You Played Yourself - Lyrics - Greatest Hits: The Evidence - Ice T

Title: You Played Yourself
Album: Greatest Hits: The Evidence
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): James Brown, Charles Andre Glenn, Charles Bobbit, Tracy Marrow, Fred Wesley

Lyric:
This is it, dope from the fly kid
The Ice mic is back with the high bid
Suckers you've lost 'cause players you're not, gangstas you ain't
You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot

Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler
High Roller, dead pres folder
Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne
Evil E, turn up the microphone

So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape
Another album to make? Great
Islam turn the bass kick up a bit
Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit

And ride the track like a black mack in his 'lac
Hit the corner slow where the girls are at
And kick game the way it should be done
How you gonna drop science? You're dumb

Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me
At school you dropped Math, Science and History
And then you get on the mic and try to act smart
Well, let me tell you one thing, you got heart

To perpetrate, you're bait, so just wait
Till the press shove a mic in your face
Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D
Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy

And they ask you about the game you claim you got
Drop science now, why not?
You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot
How'd you get into this spot?

You played yourself
Yo, yo, you played yourself

I'm no authority but I know the D E A L
When it comes to dealin' with the females
What you got they want, cash is what they need
Slip sucker and they'll break you with speed

But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out
Spendin' money's what I'm talkin' about
But you fool out, your pockets got blew out
And after the date, no boots, you got threw out

Mad and shook 'cause your duckets got took
Call her up, phone's off the hook
But who told you to front and flaunt your grip?
You can't buy no relationship

You played yourself
Yo, homeboy, you played yourself

I'm in the MC game, a lot of MC's front
And for the money they're sell out stunts
But they claim that they're rich and that they keep cash
Yo, let me straighten this out fast

Two hundred thousand records sold
And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold?
You better double that, then double that again
And still don't get sooped, my friend

You think you've made it, you're just a lucky man
Guess who controls your destiny, fans
But you diss 'em 'cause you think you're a star
That attitude is rude, you won't get far

'Cause they'll turn on you quick, you'll drop like a brick
Unemployment's where you'll sit
No friends 'cause you dissed 'em too
No money, no crew, you're through

You played yourself
That's right, you played yourself
You played yourself
Yo, yo, you played yourself

You got problems, you claim you need a break
But every dollar you get you take
Straight to the dope man, try to get a beam up
Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up

Another way to get money for a jumbo
When you go to sleep you count five O's
Lyin' and cheatin', everybody you're beatin'
Dirty clothes and you're skinny cos you haven't been eatin'

You ripped off all your family and your friends
Nowhere does your larceny end
And then you get an idea for a big move
An armed robbery, smooth

But everything went wrong, somebody got shot
You couldn't get away, the cops roll, you're popped
And now you're locked, yo, lampin' on Death Row
Society's fault? No

Nobody put the crack into the pipe
Nobody made you smoke off your life
You thought that you could do dope
And still stay cool? Fool

You played yourself, you played yourself
Ain't nobody else's fault, you played yourself

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Played Yourself - Lyrics - Back At One - Brian Mcknight

Title: Played Yourself
Album: Back At One
Artist: Brian Mcknight
Composer(s): Lashawn Daniels, Rodney Jerkins, Fred Iii Jerkins, Harvey Jr Mason, Brian Mcknight

Lyric:
I like that, check it out
Watch out, na na
It's okay, L J
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] F K, Vibrator
[Incomprehensible] come on

All you do is tell me lies
Can't you see I'm not surprised
That you think that I'm a fool, yeah

'Cause you think that no one sees
And you think you're playin' me
I just think that you're confused
You're playin' you, baby

You didn't think that I would catch you
And you didn't know how I knew?
You didn't think your girl would tell on you
You played yourself that way

You didn't think that I would catch you
And you didn't know how I knew?
You didn't think your girl would tell on you
You played yourself that way

She was your best friend in your eyes
But she told me the flip side
Guess she wanted in my life

If you would've seen her plan
Would've known I was the man
That she desired to have
You were too blind to see, yeah

I waited
Long enough for you to throw your cards
But you played it
But playin' didn't get you very far

You didn't think that I would catch you
And you didn't know how I knew
You didn't think your girl would tell on you
You played yourself that way

You didn't think that I would catch you
And you didn't know how I knew
You didn't think your girl would tell on you
You played yourself that way

You didn't think that I would catch you
And you didn't know how I knew
You didn't think your girl would tell on you
You played yourself that way

You didn't think that I would catch you
And you didn't know how I knew
You didn't think your girl would tell on you
You played yourself

I was waiting
You played it
I was waiting
You played it

You didn't think that I would catch you
And you didn't know how I knew
You didn't think your girl would tell on you
You played yourself that way
...

