Proceed With Caution - Lyrics - The New Amsterdams

Title: Proceed With Caution
Artist: The New Amsterdams
Composer(s): Matthew Patrick Pryor

Lyric:
Sober you up
The odds in your favor
But I wouldn't wager anything
The clouds in your ears
Hold off your bets now
It's all going too well

Something has got to give
I wouldn't wait for it
Baby I'll bet it's over due
You're lucky to be alive
So I wouldn't count
On anything

Proceed with caution
From here on in
Proceed with caution
From here on in

Sober you up
The odds in your favor
I wouldn't wager anything
Clouds in your ears
Hold off your bets now
It's all going too well

Something has got to give
I wouldn't wait for it
Baby you'll bet it's over due
You're lucky to be alive
And I wouldn't count
On anything

Proceed with caution
From here on in
Proceed with caution
From here on in

Proceed with caution
From here on in
Proceed with caution
From here on in
Here on in, here on in

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Dizzy With Wonder - Lyrics - Anja Garbarek

Title: Dizzy With Wonder
Artist: Anja Garbarek
Composer(s): Anja Garbarek, Gisli Kristjansson

Lyric:
There were buildings here long ago
But now the blade of grass cuts my feet
I proceed with caution and lay low
Just visible through the trees

Breathing carefully, I crawl up
Onto the surface of tension
I glimpse the rocks from below
What I see will never be mentioned

Dizzy with wonder
I shake my head to clear the view
With a hunger to know
I come to this place to be close to you

Dizzy with wonder
I shake my head to clear the view
With a hunger to know
I come to this place to be close to you
Close to you, close to you
(Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit)

Lit from inside, I go to the switch
I rise quickly from the dark
Through white clouds that I tear apart
Releasing drops of water all over

Dizzy with wonder
I shake my head to clear the view
With a hunger to know
I come to this place to be close to you

Dizzy with wonder
I shake my head to clear the view
With a hunger to know
I come to this place to be close to you

Dizzy with wonder
I shake my head to clear the view
With a hunger to know
I come to this place to be close to you

Dizzy with wonder
I shake my head to clear the view
With a hunger to know
I come to this place to be close

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Turn To Despair - Lyrics - Bullet For My Valentine

Title: Turn To Despair
Artist: Bullet For My Valentine
Composer(s): Jason James, Michael Kieron Paget, Michael David Tomas, Matthew Tuck

Lyric:
Needs to be a revolution
Maybe theirs to be less tension
They become into the nature
Far frustrating

Need some time for recollection
Maybe I don't need this fixing
Need to be a thing to nature
So proceed with caution

I pull my heart from the end
You always took it and broke it over me
You say that I didn't care
How could my dream turn to despair?
Turn to despair

There is temporary redemption
Your demise is my creation
Let me talk into the next one
Talking symbols

We need some hope and recollection
Maybe then there'll be less tension
Take the one and burn the clothes off
Proceed with caution

I pull my heart from the end
You always took it and broke it over me
You say that I didn't care
How could my dream turn to despair?

Push it, go

Time to release the crease in the beast
The blood shed and killing when will it cease
Clenching our fist at the snap of our wrist
Time to get up and get down with the shh

Too much sorrow, no tomorrow
Too much sorrow, no tomorrow
Too much sorrow, no tomorrow
Too much sorrow, no tomorrow

Turn to despair
Turn to despair

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2 Of You - Lyrics - Welcome To The Dollhouse - Danity Kane

Title: 2 Of You
Album: Welcome To The Dollhouse
Artist: Danity Kane
Composer(s): Adonis Shropshire, Wynter Gordon, Aion Clarke, Donnie Scantz, J. Sundance, Kendrick Dean, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
You make me hotter than Jamaica
Proceed with caution 'cause you're dangerous
Maybe it's just conservation
'Cause every minute, boy, I'm trying to savor all

When you're passing by me, I just want to do
Every little thing she wouldn't do for you
How could anyone not fall in love with you
Do something to me I wish that I had you

You're so hot, there must be two of you
Boy, you got me having breakfast in the afternoon
When you take my body up to the moon
If it's feeling so good, it has to be two of you

If you feel me, lemme hear it 1 time
If you feel me, lemme hear it 2 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 3 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 4 times

I don't care about your paper
Or how many gifts you pay for
Don't worry 'bout me bringing the bull-shhh
'Cause this feels too good to funk it up

When you're passing by me, I just want to do
Every little thing she wouldn't do for you
How could anyone not fall in love with you
Do something to me I wish that I had you

You're so hot, there must be two of you
Boy, you got me having breakfast in the afternoon
When you take my body up to the moon
If it's feeling so good, it has to be two of you

If you feel me, lemme hear it 1 time
If you feel me, lemme hear it 2 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 3 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 4 times

Now, let me see your hands up in the air
Yeah, do your dance
Tell me what you came here to see
C'mon and rock me

My name is Aubrey and I'm so cold
My style is flashy, your style is old

'Cause I'm fly as hell with the juicy humps
I don't want your man 'cause I got enough
So don't be mad at me 'cause he be calling my phone
I got my eye on one guy, tell him leave me alone

