It'S Over - Lyrics - Montell Jordan

Title: It'S Over
Artist: Montell Jordan
Composer(s): Hachida Nakamura, Jerome Montague, Oji Pierce, Ei Rokusuke, Montell Jordan

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Lyric:
You don't know how to treat a man
That's what it comes down to
All your girlfriends know
But check it out
All the good things we've been through

It's over
I think you should know
That ain't the way love goes

It's over
I think you should know
You need to pack your things and go

That ain't love, that ain't love, girl
And all your girlfriends know
They tell me they've told you so
That I'm not the one to play

And all my boys are tellin' me
That I'm too good to you
And I don't wanna be your fool
So I'll send you on your way

It's over
Oh, it's over
Baby, you should know
That ain't the way love goes

It's over
Said it's over, said it's over
I think you should know
You need to pack your things and go

All of the joy that I brought you
All the good times that we shared
I gave you a taste of the good life
Why did you treat me so bad?

Everybody plays the fool sometimes
But this time the joke's on you
What am I supposed to do?
It's all because of you

It's over
Oh, it's over
Baby, you should know
That ain't the way love goes

It's over
Said it's over, baby it's over
I think you should know
You need to pack your things and go

It's over
You treated me so wrong
I think you should know
That ain't the way love goes

It's over
Baby, said it's over
I think you should know
You need to pack your things and go

It's over
It's over, it's over
Don't you get the picture girl?
I said, it's over
You just don't understand
That it's all your fault

It's over
It's over, it's over
Don't ya know it's over?
Girl, the happy days are over
And I tell you it's true
It's all because of you

It's over
It's over baby, said it's over baby
I think you should know
That ain't the way love goes

It's over
Said it's over
I think you should know
You need to pack your things and go

It's over
'Cause baby, the thrill is gone away
Baby, you should know
That ain't the way love goes

It's over
If you see me walkin' down the street, just walk on by
I think you should know
You need to pack your things and go

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Sign Of The Gypsy Queen - Lyrics - April Wine

Title: Sign Of The Gypsy Queen
Artist: April Wine
Composer(s): Lorence William Hud

Lyric:
Lightning smokes on the hillrise
Brought the man with the warning light
Shouting loud, "You had better fly"
While the darkness can help you hide

Trouble's coming without control
No one's staying that's got a hope
Hurricane at the very least
In the words of the gypsy queen

Sign of the gypsy queen
Pack your things and leave
Word of a woman who knows
Take all your gold and you go

Get my saddle and tie it on
Western wind who is fast and strong
Jump on back, he's good and long
Well resist till we reach the dawn

Running seems like the best offense
Staying just don't make any sense
No one could ever stop it now
Show the cards of the gypsy town

Sign of the gypsy queen
Pack your things and leave
Word of a woman who knows
Take all your gold and you go

Shadows moving without a sound
From the hold of the sleepless town
Evil seems to be everywhere
Heed the spirit that brought despair

Trouble's coming without control
No one's staying thats got a hope
Hurricane at the very least
In the words of the gypsy queen

Sign of the gypsy queen
Pack your things and leave
Word of a woman who knows
Take all your gold and you go

Sign of the gypsy queen
Pack your things and leave
Word of a woman who knows
Take all your gold and you go

Sign of the gypsy queen
Pack your things and leave
Word of a woman who knows
Take all your gold and you go

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Somebody Else - Lyrics - Shanice Wilson

Title: Somebody Else
Artist: Shanice Wilson
Composer(s): Shanice Wilson, London Jones

Lyric:
What cha thinking 'bout, what's on your mind?
Baby don't keep wasting all my time
'Cause your body's here but I know
That your mind is on somebody else
It's feelings you can't hide

Baby I'm not afraid to be alone
So pack your things, it's time for you to go
'Cause your body's here but I know
That your mind is on somebody else
I got to let you go

Baby, it all got started in the month of June
And that's when I noticed the change in you
You never spend any time with me like we used to

Forget telling me that you love me
'Cause I'm not buying it
And baby it's no mystery that you're lying to me
You can't run that one on me

I know on the low, you've been around
You think you're fooling me
I can see so easily
But I don't have you mentally, so tell me

What cha thinking 'bout, what's on your mind?
Baby don't keep wasting all my time
'Cause your body's here but I know
That your mind is on somebody else
It's feelings you can't hide

Baby I'm not afraid to be alone
So pack your things, it's time for you to go
'Cause your body's here but I know
That your mind is on somebody else
I got to let you go

Tell me why you slipped and called me Regina
Why, why, why
Tell me who is she and why are you laying here with me
Oh, oh

Tell me what is lipstick doing on your collar
Don't try to say that it's mine
'Cause I heard that old line
You can't run that one on me

You've know all along, you've been around
You don't know how to cheat
'Cause it's all in front of me
Even someone blind could see, so tell me

What cha thinking 'bout, what's on your mind?
Baby don't keep wasting all my time
'Cause your body's here but I know
That your mind is on somebody else
It's feelings you can't hide

Baby I'm not afraid to be alone
So pack your things, it's time for you to go
'Cause your body's here but I know
That your mind is on somebody else
I got to let you go

If you wanna to be a player
Then bye, bye, see you later
'Cause I don't want you
I'd rather be alone

What cha thinking 'bout, what's on your mind?
Baby don't keep wasting all my time
'Cause your body's here but I know
That your mind is on somebody else
It's feelings you can't hide

