Shook Ones Pt Ii - Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

Title: Shook Ones Pt Ii
Album: The Infamous
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson

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Lyric:
To all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
For real dealers that ain't got no feelings
Check it out now

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous, you heard of us
Official White folks murderers
My mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
For all those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone

You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for their self in this land, we be gunnin'
And keep them shook crews runnin' like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get their whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such

Speak to wrong words man and you will get touched
You could put your whole army against my team
And I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
Your simple words just don't move me, you're minor, we're major
You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player

Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for realm my warm heart turns cold
Another figga deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothin' really, hey, yo dun spark the Phillie

So I can get my mind off these yellow backed niggas
Why they still alive, I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in L.A., the foundation
If I had to die, couldn't choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight situation
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Son, they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
You shook, there's ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look

You shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
You scared to death, you scared to look
You shook, there's ain't no such things as halfway crooks
You scared to death and scared to look

Livin' the life with the diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
Some get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones
You ain't a crook son, you just a shook one

There's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from
You can run but you can't hide forever
In these streets that we done took
You walking with your head down scared to look
You shook 'cause there ain't no such thing as half way crooks
There never around when the beef cooks
And my part of town is similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and hold heavy on the cops control

You better have the right gear ready
Tryin' back me and get rock steady
By the mac one double, I'll touch you
Leave you with not much to go home with
My skin is thick 'cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home puffin', lie, relaxin', I lay got a nigga depress
So I wear a stuff [Incomprehensible] underneath my gest
In the life filled with diamonds and guns

There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
But some get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts say straight up, shook ones
You shook

There's ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, you scared to look, to shook
There's ain't no such things as halfway crooks
You scared to death, you scared to look, to shook

There's ain't no such things as halfway crooks
You scared to death, you scared to look, to shook
There's ain't no such things as halfway crooks
You scared to death, you scared to look, to shook

You ain't a crook son, you just shook one
You ain't a crook son, you just shook one
Just shook one

You ain't a crook son, you just shook one
Just shook one

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Shook Ones (Freestyle) - Lyrics - Free Agents: The Murda Mixtape - Mobb Deep

Title: Shook Ones (Freestyle)
Album: Free Agents: The Murda Mixtape
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson

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Lyric:
To all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
For real dealers that ain't got no feelings
Check it out now

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous, you heard of us
Official White folks murderers
My mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
For all those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone

You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for their self in this land, we be gunnin'
And keep them shook crews runnin' like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get their whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such

Speak to wrong words man and you will get touched
You could put your whole army against my team
And I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
Your simple words just don't move me, you're minor, we're major
You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player

Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for realm my warm heart turns cold
Another figga deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothin' really, hey, yo dun spark the Phillie

So I can get my mind off these yellow backed niggas
Why they still alive, I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in L.A., the foundation
If I had to die, couldn't choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight situation
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Son, they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
You shook, there's ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look

You shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
You scared to death, you scared to look
You shook, there's ain't no such things as halfway crooks
You scared to death and scared to look

Livin' the life with the diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
Some get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones
You ain't a crook son, you just a shook one

There's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from
You can run but you can't hide forever
In these streets that we done took
You walking with your head down scared to look
You shook 'cause there ain't no such thing as half way crooks
There never around when the beef cooks
And my part of town is similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and hold heavy on the cops control

You better have the right gear ready
Tryin' back me and get rock steady
By the mac one double, I'll touch you
Leave you with not much to go home with
My skin is thick 'cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home puffin', lie, relaxin', I lay got a nigga depress
So I wear a stuff [Incomprehensible] underneath my gest
In the life filled with diamonds and guns

There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
But some get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts say straight up, shook ones
You shook

There's ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, you scared to look, to shook
There's ain't no such things as halfway crooks
You scared to death, you scared to look, to shook

There's ain't no such things as halfway crooks
You scared to death, you scared to look, to shook
There's ain't no such things as halfway crooks
You scared to death, you scared to look, to shook

You ain't a crook son, you just shook one
You ain't a crook son, you just shook one
Just shook one