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Hot Like Fire - Lyrics - Irresistible - Jessica Simpson

Title: Hot Like Fire
Album: Irresistible
Artist: Jessica Simpson
Composer(s): Mark Cory Rooney

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Lyric:
Jessica, you are never going to believe
What I am looking at right now
What are you talking about?
You know your man
Mr. Wonderful
The guy you're always talking about

I know he's so hot, right?
Yeah, hot, whatever, okay, anyways
He is all up on that girl, Coop
Coop?
What are you talking about?
Yes, I'm telling you girl he's playing you

Jessica, I'm serious, he is all over her believe
Whatever, I don't believe you
Jess, I swear it's true
I was watching 'em
I can see 'em right now
It's so disgusting
You guys

I'm serious, you better call him up right now
What do I do? What do I say?
I don't know but I'm looking at him
I mean you gotta tell him the truth
You gotta tell him how it is
He's playing me?
He's playing you so bad

You told me that you would always
Be the only thing that I'd ever need
And all my friends that they were never good enough
Be with me

You want me to stay at home
And like a fool, I did for you
Now I see the game that you playin' on me
Oh

You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
'Cause you're hot like fire
Other girls call your cell phone, boy
You can't help yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire

You didn't know she was my best friend, baby
You just played yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
Baby, don't try to run the game on me
'Cause it's plain to see that you're hot like fire
Fire like, fire like, fire

You said you loved me, baby
And never will fall apart
You even told me once that
You've suffered from a broken heart

Made plans to share a summer romance
A dream for two
Just me and you
But now I see what you're really about

You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
'Cause you're hot like fire
Other girls call your cell phone, boy
You can't help yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire

You didn't know she was my best friend, baby
You just played yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
Baby, don't try to run the game on me
'Cause it's plain to see that you're hot like fire

Fire like, fire like, fire
Fire like, fire like, fire
Fire like, fire like, fire
Fire like, fire like, fire

Oh, tell me who'd you think I was
Did you think I was your fool
Maybe you've taken other girls for a ride before
But I got your number

See baby, I can play your game
And you can tell me how it feels
'Cause everything you've ever done to me
Can be done right back to you

"Hello?"

Maybe you thought you could play me
Thought that you would make a little move and fake me
So honey, I don't need to be
Just another quick notch on your belt, not me

I'll never be a prize on your shelf
A real player, you'll never be
You need to run your game
On someone else instead of me

Look at you now, poor baby
You're so through
So tell me how it feels
Now that someone is playing you

You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
'Cause you're hot like fire
Other girls call you your cell phone, boy
You can't help yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire

You didn't know she was my bestfriend, baby
You just played yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
Baby, don't try to run the game on me
'Cause it's plain to see that you're hot like fire

You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
'Cause you're hot like fire
Other girls call you your cell phone, boy
You can't help yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire

You didn't know she was my best friend, baby
You just played yourself
'Cause you're hot like fire
Baby don't try to run the game on me
'Cause it's plain to see that you're hot like fire

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Check Yourself - Lyrics - Temptations

Title: Check Yourself
Artist: Temptations
Composer(s): Otis Williams, Al Bryant, David English, Berry Gordy

Lyric:
By and by, you knew that you make me cry. (By and by, knew you'd make me cry)
And my love for you will never die. (My love will never, never die)
But I had to find out on my own
(Check yourself, check yourself)

Aww, that's what they told me. (Check yourself, check yourself)
I paid no mind. (Check yourself, check yourself)
I kept on breaking hearts, (Check yourself, check yourself)
All down the line. (Check yourself, check yourself)

Sometimes you just got to lose
That's when you pay your dues
I guess I was a fool, I guess I was a fool
To think that you'd stayed so true

Aww, I really played in the game. (Check yourself, check yourself)
I'd always win. (Check yourself, check yourself)
Now the tables turn. (Check yourself, check yourself)
And I'm on the losing end. (Check yourself, check yourself)

Oh don't, feel sorry
I had it coming, it's true
'Cause I'm losing, yes, I'm losing, I'm losing you
Before I go, I'd like for you to know
You've had my heart from the very start
But there's one more thing, before we part
And that's I'm sorry, sorry, sorry to my heart

Aww, I'm on my sad way. (Check yourself, check yourself)
Because I know I'd lost your love. (Check yourself, check yourself)
I'll kick it, like a pass. (Check yourself, check yourself)

But I'll be thinking of
The good times. (The good times)
The bad times. (The bad times)
But good or bad, happy or sad
Of memories. (Memories)
Sweet, sweet memories. (Memories)
Aww, memories are all I have

Aww, that's what they told me. (Check yourself, check yourself)
That's what they told me. (Check yourself, check yourself)
That's what they what they told me. (Check yourself, check yourself)
Hmmm