Baby I'm not afraid to be alone
So pack your things, it's time for you to go
'Cause your body's here but I know
That your mind is on somebody else
I got to let you go

What cha thinking 'bout, what's on your mind?
Baby don't keep wasting all my time
'Cause your body's here but I know
That your mind is on somebody else
It's feelings you can't hide

Baby I'm not afraid to be alone
So pack your things, it's time for you to go
'Cause your body's here but I know
That your mind is on somebody else
I got to let you go

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Pack Your Things And Go - Lyrics - The Softies

Title: Pack Your Things And Go
Artist: The Softies
Composer(s): Rose Elizabeth Melberg, Jennifer Anne Sbragia

Lyric:
Where are you off to this time?
I promise I'm not chasing you
No one's demanding your loyalty
I just thought that maybe this time
I'd come too

Just when I need you
You pack your things and go

You made promises you didn't always keep
But I guess that's what youth is for
I give you presents but you throw them all away
I've been under the impression that I mattered to you more

Just when I need you
You pack your things and go

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Rain - Lyrics - Candlebox - Candlebox

Title: Rain
Album: Candlebox
Artist: Candlebox
Composer(s): Kevin Colin Martin, Scott Mercado, Peter Andrew Klett, Bardi David Martin

Lyric:
Well I woke up one morning
Seen my baby fly away
Sugar don't go
She said I don't be treatin' her
Right by the things I say
Sugar don't go
I feel I'll be left alone
And I'll cry all alone
Oh in the rain

Early one morning
I packed her bags
She said she gotta leave me now
I've done her wrong
I said baby
I'm gonna change
Gonna change for the better
Sugar don't go
You can't be leaving me all alone
'Cause I'll cry all alone
In the rain
In the rain
Oh in the rain
In the rain

Sugar go
Sugar go you leave me alone
And I packed your bags
You've got your plane on the raid
I said oh why'd you leave
Oh why'd you leave
You gotta leave me alone
I'm feeling sad
I'm feeling sad
You gotta back off
Baby you treat me
Baby you treat me
My life and I could take my mind I lose it
What I have
Is what I have
Is what I give to you
And I feel I'm gone
I've been crying

What you gonna do
Who you gonna see
Where you gonna pack your bags
And where you gonna stay
Say where you gonna go
Who you gonna ho'
Where you gonna lay your hat today
I said what you gotta change what you gonna do
Where you gonna lay your mines down
What you gonna do
What you gonna take
Where you gonna go baby
Who you gonna stay with me again

I said move it on
Oh won't you move it on
You gotta move it on
Hey, move it on
On down the line
Well down the line
On that line
I said pack your bags now baby
You gotta move it down the line

I said I wanna tell you
Say, what you gonna do
Who you gonna see
Where you gonna ho' your ass out all over town
Baby, where you gonna go
Who you gonna see
What you gonna do with your time
I said what you gonna do
Who you gonna take
Where you gonna lay your hat down
Where you gonna call your home
Where you gonna go
Who you gonna see
What you gonna do with your time

I said move it on
Oh won't you move it on
You gotta move it on
Hey, move it on
On down the line
On down the line
On that line
Said move it on down the line
Said move it down

What you gonna do
Where you gonna stay
Who you gonna ho' your ass out
Baby, where you gonna lay your hat today
Said, what you gonna do
Who you gonna see
Where you gonna go and spend your time to be
Baby
What you gonna do
Who you gonna see
Where you gonna go
When I set you free

I said move it on
Oh won't you move it on
You gotta move it on
Hey move it on
On down the line
Said down the line
On that line
Said move it on down the line
You gotta move it on down the line

Oh baby
I said baby
I said baby
I said baby
I said baby

You gotta move it on down the line
And take your time baby
Gotta pack your bags and go today momma
What you gonna do
Who you gonna see
Where you gonna lay your hat and call your home
I said baby
I said baby
I said baby
I said what you gonna do you with your time now woman
You got asked to leave
Pack your bags you gotta go
Got asked to leave
Pack your bags, you gotta go

Where you gonna go
Who you gonna see
When you lay your hat down tighter
I said move it on
I said move it on
I said move it on
I said move it on down the line
Oh woman, you gotta take it
You gotta take it
Take, yeah
Take your time
Take your time to make up your mind now baby

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Sets Go Up - Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Title: Sets Go Up
Album: Reality Check
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Scott Spencer Storch, Damon Grison

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Lyric:
(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us
Fuckin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush
I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugs
Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was
Yeah, a nigga did some shit back in the days with the pack
Like in your hood, when you was out there gettin' paid with the crack
You get the fuck when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep
But if a ricochet hit you, you better pop yo' heat

Yeah, you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me
Quit eyeballin' a nigga down 'fore you get shot homie
You don't wanna know what I've been thinkin' up
You better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill
'Cuz I've been drinkin'
'Cuz we see a light and everything ain't great
It's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya know
I'll throw a nigga fucked up with his revenues
I'ma tell you four fuckin' things I'ma never do

(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

From the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New Orleans, see I'ma rep that, 'cuz these my peeps
You could pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets
Have you talkin' to this and that nigga and showin' your teeth
Walkin' 'round you like you took care and you handled your beef
Pissed off 'cuz your hoe wanna come talk to me

To show me the little gift that she done bought for me
I take it back to when the big timers was pushin' the size
When niggaz wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs
We cop Adidas, ghost town and Anita's used to be packed
And rumors started poppin' and it started to crack
We used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the back
We had four rules in life and I can promise you that

