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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Right Hand Man - Lyrics - Relish - Joan Osborne

Title: Right Hand Man
Album: Relish
Artist: Joan Osborne
Composer(s): Eric Bazilian, Rick Chertoff, Rob Hyman, Joan Osborne, D Van Vilet

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Lyric:
Let me use your toothbrush
Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad
At the bottom of my purse

I walk into the street
The air's so cool
I'm wired and I'm tired
And I'm grinnin' like a fool

I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair
I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch
And I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed
Lookin' for a bed, lookin' for my, my

My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man

Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
If he can't fix it, I don't know who can

The sinsemilla salesman
And the cops on the block
They know what I been doin'
They see the way I walk

I wonder what they see now
I wonder what they do
To feel somebody want them
The way I'm wanting you

I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair
I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch
And I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed
Lookin' for a bed, lookin' for, to really be

My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man

Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
Use me up if you think you can

I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair
I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch
And I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed
Lookin' for a bed, lookin' for my

My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man

Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man

Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"

Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, ooh oh

My, my, my, my, my, my
If he can't fix it, gonna find a boy who can

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Made Man - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Made Man
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
I been in this game for a while I'm a paid man now
On my sixth solo album I'm a made man now
Six years strong in this game been doing my thang
Eighteen, livin' a millionaire dream
All my niggas worth ten G's
Twenty on my Rolex five on my pinky ring
In my younger day I was facin' penitentiary
I was packin' 22s back in elementary

I done been through it all
A muthafuckin' juvenile I can go through fall
Hookin' up with my partnas takin' niggas to war
Gettin' street drivers and poppin' up a nigga car
Before the school bell ring I was smokin' a gar
Runnin' to my mama residence off the set
Snatchin' bundles of rock is something that I regret
But I done shaked that life 'cuz B.G. got plans
From being a wise guy to becoming a made man

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

Nigga I'm a made man gold mouth dog
Tattooed and scarred up playboy my neck and wrist fog
But these white folks tryin' ta bust a nigga balls
Tru to life game spittin' since 96 boy
Now I'm out cha with my homies and I'm actin' a hog
True to what I seek tryin' ta live my songs fall
Nigga outta line puttin' ten on his feet
Muthafuckas creep, nigga want war, let's take it to the street

Me and my lil' B.G. tag teamin' in 93
I keep it real with my family and my fuckin' peeps
Nigga disrespect let's put the nigga to sleep
I'm discreet about the things that I do on the streets
Them niggas be sayin', "Baby, put that fuckin' boy to sleep"
Them niggas be sayin', "Baby, put that change on his feet"
I got these niggas sayin', "That boy baby's a crook"
I got these hoes sayin', "That boy baby off the hook"

Lockin' down the whole project for self-respect
And them police be sayin' I know he on paper he got a tech
Nigga I'm a muthafuckin' made man
Fuck with my lil' B.G's and nigga you a dead man
Helicopters and choppers is what I save man
I'm a paid man 'til I'm a dead man
Nigga, I'm a muthafuckin' made man
Say what?
I'm mutha made man
I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I'm on a level where I ride on dubbs now
I'm on a level old timers give me love now
I walk the street nigga respect the B.G.
Because I made it I'm a major part of CMB
Baby, gave me the game at a young age
Handle yo business bust a head if you feel played
And best believe I done took some niggas off the shelf
God forgive me, I got a graveyard under my belt

I done walked in the killer shoes, the drug dealer shoes
Done bad masked up and gave niggas blues
I been in the game for a while I done graduated
I feel deep down in my heart I can't be faded
You don't know what I done been through to get to
Where I'm at now cross me I'll flip you
I'm doin' hella good but I done done bad
I'm glad to say that I'm a made man

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

My nigga Juve a muthafuckin' made man nigga
My nigga Fresh a muthafuckin' made man nigga
I know Baby a muthfuckin' made man nigga
Suga Slim a muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

Hoes respect me, I'm a made man nigga
Hoes respect me 'cuz I'm a made man nigga
Niggas respect me 'cuz I'm a made man nigga
Hoes respect me 'cuz I'm a made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man, made man

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Close... But - Lyrics - Echobelly

Title: Close... But
Artist: Echobelly
Composer(s): Stephen F. (Fain) Earle

Lyric:
About the time that Daddy left to fight the big war
I saw my first pistol in the general store
In the general store when I was thirteen
Thought it was the finest thing I ever had seen

l asked if I could have one someday when I grew up
Mama dropped a dozen eggs, she really blew up
Really blew up, I didn't understand
Mama said,"The pistol is the devil's right hand"

The devil's right hand
The devil's right hand
Mama said,"The pistol
Is the devil's right hand

My very first pistol was a cap and ball Colt
Shoot as fast as lightnin' but it loads a mite slow
Loads a mite slow and soon I found out
It can get you into trouble but it can't get you out

So then I went and bought myself a Colt 45
Called a Peacemaker but I never knew why
Never knew why, I didn't understand
Mama said, "The pistol is the devil's right hand"

The devil's right hand
The devil's right hand
Mama said, "The pistol
Is the devil's right hand"

The devil's right hand
The devil's right hand
Mama said, "The pistol
Is the devil's right hand"

Well I get into a card game in a company town
Caught a miner cheating, I shot the dog down
Shot the dog down, I watched the man fall
Never touched his holster, never had a chance to draw