You ain't a crook son, you just shook one
Just shook one

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Gangsta - Lyrics - Onyx

Title: Gangsta
Artist: Onyx
Composer(s): Kirk Jones, Darryl Pittman, Fred Scruggs

Lyric:
You my wife with no papers
My gangsta bitch
The first time I got caught
You to shank the bitch

Ain't scared to get down
She'll bust off rounds
Smoke a Newport
Cut me half, bust me down

Catch me looking at anotha chick
She curse me out
Dead serious
But at times she act silly

Jump out the truck at the light
To get the dutch
Rolling it up
Chasing down ice cream trucks

I waited half an hour for your hair to get braided
She leaving dirty messages on three way pagers
Thought her how to roll cello and spit razors
She hit triple six first time out in Vegas

She never got shook when the Feds
Knocked down the door
She hid the coke
A scared chic would of flushed it raw

And we could live it up
Eat lobster and shrimp
Or get grimy with a
Quarter bag of potato chips

'Cuz it's straight gangsta
Straight gangsta
(Straight gangsta)
Gangsta

I need a down chic
That wouldn't mind loading the clip
And that wouldn't blow her mind
If I showed her a brick

In and outta the grind
With a focus for chips
Blowing for one time
With her controlling the weep

Re-up for me
And make sure she double the flip
She a sophisticated thug bitch
That move her hips

She catch you for your setup
When you move ya shit
But most of the time she throw
The cold shoulders to guys

Smoke in the ride
Hooded low
Over her eyes
She know she a dime

Baby nine strapped to her thighs
Gotta be live
Help me count doe in a five
And when I'm gone for weeks on them O.T. moves

She don't trip
She's a gangsta
She knows the rules
Giving me hell

That's not something I am hoping to loose
And God forbid, I slip up and land in jail
My murda mommy put the house up
To make the bail
(Come on)

'Cuz it's straight gangsta
Straight gangsta
(Straight gangsta)
Gangsta

Behind a real nigga
Is a real bitch
They lied to me
See my bitch

She walk right beside of me
I been in situations
Seen her ride for me
She lick my gun wounds

Even did my time with me
Ain't nothing she can't have
I get that girl everything
Tatoo our names on our fingers for wedding rings

Are you that chic?
Do you rep sticky?
We split it down the middle everything
Forty, sixty

Are you that chic for rich
Or poor?
The only one I eat out
The only one I hit raw

Keep you covered in ice
'Til you start shiverin'
Baby phat Gucci
Thugged out in pink timberlands

Me and her, we like Bonnie and Clyde
I hold the heat and the money and
She drive the ride
She make other bitches mad

'Cuz she more bitch
Than they ever been
It's the beautiful, intelligent
Talented, trama, heroin

'Cuz it's straight gangsta
Straight gangsta
(Straight gangsta)
Gangsta

Count bills with me
You'll kill for me
When the blood shed tears
You still with me

'Cuz you real with me
Smoke five with me
Look the judge in the eye
Straight lie for me

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Scared - Lyrics - Menlove Ave. - John Lennon

Title: Scared
Album: Menlove Ave.
Artist: John Lennon
Composer(s): John Lennon

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Lyric:
I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared
I'm scared, so scared
I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared
As the years roll away
And the price that I paid
And the straws slips away

You don't have to suffer
It is what it is
No bell, book or candle
Can get you out of this, oh, no

I'm scarred, I'm scarred, I'm scarred
I'm scarred, uh, huh
I'm scarred, I'm scarred, I'm scarred
Every day of my life
I just manage to survive
I just wanna stay alive

You don't have to worry
In Heaven or Hell
Just dance to the music
You do it so well, well, well

Hatred and jealousy, gonna be the death of me
I guess, I knew it right from the start
Sing out about love and peace
Don't wanna see the red, raw meat
The green eyed, goddamn straight from your heart

I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
Of being so alone
No place to call my own
Like a rollin' stone
Steady babe, right on

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Where Da At? - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Where Da At?
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Jevor Campbell, Christopher Dorsey, James Jr. Maddox, Michael Antoine Crooms