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Blah Blah Blah Blah - Lyrics - Star - 702

Title: Blah Blah Blah Blah
Album: Star
Artist: 702
Composer(s): Dwight Reynolds, Priscilla Jackson, Jawan Jackson, Laverne Jackson, Kimberly Jackson-Jones

Lyric:
Hey girl, hey, where you been? Ya phone still on?
I been tryin' to reach you, my mans them said they saw you
And I was like, man, I got to call her, man, I got to get at her, man
It's funny that I see you now, girl, you so fine, look at you
Went some, blah, blah, blah, blah

There you go again, talkin' about where have I been
Like I'm your child, it is none of your biz
Shut your mouth, I'm tired of hearing you running your trap
By the way, I forgot to say that your bags are packed

Why you wanna bother me?
Constantly pagin' me, drivin' me crazy
Talkin' that yadi ya
All up in my ear goin'

Blah, blah, blah, blah
Silence I ain't hearin' no more 'cause all I hear is
Blah, blah, blah, blah
Every time you open your mouth all I hear is
Blah, blah, blah, blah

Always tryin' to put me in check, spittin' to me that
Blah, blah, blah, blah
Sorry boy, you played yourself, you sure keep sayin'
Blah, blah, blah, blah

See that house you in, it's your mamas crib
You ain't got your own
Flossin' fakin' bling, Jay Z wanna be
Claimin' money ain't a thang

You ain't gotta lie to kick it
You ain't got shit just admit it
See I'm rollin' high but your passin' by
On the passenger side

Why you wanna bother me?
Constantly pagin' me, drivin' me crazy
Talkin' that yadi ya
All up in my ear goin'

Blah, blah, blah, blah
Silence I ain't hearin' no more 'cause all I hear is
Blah, blah, blah, blah
Every time you open your mouth all I hear is
Blah, blah, blah, blah

Always tryin' to put me in check, spittin' to me that
Blah, blah, blah, blah
Sorry boy, you played yourself, you sure keep sayin'

You wonder why I don't call you
Baby, you're not man enough for me, no, no
'Cause every time you call my phone you just go on and on
Talkin' all that nonsense, I can't take no more

Blah, blah, blah, blah
Silence I ain't hearin' no more 'cause all I hear is
Blah, blah, blah, blah
Every time you open your mouth all I hear is
Blah, blah, blah, blah

Always tryin' to put me in check, spittin' to me that
Blah, blah, blah, blah
Sorry boy, you played yourself, you sure keep sayin'
Blah, blah, blah, blah

Silence I ain't hearin' no more 'cause all I hear is
Blah, blah, blah, blah
Every time you open your mouth all I hear is
Blah, blah, blah, blah

Always tryin' to put me in check, spittin' to me that
Blah, blah, blah, blah
Sorry boy, you played yourself, you sure keep sayin'
Blah, blah, blah, blah

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Hey Fuck You - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: Hey Fuck You
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Craig Everett Curry, Marlon Lu'Ree Williams, Antonio M Hardy, Adam Yauch, Duval A Clear, Nathaniel Wilson, Adam Horowitz

Lyric:
Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book?
Look give it back, you're wicky wack
With your ticky tack calls, didn't touch you at all
I didn't touch your hand man, you know its all ball

You sold a few records, but don't get slick
'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
You've been in the game, your career is long
But when you break it down, you've only got two songs

MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootin' skeet
I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat
You people call yourselves MC's, but you're garbage men
Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen

And if you don't like then hey fuck you!

Come on in, now I read about you up on page six
They was trashin' your ass, it's sad you're getting dissed
Now talk about your face, now don't get pissed
But I suggest you see a dermatologist

I keep that hot sauce hot, not mild and weak
It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak
I've got billions and billions of rhymes to flex
'Cause I've got more rhymes, than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks

Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch
You're hearing me and you're like "Oh my god its Sasquatch!"
I'm walkin' on water, while you're stepping in shit
So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit

And if you don't like then hey fuck you!

So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself

And if you don't like then hey fuck you!

Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting
In the animal kingdom they call it presenting
With the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodle
The truth is brutal your grandma's kugel

Kings County is my stomping ground
The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
So don't ask me to wine and dine ya
I'm from Brooklyn you're from Regina

You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
You're just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am?
With those lies you're telling you look like Toucan Sam
But my style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam

And if you don't like then hey fuck you!

And if you don't like then hey fuck you!