The trial was in the morning and they [Incomprehensible] me out of bed
Asked me how I pleaded, "Not guilty" I said
"Not guilty", I said, you've got the wrong man
Nothing touched the trigger but the devil's right hand

The devil's right hand
The devil's right hand
Mama said,"The pistol
Is the devil's right hand"

The devil's right hand
The devil's right hand
Nothing touched the trigger
But the devil's right hand

My Mama said,"The pistol
Is the devil's right hand"

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Devil'S Right Hand - Lyrics - Johnny Cash

Title: Devil'S Right Hand
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Stephen F. (Fain) Earle

Lyric:
Well, about the time my daddy left to fight the big war
I saw my first pistol in the general store
In the general store, when I was thirteen
Thought it was the finest thing I ever had seen

l asked, if I could have one when I grew up
Mama dropped a dozen eggs and she really blew up
She really blew up and I didn't understand
Mama said, the pistol is the devil's right hand

She really blew up and I didn't understand
Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand
The Devil's right hand, the devil's right hand
Mama said, the pistol is the devil's right hand

My very first pistol was a cap and ball Colt
Shoot as fast as lightnin' but it loads a might slow
It loads a mite slow and I soon found out
It can get you into trouble but it can't get you out

Then I went and bought myself a Colt 45
Called a peacemaker but I didn't know why
I never knew why and I didn't understand
'Cause Mama said, the pistol is the devil's right hand

I never knew why, I didn't understand
Mama said, the pistol is the devil's right hand
The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand
Mama said, the pistol is the devil's right hand

I got into a card game in a company town
Caught a miner cheating and I shot the dog down
Shot the dog down, watched the dog fall
Never touched his holster, never had a chance to draw

The trial was in the mornin' and they drug me out of bed
Asked me how I pleaded, not guilty I said
Not guilty I said, you've got the wrong man
Nothing touched the trigger but the devil's right hand

Not guilty I said, you've got the wrong man
Nothing touched the trigger but the devil's right hand
The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand
Nothing touched the trigger but the devil's right hand

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Praying Hands - Lyrics - Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo! - Devo

Title: Praying Hands
Album: Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo!
Artist: Devo
Composer(s): Mark Mothersbaugh, Gerard Casale

Lyric:
You got your left hand
You got your right hand
You got your left hand
You got your right hand

While the left hand diddling
While the right hand goes to work
I said the left hand diddling now
While the right hand go to work

You got both hands
You got both hands
You got praying hands
You got praying hands

They pray for no man
They pray for no man
Okay relax, and assume the position
Go into doggie submission

Wash your hands three times a day
Always do what your mom and dad say
Brush your teeth in the following way
Wash your hands three times a day

You got your left hand
You got your right hand
You got your left hand
You got your right hand

While the left hand diddling
While the right hand goes to work
I said the left hand diddling, oh
While the right hand go to work

You got both hands
You got both hands
You got praying hands
You got praying hands

They pray for no man
They pray for no man

Roll over, play dead
Get spiritual minded
Okay relax, and assume the position
Go into doggie submission

Wash your hands three times a day
Always do what your mom and dad say
Brush your teeth in the following way
Wash your hands three times a day

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Never Know - Lyrics - Cypress Hill

Title: Never Know
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
You never know
I just might die tonight, so let's get high tonight
Might try to fight, some mothers cry tonight
Cig' in my right hand 'cause you hold tight to life
But you ain't a bright man

You never know
I just might die tonight, so let's get high tonight
Might try to fight, some mothers cry tonight
Cig' in my right hand 'cause you hold tight to life
But you ain't a bright man, you never know

You know I live with the biggest hitters
Crime committers and bull shitters
Never had a quitter come with us
Who had the jitters since some bitter tasting minute
I spit it for those who did it
Like a soldier so committed to winning from me
(You never know)

Who you running with nigga
Who you gunning with, who you thugging with
In times of struggle shit
Never be blinded by diamonds, they signin' for weak nigga
No sign of loyalty in anything you speak
(You never know)

You're breakable, celebrated but capable
Celebrated but fadable, you're biodegradable
You just might die tonight
Get out of my sight
'Cause you ain't even know there's your fight

You never know
I just might die tonight, so let's get high tonight
Might try to fight, some mothers cry tonight
Cig' in my right hand 'cause you hold tight to life
But you ain't a bright man

You never know
I just might die tonight, so let's get high tonight
Might try to fight, some mothers cry tonight
Cig' in my right hand 'cause you hold tight to life
But you ain't a bright man, you never know

I been through the scandal
And handled them better than other vandals
Hearing insane rambles, saying that life's a gamble
Praying for just a sample in amble times
To trample, example
Enemies who shit they need a pamper
(You never know)

Every thug, nigga living his life
Giving his life meaning
Haters in the wings, they feeling their pride stinging
We here, death knocking, it's shocking
We keep it popping homey
We never stopping, we keeping all you bitches dropping homey
(You never know)

And you people are evil, believe me
I can see through and he got an evil intent
I'm gonna see to him
I think you all got the message, it's a hard lesson
Yo aye, you go to pray to God stressing

You never know
I just might die tonight, so let's get high tonight
Might try to fight, some mothers cry tonight
Cig' in my right hand 'cause you hold tight to life
But you ain't a bright man