He likes my personality, one of a kind
I'm so unique, I set the trend you follow me
But this is one brings me to my knees

You're so hot, there must be two of you
Boy, you got me having breakfast in the afternoon
When you take my body up to the moon
If it feeling so good, it has to be two of you

If you feel me, lemme hear it 1 time
If you feel me, lemme hear it 2 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 3 times
If you're with me, lemme hear it 4 times

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Let'S Do It - Lyrics - My Soul - Coolio

Title: Let'S Do It
Album: My Soul
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Artis Jr Ivey, Harold Lee Clayton, Sigidi Bashir Abdullah

Lyric:
Let's do it, get to it
Let's do it, get to it
Let's do it, get to it
Let's do it

Another Saturday night and I'm feelin' kinda slow
I'm down with the flu but I don't want no [Incomprehensible]
Even though I'm thirsty and I'm hungry
I need some Kurathers, beat this but not up in my stomach

I wanna chop your cherry tree, I can't tell a lie
Something's on the rise, what a surprise!
I called up the homies, I said, "Let's go the spot
Where the drinks is cold and the girls ain't too hot"

Now we in the house
But the house is kinda empty
Rats run around the room
But wait, I spoke too soon

Ah, damn, look what done walked in
Pumps and a bump, breath smellin' like gin
Baby, you look good with that blue dress on
Maybe someday me and you can be as one

Let's get to know each other better
I can sing you a song
And you can write me a love letter

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Damn, I'm feelin' frisky
Come and sit down with me
Conversate about hanky panky
And a little dranky wanky

Tell me 'bout your innermost thoughts
Wants, needs and your desires
And I'll tell you about mine
We can spend some quality time

You want a man with vision, who ain't afraid to listen
I wanna mention, I can hit that ass in thirty-six positions
And I just want a regular old fashion high coochie mama
With love for her daddy, anytime he want it

Bring home the turkey bacon and fry it in the pan
Or some filet minon and still let me know I'm the man
I'm the doctor, and you can play the nurse
But we got to have patience even though we hella anxious

Let's take it slow and proceed with caution
'Coz love just don't come 'round here too often
So take my number and we'll get together later
And I'll take yours, I'm out like the L.A. Raiders

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

A few months went by with phone calls and some dinners
Moonlit nights with Marvin Gaye, Dramatics and The Spinners
Top down on the Vette watching California sunsets
And pretty soon we developed that respect that we needed

So we was here to get the relationship heated
And hot and bothered, know what I'm meanin'?
It started slow with some kisses and some touches
A few more weeks went by 'coz we didn't wanna rush it

They say a fast horse don't win no races
And I'm a witness 'coz real winners always take steady paces
Hand in hand, woman to man
I know everything about her and she know everything about me

And we made love for the first time
In the right way, in the perfect state of mind
It's a whole lot mo' than your average bump 'n grind
You better get yours, 'coz I got mine

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Take, take your time
(Take, take your time)
Take your time
(Take your time)
Take your time
(Take your time, get to it)

Take, take your time
(Take, take your time)
Take your time
(Take your time)
Take your time
(Take your time, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby
(Let's do it, get to it)

Let's do it, get to it
Let's do it, get to it

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Wanted: Dead Or Alive - Lyrics - Kool G. Rap &Amp; Dj Polo

Title: Wanted: Dead Or Alive
Artist: Kool G. Rap &Amp; Dj Polo
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, Nathaniel Thomas Wilson

Lyric:
Calling all units, be on the lookout for a Nissan sedan
License plates reads, "K O O L G R A P"
Be alert, suspect is armed and extremely dangerous
And also, he's wanted dead or alive
Find him

I'm wanted dead or alive
I stalk the New York sidewalk
All the girls hawk, but I don't stop to talk
I keep stepping with a nine on my waistline

Got 16 shots and I don't waste mine
Never fess 'cause I'm dressed with a bulletproof vest
Try to test, I leave a bloody-ass mess

Driving a Saab that connects with the mob
Bank job, plenty niggers I rob
Blood stains are on my Ballys
A sucker got rowdy, so I shot him in an alley

Pumped his face full of dum-dums
Then left him for the cast of rats and the bums
Yo, a lot of suckers hate me with a passion
'Cause they know I can catch them one night and I ain't flashing

I got a crazy, big posse or should I say a crew?
Of niggers that belong in the zoo
Watch you spit up, blood when you get hit up
One in the head, making sure you don't get up

This is what happens and nobody can't stop it
Crack heads searching a dead man's pockets
Streets are filled with brothers that kill like Ill ville
They murdered before and they still will

Posse's roar in a drug war
'Cause some believe in death before poor
Shooting galleries for a rich man's salary
Pockets so fat they need dough or low calories

I got an order for another manslaughter
Wear the musty badge like his ass fell in water
I had to run up in the kid's crib
For something he did, I didn't dig the little pig

Anyway I didn't have it
In fact now the little fagot is crawling with maggots
Try to bother the neighborhood godfather
And I'll burn your ass up like lava

Took alive the suckers that tried to get live
I never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive

Unit One, 10-13, suspects in pursuit
Between 7th and Broadway
This is Unit Two, we're closing in
Proceed with caution

