Hootie hoo my white owls are burnin' kinda slow

You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

Y'all tellin' me that I need to get out and vote, huh, why?
Ain't nobody black runnin' but crackers, so why I got to register?
I thinkin' of better shit to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes

So let me take ya way back to
When a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta
Y'all could not tell me nuthin', thought I hit that bottom rock
At age 13, start workin' at the loadin' dock

They layin' my mama off of work, General Motors trippin'
But I come home Bank like Hank, from lickin' and dippin'
Doin' dumb shit, not knowin' what a nigga know now
Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down

I dips, over to East Point, still actin' a fool
Wastin' my time in the school, I'd rather be shootin' pool
Cool is how I played the tenth grade
I thought it was all about mackin' hoes and wearin' pimp fade

Instead of bein' in a class, I'd rather be up in some ass
Not, thinkin' about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, that's fucked up I shoulda listened when my mama told me

That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later
Figured she was talkin' yin-yang, so I payed her no attention
And kept missin' the point she tried to poke me with
The doper that I get, the more I'm feelin' broke and shit
Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an OUT-Kast
So get up off your ass

Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

You need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
You need to, you need to, you need to, you need to

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