You never know
I just might die tonight, so let's get high tonight
Might try to fight, some mothers cry tonight
Cig' in my right hand 'cause you hold tight to life
But you ain't a bright man

You never know
I just might die tonight, so let's get high tonight
Might try to fight, some mothers cry tonight
Cig' in my right hand 'cause you hold tight to life
But you ain't a bright man

You never know
I just might die tonight so let's get high tonight
Might try to fight, some mothers cry tonight
Cig' in my right hand 'cause you hold tight to life
But you ain't a bright man, you never know

Amen

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Iceman - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: Iceman
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): David Morris, Premro Vonzellaire Smith, Brad Jordan, Christopher Charle Lloyd, David Darnell Brown

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Lyric:
Yeah, I'm back

They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, I'll f*** your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightning

My name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck and my wrist's blue
So don't trip 'cause you know I got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through

Yeah, Louie introduced me to jewelry, now I'm lovin' it
Tell Jacob the shinin's so good, them h*** love the s***
Diamond after diamond and I climbed up out the bottom
So holla if it's a problem, I got 'em just like you got 'em

I'm stylin', they grillin' 'cause my whip can buy a skyscraper
Roll down the windows stick my hand out, "Hi hater"
I'm on my way to L.A., I'll see you guys later
You'll be here when I get back, ain't got no time to drink that

Now all I do is sit back, hop on the plane and sip 'gnac
Hop in the Range and whip that, came in the game with this crap
You say my name you get smacked, right on your brain with the gat
Know who you playin' with Black, then holla back

They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, I'll f*** your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightning

My name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck and my wrist's blue
So don't trip 'cause you know I got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through

My name is Buck but you can call me Icey
I keep spillin' Cristal on my white T
Don't give a f***, b**** you ain't gotta like me
I pop my trunk and have you runnin' in your Nike's

Look what I just bought, this white mink I got it in New York
And this bright link I put it on and walk right out the store
Where's my car keys? What am I gon' drive?
My Phantom got the steering wheel on the wrong side

Pocket full of cash, Ferrari with the drive-out tags
Them h*** followin' us, let me stop and get some gas
Liberace, the cops watch me
I'm ice skatin' like a n**** playin' hockey, holla back

They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, I'll f*** your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightning

My name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck and my wrist's blue
So don't trip 'cause you know I got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through

Canary yellow princess cut, rocks when I smile
Fat boy kept it gritty since I was a chubby child
Look at me now, hat cocked up, wristwatch rocked up
When I put my hand up to my mouth and hit that sticky stuff

The light, hit the ice, on my eight-ways piece
In the streets, I'm a G, on the mic, I'm a beast
Keep a b**** on her knees, n**** please, I'm a pimp
Purge first, ask last, I'm a shark, you a shrimp

Check a deuce, Chevrolet, rims taller than my son
Gun, on the seat with a extra clip 'cause I ain't fin' to run
In my brand new, shell toe, three stripe, all white
In other words, come my way with that s*** you gon' lose your life

They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, I'll f*** your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightning

My name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck and my wrist's blue
So don't trip 'cause you know I got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through

What the f*** are they yellin'?
Dope man, anybody killa in the hood, f*** the homeboy sellin'
I've got a problem with him, if I can't touch it
Then he can't slang it and these streets get dangerous

Corny n****z pull up in cargo vans
Palms sweaty, icky's out with they masks all mad
I gave 'em the order and that's all bad
Born into flossin' flashin' got his mark-a**, smashed

The Iceman is in the buildin' chillin', big game huntin'
And this lame's, stuntin', got an addiction
That's deeper than a prescription, he's sleepin'
I'm on a mission to beat him in my position, it's f***ed

They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, I'll f*** your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightning

My name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck and my wrist's blue
So don't trip 'cause you know I got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through

They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch out
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch out, I'll f*** yo' wife man

They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch out
They know me 'round here, I'll f*** yo' wife man
Watch out, yeah

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Right In The Palm Of Your Hand - Lyrics - Under The Influence - Alan Jackson

Title: Right In The Palm Of Your Hand
Album: Under The Influence
Artist: Alan Jackson
Composer(s): Bob Mcdill

Lyric:
A willin' woman, a willin' man
A five room house and a weddin' band
Believers, believers
Once it begins, you know it don't take long
'Til you're like two people in a heartbreak song
And I wonder, I wonder

Well ain't it just like a woman
And ain't it just like a man
Chasin' a rainbow, looking for love
When it's right in the palm of your hand
When it's right in the palm of your hand

We can't take back those things we said
So we watch it pass in separate beds
Changing, we're changing
Too little love and too much pride
You won't give in and neither will I
Like children, children

Well ain't it just like a woman
And ain't it just like a man
Chasin' a rainbow, looking for love
When it's right in the palm of your hand
When it's right in the palm of your hand

Feet on the floor, holding my head
Sitting alone on the edge of the bed
I've been thinkin', thinkin'
Tryin' to find where we went wrong
I just turned around and you were gone
It's over, it's over

Well ain't it just like a woman
And ain't it just like a man
Chasin' a rainbow, looking for love
When it's right in the palm of your hand
When it's right in the palm of your hand

Hey, ain't it just like a woman
And ain't it just like a man
Chasin' a rainbow, looking for love
When it's right in the palm of your hand
When it's right in the palm of your hand