Here's the plan, Shannon, you bring the van
Everybody's wearing gloves on their hand
Strictly army suits and long black Timberland boots
I want us all to roll like troops

See now we get the roll on them
'Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them
I want him bagged them too
Cause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew

Shoot a sucker at point-blank range
If he seems like he's acting strange
Dump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels
And we can even take niggers' jewels

Shoot to kill and don't leave no witness
Survivors try to get live and get with this
Snatch up the top man and start slapping him
And put a cap in him and then start wrapping him

Up and pass no time to shiver
Stop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the river
Next stop, blow away that pain-in-the-ass cop
The one that keeps getting niggers knocked

Put an end to his shit and he ain't about making collars
The crooked-ass rookie wants dollars
My man Ron's on the rooftop, waiting to snipe
Two bullets went right through his windpipe

Cold blooded, shot down taking his very last breath
Left to bleed to death
Skip the jive, suckers that try to get live
Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive

Unit One, officer down, in need of paramedic
Unit Three, requesting back-up
I repeat, officer requesting back-up
Yo this is Unit Two

Yo I'm in pursuit of him right now
I got him, I got him, I got him
But when you see him, he won't be alive
'Cause I'm gonna get him

I'm wanted dead or alive
So you better go and pin up posters
Souls are burning like bread in the toaster
You stand in a trance with your pants full of manure
Flesh and blood clogs up the street sewers

Ready to kill some one else and
'Cause I'm wanted dead or alive like Baby Face Nelson
Kick butts, a lot of heart, a lot of guts
And I'm quick to kick a nigger in his nuts

Armed robbery, homicide, third degree murder
Plus shit you never heard of
Come in my face with the he say, she say
And I'mma kick you up your ass like Pelé

One night some kids went for broke
And you can almost choke from the gun smoke
Somebody got robbed and got fed up
So he set up the block to get wet up

One kid got caught down a dead-end street
Gunned him down from his head to his feet
One brother got smoked in a car chase
Through the windshield, a bullet in the face

Left his head wide open like a basket
Went to his funeral, shot up his casket
This is the type of shit on the street I survive
Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive

Latest bulletin, suspect seen approaching West Side Highway
I repeat, all units cease pursuit, cease pursuit
Roadblock is now being set up
Over and out

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Ride Around Shinning - Lyrics - Hell Hath No Fury - Clipse

Title: Ride Around Shinning
Album: Hell Hath No Fury
Artist: Clipse
Composer(s): Writer Unknown Terrance Thornton, Pharrell L Williams, Gene Elliott Jr Thornton

Lyric:
All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous
Float around in the greatest of Porsche's
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses

And the three behind mine they be the click
So much ice in they Rollie's, the *** don't tick, man
Winter through the summer, care less what it cost me
While I'm shovelin' the snow man call me frosty lova

This for the 100,000 dollar kitty German drivers
With big rims and low-pro tires
*** with college *** with innocent looks like Mya
Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars

I groom 'em well, Dior ***, Christian Lacroix
Keep guns stashed under the floorboard
Enough to start world war
Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches

Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, *** 'bout long as Jesus
I still leave speech for Gospel, so match this
Pusha push Don P keys with these sounds of crackness
The black Martha Stuart, let me show you how to do it

Break down pies to pieces, make *** quiches
Money piles high as my nieces
Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of ***
Rolex presidential, ***, feel the glass

All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous
Float around in the greatest of Porsche's
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses

And the three behind mine they be the click
So much ice in they Rollie's, the *** don't tick, man
Winter through the summer, care less what it cost me
While I'm shovelin' the snow man call me frosty lova

It's that luck that astounds, life's a circus
I parade the sick through these clowns
The crown is vacant, I'm takin' the proper steps
I'm takin' them poppa steps, they prayin' for my downfall

Is it the bling, the king, conquistador
That my jeweler made the face blush on the Frank Mueller
The R shape peculiar, it's awesome, layin' over dark skin
Lookin' like arson when I park in the left, it's constant

Minute hand is like Parkinson's
You a fish for the sharks to swim
In that opaque linen with the R colored stitchin'
V12 on a Modena you can see the pistons

HRE's on it, mommy see it glisten
When I make Oliver Twist like Dickens
It's feelin' like parts is missin', tops don't push soul
Got it drive it like pole positions 'til my soul's risen

All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous
Float around in the greatest of Porsche's
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses

And the three behind mine they be the click
So much ice in they Rollie's, the *** don't tick, man
Winter through the summer, care less what it cost me
While I'm shovelin' the snow man call me frosty lova

Welcome to the world of Rollie's
VS diamonds and that 50,000 dollar show piece
Got me shinin', first *** holla show me
Let that 9mm turn a fella ghostly

Hell, I'll even grant amnesty to those who owe me
You *** ***, you need to raise your glass and toast me
*** can't figure the format for hustler criteria
Not chrome, grown rims with stallion insignia

?Listen youngin', you've only just begun
You'll understand when you're older? said father to the son
Who would've thought such riches stem from ill rhymes?
Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs, slow down

And proceed with caution
Carousal of horses with dual-exhaustion
Fess up, youngin' you'll always be next up
Go against I, forever play catch up ***

All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous
Float around in the greatest of Porsche's
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses

And the three behind mine they be the click
So much ice in they Rollie's, the *** don't tick, man
Winter through the summer, care less what it cost me
While I'm shovelin' the snow man call me frosty lova

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Rec Room - Lyrics - Uncontrolled Substance - Inspectah Deck

Title: Rec Room
Album: Uncontrolled Substance
Artist: Inspectah Deck
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Jason Hunter

Lyric:
Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill
Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill
Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill

One-oh-three-oh-four style, kid, yea
For all my D.M.D. rec posse, niggaz
You out there? Is you out there?