Lyric:
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

Yeah
(Uhh, deez niggaz scarred)
What's up ladies and gentlemen?
(Deez bitch niggaz scared)
Boys and girls
(It's lil B. Gizzle, Homebwoi)
Collipark music
(Collipark, Chopper City)

And I'm so sick and tired of bein', sick and tired of bein'
Sick and tired of bein', sick and muh'fuckin' tired
All these pussy-ass niggaz
(I see they heart beatin')
I see it
(I know what's happenin' with 'em)
(We gon' do it like this-sheah)
C'mon

What's your heart beatin' for, ha?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

Where da at? In the club, where da at? Showin' love
Where da at? In the drop ridin' twenty-deuce dubs
Where da at? In the street, where da at? With the beat
Where da at? With da bitch still talkin' 'bout me

Where da at? In the back, where da at? In the 'llac
Where da at? In the hood still gettin' they ass jacked
Where da at? Gettin' 2-way, where da at? In the who-ay
Where da at? Talkin' bad but it's still all goo-ey

Man, I'm rollin' with the gangsters, kick it with the G's
Hustle with the hustlers I'm the heart of the streetz
Grind with the ballers, ball with the grinders
Keep it real with my clique so my whole team shiners

Ride with the riders, swim with the sharks
If I get caught I got nuttin' to say to the law
I'm built to last, ever since them niggaz killed my dad
Crackin' a pen and pad is all I had

It's get it how you live with me
Busters don't know how to deal with me, it's all real with me
All the street niggaz scared of me
All the hot girls love me they say, "Boy put that drill in me"

I come through, limo tint on the truck
I got a whole block spooked when I ride slow, puttin' it up
Got straight, Seagram's gin in my cup
I ain't gon' do ya nuttin scary-ass nigga, what'cha heart beatin' for?

What's your heart beatin' for?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

Where da at? In the club, where da at? Showin' love
Where da at? In the drop ridin' twenty-deuce dubs
Where da at? In the street, where da at? With the beat
Where da at? With da bitch still talkin' 'bout me

Where da at? In the back, where da at? In the 'llac
Where da at? In the hood still gettin' they ass jacked
Where da at? Gettin' 2-way, where da at? In the who-ay
Where da at? Talkin' bad but it's still all goo-ey

I'm in the club, post up, way in the back
Got a bottle of gin and I snuck in with the mac
Got my fresh bows on, breeze on my feet
Hoes love when I'm thuggin' in my fresh white tee

I'm 'bout whatever, Gizzle is a G
We could do it however, it don't matter to me
We can do it right here, we can take it outside
I'm young, but believe, I been 'bout mine

I just ride when it's time to ride
I grind when it's time to grind, slangin' hot when it's time to bust
Slangin' dick when it's time to fuck
I'm a Chopper City nigga, don't try your luck

You want beef? I ain't scared, nigga I'm everywhere
You don't be where you say you be, you're never there
You actin' like you 'bout it, bitch nigga you scared
I see your heart beatin', so busta break bread

What's your heart beatin' for?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

Where da at? In the club, where da at? Showin' love
Where da at? In the drop ridin' twenty-deuce dubs
Where da at? In the street, where da at? With the beat
Where da at? With da bitch still talkin' 'bout me

Where da at? In the back, where da at? In the 'llac
Where da at? In the hood still gettin' they ass jacked
Where da at? Gettin' 2-way, where da at? In the who-ay
Where da at? Talkin' bad but it's still all goo-ey

Niggaz caught in the zone, they better watch it when I'm cockin' my chrome
'Cause at clubs, yeah I slip one in your dome, you better leave me alone
I ain't no bitch, I don't talk shit on the phone
I got somethin' that just might follow you home, now ain't I dead-ass wrong

How could you react, if your brains are blown
I guess that fat bitch is singin' her song, that bitch is singin' her song
You busted wide, little boys ain't grown
Your mouth is heavy but your back ain't strong, and once again it's on

You must be smokin' on that Cheech and Chong
Think you can handle with somethin' this wrong
With somethin' this wrong
Just write it in blood, or carve it in stone
Otherwise you don't want no problems with homes
Don't want no problems with homes