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Fate'S Right Hand - Lyrics - Rodney Crowell

Title: Fate'S Right Hand
Artist: Rodney Crowell
Composer(s): Rodney J Crowell

Lyric:
Cool as a rule, you don't learn in no school
You can't brown nose the teacher from a dunce hat stool
It's the hum and the rhythm, the birds and the bees
The mommas and the poppa's and the monkeys in the trees

Brothers and the sisters livin' life on the street
Play a hunch, pull the punch, you'll likely get beat
By the junk food, tattooed, white dude, true blued
Honky with an attitude comin' unglued

Fate's right hand
I don't understand at all

Billy loves women like a junky loves dope
Give him just enough rope the monkey gon choke
She's a Bill Blass combo, maxed out mombo
DKNY caught him in a lie

Ken Starr word man were talkin' absurd
Spendin' forty million dollars just to give the man a bird
He's a king, she's a queen, the rap won't stick
Get it on with a rubber and you won't get sick

Fate's right hand
I don't understand at all

Redrum, dot com, dim sum, smart bombs
Double cappuccino and a heart like a tom tom
Ozone long, gone, that's it, I quit
Natural inclination says enough of this

Brat pack, black Jack, heart attack, crack
We need another news channel like a hole in the back
There's a 187 on the 405
We all go to Heaven on a hard disk drive

Fate's right hand
I don't understand at all

Hard rain, fish seine, hurricane Jane
Don't forget about Carla, when you're talkin' about poon tang
Slow song on the bone, rec hall dance
Double date Debbie with a pole in my pants

First comes love like it always did
Or we wouldn't be talkin' bout The Houston Kid
Podunk piss chunk old dead skunk drunk
Trot line Freddy's got his dogs in the trunk

Fate's right hand
I don't understand at all
Fate's right hand
Man, I don't understand at all

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Second Round K.O. - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Second Round K.O.
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): Jerry Wonder, Wyclef Jean, Germaine Williams

Lyric:
Yo Canibus man, whassup man?
I caught you on that cut with Wyclef man - you were boomin
But I caught these foul slouch-ass niggaz, youknowmean?
Talkin foul bout you the other night
On the corner of the boulevard man - I wasn't with that
But I ain't know you well enough to defend you though right?
But you seem like you got true game
But peep game man, they've been playin me all my life man
You know I won the title a couple of times, did right, youknowmean?
But they can't hurt us man, we gon' do it
Get up in this ring man put on these gloves
Let me show how to handle yourself man
You don't got nobody out there with you
I gots to show you man, get up in there move that head man
Come on to me man, but when you come man you gotta come for blood man
Come up to me man, come on bust that nigga whole man
Niggaz talkin that shit about you
Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here
Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but
Eat eat eat eat MC's, for lunch, breakfast
Hey man they been playin me all my life man
You know I won the title a couple of times did right
No but they can't hurt us man
We gonna do it, get up in this ring man, put on these gloves
Let me show you how to handle this yourself man

So I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine
You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine
That's a bitch move, somethin that a homo rapper would do
So when you say that you +Platinum+, you only droppin +Clue's+
I studied your background, read the book that you wrote
Researched your footnotes, bout how you used to sniff coke
Frontin like a drug-free role model, you disgust me
I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently
You walk around showin off your body cause it sells
Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills
Mad at me cause I kick that shit real niggaz feel
While 99% of your fans wear high heels
From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z
Now you wanna fuck with me? You must be crazy
You drippin with wack juice, and you can't get it off
You betta be prepard to finish what you start, nigga

Hey hey hey hey, you just hold it right there
(Yo, get off me man)
We got an illegal low blow on the fighter in the blue trunks
(Yo, yo get the fuck off me man)
If I see one more of those, you're outta here brotha
(Yo get out my way man, yo he started this shit)
You understand? (Fuck you!)
You'll be disqualified (I'll bite that nigga again!)
Stop bein a bitch (Get the fuck off me man!)
We came to see a fight

Yo Canibus man you gotta hit harder than that man
You don't want no bitch ass niggaz hangin out wit me man
We're warriors man, when we go into battle
We come out, or don't come out at all

Yo
You better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force
Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault
Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts
Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk
It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first
That's why I laugh when I hear that wack ass verse
That shit was the worsepauserhyme I ever heard in my life
Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th
God bless his soul rest in peace kid
It's because of him now at least I know +What Beef+ is
It's not what I would call this (nah) see this is somethin different
A faggot nigga tryin ta make a livin offa dissin
Somebody that he gotta know is betta than him
But he feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him
Well lemme tell you somethin, you might got mo' cash then me
But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me
And if you really want to show off, we can get it on
Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom
I'll let you kick a verse, fuck it, I'll let you kick em all
I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaudcheers
Now watch me rip the tat from your arm
Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award
In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born
Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan
So he could persuade me to squash it, I saw naw he started it
He forgot what a hardcore artist is
A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself
Trained to run 20 miles in soft sand
On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand
From a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man
You done spitted some wack shittit
And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget it
Fuck that, cause like Common and Cube I see +The Bitch In Yoo+
And I'ma make the world see it too, motherfucker

Ladies and gentelman, we have a new lyrical weight champion
By second round knock out, 3 minutes and 40 seconds Can-i-bus