I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the rush
A dazzlin' display if you could get close enough
Cold Crush like the four-stinger anaconda
Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor

Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna
Spiderman identity, Peter Parker
Crowd pleaser register off the meter
Vocal street, sweeper bucks shots through the speaker

Pleasure seekers, fifty thou' in the stands
True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands
Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan
Clansman stabbin' the track with both hands

Not a lost soul who falls for fool's gold
I shine like a diamond in the true state of cold
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
Rap with a road block, I might lose control

Hold the globe in my iron palm
One hand holds the firearm on a mission that's life long
Strike calm through the fire like Chaka Khan
World wide on the web without the dot-com

Killa Bees live in the place to be
Burn third degree on the M I C
So deadly goes the catastrophe
And this is the way we crash the party
Say, rec, rec, rec

Yo, Killa Bees swarmin'
Protect ya neck, what's the warnin'?
So, proceed with caution, I walk with my swordsmen
We all in together, Wu-Tang forever gon' win

From Puerto Rico 'cross the caves of Berlin
Echoin' through cell blocks and federal pens
It be the Wu-Tang, you came in when
They left the game mentally and physically bent

What I invent, sharp as barbwire fence
I represent, sure to make a grand entrance
With the deadly lecture, contents under pressure
Inspectah, put your rep in the stretcher

Feather weight contenders surrender
TKO, first round knockout, vets to big spenders
Journey on the mic like Marco Polo
Internal bleedin' occurs to your photo

Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north
It's bloodsport, get rushed for tough talk
But I hold my ground like it's high noon
While police tapes surround the mic room

I jump on a live tune
Provide the boom
Those who consume become faint from the fumes

Killa Bees live in the place to be
Burn third degree on the M I C
So deadly goes the catastrophe
And this is the way we crash the party
Rec, rec, rec

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Crew Of The Year - Lyrics - The Movement - Harlem World

Title: Crew Of The Year
Album: The Movement
Artist: Harlem World
Composer(s): Ameen E Burns, Samuel J Barnes, Mason Betha, Chauncey Hawkins, Jean C Oliver

Lyric:
Yo throw the beat on
Yeah yeah yeah
Trackmaster
Harlem World The Movement
The Commisioner
Cuda Love up above
This shit is not a game
Ya hear me?

Suprise I'm 'bout to blow right before your eyes
Recognize the steelo of this nigga Meeno
First of all there will be no type of discussion
For this money the industry I'm bum rushing
And trusting who? Never that, only crew
And who's my crew? A chosen few that's how I do
So I could walk Harlem days, let it creep Harlem nights
Bum bitches givin' blows, parties and gunfights
Only right, I be the spark that will ignite
Explosions, MIC erosion, niggas is foldin'
And we are holdin' down the track
Proceed with caution, stop your flossin' or see a coffin
Guess what, what? It's really not too often
That I let loose like this, but fuck it
Here's a portion with no endorsement
Doin' what I gotta, to make it hotta
A nigga frontin' hard, so now I gotta blow his spot up
Show 'em I'mma be the one that's gonna blow 'em
Out the box, with the ox, nice to know 'em
Then screw him, like White Castle I ran right through him
Right through him, like I never knew him

Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
Scream it out

Yo, I was sworn, never again to sell drugs
But every now and then, yo, I tend to bust slugs
It's bug, how niggas get rolled up in rugs
Fold up, and dumped in a hole of a dug six feet
You creep, niggas know who the thug
And that's why Loon never showed you no love
You feminine, and don't know the shit you swimmin' in
Fucking with this thing was gentlemen that boost my adrenaline
Cool the momentum and flow, I'm in it for dough
And don't need to gimmick to blow
When I get it you know nigga, 'cause I visit yo' hoe
I hit it befo', I be there hit it some mo'
Y'all niggas on coke. Me? I think your shit is a joke
But y'all find out when the heavy hitters awoke
And opposed to me? Y'all niggas hoes to me
How the fuck you gettin' money doin' shows for free?

Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
(Harlem World)
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
(The Movement)
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
(All Out)
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
(Yeah kid, Harlem on the rise)
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
(C'mon, c'mon)
Scream it out

Yo, now why talk Willy livin' in the tenements?
Why shoot Dominicans then go to the Hill again?
Then again, why repent when I'mma sin again?
Why eat at Blimpies if I could eat in the Bennigans?
Dumb niggas with Timbaland, til they body tremblin'
Messin' with Mase money and they'll be rememberin'
I hate the color green 'less it comes in Benjamins
Is that the same color my brother got sent up in?
You laugh all day but cry the sinner's sin
Stranded on the Island, I don't mean the Gilligan
You thug gentlemen, deep down feminine
'Cause in the pen, change your name to Cinnamon
You speakin' on money and you ain't put a penny in
You gon' float on the same shit they put the penguin in
And my adrenaline won't let me be no Minute Man
'Cause I put my dick in any bitch I could fit it in
C'mon

Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
Scream it out

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Survival Of The Fittest (New Version) - Lyrics - Free Agents: The Murda Mixtape - Mobb Deep

Title: Survival Of The Fittest (New Version)
Album: Free Agents: The Murda Mixtape
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson

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Lyric:
Yeah, sendin' this one out, to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed, without weed, knowhatI'msayin'?
That old real shit

There's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from
You could run, but you can't hide forever
From these, streets that we done took
You walkin' witcha head down scared to look

You shook, 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control

They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rock steady
By the mac one double, I touch you
And leave you with not much to go home wit

My skin is thick, 'cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, puffin' lye relaxin'
New York got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug proof underneath my guess

God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixin' vodka and milk

I'm goin' out blastin', takin' my enemies with me
And if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin' how to act
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back

Or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black
That I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive

Yo, yo, we livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin' it)

We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
(We livin' this 'til the day that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Survival of the fit only the strong)

I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin' to get dough y'know
When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that
As long as fiends smoke crack
I'll be on the block hustlin' countin' my stacks

No doubt, watchin' my back and proceed with caution
Five oh, lurkin', no time to get lost in the system
Niggaz usin' fake names to get out quick
My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces

Illegal world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God
But shit happens for a reason
You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin'

You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult
Wild on the streets I try to maintain
Tight with my loot, 'cause hoes like to run game

Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin' shit
I'm like a Jew, savin' dough so I can big whip
Pushin' a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin' in the projects, forever

Jakes on the blocks we out clever
If beef, we never seperate and pull together
When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings hurt

My crew's all about loot
Fuck lookin' cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
Puffin' L's, laid back, enjoyin' the smell
In the bridge gettin' down it ain't hard to tell, you better realize

We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin' it)

We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin' it)
(The strong survive)

Look in the eyes and get wise
Look alive, in ninety five, word up
Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed
Knahmsayin'? Mobb Deep and all that

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Soul By The Pound - Lyrics - Common

Title: Soul By The Pound
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Ernest Wilson

Lyric:
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man

I'm as bad, bad as Leroy Brown, Brown
Yo, I'm a pro, pro but not a noun, noun
If you got beef, beef, then you'll get ground, ground
Cut up in soul, soul, by the pound, pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown, I'm the round mound
Not a rebound, but like a hound, I get down, down

Never wore a leash but I get loose, producin', somethin'
Fresher than fruits got more soul than combat boots
Diggin' two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers
So amazin' like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
Me go with mi amigo to see the Man named Chico

The legal alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals
Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I freak funk, ooh, the Monkees sayin', "Hell yeah"

Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss on how I walk talk
And dress, they say, "My life's a mess" but I'm straight
Are you straight? If you straight, then I'm straight
Rock me tonight, just for old time's sake

Back to our regularly scheduled program, program, I am so damn flam
I slam a slam, bam, I slam like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud
I'll play librarian, 'cause see I want it quiet in here, I Mark a Markyiana

A bunch of funky uncle Thomases play like Christopher Williams
'Cause I gotta keep my promises to stick to my roots and not dilute
'Cause G this ain't two colors, I'm tired of seein' these
Non rappin' dancin' motherfuckers

Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man

For a record sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go gold
And reach a large scale, sellin' for the pale male
And I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail
And stop drinkin' ale, the booty probably smell
Ain't no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid

Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid
Got doodoo skids on my paper 'cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache
I must ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids actin' black
It's like McDonald's sellin' fatback, get back to your Mac

That stuff is wack with all these dance tracks
I'm hearin rap from anthrax, my time the Caravan cracks
You're wack, that's the only thing that's black scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer
I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups

Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops
I'm wonderin' how the hell they get a deal I still can't see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoever's in charge
It surely ain't Charles but you ain't G in hip-hop, 'cause it's ours

Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man

It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of that I boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
Is stricter, I stick, I stick the stinkin' to a stunk
If soda was a forty dog, then I would be like drunk
If if was a fifth I would lift the fifth and a spliff

It's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the presents
In essence count your blessings, I got a Wesson if you riff
I'm a nigga with soul, my last name should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin' girls heads, just like petroleum get 'em ready to bone me
And then I play custodian and turn off the lights

This is the likes of a ticketing wallowing high jumping radio
Rumping brother got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll take a liter
A chick is a chick that's how I treat her never go pop I'm not a two liter
A true leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow
Whether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto

Wear 'em, no, share 'em, a hoe, I like the girls
The girls I share a life with a bro, 'cause UAC is family
Much tighter than foundations that holds up the walls
So you better proceed with caution

Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound

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Glaciers Of Ice - Lyrics - Raekwon The Chef

Title: Glaciers Of Ice
Artist: Raekwon The Chef
Composer(s): D Coles, Robert Diggs, E Turner, Cory Woods