You can't get rid of me, not even penitentiary
A friend of me, you need to be, I'm hotter than humidity
Without a mask, jack a nigga for his cash
Hot led make a motherfucker heart beat fast

What's your heart beatin' for?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

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Scared Straight - Lyrics - Monster - Killer Mike

Title: Scared Straight
Album: Monster
Artist: Killer Mike
Composer(s): Michael Render, Archie Hall

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Lyric:
Aright so you niggaz wanna know how a nigga is up in jail
Servin' a forty to life sentence for dope that wasn't even his
Just sit back and listen, I'll tell you
It's a hilarious day boy, and it's a wild, wild chain of events
That get yo ass in here

Mama, I don't wanna sell birds no more
(I got a fuckin' funny story to tell you)
They pushed me down and locked me up, put my face on the floor
(You remember me and big Paul and my whole crew nigga?)
They took my money and my credit card, now I'm poor
(Government snitches are amazin')
Mama, I don't wanna sell crack no more
(Just listen, only take about three minutes, just listen)

After high school, I gained lots o' weight
And I ain't talkin' 'bout calories put on by steak
The recipe I'm cookin' may send me upstate
Use bakin' soda, cook the pie, collect cake

Now Pillsbury, these niggaz kick down doors
Find out what mills bury
Shit's very intense and critical
And when we drew pistols shit got pitiful

The first lick was bullshit, a half a brick
We robbed the middle man and a bum bitch, the dumb bitch
But between me and him and that hoe
We walked away with eighteen and a bigger score

Some nigga named Salvatore from El Salvador
Got silver teeth and a scar on his jaw
Young Antonio Montana, held up mansion North Atlanta
We hit 'em hard as doors hammer, yeah

Mama, I don't wanna sell birds no more
(Okay, I know whachu thinkin', it's on righ, we on righ, we on)
They pushed me down and locked me up, put my face on the floor
(Hold up, hold up, hold up)
(Be patient, be patient, listen to the rest, listen, listen)
They took my money and my credit card, now I'm poor
(Man I feel like a asshole just tellin' you this man)
Mama, I don't wanna sell crack no more
(Tell the kid to give me the card, check it out)
(Here's where it gets interestin', follow this shit)

This spot had more birds than a pet shop
More gunz than a Vietnam vet, we was set
Loaded up the work and let's jet
My nigga big Paul loaded up the u-haul

A thousand pounds uncut raw
Hold on, whose that I saw in the distance?
Did he have a crew offerin' assistance?
Paul said it's probably nothin', a small animal or somethin'

My nerves got to jumpin', I swear I heard somethin'
I pointed the four fifth in the wind and started thumpin'
The blue lights is comin', my crew is runnin'
Cops is everywhere, they keep comin'

All of us sick, and all of us caught, holdin' our dick
We robbed the niggaz same day the fuckin' feds hit
We robbed the niggaz same day the fuckin' feds hit
Me and Salvatore fucked up in the mix
That middle man and dumb bitch, them niggaz snitched, god damn

Mama, I don't wanna sell birds no more
(So young man, that's why the fuck I'm sittin' here wearin' these pants)
They pushed me down and locked me up, put my face on the floor
(I hear Salvatore got extradited or some shit)
They took my money and my credit card, now I'm poor
(The bum bitch that snitched, who knows?)
Mama I don't wanna sell crack no more
(Man I shoulda fuckin' stayed in job corp)

Stayed my fuckin' ass in job corp, doin' dumb ass shit
Now I'm fuckin' round witch all stupid ass niggaz too
Ain't no niggaz in jail but dumb niggaz
Niggaz threw me out, true niggaz are out
Fuck that, I was stupid, I'm in jail
And most the niggaz in here with me stupid too

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Straight Check'N Em - Lyrics - Compton'S Most Wanted

Title: Straight Check'N Em
Artist: Compton'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Andre Manuel, Terry Allen, Aaron Tyler