What a looser

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Apocalypse Wow! - Lyrics - Reggie And The Full Effect

Title: Apocalypse Wow!
Artist: Reggie And The Full Effect
Composer(s): James Matthew Dewees

Lyric:
Let's get it on

I think it's been too long
For this to all go wrong
You lost but thought you'd win
I won't try this again

You played yourself in front of me
To save yourself some dignity
And if you die before you should
At least you know that you'll look good

So tell me how's the rest?
I'm fine with second best
It's all that I can say
Not coming back this way

For all the kids you say you hate
But now you say it's only fate
So if you die before you wake
I pray the Lord, you're not a fake

You'll never be ready for me
You'll never be ready for me

So this is how it ends
Redefine all your friends
It doesn't have to be
This way for you or me

You played yourself in front of me
To save yourself some dignity
And if you die before you should
At least you know that'll you'll look good

You'll never be ready for me
You'll never be ready for me

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You Had Me, You Lost Me - Lyrics - Scorpion - Eve

Title: You Had Me, You Lost Me
Album: Scorpion
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): L Jackson, S Jordan, J Calloway, A Davenport, E Jeffers

Lyric:
You had me, you lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

You had me, you lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

How should I start it off, you must have thought me soft
Like it was all good to move on and cross me off
We never shared secrets, we wasn't fucking raw
Helped you when you were down and now you got the fucking gawl

We used to be so tight, we was each others life
You was my husband and no doubt I was your fucking wife
Did anything you ever asked of Eve
You turned out to be a devil nigga I couldn't believe

Sneaking numbers out my phone calling bitches on the cell
What the hell! Clunky bitches one on the scale
I'm like a dime over line, you can't calculate my status
And you fucking with these bitches like my ass wasn't the fattest

Like I didn't dress the baddest any time we surface
Must have been insecure, niggas made you nervous
And I guess it was your purpose to lock me in
But you fucked up, your lucks out but then again

You had me, you lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

You had me, you lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

Used to let shit slide, caught a couple lies
I chilled for real, I mean I called the couple guys
Knew when you was fucking up, I saw it in your eyes
And I guess it was my fault 'cause I put up the disguise

In public we was happy, in home we'd be scrapping
Later we'd be naked, joking, smoking and laughing
Making up to break up, I thought that shit was love
But it wasn't and I learned the hard way soaking in suds

Crying all depressed, not again you'll never catch me
Wishing on a star for some nigga to come bless me
I tried to save it all you ever did was stress me
Pushing all me buttons why the fuck must you stress me

Nigga get a life, go on and find a wife
Get the fuck out my face for I go and find a knife
And you still calling my phone trying to act polite
Asking me for favors now you know that shit ain't right but

You had me, you lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

You had me, you lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

You see me coming don't you, look at you running won't you
Oh you gonna sit there and see me like I want to approach you
Now it's payback, I'm talking way back
To bitches calling hanging up, you ain't no way to save that

To unanswered questions, home in the a.m.
To you out clubbing, forcing me to stay in
Remember okay then it's over no playing
I said it before, I'm about to do it fuck what you saying

To late for apologies, go puff on a pile of weed
Think about this good bitch that's leaving and don't follow me
Moving on, shut you down, now you wanna regret
You could fuck all day but it would never feel like my sex

Played yourself tried to show I cared, you ain't cared
When I needed you the most nigga you wasn't there
And the game is the same comes around goes around
Now hate me forever while the chorus goes around

You had me, you lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

You had me, you lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

You had me, you lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

You had me, you lost me
And now you want me back
You fucked around and played around
And now your feeling sad

Look ma everybody makes mistakes alright

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It'S All Good - Lyrics - Free Yourself - Fantasia Barrino

Title: It'S All Good
Album: Free Yourself
Artist: Fantasia Barrino
Composer(s): Rodney Roy Jerkins, Ricky Lewis, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
The things you told me
I had me open
I gave you something
I gave nobody else

Led me to believe
You had just what I need
Now I see it's game
Guy been dragging my name

You put on a show
(Show)
Kept the music slow
(Slow)
Got all up in my ear
(Ear)
Saying things that I love to hear

Tears came to my eyes
(Eyes)
But I'm not gonna cry
(Cry)
Everything that you ever said
Turned out to be all lies

But it's all good
(It's all good)
Didn't care that you broke my heart
It's all good
(It's all good)
Let you have you hit and run
But it's all good
(It's all good)

You mistake my love for fun
Boy, you played the part just to get to my heart
Let me hurt but it's all good

It's all good
(It's all good)
Didn't care that you broke my heart
It's all good
(It's all good)
I let you have you hit and run
But it's all good
(It's all good)

You mistake my love for fun
Boy, you played the part just to get to my heart
Let me hurt but it's all good

You had her in my car
(Car)
Like she was the star
(Star)
Promised I would be
(Be)
If I satisfied all your needs

I feel like a fool
(Fool)
'Cause I trusted you
(You)
Did what I didn't wanna do
(Do)
Just 'cause you wanted me to

I gave you my, soul and my, just don't know why
Couldn't I recognize, you were about lies