Lyric:
Yo son we gotta take it and go get the Clarks man
Yo check it out yo
Yo I got a new niggaz don't even know son
Yo check the joint

Boom yo I got a crazy idea how to do Clarks now
Check it out boom this how you freak 'em boom
You go get you go get the cream joints right? Boom
Now now all you all you dye, is this shit right here

Boom, and this, ya know what I'm sayin'? Any color you want
But it'd be like, blue and cream, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Shit like that, niggaz don't even know this stuff
Word is bond I'm a rock niggaz this summer, on the real

Ya know what I'm sayin'? Yo son, I had crazy visions
Check it out check it out check it out, boom
Just imagine if you buy, check it out
Just imagine you bought navy blue, right

A navy blue, a navy blue pair right, boom
Of this, of this shit, ya know what I'm sayin'?
But dye gold top and got cream on top
Then you can have any color like
But you gotta drip it like it's marble cake

Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo

Stand on the block Reebok gun cocked
Avalanche rock get paid off mass murderous services
Chef break 'em, watch the alley cats bake 'em
Watch the alley cats bake 'em

Four-nine made 'em, Jah create 'em take 'em
Quick fast we reflect like the sky be blue true
Wu-Tang saga continue
Grab Myer Lansky crashin' fantasy

Get high fellas, stand by, here's the plan, see?
Sit back collectin' Tecs N checks and
Blowin' slow in a Montaro flexin'
Beats break heavily word to INS bless me

Blow me like three bags of cess
For real from the Killa Hill locked and caged in
We're swarm representatives, reactin' like paid men
Strive for why's, nine lives in lies
Max sell and enjoy the highs, what

The treasure is the glaciers of ice
Orginal man possess the power to hold G's guns and grams
Caker baker pull off a keystone caper
Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd and I'm a scrape her

Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony
Degrees of pulse will increase intensely
Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums
But the battle was won by swords being swung

Slicing with a vocal from the international vocalist
Ya style is too local to fuck with this all fits of antagonists
No assistance movin' motionless mysterious swiftness
Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain

Mental gives the signal to the physical
Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle
Violent temperaments, uncountenance dented
Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
Chumped by the drunken punches that punches the heart
Vital sparks from the arteries start

The treasure is the glaciers of ice original man
Possess the power of hold G's guns and grams
Straight up and down it's all good
Peace to them check castin' chain snatchin' gun flashin'

Niggaz in the hood bubblin' good
Analyze stocks, we'll be buyin' lion heads and cloths
To all my house bitches, starks will be home soon
I'm on tour chill, catch you ninety-six in June

But until then my ten-man team be safe
Chill on the whips to settle this, we can all get laced
Take a boat cruise, sip daiquiris and max swimmin' pools
Fly jewels Wally shoes blow stacks relax kid

Black kids got a cravin' for grapes until we get back
I'm packed leave the Mac that you're with
But whatever, I gotta hit other sides of the Earth
Spread Wuness, foolish, civilization's cursed

But luckily I'm born to be wild and aureal
Move crowds collect twenty thou and then we out
Heavy convoys my crew keep pretty boys paranoid
Blow like a steroid pat Dan's they're Akyroid
My seeds growin' his seeds marry his seeds
That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family

The treasure is the glaciers of ice
The treasure is the glaciers of ice
The treasure is the glaciers of ice
Original man possess the power to hold G's guns and grams
Caker baker pull off a keystone caper
Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd and I'm a scrape her
My seeds growin' his seeds marry his seeds
That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family

It's been a long time
This is the time
It's been a long time
Says Wu-Tang had the chance to shine
It's been a long time
It's been a long time
It's been a long time

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Glaciers Of Ice - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: Glaciers Of Ice
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): D Coles, Robert Diggs, E Turner, Cory Woods

Lyric:
Yo son we gotta take it and go get the Clarks man
Yo check it out yo
Yo I got a new niggaz don't even know son
Yo check the joint

Boom yo I got a crazy idea how to do Clarks now
Check it out boom this how you freak 'em boom
You go get you go get the cream joints right? Boom
Now now all you all you dye, is this shit right here

Boom, and this, ya know what I'm sayin'? Any color you want
But it'd be like, blue and cream, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Shit like that, niggaz don't even know this stuff
Word is bond I'm a rock niggaz this summer, on the real

Ya know what I'm sayin'? Yo son, I had crazy visions
Check it out check it out check it out, boom
Just imagine if you buy, check it out
Just imagine you bought navy blue, right

A navy blue, a navy blue pair right, boom
Of this, of this shit, ya know what I'm sayin'?
But dye gold top and got cream on top
Then you can have any color like
But you gotta drip it like it's marble cake

Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo

Stand on the block Reebok gun cocked
Avalanche rock get paid off mass murderous services
Chef break 'em, watch the alley cats bake 'em
Watch the alley cats bake 'em

Four-nine made 'em, Jah create 'em take 'em
Quick fast we reflect like the sky be blue true
Wu-Tang saga continue
Grab Myer Lansky crashin' fantasy

Get high fellas, stand by, here's the plan, see?
Sit back collectin' Tecs N checks and
Blowin' slow in a Montaro flexin'
Beats break heavily word to INS bless me