Yo Canibus man, you movin like Mike Tyson Jr. man
You in and out and you're agile with you flow man
But dig right, you got you gotta eat man, that's your name Canibus
Your whole agenda is to eat these niggaz man
They have no business to be in the same stage with you
Holdin the mic with you
But dig right
But dig right
But dig right
But dig right
Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here
Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but
Eat eat eat eat MC's for lunch, breakfast, dinner
That's your agenda baby
Your your agenda to to consume them
Their whole existance, they can't exist in your presence
The Canibus is here to rule forever
Mike Tyson, on the death

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Right Hand - Lyrics - Epiphany - T Pain

Title: Right Hand
Album: Epiphany
Artist: T Pain
Composer(s): Faheem Najm

Lyric:
Okay
Woo, yeah, yeah
Woo, yeah, yeah

Baby, sit down, I got somethin' that I need to say, right now
Before the rumor spread and make the way, around town
I thought I'd be your man and tell you first
But I know it's got to hurt, baby please let me explain

It happened all of a sudden, out of control
She had my heart and would not let it go
I'm not tryin' to say that it was okay
But that I didn't do it

But I gotta tell the truth, the whole truth with my right hand up
'Cuz I don't wanna lose you, it's time to man up
I just gotta be the one to tell you, baby, believe me when I say
You don't wanna find out the hard way

Baby, if I would of never seen her walkin'
Down the block I probably would have not
Pulled over and asked her if she need a ride
But I noticed she had make-up on her eye

Then she started to cry, I said, "Baby, please explain"
She said a man put his hands on her, he was out of control
And she really needs someone to hold and not let go
And then she looked into my eyes just like you do
Then I imagined she was you

Now I gotta tell the truth, the whole truth with my right hand up
'Cuz I don't wanna lose you, it's time to man up
I just gotta be the one to tell you, baby, believe me when I say
And you don't wanna find out the hard way

Baby, now I wish that I was a magician
And I could make all of this disappear
And baby I wish that I could go back in time
And trust me baby, we wouldn't be here

But you've been so good to me, how could I do this to you?
And I never meant to hurt you, how can I prove it to you?
I'm just trying to see, what's been on my mind 'cuz in her, you

I gotta tell the truth, the whole truth with my right hand up
'Cuz I don't wanna lose you, it's time to man up
I just gotta be the one to tell you, baby, believe me when I say
You don't wanna find out the hard way

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Grindacologist - Lyrics - Back to Basics - Beenie Man

Title: Grindacologist
Album: Back to Basics
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Anthony St. Aubyn Kelly, Maurice Gregory, Orville Burrell, Dale Chester Smith, Moses Anthony Davis

Lyric:
Zagga, well I am di surgeon general

I want me a mean green marine
All them lovers are sex machines
Hey Mr. Lover, won't you fight for me?
Come and be all that you can be

I want me a mean green marine
All them lovers are sex machines
Hey Mr. Lover, won't you fight for me?
Come and be all that you can be

Mi have two hot girl inna mi bed tonight
(Left, right, left, right)
Work dem from night till a mornin light
(Left, right, left, right)

Dem seh dem waan di doctor to treat dem right
(Left, right, left, right)
So di Grindacologist sex a mi all night
(Left, right, left, right)

Mi nuh waan nuh gal if a nuh mi alone a hype
Mi nuh waan nuh gal weh only look good at night
Move over girl from she nah move right
Gal weh caan wuk nuh waan dem inna mi sight

Gimme some a dem, gal weh ever look bright
Face ever ready, coochie ever tight
Always ready wah, fi di videolight
Hotty hotty girl a fi mi type, so wah

Mi have two hot girl inna mi bed tonight
(Left, right, left, right)
Work dem from night till a mornin' light
(Left, right, left, right)

Dem seh dem waan di doctor to treat dem right
(Left, right, left, right)
So di Grindacologist sex a mi all night
(Left, right, left, right)

Pop dung gal a fi cuss mi seh mi soft
Now waist mi back one dem deh back
Go dung pull dung caan walk inna mi park
Who a try resurrect and a look fi jump start

Bed buss certain gal a fi cuss mi seh mi sly
A hot gal mi work wid all day all night
Or when certain gal jook mi unda gun point
Mi still a draw fi di gal dem weh cute and tight

Mi have two hot girl inna mi bed tonight
(Left, right, left, right)
Work dem from night till a mornin light
(Left, right, left, right)

Dem seh dem waan di doctor to treat dem right
(Left, right, left, right)
So di Grindacologist sex a mi all night
(Left, right, left, right)

March out from mi notta than yuh competita
Di ting wey yuh have a one man a get it yah
Nuh portion a man can come sweat inna
[Incomprehensible] set dat a yuh God bless yah

[Incomprehensible]
Full length a di hand yuh nuh waan nuh finga
Dats why mi haffi request yuh Trina
Cau mi like mi low mile hitch pon yuh meta

Mi have two hot girl inna mi bed tonight
(Left, right, left, right)
Work dem from night till a mornin light
(Left, right, left, right)

Dem seh dem waan di doctor to treat dem right
(Left, right, left, right)
So di Grindacologist sex a mi all night
(Left, right, left, right)

I want me a mean green marine
All them lovers are sex machines
Hey Mr. Lover, won't you fight for me?
Come and be all that you can be

I want me a mean green marine
All them lovers are sex machines
Hey Mr. Lover, won't you fight for me?
Come and be all that you can be