All my girls out there
(There)
Just 'cause he says he cares
(Care)
You can't believe everything that he spits in your ear

But it's all good
(It's all good)
But you didn't care that you broke my heart
But it's all good
(It's all good)
I let you have you hit and run
But it's all good
(It's all good)

Hey, you played my love for fun
Boy, you played the part just to get to my heart
It may hurt but it's all good

(It's all good)
You didn't care that you broke my heart
It's all good
(It's all good)
Took my love for fun
But it's all good
(It's all good)

Hey, I let you have you hit and run
Boy, you played the part just to get my heart
But it hurts, it hurt, baby

To all of my girls that have been hurt
Brush the dirt off 'cause it's all good
To all of my girls that have been hurt
Throw your hands up girl, it's all good

To all of my girls that have been hurt
Brush the dirt off 'cause it's all good
To all of my girls that have been hurt
Throw your hands up girl, it's all good

(It's all good)
Shouldn't let you break my heart
But it's all
(It's all good)
Should've known it from the start

But it's all good
(It's all good)
Boy, you played around with my heart
You just played the part to get my heart
It may hurt but it hurts, it hurts

But it's all good
(It's all good)
You played with my heart
But it's all good
(It's all good)
See Fantasia's from the hood
But it's all good
(It's all good)
(Heart, my heart, it's all good)

To all of my girls that have been hurt
Brush the dirt off 'cause it's all good
To all of my girls that have been hurt
Throw your hands up girl, it's all good

To all of my girls that have been hurt
Brush the dirt off 'cause it's all good
To all of my girls that have been hurt
Throw your hands up girl, it's all good

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Real Talk (123) - Lyrics - Fabolous

Title: Real Talk (123)
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Dwayne Murchison, Terrance Lovelace, John David Jackson

Lyric:
On them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't like these, niggaz, that be feinin' to front
Like they the first to ever put green in a blunt
Look, I don't be meaning to stunt but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' that you seen and you want

But otherwise I'm cool with it
They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool with it
Everybody's gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house with a view of the ocean

The bangers is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't like that but you'll say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that it's his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner with groupies
Ain't a baller 'cause you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties, nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the seas
Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the V's
And the homes look like the spot on the other side of the C's
When they ain't never been on the other side of the p's

I can see through 'em, ya tents are too light
Every sentence you write is far from the truth
You wanna be that nigga you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars or the proof

And now you flash ya' shirt, tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirt bag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every dime sucked you
When they don't even speak to you, never mind fucked you

Ya' hood sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya' house
When ya' mamma won't even give you keys to the house, loser?

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like
Trynna fool the world with a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you blow stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback

They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security, you like unprotected sex
You ain't never fingered a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga

If real recognize real, you'd be a John Doe
You livin' in a closet but call it a condo
I don't member you as a slinger that was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments

Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think it's these hip hop con mans
Studio gangstas is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out, fucka

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk

It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk

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10 Wayz - Lyrics - I Got That Work - Big Tymers

Title: 10 Wayz
Album: I Got That Work
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Byron Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up

10 wayz to a G
Three situations, pay attention to me

10 wayz to a G
Three situations, pay attention to me

Yeah, yeah
Ten
First, ya gotta go get the chips
Scope out the section, tell 'em, "Go get the bricks"
Nine
Then ya gotta find a place to meet
You better bring your heat 'cuz them villains ain't sweet

Eight
Ya better let your chick drop to get 'em
And follow that broad to make sure them people not with 'em
Seven
Don't bring [unverified] around your house
'Cuz you don't want that heat pepper nowhere 'round your house
Six
See how it come back before you start
And if it come short bring back everything you bought

Five
Wait, if lil' daddy on the street
Cut the cake, hit the hood the next day about eight
Four
And if you can't move it all, call your dog
Jam him up, and tell him, "Fool, me and you about to ball"
Three
Split it up, four quarters-a-piece
And if y'all do that everyday, that's fifty-six-a-week

Two
When the money start comin', keep sellin'
Don't buy nothin' special unless you got good credit
One
Make sure you put some money aside
And in a month call the man and tell him, "Bring a extra five"

10 wayz to a G
Two situations, pay attention to me

10 wayz to a G
Two situations, pay attention to me

Ten
Gotta floss everyday of my life
Forget the price, get the ice, hit the club every night
Nine
Buy the ball, let 'em know you a star
When everybody come outside to see the dubs on your car
Eight
They gon' hate, so keep that tool
Scratch off and holler out the window, "Boy, I'm a fool"

Seven
When ya meet, take a broad to plug
And make sure that chic was the baddest broad in the club
Six
Lay it down when you're comin' around, bumpin' the sound
Got the truck touchin' the ground
Five
2000 Range Rover, you see
Leather, wood, television all over it, B