Blow me like three bags of cess
For real from the Killa Hill locked and caged in
We're swarm representatives, reactin' like paid men
Strive for why's, nine lives in lies
Max sell and enjoy the highs, what

The treasure is the glaciers of ice
Orginal man possess the power to hold G's guns and grams
Caker baker pull off a keystone caper
Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd and I'm a scrape her

Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony
Degrees of pulse will increase intensely
Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums
But the battle was won by swords being swung

Slicing with a vocal from the international vocalist
Ya style is too local to fuck with this all fits of antagonists
No assistance movin' motionless mysterious swiftness
Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain

Mental gives the signal to the physical
Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle
Violent temperaments, uncountenance dented
Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
Chumped by the drunken punches that punches the heart
Vital sparks from the arteries start

The treasure is the glaciers of ice original man
Possess the power of hold G's guns and grams
Straight up and down it's all good
Peace to them check castin' chain snatchin' gun flashin'

Niggaz in the hood bubblin' good
Analyze stocks, we'll be buyin' lion heads and cloths
To all my house bitches, starks will be home soon
I'm on tour chill, catch you ninety-six in June

But until then my ten-man team be safe
Chill on the whips to settle this, we can all get laced
Take a boat cruise, sip daiquiris and max swimmin' pools
Fly jewels Wally shoes blow stacks relax kid

Black kids got a cravin' for grapes until we get back
I'm packed leave the Mac that you're with
But whatever, I gotta hit other sides of the Earth
Spread Wuness, foolish, civilization's cursed

But luckily I'm born to be wild and aureal
Move crowds collect twenty thou and then we out
Heavy convoys my crew keep pretty boys paranoid
Blow like a steroid pat Dan's they're Akyroid
My seeds growin' his seeds marry his seeds
That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family

The treasure is the glaciers of ice
The treasure is the glaciers of ice
The treasure is the glaciers of ice
Original man possess the power to hold G's guns and grams
Caker baker pull off a keystone caper
Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd and I'm a scrape her
My seeds growin' his seeds marry his seeds
That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family

It's been a long time
This is the time
It's been a long time
Says Wu-Tang had the chance to shine
It's been a long time
It's been a long time
It's been a long time

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Assassination Day - Lyrics - Ironman - Ghostface Killah

Title: Assassination Day
Album: Ironman
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Dennis D. Coles, Robert F. Diggs, Jason Hunter, Elgin Evander Turner, Corey Woods

Lyric:
What? Hey, yo!
There's no coke, what?
You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke?
What the fuck do you mean? There's no coke?

I've been in every fuckin' room
There's gotta be coke
There is nothing, nothing

Huh, uh, uh, help, help please
Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help, me

It's assassi, it's assination day, I stalk
Bad man, it's assassination day I stalk
It's assassination day [Incomprehensible]
It's assassination day, I

Uh, uh, yeah, uh
I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light
Invite the fight, we all die tonight
The life I lived, a twenty five to life bid
Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive

Cream is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk
Three G's accost in supreme court
White lies and blackmail land me back in jail
We're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail

Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind
It comes time I take back what was once mine
Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter
Devil's poisonin' the birth water

The earth daughter rest her head on my chest
Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest
While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin'
Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened
Trapped in deep-water gaspin'
I clash with the Titans from my half on the action

I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears
Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears
You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered
Devils, still peeled it still they're living built tilted

MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic
Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice
You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-tang indispensable
One nation under God, indivisible

With liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches
Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches
Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel
Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable

Interchangable, caution flameable
My chamber is ninety nine plus one unnameable, angles
And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle
Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal

Retrieve through your doors
Seep out like sweat through the pores
Destroy your internal organs
With the biological warfare

First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a yukon
Don, spread it out like gray poupon
Splurgin', mergin' in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb
Action word, flowing like a blackbird

God came in, aimin' like Terry Bradshaw
He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed pah
You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like galaga

Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras
You so fly, yeah, right, you want to get me high
Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shootin' it like they blew top snow

You won't play me like your lady
Pay me three eighty spit it at you like a baby
Final destination Haiti

War is extremely serious and it saddens me
To have to take tings to deadly measures
And have you measured and shot for no pay
It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy like prey

Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives
And lures MC's to the lair
With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed
Temptation tempts my victim to proceed

Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
You'd rather pursue death than admit defeat
Now, who's best to describe for what I specialize in?
Murdereous rhymin', constantly in climbin'

My mind spits with an enormous kickback
Your brain didn't absorb the impact
Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback

It's assassination day, I
It's assassination day
It's assassination day
It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy
It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy

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Check It Out - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Check It Out
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Derek Lynch, Andre Weston, Willie Hines, Chris Charity

Lyric:
Check this out, check this out
Check this out, check this out

Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun

Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun

Well, check it out, it's the incredible, never edible, unforgettable
Dweller from the cellar kickin' terror 'cos I'm terrible
See, I be schoolin' 'em, foolin' 'em when I'm speakin' it
Peepin' it 'cos y'all be keepin' it, look how I'm freakin' it

I got'cha tinglin', tinglin' and minglin'
What a way to go, the radio, they got my single in
They rockin' this, ain't no toppin' this when I'm droppin' this
Style that I can buy 'cos yo, I rhyme like a rhinoceros