Lyric:
I'm in the gangsta stroll, so you better run hide
Fools on slide, so keep your kids inside
Explicit words in this rhyme I wrote
Ain't no jack move fool so please don't
Demonstrate your style is weak you can't compete
And just like a girl, get freaked
It's the big ninety-one and Eiht's coming
Compton criminal fool so start running
And please stop biting my stuff
As the rhyme gets rough you done had enough
Of the Eiht, the gangsta mack, the pimp hustla
And pistol whip a weak busta
Suckers run up and get slapped
Damn, I thought you was smarter then that
Then to dis the brother who is Compton stepping
Microphone is kept as the murder weapon
I'm straight Checkn 'Em

Check this out
Check this out
Check this out
Check this out

No shorts are taken, I give it to you long and slow
Hard fools, drop your guard
No your not prepared, your scared, no time to sleep
Cant bargain with your rap, cause its cheap
And if I have to show, like Rambro
And snap a neck with some Compton effect
And get buck wild sucker
And serve em all like cluckers
You just cant hang with your weak style
You slip right off a the pile
To me your just another pretender
So wave the white flag, boy surrender
And if you a female species
Tryin' to gank then girl you'll get these. Famous vapors, walk in
Papers, see you later
You little crooked alligator
You gets no juice
And if you scheme on my team then I'll cut you loose
You can't handle the format
Punk, I'll use you as a doormat
I'm straight checkn em

Check this out
Check this out
Check this out
Check this out

I puts my foot down, so all the suckers get clowned
As the MC Eiht steps from the underground
A villain from the city under siege
Where the brothers jack, girlies skeeze
I'm breaking them off proper
And taking no B.S. from a copper
Fools on my tip keep sweating me
And trying to gank my Compton melody
You can't withstand the powerful blow
From a brother with a def wish
Others I smother and change their description
Wait a minute did I mention
That I flow punk fools with one swing
Bow down to the Compton king-
Pin, the record spins and that spells the end
For you my friend
I'm straight Checkn em

Check this out
Check this out
Check this out
Check this out

Lets get our scraps on boy
And the Eiht'll destroy
And play you just like a toy
Fools try and they can't hang cause they raps just simp
I thought so wimp
I'm blasting, peeling caps, making snaps
For the violence in my raps
Gotta pack tools cause fools don't wanna back on my tip
Geah, but that's cool
I give em a count backwards ten to one
Then they tale is done
I give up no slack
Because a sucker tried to punk my style and call it wack
Now I'm back to attack
And give em hype, just like they finding for crack
So come on, come on, cause Eiht and Mike'll keep deckn' em
Geah fool, straight checkn em

Check this out
Check this out
Check this out
Check this out

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The Last Sunrise - Lyrics - Aiden

Title: The Last Sunrise
Artist: Aiden
Composer(s): Jacob Samuel Davison, William Roy Francis, Angel Dejesus Ibarra, Jacob Sheldon Wambold, Nicholas A Wiggins

Lyric:
You sink your teeth in, bite the blood
That drains the life inside of me
And fills your soul with love and hate
And all those things you need to breathe

My body dies but still my soul
Remains eternally in search of
Caspian waves and shallow graves
Explain why me?

This nightmare won't last long
Are you scared to sing this song?
I'm right there by your side
Tonight we've got a chance

I watched the sky bleed gray
With see through shades of violent bloody stains
And felt the evil prime and wicked
Start a course straight through my veins

I'm so alive, my skin so cold and fake
I close my eyes, I know
That now's the time to
Take my chance with death and realize

Sunrise, sunset will you wash away the rain?
Sunrise, sunset can you wash away the pain?

This nightmare won't last long
Are you scared to sing this song?
I'm right there by your side
Tonight we've got a chance

This nightmare won't last long
Are you scared to sing this song?
I'm right there by your side
Tonight we've got a chance

So mute and beautiful to me
A promise kept on high
An angelic look at life through open eyes

Don't be scared, we'll make it work
We're right on time, don't make things worse now
I'm right there by your side

(Sunrise)
I will avenge
(Sunset)
I can't pretend
(Sunrise)
I won't forget this vain
(Sunset)
Attempt and promise kept

Just one more night to make up
For the loss of love and time
Here comes the sun to rid this world
Of see through blood and swollen light

Sunrise, sunset will you wash away the rain?
Sunrise, sunset can you wash away the pain?