Mi have two hot girl inna mi bed tonight
(Left, right, left, right)
Work dem from night till a mornin light
(Left, right, left, right)

Dem seh dem waan di doctor to treat dem right
(Left, right, left, right)
So di Grindacologist sex a mi all night
(Left, right, left, right)

Mi nuh waan nuh gal if a nuh mi alone a hype
Mi nuh waan nuh gal weh only look good at night
Move over girl from she nah move right
Gal weh caan wuk nuh waan dem inna mi sight

Gimme some a dem gal weh ever look bright
Face ever ready, coochie ever tight
Always ready wah, fi di videolight
Hotty hotty girl a fi mi type, so wah

Mi have two hot girl inna mi bed tonight
(Left, right, left, right)
Work dem from night till a mornin light
(Left, right, left, right)

Dem seh dem waan di doctor to treat dem right
(Left, right, left, right)
So di Grindacologist sex a mi all night
(Left, right, left, right)

Mi have two hot girl inna mi bed tonight
(Left, right, left, right)
Work dem from night till a mornin light
(Left, right, left, right)

Dem seh dem waan di doctor to treat dem right
(Left, right, left, right)
So di Grindacologist sex a mi all night
(Left, right, left, right)

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Long Day - Lyrics - Yourself Or Someone Like You - Matchbox 20

Title: Long Day
Album: Yourself Or Someone Like You
Artist: Matchbox 20
Composer(s): Rob Thomas

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Lyric:
It?s sitting by the overcoat
The second shelf, the note she wrote
That I can?t bring myself to throw away
And also reach she said for no one else but you
'Cause you won?t turn away when someone else is gone

I?m sorry ?bout the attitude
I need to give when I?m with you
But no one else would take this shit from me
And I?m so, terrified of no one else but me
I?m here all the time, I won?t go away

And it?s me, yeah well I can?t get myself to go away
It?s me, and I can?t get myself to go away
Oh God I shouldn?t feel this way now

Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out your hope for me
It?s been a long day, always, ain?t that right?
And no Lord your hand won?t stop it
Just keep you trembling
It?s been a long day, always, ain?t that right?

Well I?m surprised that if you?d believe
In any thing that comes from me
I didn?t hear from you or from someone else
And you?re so, set in life man, a pisser they?re waiting
Too damn bad you get so far, so fast, so what? So long

Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out your hope for me
It?s been a long day, always, ain?t that right?
And no Lord your hand won?t stop it
Just keep you trembling
It?s been a long day, always, ain?t that right?
Oh, ain't that right?

It?s me, yeah, well I can?t get myself to go away
Well it?s me, yeah, well I can?t get myself to go away
Oh God I shouldn?t feel this way now

Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out your hope for me
It?s been a long day, always, ain?t that right?
And no Lord your hand won?t stop it
Just keep you trembling
It?s been a long day, always, ain?t that right?

Reach down your hand in your pocket, well
Reach down your hand right now
It's been a long day, always ain't that right?
Reach down your hand in your pocket, well
Reach down your hand right now
It's been a long day, always ain't that right?

Oh ain't that right?
Well ain't that right, right, right, right oh child
Right, right, right oh well, oh right, oh child?
I want

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Can'T Stop, Won'T Stop (Chingy Remix) - Lyrics - Young Gunz

Title: Can'T Stop, Won'T Stop (Chingy Remix)
Artist: Young Gunz
Composer(s): Dwight Myers, Arthur Lanon Neville, Darrell Branch, Nathaniel Glover, Chris Ries, Marlon Lu'Ree Williams, Melvin Glover, Joseph Modeliste, Eddie Morris, Hanif Muhammed, George Joseph Jr Porter,Robert D. Wiggins, Guy T. Williams, Leo Paul Nocentelli

Lyric:
Sick sicker, remix
Okay,Young Gunnaz, okay
Seein' me, check
Big Face, that's right
Big Leo, right
Big bird, yeah holla

Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Yup, It's only right that we make it a remix
Young Gunnaz, and Chingy just to give it a lil' twist
Next generation, you better stay focused
Youngaz before they time, man you already know this
Ball 'em, never call 'em, kick 'em out before their moment
It seem like once you done, they start drawlin'
You never have 'em, so you cuff 'em, when you grab him
I treat 'em all the same, even the bad ones

Go Magnum, rose gold chain, for show aim
Four four Magnum, tell C and P when they done better blast 'em
I be laid back, smokin' bags, playin' Madden
You know we tap 'em, middle room, bathroom
Living room, bathroom, sit at home cap 'em
You got it, It's nothin' I had 'em, you can have 'em
Seein' Neef we the streets, Gunnaz we the last one

Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Man, I can't Stop, won't stop
Girl, quit actin' like ya can't pop, won't drop
To the flo' I move crowds like I moved hop
Man, '94 on the block, hand full on my jock
You wanna' know, It's official when I step up in it
You wanna' party, lemme' get the Y G's
And we a be there in a minute
Maybe chicken-head wit' it
I'm in the authentic, get it boy Jersey G I B hat fitted

Runnin' ten a world, we did it
(Did what?)
Got the boxed up Benz, Range, and got both 'em get it
Ching-aling, worldwide girl
(Worldwide girl)
Playa', and I'm pimpin' you never seen my thural side
The girls, the girls they love me
(Love me)
You know I stay fresh 'till death, like Doug E
(Doug E)
I step in the spot, these cats they mug me
(Mug me)
Got drank, in row so meet me at the Club E, D D T

Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Neefy, and Chris wicked game, wicked chick
One had to pay a dime, pay in no mind
It's quite obserd, just sayin' the right words
I like nice hair, titties, and nice curves
Givin' neck dose, smokin' on a bag fa' sho'
Shawty's catch everything, everytime I let go
(Okay)
I get her poppin', and let 'em finish the rest yo

And when I'm lookin' for a girl, why I check fo'
Need me a chick, that'll see me squeeze the fifth
On the court, pleed the fifth, never leave me for a check
But, the Visa on the whip, so overseas get the bricks
Bringin' all 'dat cake, that's what I need for you to do
I be heated if you screw, bring it all back straight
Rock on me, we pop homie, drink it all back straight
Better warn me, ya Barreta on me
Baby all 'dat hate, will lead to you losin' all that weight
Holla' at ya boy

Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at those hoes
(They're they go)
(What they at?)
(What they at?)
(What they at?)
(What they at man?)
Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at all those hoes
(They're they go)
(What they at?)
(What they at?)
(What they at?)

Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at all those hoes)
Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Hank Williams Said It Best - Lyrics - Guy Clark

Title: Hank Williams Said It Best
Artist: Guy Clark
Composer(s): Guy Clark

Lyric:
Ah, one man hawk is another man dove
One hug is another man's shove
One man's rock is another man's sand
One man's fist is another man's hand

Ah, one man's tool is another man's toy
One man's grief is another man's joy
One man's squawk is another man's sing
One man's crutch is another man's wing

Ah, one man's pride is another man's humble
One man's step is another man's stumble
One man's pleasure is another man's pain
And one man's loss is another man's gain

One man's can is another man's grail
One man's anchor is another man's sail
One man's right is another man's wrong
One man's curse is another man's song

For every father's daughter
For every mother's son
The only thing the same
Is that is ain't for anyone

Hank Williams said it best
He said it long time ago
Unless you have made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw

Ah, one man's deuce is another man's ace
One man's back is another man's face
One man's reason is another man's rhyme
One man's dollar is another man's dime

Ah, one man's tree is another man's post
One man's angel is another man's ghost
One man's rain is another man's drought
One man's hope is another man's doubt

Ah, one man's false is another man's fair
One man's toupee is another man's hair
One man's hand is another man's stub
One man's feast is another man's grub

One man's dread is another man's dream
One man's sigh is another man's scream
One man's water is another man's wine
One man's daughter leave another man cryin'

For every father's daughter
For every mother's son
The only thing the same
Is that is ain't for anyone

Hank Williams said it best
He said it long time ago
Unless you have made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw

Ah, one man's famine is another man's feast
One man's pet is another man's beast
One man's bat is another man's ball
And one man's art is another man's scrawl

Ah, one man's friend is another man's foe
And one man's Joseph is another man's Joe
One man's hammer is another man's nail
And one man's freedom is another man's jail

Ah, one man's road is another man's rut
One man's if is another man's but
One man's treasure is another man's trash
And one man's landin' is another man's crash

One man's word, another man's lie
One man's dirt, another man's sky
One man's skin is another man's colour
One man's killer is another man's brother

For every father's daughter
For every mother's son
The only thing the same
Is that is ain't for anyone

Hank Williams said it best
He said it long time ago
Unless you have made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw

Hank Williams said it best
He said it long time ago
Unless you have made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Working For The Man (2 Versions Shown) - Lyrics - Roy Orbison

Title: Working For The Man (2 Versions Shown)
Artist: Roy Orbison
Composer(s): Roy Orbison

Lyric:
Hey now, you better listen to me every one of you
We got a lot of lot of lot of lot of work to do
Forget about your women and that water can
Today you're working for the man

Well pick up your feet, we got a deadline to meet
I'm gonna see you make it on time
And don't relax, I want elbows and backs
I wanna see everybody from behind

'Cause you're working for the man
Working for the man
Gotta make him a hand
When you're working for the man

Well, I'm pickin' em' up and I'm layin' 'em down
Believe he's gonna work me into the ground
I pulled to the left and I heaved to the right
I outta kill him but it wouldn't be right

'Cause I'm working for the man
Working for the man
Gotta make him a hand
When you're working for the man

Well, the boss man's daughter sneaks me water
Every time her daddy's down the line
She says "Meet me tonight, love me right
And every thing's gonna be fine"

So I slave all day, without much pay
I'm just abiding my time
'Cause the company and the daughter, you see
They both gonna be all mine

Yeah, I'm gonna be the man
Gonna be the man
Gotta make him a hand
If it gonna be the man

Working for the man
Working for the man
Gotta make him a hand
When you're working for the man

Working for the man
Working for the man
Gotta make him a hand
When you're working for the man

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Maestro - Lyrics - Beenie Man

Title: Maestro
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Anthony Davis, Gary Lewis Jackson, Stephen John Marsden, Patrick Roberts

Lyric:
Well this is the maestro
I have the doctorate for all things
It's just another one please

Mi nuh want nuh idle jubbie
Fi come hackle my body I say
The gal dem all a-run mi dung
The gal dem all a-hunt mi dung
The gal dem all a-draw mi dung