My skill is illy, silly when I work it
Quick to flip the lip and rip a nigga out the circuit
So step wit it, can ya get wit it when I'm flexin' it
Takin' out these quick 'cos my nigga books is next on it

I know you're not set, check it, you're wonderin' where the heck I've been
Chillin' stupid, 'cos there ain't no dooper who got wrecker than
The Boogie Banger, it could be danger so back, tootz
'Cos we're guys but niggas wanna revise they rap books

What up kid? I can sell you rugged with the hip-hoppin'
Throw it, like to see me from my nuts until my dick top
What a bummer, it seem to be no MC can get dumber than
Me one other, two niggas from the

Sewer, my shit is new without the bagnesia
Cos G, I be's the man from here to Indonesia
Aah yeah, you heard me, see I'm just another dirty dick
Drastically, casually I puff the erb to get zone like the Senate, so

Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun

Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun

Here I come, so nigga don't be hatchin' it
I'm snatchin' it, niggas, o'dose when I catch this
Niggas in the dark, I spark at them like I was matches
I set up quicker, kick a verse with no distortion

I suggest MC's proceed with some caution
I hip, tip, grippin' tit because there ain't no
Way I'm gonna lift when I erupt like a volcano

I'm acid, my crew is massive, you're soft like jello
I'm gettin' props, a habit like Abbott & Costello
When I flaunt this, niggas want this, they'll be usin'
A squeegee when I'm bitchin' 'cos bitch I'm comin' to get your ass

Comin' to get' cha, it's the D-Bats so nigga
Think back to the way I bring this
Or brung that, I swung that, now look at the way I'm swingin' this
Just like my name was Joe Dimaggio

And hell, Dray my 12 guage spit shells like pizaggio
We can get it on and word is bond and fuck who you be G
Your crew is easy just like Sunday mornin' when I'm yawnin' so

It's no sense in you losin' what you got kid
Cos G I be doin' the mic like Mr.T be doin' the chopsticks
Ya gets done like no matter where ya from, jack

For fun, I'm nailin' rappers like a thumb tack
I'm sort've spliffed, so I don't think niggas order it
Plus I'm the type you might not like to leave your daughter with

Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun

Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun

Check, check, check this out, check this out
Check, check, check this out, check this out
Check, check, check this out, check this out
Check, check, check this out, check this out
Check this out

Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun
Check it out y'all, check it, check it, out, dun

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Gotta Thing For You - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: Gotta Thing For You
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): Bobby Caldwell, Shawntae Harris, Alfons Kettner, L T Hutton

Lyric:
My dear, my dear, my dear
You do not know me but I know you very well
So let me tell about Da Brat-ta-ta ta
I'm light skin, redbone, peanut butter complexion
Very affectionate, very direct when I'm expressing myself

I'm 5.5', my astrology sign is Aries
Thick in my thighs, 36Bs
Pretty brown eyes, no hair weaves
Put it down with these luscious sa-sa-suckable lips

Making you wanna reach out and touch 'em
Come on and give me a kiss
Could it be those hips just pokin' out of my jeans
I showed them once or twice
And some niggers have become feems

I'm a javouci rocking, hat cockin'
Blunt smoking, no stopping, weave cocking
With constant heat dropping

Bombs on non-believers charming all the people
They call it the life of leisure
I'm preaching what I'm speaking
You said that you still seeing
So please believe it you needin'
The B to the muthafucking R A T

I guess you wonder where I've been
I search to find the love within
I came back to let you know
I gotta thing for you and I can't let it go

I'm steppin' in the club, y'all, hey now
Niggers showing me love, y'all, hey now
I wrap for my thugs, y'all, hey now
Especially my niggers, they got the ooh

I'd be sitting in my car waiting on you
To drop off my package
A big zipped locked baggy to support my habit
We'll go together like Roger and Jessica Rabbit

I'm spoiled rotten, I'm rocking pink
Silk panties at the moment but I'm sport cotton
But Jeanie's dreamin' of Jeanie will blink me to Scotty
So he can beam me pump adrenaline onto my blood stream

Proceed extremely with caution, I'm probably gleaming
'Cause my bling bling is worth a fortune
It seems things will never change
So I puffed often 'cause these dayz, niggers is crazy
You can't pay me to roll without my AK

I guess you wonder where I've been
I search to find the love within
I came back to let you know
I gotta thing for you and I can't let it go

I can't let go off this game
I can't let go off this fame
But for sure before I go
You niggers gonna know my name

I'm in the shit, 'cause I'm so doogie, one in a million
Cop a Brazzillion for the coochie that rides smoothly
Pass the doobie, the dutchie, rudely interrupted
Your regularly scheduled program, I throw down and bust it

And there ain't no hoe around touching me
I'm sharper than cutlery, I slice niggers to itty bitty pieces
Dice them to [Incomprehensible]

I'm steppin' in the club now y'all, hey now
Niggers showing me love y'all, hey now
I wrap for my thugs, y'all, hey now
Especially my niggers, they got the ooh

I guess you wonder where I've been
I search to find the love within
I came back to let you know
I gotta thing for you and I can't let it go

You know, you know
You know, you know
You know, you know
You know, you know
And I can't let it go

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