This nightmare won't last long
Are you scared to sing this song?
I'm right there by your side
Tonight we've got a chance

This nightmare won't last long
Are you scared to sing this song?
I'm right there by your side
Tonight we've got a chance

The sunrise
(The last sunrise)
The last sunrise
(The last sunrise)
The last sunrise
(The last sunrise)
The last sunrise
(The last sunrise)

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The Last Sunrise (Dusk Remix) - Lyrics - Aiden

Title: The Last Sunrise (Dusk Remix)
Artist: Aiden
Composer(s): Jacob Samuel Davison, William Roy Francis, Angel Dejesus Ibarra, Jacob Sheldon Wambold, Nicholas A Wiggins

Lyric:
You sink your teeth in, bite the blood
That drains the life inside of me
And fills your soul with love and hate
And all those things you need to breathe

My body dies but still my soul
Remains eternally in search of
Caspian waves and shallow graves
Explain why me?

This nightmare won't last long
Are you scared to sing this song?
I'm right there by your side
Tonight we've got a chance

I watched the sky bleed gray
With see through shades of violent bloody stains
And felt the evil prime and wicked
Start a course straight through my veins

I'm so alive, my skin so cold and fake
I close my eyes, I know
That now's the time to
Take my chance with death and realize

Sunrise, sunset will you wash away the rain?
Sunrise, sunset can you wash away the pain?

This nightmare won't last long
Are you scared to sing this song?
I'm right there by your side
Tonight we've got a chance

This nightmare won't last long
Are you scared to sing this song?
I'm right there by your side
Tonight we've got a chance

So mute and beautiful to me
A promise kept on high
An angelic look at life through open eyes

Don't be scared, we'll make it work
We're right on time, don't make things worse now
I'm right there by your side

(Sunrise)
I will avenge
(Sunset)
I can't pretend
(Sunrise)
I won't forget this vain
(Sunset)
Attempt and promise kept

Just one more night to make up
For the loss of love and time
Here comes the sun to rid this world
Of see through blood and swollen light

Sunrise, sunset will you wash away the rain?
Sunrise, sunset can you wash away the pain?

This nightmare won't last long
Are you scared to sing this song?
I'm right there by your side
Tonight we've got a chance

This nightmare won't last long
Are you scared to sing this song?
I'm right there by your side
Tonight we've got a chance

The sunrise
(The last sunrise)
The last sunrise
(The last sunrise)
The last sunrise
(The last sunrise)
The last sunrise
(The last sunrise)

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Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See (Desert Eagle Discs Remix) - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See (Desert Eagle Discs Remix)
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): R Munroe, D Durant, Trevor Smith, Jimmy Seals

Lyric:
Ahh yeah, Flipmode
Here we come
'Bout to bust and explode
'Flipmode, Busta Bus
Nine-seven
Hot shit
Check it out

Hit you with no delayin' so what you sayin' yo?
Silly with my nine milli, what the deally yo?
When I be on the mic yes I do my duty yo
Wild up in the club like we wild in the studio
You don't wanna violate nigga really and truly yo
My main thug nigga named Julio he moody yo
Type of nigga that'll slap you with the tool-io
Bitch nigga scared to death, act fruity yo

Fuck that, look at shorty, she a little cutie yo
The way she shake it make me wanna get all in the booty yo
Top miss, just hit the bangin' bitches in videos
Whylin with my freak like we up in the freak shows
Hit you with the shit, make you feel it all in your toes
Hot shit got all you niggaz in wet clothes
Stylin' my metaphors when I formulate my flows
If you don't know you fuckin' with lyrical player pros, like that

Do you really wanna party with me?
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buckwhylin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buckwhylin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me

In God we trust
Yo, it's a must that you heard of us yo we murderous
A lot of niggaz is wonderin' and they furious
How me and my niggaz do it, it's so mysterious
Furious, all of my niggaz is serious
Shook niggaz be walkin' around fearin' us
Front nigga, like you don't wanna be hearin' us
Gotta listen to hot radio, yo be playin' us