Through dem waan suck out mi tongue
Dem say jump spread out, jump spread out
Gal jump spread out and wine

A mi sey gal yuh a di wife
Man a treat yuh rite
Han up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight
Yuh a di wife, man a treat yuh rite
Hand up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight

But mi sey, gal from yuh wine Paul Man lone yuh bad
Man dem out a road dem see yuh body all a mad
Gal yuh know yuh cute, yes, dat a di truth
Man dem out a road, dem waan fi pick yuh like fruit

Gal yuh body bright dim all mi light
But mi naw go lef yuh 'cause yuh have di slam right
Wifey haffi vex 'cause mi gal a pest
As Mawga as mi be, a mi di gal dem a request

A mi sey gal yuh a di wife
Man a treat yuh rite
Han up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight
Yuh a di wife, man a treat yuh rite
Hand up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight

Well excuse mi, boy
After di gal dem mi cry
Wine Suzy wine
Wey dem a call vulgarity a exercise
Wine Angie wine a di Jamaican gal
Dem yuh waan criticise

Wine, baby, wine
The more remarks them pass
The more yuh bun them eyes
When yuh wine Patsy wine
A whey mi say
Face an' the shape an di body whey yuh have
Bare as yuh dare x-rated an mad

All a gal a push up, tell a gal sey she hot
Three is a crowd an yuh naw carry no bag
Wifey batter try get rid of the luggage
Matey out a road tek you husband fi carriage
She all a use allum fi try encourage
One night with him yuh wife inna worries wait

Mi nuh want nuh idle jubbie
Fi come hackle my body I say
The gal dem all a-run mi dung
The gal dem all a-hunt mi dung
The gal dem all a-draw mi dung

Through dem waan suck out mi tongue
Dem say jump spred out, jump spread out
Gal jump spread out and wine

A mi sey gal yuh a di wife
Man a treat yuh rite
Han up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight
Yuh a di wife, man a treat yuh rite
Hand up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight

But mi sey, gal from yuh wine Paul Man lone yuh bad
Man dem out a road dem see yuh body all a mad
Gal yuh know yuh cute, yes, dat a di truth
Man dem out a road, dem waan fi pick yuh like fruit

Gal yuh body bright dim all mi light
But mi naw go lef yuh 'cause yuh have di slam right
Wifey haffi vex 'cause mi gal a pest
As Mawga as mi be, a mi di gal dem a request

A mi sey gal yuh a di wife
Man a treat yuh rite
Han up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight
Yuh a di wife, man a treat yuh rite
Hand up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight

A mi sey gal yuh a di wife
Man a treat yuh rite
Han up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight
Yuh a di wife, man a treat yuh rite
Hand up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight

A mi sey gal yuh a di wife
Man a treat yuh rite
Han up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight
Yuh a di wife, man a treat yuh rite
Hand up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight

A mi sey gal yuh a di wife
Man a treat yuh rite
Han up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight
Yuh a di wife, man a treat yuh rite
Hand up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

A Friend - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: A Friend
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Bernard Hanighen, Cootie Williams, Rodney Lemay, Thelonious Monk

Lyric:
The beat was spoused to drop right there
The beat was spoused to drop right there
The beat was spoused to drop right there
Yeah yeah yeah, uhh
I send this one out, to my right hand man
Or mens, or womens, the whole crew
The real fan

We can count the dough or kick a flow
Or chill out watchin' videos
Or actin' really silly yo but really doe
All that can end
Whether at the bar with superstars
Or cruisin' in the trooper car
I really don't care who you are
All I really need is a friend

If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us
We respond to those who show respect with respect
We respond we connect on the same deck
Same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly
If you can't understand, we boys we boys
We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys
It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine
My man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme

Gettin' G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl
My man, we chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?
I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men
Or women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in
Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit
In the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles
Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble
Still I got my own space like Hubble

We can count the dough or kick a flow
Or chill out watchin' videos
Or actin' really silly yo but really doe
All that can end
Whether at the bar with superstars
Or cruisin' in the trooper car
I really don't care who you are
All I really need is a friend

'Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us
Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us
And wanna shout us, but you my man from way back
I just got to say that, actin' large I don't play that
But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced
A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced
And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us
When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust

When we used to ride the bus we had trust
Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us
Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin' to just get
What they can get, sit quickly backstabbin' the click
I roll thick, but only some are friends really
Down to the end, my right hand men and women
Mutual support, from the beginning
Been in, exactly what I've been in

We can count the dough or kick a flow
Or chill out watchin' videos
Or actin' really silly yo but really doe
All that can end
Whether at the bar with superstars
Or cruisin' in the trooper car
I really don't care who you are
All I really need is a friend

Back to back we attack corporate America
Gettin fees that amount to G's in every area
You my man I ain't gotta drag you along
You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin' on
I don't see nothin' wrong wit a little bumpin' car system
Thumpin', between the crew we always got sump'un
But if we had nuttin' no frontin' whatever
We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together

Word, fake people ain't worth a turd
They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard
I send this record to the well respected
Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected
Yeah, so check it, so check it

We can count the dough or kick a flow
Or chill out watchin' videos
Or actin' really silly yo but really doe
All that can end
Whether at the bar with superstars
Or cruisin' in the trooper car
I really don't care who you are
All I really need is a friend

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