Four
Watch bracelet, wodie, shop daily
Everything them wannabe's got, I played it
Three
Two dice on the block, keep it real
Bet the house that's about two-point-five-mill

Two
Keep cheddar, what you got, I can match it
Ride everything chrome, rock everything platinum
One
Keep shinin' 'til it burn me out
But never ever let the money, baby, turn me out

10 wayz to a G
One situation, pay attention to me

10 wayz to a G
One situation, pay attention to me

Ten
Tell a broad, "Everything for free
You can shop 'til you drop, shorty, all on me"
Nine
Number ten ain't nothin' but a lie
Don't buy the broad nothin', and I'm 'bout to tell you why
Eight
Sell the skank a dream bigger than life
And she gon' stick around for the shoppin' spree, alright

Seven
Tell your broad you know me, and we jam tight
And you like what I like, and you gon' be alright tonight
Six
Nine times outta ten I went out with the broad you with
But that shouldn't stop you from doin' what you do, slick
Five
Then turn to her, tell her you love her, and don't laugh
And if I had a penny, baby, then you got half

Four
What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yurn
And you got it right now and that'll leave a-thousand dollars
To my tax return
Three
At this point, if you love me, you'll make my fantasies come true
And if she say, "What it is?" To sleep with your sister and you

Two
Don't love these [unverified], love yourself
And if you pay attention to this you'll have plenty of wealth
One
I'm done, and I ain't got nothin' else to say
'Cuz I can't think of nothin' to rhyme with this shh
Y'all have a nice day

10 wayz to a G
Good night, everybody
10 wayz to a G
Yeah, yeah, yeah
10 wayz to a G

What?
What?
Now looky here
10 wayz to a G

I gave you three situations and ten ways to deal with it
You see what I'm sayin'
If you apply that to your everyday life
Whether you slingin', you dig ballin' or playin' on broads
You, too, can be scraped
I said scraped, that's right, scraped
See what I'm sayin' and these [unverified]
I mean, we gotta get together, marry yourself, man
'Cuz ain't nobody gon' care 'bout yourself but yourself

Know what I'm sayin'
Go marry yourself, go on a honeymoon, treat yourself
I mean, 'cuz can't nobody cheat on thyself
You gon' be with yourself, but you can't cheat on yourself
You know what I'm sayin'
Man, that's ballerrific, stuntastic
And I like to say one more time, good night, mmm, hmm
And tell myself, "Self, I am so infatuated with you"

Hey, thank you
I'm infatuated with you, too
Good night, self
Good night, good night, Mannie
I love you

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Me & Mr Jones - Lyrics - Back to Black - Amy Winehouse

Title: Me & Mr Jones
Album: Back to Black
Artist: Amy Winehouse
Composer(s): Amy Winehouse

Lyric:
Nobody stands in between me and my man
It's me and Mr. Jones
(Me and Mr. Jones)

What kind of **** is this?
You made me miss the Slick Rick gig
(Oh, Slick Rick)
And thought I didn't love you when I did
(When I did)
Can't believe you played me out like that
(Out)

No, you ain't worth guest list
Plus one of all them girls you kiss
(All them girls)
You can't keep lying to yourself like this
(To yourself)
Can't believe you played yourself like this
(Out)

Rulers one thing but come Brixton
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones
(Me and Mr. Jones)

What kind of **** are we?
Nowadays you don't mean dick to me
(Dick to me)
I might let you make it up to me
(Make it up)
Who's playing Saturday?

What kind of **** are you?
Side from Sammy you're my best black Jew
(Best black Jew)
But I could swear that we were through
(We were through)
I still wonder 'bout the things you do

Mr. Destiny 9 and 14
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones
Mr. Jones
(Me and Mr. Jones)
Me and

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Get Yourself Another Fool - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Get Yourself Another Fool
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Ernest Monroe Tucker, Frank A Haywood

Lyric:
At last I've awakened to see what you've done
All I can do is pack up and run
Now I know the rules, find yourself another fool

You said that you loved me, I was yours to command
Your kind of loving, my heart couldn't stand
You played me for a fool, find yourself another fool

And now, now that we're through
You say, you wished you'd be true
Oh, but deep down in my heart
I know our love could never grow

And now, now that we're through
You say you wished you'd be true
Oh, but deep down in my heart
I know our love will never grow

At last I've awakened to see what you've done
All I can do is pack up and run
Now I know the rules, find yourself another fool

Now I know the rules, find yourself another fool

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You Gets No Love - Lyrics - Faithfully - Faith Evans

Title: You Gets No Love
Album: Faithfully
Artist: Faith Evans
Composer(s): Mechalie Jamison, A Wilson, Faith Evans, Kameelah Williams, Bill Curtis, T Coleman, Michael A Saulsberry