(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

Now why you muggin' a nigga? Let that bitch go
Let her bounce with a gangsta out six coat
Let her wil' out and flick it off a disco
Let me gas up, dick her down and get ghost
Ain't trickin' for the vagina, I like to get throat
Yo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in here and lick toes
Good girls love G's, that's how the shit go
That's why niggaz need to tighten up and get low

I know you heard of, I'm gettin' doe
Let me check my palm pilot, I'm gettin' hoes
Let me check my squad' wallets, we gettin' close
My squad up in the crowd wilin', they spittin' more
Drive by in the '5-5, forget a '4
Five, five and another five, we get a show
Fifteen and another five, you'll get some blow
You hustlin' your block, pop and you get some more

(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin' at these bitches

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up

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M - Lyrics - Colour Moving And Still - Chantal Kreviazuk

Title: M
Album: Colour Moving And Still
Artist: Chantal Kreviazuk
Composer(s): Chantal Kreviazuk

Lyric:
They must mean business
To say there's nothing worse
Then to let your precious love child
Leave the planet first

'Cause, oh whoa whoa
They've gotta just let her go

All the things that you swear you're gonna do
Reservations on the next train to the moon
Pack your things 'cause there ain't no time to lose
And all the things you never

So I think we're gonna have to record her
Sometimes against her will
We're gonna keep her alive with black and whites
Color moving and still

And then, oh whoa whoa
We've gotta just let her go

All the things that you swear you're gonna do
Reservations on the next train to the moon
Pack your things 'cause there ain't no time to lose

Let her go
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go

All the things that you swear you're gonna do
Reservations on the next train to the moon
Pack your things 'cause there ain't no time to lose

All the things that you swear you're gonna do
Reservations on the next train to the moon
Pack your things 'cause there ain't no time to lose

No time to lose
No time to lose
No time to lose

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Sons Of The P - Lyrics - Sons Of The P - Digital Underground

Title: Sons Of The P
Album: Sons Of The P
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): Ron Brooks, Gregory Jacobs, Bernard Worrell, William Earl Collins, George Jr Clinton

Lyric:
So you've come from a long ways to go
Endowed with the flow and the destinies to grow
Into what you've come to be, the sons of the P
As it is so shall it be the max

If being is what it's all about
You as I as we, be maximum is
All that can be you be, sons of the P
Graduation is upon you

Relax your mind and let your conscious be free
Relax your mind and let your conscious be free

Release your mind and let your instincts flow
Release your mind and let the funk flow
Release your mind and let your instincts flow
Release your mind and let the funk flow

Release your mind and let your instincts flow
Release your mind and let the funk flow
Release your mind and let your instincts flow
Release your mind and let the funk flow

We are here to let you flow
Raise your hands and let 'em go
We are here to let you flow
Raise your hands and let 'em go

So we go, portfolio dolio
Dodio doe, sons of the flow
Portfolio dolio
Dodio doe, sons of the flow

Some say we're the sons of the preacher
Some says we're the sons of the prophet
But most of all we need the funk, got to have the funk
We are the sons of the P

So we go, portfolio dolio
Dodio doe, sons of the flow
Portfolio dolio
Dodio doe, sons of the flow

We are the sons of the P

Your present state of mind, you're happiness
You're spiritual creativity will be at its best
But first we must undress the clothes of society
Oh yes, we must undress the clothes of society

We're pulling down the pants to your mind
This time we'll make love to your intellect
The people in control are working very hard
To keep your natural desires in check

The things we bring will scatter sunshine
In those times of rain
So enter near and have no fear
And we'll set free the pain
Take me away, let me fly

Some say we're the sons of the preacher
Some says we're the sons of the prophet
But most of all we need the funk, got to have the funk
We are the sons of the P

Never bringing a short to you
A new candle wax for your jeep, doo doo
What you like as long as it's hype alright
And the doctor said you don't need a thing

We are here to let you flow
Raise your hands and let 'em go
Yes, we are the sons of the P
Take me away

And as you have grown into
What you and only you can be
Sons of the P
Go forth and funk 'em

Pack your bags, we're gonna take a trip
Don't watch your intuition, let your thought waves slip
To another level where the funk is fat
If I toast to the rhythm would you drink to that?

I won't try to judge, just letting you know
We need more sun if the P's gonna grow
We need more sun, sons of the flow
Portfolio dolio

'Round and 'round, and 'round and around
So you've come from a long ways to go
Endowed with the flow and the destinies to grow
Into what you've come to be

And only you can be sons of the P
As it is so shall it be the maximum izness
Graduation is upon you, go forth and funk 'em
Fuck 'em, just to see the look on their face

Some say we're the sons of the preacher
Some says we're the sons of the prophet
But most of all we need the funk, got to have the funk
We are the sons of the P

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If I Could Go - Lyrics - Animal House - Angie Martinez

Title: If I Could Go
Album: Animal House
Artist: Angie Martinez
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Cynthia Loving, Angie Martinez, Jamar Austin

Lyric:
Yeah
(Oh yeah yeah)
Yeah
(Come oh, woo, come on, uh)
If I can go, with you hey
(Uh yo, yo, uh)

If I can choose a place to go it gotta be far away
From here we could crossover like hard away
Somewhere outside the States where tommorow's like today
And I'm out in a space where nobody else can stay
And, if I can go, with you
Then I'll go get the ticket right now if that's cool
Have you ever been close to feelin' like leavin' the coast too
Feelin' like leavin' with somebody who?

Hold you the right way while watchin' the night fade
Make you feel like you right back in the ninth grade
When you know what he likes and what he might say
And you try to be calm and answer in nice ways
And, if I can go, with you
Way out the States no two ways and no page
No cells and no trace, and you just a phone call away
So all I got to say is

If I can go, Contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say
"Baby Vamos", we'll fly away, like there is no, no tomorrow
If can go, Contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all
I'll get my things, soon as you say, "Baby Vamos", we'll fly away

And, if I can go, with you
Oh boy we 'bout to make a lot of people annoyed
In Croix you better know I know how to sneak with them toys
And boy with the block since around 94 boy
And, if I can flow, with you
Huggin' tattoo after the studio I roll with you
I send Dutch and three other goons to go get you
Sacario the name hold weights the whole issue

Grown men keep on cryin' get mo' tissue
The way me and this girl be rhymin' it's so official
Them I'm takin' a trip too with no pistols
'Cause everything peace only sand no streets
Little Miami heat that's the plan we'll see
Two cups, one in Senado one in Sand Beach
And, I'll think I'll go, with you
So tell the station you need a week back to you, c'mon

If I can go, Contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say
"Baby Vamos", we'll fly away, like there is no, no tomorrow
If can go, Contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all
I'll get my things, soon as you say, "Baby Vamos", we'll fly away

You can fly away, no one has to know
Will you take me with you, 'cause if I can go
Soon as you say the word, we'll be on our way
To a foreign place, you got to tell me

Yo, uh, so now that we got a plan are you comin? We could plan a week
The only question now is Laguardia or Kennedy?
And a seat, know why? The window 'cause I like to see
And seein' as to how I'm so fly me and the clouds can speak
And, since we 'bout to go, in a few, go 'head
Oh, I just wanted to tell trace thank you
That week off I'm grateful what was you tryin' to say boo?
Nuttin' just grab my chain off the table and two way too

Okay, that little place it's a great move
But ain't no problems, unless the water don't stay blue
And the shop's there?
If they don't got 'em, they don't make 'em true
No concrete just sand, throw away your shoes
Now, that we are on, our way
And our bags is packed and the car service is not late
Everything's okay, so I guess I catch you on the next track
Now I don't gotta ask

If I can go, Contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say
"Baby Vamos", we'll fly away, like there is no, no tomorrow
If can go, Contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all
I'll get my things, soon as you say, "Baby Vamos", we'll fly away

If I can go, Contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say
"Baby Vamos", we'll fly way, like there is no, no tomorrow
And if I can go, Contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all
Nothing at all, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all

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Go!! (Muthafuka) - Lyrics - Up Close & Personal - Angie Martinez

Title: Go!! (Muthafuka)
Album: Up Close & Personal
Artist: Angie Martinez
Composer(s): Visible Angie Martinez, Redhande

Lyric:
What's this?
Dear Angie
I know we've been together a long time, boo
But I'm writing this letter 'cuz
I really couldn't face you like
It's kinda ill
I gotta a lot of things going on right now
And I met somebody too
So I need a little space ma for real

This mothafucka told me that he'd love me for life
He told me he had my back and I would be his fucking wife
He told me, "No matter what, baby, everything?s gon' be okay"
And now this mothafucka's leaving and he don't think he gon' pay

Think a letter like this gon' kill me dude?
Shit you was lucky, I was real wit you
Shit you was lucky, I was feeling you
Let me tell you what a bitch that's real will do
I remember all the things that we did in my house
Should've never left shit in my house
Get your clothes and your boots and suits, nigga get 'em up out
You would never know what I'm about
When I'm in doubt, I walk away like it's the in thing
Follow all my instincts

The Hennessey in ya blood got ya strong like ginseng
Who the hell you think ya pimpin'? Not me, you can go
I don't care what you leaving me for
If you stay you'll be deceiving me more
Let me see what you do when you can't get your feet on the floor
You didn't think that I would even the score
Through the heat of it all, I was there for you, cared for you
But you never gave the love back, I don't care if you a thug cat
Ain't no mothafucka ever gon' treat me like a rugrat
It's niggas like you that make a bitch wanna wil' out

Put a brick through you windshield
I don't care how your fam or your fake ass friends feel
Since day one I've always been real but you took it for granted, damn it
You got me actin' foul, think you a playa international?
Got your bank card, know your pin number, so I'm cashin' now
On some funny shit, look who's laughing now
I?ma sell all the jewelry you left behind
Me being deaf, dumb and blind
Instead of being two steps ahead, I was a step behind
Thought you never gonna wreck my mind

This mothafucka told me that he'd love me for life
He told me he had my back and I would be his fucking wife
He told me, "No matter what, baby, everything?s gon' be okay"
And now this mothafucka's leaving and he don't think he gon' pay

This mothafucka told me that he'd love me for life
He told me he had my back and I would be his fucking wife
He told me, "No matter what, baby, everything?s gon' be okay"
And now this mothafucka's leaving and he don't think he gon' pay

You messed with my mind, was the worse thing you ever did
I ain't the one for the wedding ring
You're doing this for your benefit, you degenerate
Stab me in the back like a Benedict
But I blame myself for being blind for the scrub type
Should've knew from the getgo
But it's cool, I can live, I can learn, get wise to my life
It ain't hard for me to let go, I'm a strong ass woman
Ain't no way I'm gonna be depressed
Let a nigga try to wear me down