Lyric:
Uh, uh, uh, what?
Yeah, I know it's not too ghetto
I know it's not too ghetto
I said, I know it's not too ghetto

You better check yourself, respect yourself
You better go for self 'cause I flow for self
(You gets no love from me)

I?ll tell you why there's no love
Simply you?re not cool enough
For what we had between us
Don?t you know you lost my trust

People ask me where you been
And I tell them, we're just friends
'Cause it's obvious, it's never gonna work for us
Oh no, oh no, no

Played with my emotions
You?ll gets no devotion, you gets no love
You can get no love from me
You can even be my friend

And you?d gets no love again
Whatever you do it
It will come back and use it
You gets no love

I?ll tell you why we can't hook up
(You gets no love)
'Cause I had about enough
(You gets no love)

Hearin' all the lies you tell
(You gets no love)
Boy, I thought I knew you well
(From me)

People think I own my man
(My man)
They don?t even understand
Because, just because I let you get some

Don?t make it all right
We aren?t even in love
You know that you played

Played with my emotions
You?ll gets no devotion, you gets no love
You can get no love from me
You can even be my friend

And you?d gets no love again
Said, gets no love, gets no love
You gets no love from me

You better rock my shit
Don?t knock my shit
Because I got this shit
To make you cock this shit
You gets no love from me

You better rock my shit
Don?t knock my shit
Because I got this shit
To make you cock this shit

I?m the diva with thought
Everybody rap about
Check it out

Rhymes, I bust 'em
Rappers were my life
Don?t discuss 'em

Boy, you had us fooled
(Had us fooled)
Boy, we had cool relationship
(Cool relationship)
But you couldn?t handle it

Played with my emotions
You?ll gets no devotion
Whatever you do will come back to you
You can?t even be my friend

You gets no love again
Said, you gets no love from me

Played with my emotions
You?ll gets no devotion
Whatever you do will come back to you
You can?t even be my friend

You gets no love again
Said, you gets no love from me

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You Get'S No Love (Remix) - Lyrics - Faith Evans

Title: You Get'S No Love (Remix)
Artist: Faith Evans
Composer(s): Mechalie Jamison, A Wilson, Faith Evans, Kameelah Williams, Bill Curtis, T Coleman, Michael A Saulsberry

Lyric:
Uh, uh, uh, what?
Yeah, I know it's not too ghetto
I know it's not too ghetto
I said, I know it's not too ghetto

You better check yourself, respect yourself
You better go for self 'cause I flow for self
(You gets no love from me)

I?ll tell you why there's no love
Simply you?re not cool enough
For what we had between us
Don?t you know you lost my trust

People ask me where you been
And I tell them, we're just friends
'Cause it's obvious, it's never gonna work for us
Oh no, oh no, no

Played with my emotions
You?ll gets no devotion, you gets no love
You can get no love from me
You can even be my friend

And you?d gets no love again
Whatever you do it
It will come back and use it
You gets no love

I?ll tell you why we can't hook up
(You gets no love)
'Cause I had about enough
(You gets no love)

Hearin' all the lies you tell
(You gets no love)
Boy, I thought I knew you well
(From me)

People think I own my man
(My man)
They don?t even understand
Because, just because I let you get some

Don?t make it all right
We aren?t even in love
You know that you played

Played with my emotions
You?ll gets no devotion, you gets no love
You can get no love from me
You can even be my friend

And you?d gets no love again
Said, gets no love, gets no love
You gets no love from me

You better rock my shit
Don?t knock my shit
Because I got this shit
To make you cock this shit
You gets no love from me

You better rock my shit
Don?t knock my shit
Because I got this shit
To make you cock this shit

I?m the diva with thought
Everybody rap about
Check it out

Rhymes, I bust 'em
Rappers were my life
Don?t discuss 'em

Boy, you had us fooled
(Had us fooled)
Boy, we had cool relationship
(Cool relationship)
But you couldn?t handle it

Played with my emotions
You?ll gets no devotion
Whatever you do will come back to you
You can?t even be my friend

You gets no love again
Said, you gets no love from me

Played with my emotions
You?ll gets no devotion
Whatever you do will come back to you
You can?t even be my friend

You gets no love again
Said, you gets no love from me

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Lay Down Your Weary Tune - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: Lay Down Your Weary Tune
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Lay down your weary tune, lay down
Lay down the song you strum
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum

Struck by the sounds before the sun
I knew the night had gone
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drums of dawn

Lay down your weary tune, lay down
Lay down the song you strum
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum

The ocean wild like an organ played
The seaweeds wove its strands
The crashin' waves like cymbals clashed
Against the rocks and the sands

Lay down your weary tune, lay down
Lay down the song you strum
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum

I stood unwound beneath the skies
And clouds unbound by laws
The cryin' rain like a trumpet sang
And asked for no applause

Lay down your weary tune, lay down
Lay down the song you strum
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum

The last of leaves fell from the trees
And clung to a new love's breast
The branches bare like a banjo moaned
To the winds that listened best

I gazed down in the river's mirror
And watched its winding strum
The water smooth ran like a hymn
And like a harp did hum

Lay down your weary tune, lay down
Lay down the song you strum
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum

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Who'S The Mack? - Lyrics - AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted - Ice Cube

Title: Who'S The Mack?
Album: AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): James Brown, O'Shea Jackson, St. Clair Jr. Pinckney, Fred Wesley

Lyric:
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack

Who's the Mack? Is it some brother in a big hat
Thinking' he can get any bitch with a good rap?
Rollin' in a fucked-up Lincoln
Leanin' to the side so it looks like he's sinkin'
Into that leopard interior
This nigga think every girl's inferior
To his tongue, get a dumb bitch sprung
As she's sellin' more butt
Don't even get a cut of the money

His name is Sonny and he know to play
And hope to God that he don't find a runaway
That's lookin' to become a star
He'll have your ass in and out of every car
With every on and Rick, suckin' every John's dick
Come short of the money, get your ass kicked
You don't like it but you still call him hunk
Last night the nigga put ya ass in the trunk
You wanna leave but Sonny started talkin' fast
And it make you wanna go and sell more ass
He's getting rich, you his bitch and it's like that

Now ask yourself
Who's the Mack?
Who's the Mack?

It is that fool that wanna pump the gas?
Give you a sad story and you give him cash
He start mackin' and mackin' and you suckin'
Quick to say, "I'm down on my luck"
And you give a dollar or a quarter and he's on his way
Then you see his sorry ass the next day
Are you the one gettin' played like a sucker?
Or do you say, get a job, motherfucker?

Everyday the story gets better
He's wearin' dirty pants and a funky-ass sweater
He claims he wants to get somethin' to eat
But everyday you find yourself gettin' beat
He gets your money and you run across the street
Don't look both ways 'cause he's in a daze
And almost get his ass hit for the crack
Now ask yourself, who's the Mack? Who's the Mack?

Is it that nigga in a club askin'
"Have you ever been in a hot tub?"
I know the game so I watch it unfold
When I see the boy picked to your earlobe
He's talkin' shit and you crack a smile
When he tell you that he can go buck wild
For a girl like you and make it feel good
You know it's drama but it sound real good

He start draggin' and hopefully he can start taggin' the pussy
So he can keep braggin'
He say, "I'm 'a leave, baby, can you go with me?"
You wanna do it but you feelin' like a H O E
You grab his hand, you leave and it's over
'Cause the nigga ain't nothin' but a rover
You knew the game and you still ended up on your back

Now ask yourself
Who's the Mack?

Mackin' is the game and everybody's playin'
And as long as you believe what they sayin'
Consider the M A C K and with no delay
They are gonna get all the play
But when it comes to me
Save the drama for your momma
It's Ice Cube and you know that I'm a
Mack in my own right
When it comes to rhyme and rap
'Cause all I do is kick facts

Unlike Iceberg Slimm
And all of them be claimin' P I M P
No, I'm not goin' out that way
I'm just a straight up an' I double G A
Next time u get over on a fool
And you did the shit like real smooth
Thank Ice Cube for givin' up the facts

And ask yourself
Who's the Mack?

Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack

Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack

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Garden Party - Lyrics - Rick Nelson

Title: Garden Party
Artist: Rick Nelson
Composer(s): Rick Nelson

Lyric:
I went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends
A chance to share old memories and play our songs again
When I got to the garden party, they all knew my name
No one recognized me, I didn't look the same

But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well
You see, ya can't please everyone, so ya got to please yourself

And people came from miles around, everyone was there
Yoko brought her walrus, there was magic in the air
An' over in the corner, much to my surprise
Mr. Hughes hid in Dylan's shoes wearing his disguise

But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well
You see, ya can't please everyone, so ya got to please yourself

Played them all the old songs, thought that's why they came
No one heard the music, we didn't look the same
I said, hello to "Mary Lou", she belongs to me
When I sang a song about a honky-tonk, it was time to leave

But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well
You see, ya can't please everyone, so ya got to please yourself

Someone opened up a closet door and out stepped Johnny B. Goode
Playing guitar like a-ringin' a bell and lookin' like he should
If you gotta play at garden parties, I wish you a lotta luck
But if memories were all I sang, I rather drive a truck

But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well
You see, ya can't please everyone, so ya got to please yourself

An' it's all right now, yeah, learned my lesson well
You see, ya can't please everyone, so you got to please yourself

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