Now the rain is gone, I can see clearly now
Where my mentals at you should fear me now, look really how
Did you think I wouldn't pay ya back, you're a bitch for the way you act
You want to be in the front while I played the back
And you think that I'm gonna be ok wit that?
That's crazy wack, you ain't never wanna help the team
Did things that I felt were mean but I let it all go, never paid it no mind
Even though you tried to fuck with my self-esteem
When you dealt with me, you had things that you never had
Niggas knew I was your better half, now you got a new bitch

Pray to God, hope she know about me
And if not I'm gonna tell her ass
Stella had to get her groove back, nigga move back
Who me, I'm just moving on
Mary J. said the best when said that I'm not gon' cry
Mothafucka thought you'd knew the song
But I'ma leave it alone 'cuz I'm a bigga bitch
Even though another chick'll prolly try to get you fast
He should've died, keep this in mind
Mothafucka, wish I never would've met your ass

This mothafucka told me that he'd love me for life
He told me he had my back and I would be his fucking wife
He told me, "No matter what, baby, everything?s gon' be okay"
And now this mothafucka's leaving and he don't think he gon' pay

This mothafucka told me that he'd love me for life
He told me he had my back and I would be his fucking wife
He told me, "No matter what, baby, everything?s gon' be okay"
And now this mothafucka's leaving and he don't think he gon' pay

I don't care though
You can go now
Pack your shit up
I don't need you

I don't care though
You can go now
Pack your shit up
I don't need you

I don't need you
No, no, no, no, no, no
I don't need you
No, no

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Go Girl - Lyrics - The Boatlift - Pitbull

Title: Go Girl
Album: The Boatlift
Artist: Pitbull
Composer(s): Armando Perez, David Bowen-Patterson, Kenneth Colby

Lyric:
What would the music be without the sounds?
Young Boss, Miss Trina, Pitbull
Let's show 'em how we get down

I party like a rock star
Look like a movie star
Play like an all-star
Fuck like a porn star

Baby, I'm a superstar
Always posted at the bar
Always with a couple broads
Maybe I'm just that, that raw

Dawg, check your resume
I hit somethin? every day
Ask about me and they'll say
That chico run MIA

Pitbull, Young Boss, that?s fire
Go girl, work it out ?til you tired
Just tryin? to pay tuition? Liar
My corner is like HBO's Wire

So please don't play no games
And, baby, don't say no names
And we can do this one more again
Next time you can bring your friends

So get your friends
And I?ll get my friends
And we can be friends
Do this every weekend

We can hit your place
We can hit my place
She?s on my top 8
I bagged her off of myspace

Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl

Shake them dice and roll ?em
Shake them dice and roll ?em
When they ask you what?s that dance?
You say that?s the hustle, man

Girl, I wanna know your name
Girl, who you be?
Don?t care with who you came
Long as you leave with me

What?s you sippin? on?
I?ll buy yo' drink
Get you one of them shiny things
Yo' grill be pink

I see those Jimmy Choos
Those Vera Wangs
I love the way you work
Girl, do your thang

You seen my stunner shades
I?m like a star
My click is full of ballers
We at the bar

So go get your friends
And I?ll get my friends
And we can be friends
Do this every weekend

We can hit your place
We can hit my place
She?s on my top 8
I bagged her off of myspace

Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl

Shake them dice and roll ?em
Shake them dice and roll ?em
When they ask you what?s that dance
You say that?s the hustle, man

Diamond princess
I make ?em bust quick
Man, I pack it up
Like a Mack Truck

Don?t talk about it, boy
Be about it, boy
I got them girls, boy
Turn out your girls, boy

I'm talkin? freak, nig
I?m talkin' freaky shit
?Cause I'm a freaky bitch

So get your friends
And I?ll get my friends
And we can be friends
Do this every weekend

We can hit your place
We can hit my place
She?s on my top 8
I bagged her off of myspace

Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl

Shake them dice and roll ?em
Shake them dice and roll ?em
When they ask you what?s that dance
You say that?s the hustle, man
Are you ready for this?

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Party Like A Rockstarr - Lyrics - Trina

Title: Party Like A Rockstarr
Artist: Trina
Composer(s): Armando Perez, David Bowen-Patterson, Kenneth Colby

Lyric:
What would the music be without the sounds?
Young Boss, Miss Trina, Pitbull
Let's show 'em how we get down

I party like a rock star
Look like a movie star
Play like an all-star
Fuck like a porn star

Baby, I'm a superstar
Always posted at the bar
Always with a couple broads
Maybe I'm just that, that raw

Dawg, check your resume
I hit somethin? every day
Ask about me and they'll say
That chico run MIA

Pitbull, Young Boss, that?s fire
Go girl, work it out ?til you tired
Just tryin? to pay tuition? Liar
My corner is like HBO's Wire

So please don't play no games
And, baby, don't say no names
And we can do this one more again
Next time you can bring your friends

So get your friends
And I?ll get my friends
And we can be friends
Do this every weekend

We can hit your place
We can hit my place
She?s on my top 8
I bagged her off of myspace

Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl

Shake them dice and roll ?em
Shake them dice and roll ?em
When they ask you what?s that dance?
You say that?s the hustle, man

Girl, I wanna know your name
Girl, who you be?
Don?t care with who you came
Long as you leave with me

What?s you sippin? on?
I?ll buy yo' drink
Get you one of them shiny things
Yo' grill be pink

I see those Jimmy Choos
Those Vera Wangs
I love the way you work
Girl, do your thang

You seen my stunner shades
I?m like a star
My click is full of ballers
We at the bar

So go get your friends
And I?ll get my friends
And we can be friends
Do this every weekend

We can hit your place
We can hit my place
She?s on my top 8
I bagged her off of myspace

Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl

Shake them dice and roll ?em
Shake them dice and roll ?em
When they ask you what?s that dance
You say that?s the hustle, man

Diamond princess
I make ?em bust quick
Man, I pack it up
Like a Mack Truck

Don?t talk about it, boy
Be about it, boy
I got them girls, boy
Turn out your girls, boy

I'm talkin? freak, nig
I?m talkin' freaky shit
?Cause I'm a freaky bitch

So get your friends
And I?ll get my friends
And we can be friends
Do this every weekend

We can hit your place
We can hit my place
She?s on my top 8
I bagged her off of myspace

Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl

Shake them dice and roll ?em
Shake them dice and roll ?em
When they ask you what?s that dance
You say that?s the hustle, man
Are you ready for this?

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Girl It'S Over - Lyrics - Jagged Little Thrill - Jagged Edge

Title: Girl It'S Over
Album: Jagged Little Thrill
Artist: Jagged Edge
Composer(s): Brian Casey, Bert Young, Brandon Casey, Gary Smith

Lyric:
Baby you can leave, you can leave, you can leave
'Cause I've been tired of you, even you tired of me
Don't forget one thing, thing
Drop, drop those keys

'Cause I'm not trying to hold you back
So go ahead with all of that
And if you really wanna go, you can go

You already know there's the door, there's the door
It's too bad if you're not for sure, not for sure
'Cause I ain't wanna do it like this
But I'm losing every ounce of self control

You're just too scandalous
You couldn't handle this
Give me back my rings
Give me back my things
Yeah oh no, girl

Oh, you kept listening to them haters
So here's your walking papers
Girl this is over
Give me my things back

You can keep the headaches
Just give me my keys back
You ain't gotta lie no more
Give me my keys back,yeah
We ain't seeing eye to eye, no more

Just give me my CDs
You can keep the movies
Ain't no need to call me
I'm movin' on completely
You ain't gotta lie no more
We ain't seeing eye to eye, no more
No more, no more

If I thought it was me, it was me, it was me
Then I'd be down on my knees sayin', "Girl don't you leave"
But I know that I've done gave it all I got, all I got
I damn near done broke my back
So go ahead with all of that

'Cause if you really, really wanna know
Why I prefer that you just pack your things and go
I tried everything girl
All I got was pain girl
We both know that we need to be through, yeah

You're just too scandalous
You couldn't handle this
Give me back my rings
Give me back my things
Its over

You kept listening to them haters
So here's your walkin' papers
Girl this is over
Give me my things back

You can keep the headaches
Just give me my keys back
You ain't gotta lie no more
We ain't seeing eye to eye, no more

Just give me my CDs
You can keep the movies
Ain't no need to call me
I'm movin' on completely
We ain't seeing eye to eye, no more
No more, no more

I really gotta change my life
'Cause I'm tired of living like this
It seems like all we do is fight
Real love just ain't like this
Can't stay not another night
But you know you're gonna miss my kiss

I hope you have a good life
'Cause I gotta say bye bye
I really gotta change my life
'Cause I'm tired of living like this

It seems like all we do is fight
Real love just ain't like this
Can't stay not another night
But you know you're gonna miss my kiss
I hope you have a good life
We gotta say bye bye bye bye

Give me my things back
You can keep the headaches
Just give me my keys back
You ain't gotta lie no more

We ain't seeing eye to eye, no more
Just give me my CDs
You can keep the movies
Ain't no need to call me

I'm movin' on completely
You ain't gotta lie no more
We ain't seeing eye to eye, no more

Pack your bags, get your things
I can't do it, gotta leave yeah
No more, no more, bye bye bye bye

Give me my things back
You can keep the headaches
Just give me my keys back
You ain't gotta lie no more
We ain't seeing eye to eye, no more

Fade me out, fade me out, fade me out now
Fade me out, fade me out, fade me out,now
Fade me out, fade me out, fade me out,now

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Here Comes Kane, Scoob &Amp; Scrap - Lyrics - Big Daddy Kane

Title: Here Comes Kane, Scoob &Amp; Scrap
Artist: Big Daddy Kane
Composer(s): Color Me Badd Antonio Hardy, Osten Harvey, Ernest Kelley, Hamza Lee

Lyric:
Surprise, guess who's on the rise?
And competition, I'm takin', and breakin' 'em down to size
I operate around the clock like city bus
Never take five 'cause yo when you rest, you rust

Be advised, that I pack heat for beef
I'm knockin' brothers out the box, and knockin' out teeth
Twenty-one years young and I got the knack
(You got it!)
To attack and scoop girls like a set of jacks

Ruff rhymes that rag any rap herb
Built by the best to bust swerves like a sharp curve
Fifty percent on wax, no matter of fact
Every nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack track

Twice as nice, but smooth as silk
Somebody writin' for Scrap, is like givin' a cow milk
I release to make it hard for the fellas to cease
'Cause I'm the type to make noise, I don't make peace

Here's a new jack, ready to swing
And bring the hype type of freestyle rhyme for the crowd to sing
Some say there's a party but it looks like a job to Scrap
I catch bodies with a nickel-plated rough rap

Me and [unverified], we run together through the city
The nitty gritty, always together like titties
By any chance that I do get burnt
You better believe that I'm comin' back, just like a tax return

Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go

Move over to the side, let a slim brother wreck it
It's that Scoob Lover kid, so pull up a chair and check it
When I get wild like Heathcliff, or Dennis the Menace
It's like food to a fat man, finished

I bust your head like a apple
(A apple)
And pour the blood in a jar, tell your moms that it's Snapple
And wait around my way for your crew, who's next
'Cause I be lookin' out my window with a nine like Malcolm X

There's no comp, they all got stomped so
Dream on, dream away, well okay
And play like Shante and Have a Nice Day
I drop rhymes that go boom
(Boom)

And I can get funky like a high school locker room
Don't even think that I'm country country bamma
Scoob is hittin' harder than a heavy heavy sledgehammer

I rock songs to make your grandmother dance
My rhymes are more together than a girl in biker pants
I'm never backed up, I never once had a fronter
Boy I get more beeps than a roadrunner

I never sweat the girls when it comes to a phone call
I got things sewn up tighter than a football
So skip to my loo or get stomped by my crew
Brooklyn's in the house and ain't a damn thing new

Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go

Here comes the Prince of Darkness ready to spark this
And show the people just who is the hardest
Ruff and rugged, kind of similar to a nugget
But yet and still, I manage to keep the groove, smoove

Rebel for wreck them rappers I dissect them
'Cause anything I say on the mic will affect them
(How?)
So bad, they gotta run for shelter
So rappers take flight like they work for Delta

They know I ain't havin' it, styles with no crab in it
Fakin' and flakin' it child, you're sadly mistakin'
'Cause who's a rapper here that Kane rip on the mic
And start flowin', yo yo yo, where you goin'?

That's how they flee from me, the B, the I-G
Damn man, you know my pedigree, huh
The gangsta, murdera, killa to ya
For sure endure to injure him or her

The breaker the taker money-maker never a faker
My lyrics are built like Schwarzenegger
So all my competition gets destroyed
You need to put your weak rhymes on steroid

For you to ever to press up on the mightiest man
to rip a show and flow, provin' that competition can't go
Because I do all, it's easy for you to fall
I move all rappers like my name was U-Haul

Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
And Mister Cee

Well it's the Kane
Bring me on, and ah
Scoob Lover
Bring me on, and ah
Scrap Lover
Bring me on, and ah
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap Scrap Scrap

Well it's the Kane
Bring me on, and ah
Scoob Lover
Bring me on, and ah
Scrap Lover
Bring me on, and ah
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap and Mister Cee

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Ain'T Gonna Cry No More - Lyrics - After The Storm - Monica

Title: Ain'T Gonna Cry No More
Album: After The Storm
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Rodney Jerkins, Nora Payne, Fred Jerkins Iii, Monica Arnold, Lashawn Ameen Daniels

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Lyric:
Mmm, been a long time
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Can I talk to you for a minute?

Inseparable that's how we were
Through anything you were my world
I gave to you, you shared with me
For the love of you I give anything

I would chill with you, you and your crew
And I've not complained 'bout the things you do
But I see it now, how it all went down
I can't take no more, don't want you around

Never told me the whole truth
Never wishing that I knew the real you
How could you do this to me?
Never hurt so much, I see
Plans I made for you and me, they can't be
These are the last tears that you see from me

'Cause I ain't gonna cry no more
'Cause I'm sick of you hurting me
Ain't gonna cry no more
Because you don't deserve me
I ain't gonna cry no more
Pack your stuff up and leave
I ain't gonna cry no more
'Cause I'm tired of you and me and she

And now I can't believe all the things you did
All your secret trips just to see your kids
What about the crib that I've never been?
'Cause that's the one that she lives in

But soon you see 'cause the man is not in
Your love affair will soon be forgot
And you will miss me but I won't miss you
You can pull the key 'cause now we're through

Never told me the whole truth
Never wishing that I knew the real you
You didn't have to do what you did to me
You want her so now I see
Plans we made for you and me, they can't be
These are the last tears that you see from me

I ain't gonna cry no more
'Cause I'm sick of you hurting me
I ain't gonna cry no more
Because you don't deserve me
I ain't gonna cry no more
Pack your stuff up and leave
And don't forget to leave my key
I ain't gonna cry no more
'Cause I'm tired of you and me and she

Used to think that you and me were in love, for sure
But I was wrong 'cause you led me on
But now I found I'm cool without you around
You gotta bounce, I'm tired

I ain't gonna cry no more
'Cause I'm sick of you hurting me
I ain't gonna cry
It's not the fact that it's your baby
But it's the fact that you lied and it hurt me
Pack your stuff up and leave
'Cause you don't mean me no good
Foolin' everyday

So when you meet another guy
And he's all in your life
Make sure that you try
And he's your able guy, oh, no
I, oh, oh, no, no, no, no

I'm sick of you
I'm through with you
I'm done with you
Tired of you
I'm no one to go
I'm tired of your lies
I ain't gonna cry no more

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Big Things - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: Big Things
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin, Michael Masser, Nasir Jones, Alvin West

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Lyric:
Get yours nigga 'cuz I'ma get mine in due time
Everybody a-shine, get yours, I spray nines
I say this one time, the last time, I swear to y'all
I'm from where the dope fiends is at and killas crawl

And snitches call police, all these niggas and street
Corners everybody's like smokin' marijuana and
Snuffin' niggas in faces and startin' drama and
Shootin' niggas in cold blood, just kill 'em, so what

With the fo' pound go nuts
Betta slow up, before you get your ass on up
Nigga never gonna grow up
Drinkin' the Henney but he know he gon' throw up

Tryin' to make crack sales
What it look like? Future for a black male
Don't want to make my momma cry
On a front page for a homicide

Fly whips, all I wanted to drive
Where chicks get blunted and then ride
Do a 105 in the fast lane
And a fast pace, chasin' the papes

Spendin' chips on big chains
And the dimes that give brains
That was a 80's and 90's thing
Now, I'm into big things

Nah, I ain't fuck with you
Now, I'm into big things
Gotta get my life together man
'Cuz now, I'm into big things

Nah, I ain't gonna rhyme wit you
'Cuz now I'm into big things
You know I can't do that shit no more
'Cuz now, I'm into big things

Nah, I can't fuck with you
I'm into big things
Nah, I ain't gonna stand on the corner
I'm into big things

Now, the talk is small talk
I'm into big things
I'm into big things
The big things, the big things

When I started this, all I wanted was cars and cribs
Like other rap artists
But do I know where I'm goin' to?
Can I forget when I came from? I be showin' you

Another style I'ma flow for you
Can I make somethin' wild I can throw for you? Flow for you?
Make it bi-coastal, take it to heights
That some of y'all can't come close to?

Some of y'all want to talk like hoes
Worse than bitches
And when y'all niggas see me blow
Bet it hurt like stitches

No competition, I stop and twist 'em
Hit 'em like a mafia proposition
I'm glad y'all stopped and listen
Thinkin' back to when I had not pot to piss in

Look up at a nigga nod, rocks are glistenin'
Can't stop my mission, make anotha LP drop
I'm hittin' with the new shit exclusive

No time to get caught up in a crime
I ain't have shit to do with
Used to chase the hoes, now, I chase the dough
Is y'all bitches gonna help me get paper? No

Nah, I ain't fuck with you
Now, I'm into big things
Gotta get my life together man
'Cuz now, I'm into big things

Nah, I ain't gonna rhyme wit you
'Cuz now I'm into big things
You know I can't do that shit no more
'Cuz now, I'm into big things

Nah, I can't fuck with you
I'm into big things
Nah, I ain't gonna stand on the corner
I'm into big things

Now, the talk is small talk
I'm into big things
I'm into big things
The big things, the big things

I go past y'all, y'all got the glass jar
And when I hit it, admit it, y'all on y'all ass y'all
We on the same team, you don't wanna pass the ball
Chuck and gun up the dough

You want to score but you really don't want to ball
I put you on, it was me that introduced you to wealth
Crossin' me is like shootin' yourself
Wanna blow so fast now do it yourself

You ain't shit, now, you was so ill, why you never came out?
Where ya clique now? Where you sit now? In the back seat
Mad 'cuz I flip styles and I pack heat
Make you run laps like a pro athlete an' I done that

From my experiences, I appear relentless
Take more time just to hear my sentence
I'ma tell you what's real
An' what could stop you from makin' a mil
You could prevent this

When niggas don't see eye to eye to you
Lie to you, wanna get high wit you
Want to eat food off of your labor
And take food off your table

'Cuz they don't see your vision
Don't understand your mission
Is to make history, while you here
How long you plan on livin'?

Not for forever, at least to 140
Pray for me, I'm tryin' to eat
Like the niggas who bought
Motown on Berry Gordy
Good God

Nigga, I'm tired of games
I'm into big things
Gotta get my life together man
'Cuz now, I'm into big things

Now, the talk is small talk
'Cuz now I'm into big things
I'm into big things
The big things, the big things

Man, we already did that
Now, I'm into big things
No time to get sidetracked
Now, I'm into big things

Get money now besides that
Some more big things
I'm into big things
The big things, the big things

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Samsonite Man - Lyrics - The Diary Of Alicia Keys - Alicia Keys

Title: Samsonite Man
Album: The Diary Of Alicia Keys
Artist: Alicia Keys
Composer(s): Alicia Augello-Cook, Erika Rose

Lyric:
I don't wanna do this
Over and over

He's a man so full of style and grace
Any woman be impressed
Takes a smile and paints it on your face
Makes you feel like you've been blessed
Promises things so special
Sees it comin' from a song
Soon as you begin to feel secure, yea
Turn around and he is gone

Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go
Packin' his bags, gotta go
He's a Samsonite man

Maybe he is just a rollin' stone
Wanderin' from here to there
Searching for a place to call his home
Wonder if he even cares
So many years of heartache and pain
Is all you seem to know him for
Is it you or is it he to blame?
Whenever he walks out your door

Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go
Packin' his bags, gotta go
He's a Samsonite man

Where you're always runnin' to, away from me?
If the wind blows you in my direction
You come through to rendezvous
Forget about your good intentions
Leave me lonely and confused
Mister Samsonite pack a bag
That is my suggestion
From here on out you will be leavin'
To my discretion, yea

So I know the game baby
And it will never be the same
No, no no no no
'Cause now I got him

Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go
Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go
Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go
(Now you gotta go)
Packin' his bags, gotta go
(I can't take it no more)
Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go
(It's all I know him for)
Packin his bags, gotta go
He's a Samsonite man

Why don't you just go?
Yea yea, yea yea, woa woa, yea yea
You can't hurt me no more, baby
You can't touch me
You can't hurt me no more, baby
Gotta go, gotta go

{Pack your bag, pack it up
Gotta go, hit the road, Jack
You ain't gotta go home}

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