Thirty time a day shit'll make you delirious
Damaging everything all up in your areas
Yo, it's funny how all the chickens be always servin' us
All up in between they ass where they wanna carry us
Hitcha good then I hit em off with the alias
Various, chickens they wanna marry us
Yo, it's flipmode, my nigga, you know we 'bout to bust
Seven figure money, the label preparin' us

Bite the dust, instead of you, makin' a fuss
Niggaz know better 'cause there ain't no comparin' us
Mad at us, niggaz is never, we fabulous
Hit my people off with the flow that be marvelous
Ho-shit, my whole click victorious
Takin' no prisoners, niggaz is straight up warriors
While you feelin' that I know you be feelin' so glorious
Then I blitz and reminisce on my nigga notorious

Do you really wanna party with me?
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buckwhylin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buckwhylin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me?

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I Wanna Know - Lyrics - Hey Kandi - Kandi

Title: I Wanna Know
Album: Hey Kandi
Artist: Kandi
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Kandi Burruss

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Lyric:
If you got kids back home, I wanna know
If you don't, I wanna know
If you're straight or you're ain't, I wanna know
If you're broke, I wanna know

I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know
I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know

If you wanna be with me, I gotta know
What you doin'? Where you goin'? What you havin'?
Who you love? Who you like? Who you're seein'?
Before I let you in

'Cuz I learned from my past, oh yes, I did
Met a guy that I liked, he was my type
But he lied 'bout his wife
And he tried to play me, play me

Now how long was he gone
Way before he told me 'bout that
I can't believe he did me like that
Something I should've known, oh yeah

But I've learned my lesson
Not again will I be naive
I need to know the secrets y'all keep
'Cuz what I don't know could come back on me

If you got kids back home, I wanna know
If you don't, I wanna know
If you're straight or you're ain't, I wanna know
If you're broke, I wanna know

I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know
I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know

If you wanna fall in love, gotta be aware
'Bout the life that your lover's been leadin'
So you know if they gonna be schemin'
Or if they gonna dog you out

'Cuz I know I've had my share, oh yes, I did
Did me wrong, stayin' at some woman's place
I'm scared he was not a closet case
Still was cheatin' but not that way

Now how long was he gone
Way before he told me 'bout that
I can't believe he did me like that
Something I should've known, oh yeah

But I've learned my lesson
Not again will I be naive
I need to know the secrets y'all keep
'Cuz what I don't know could come back on me

If you got kids back home, I wanna know
If you don't, I wanna know
If you're straight or you're ain't, I wanna know
If you're broke, I wanna know

I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know
I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know

Ladies, oh, ladies
Gotta know the partners he's had
So later on you won't be mad
Findin' out what you don't know

And fellas, oh, fellas
Check for that Adam's apple
So you won't be on no talk show
Findin' out what you don't know

If you got kids back home, I wanna know
If you don't, I wanna know
If you're straight or you're ain't, I wanna know
If you're broke, I wanna know

I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know
I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know

If you got kids back home, I wanna know
If you don't, I wanna know
If you're straight or you're ain't, I wanna know
If you're broke, I wanna know

I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know
I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know
I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know
I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know
I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know

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True To Your Heart - Lyrics - Keke Palmer

Title: True To Your Heart
Artist: Keke Palmer
Composer(s): David Zippel, Matthew Wilder

Lyric:
Baby, I knew at once
That you were meant for me
Deep in my soul I know
That you're my destiny

Though you're unsure
Why fight the tide?
Don't think so much
Let your heart decide

Baby, I see your future
And it's tied to mine
I look in your eyes
And see you searching for a sign

But you'll never fall
'Til you let go
Don't be so scared
Of what you don't know

True to your heart
You must be true to your heart
That's when the heavens will part
And baby, shower you with my love

Open your eyes
Your heart can tell you no lies
And when you're true to your heart
I know it's gonna lead you straight to me
Hit the basement, remix

Someone you know is on your side
Can set you free
I can do that for you
If you believe in me

Why second-guess?
What feels so right?
Just trust your heart
And you'll see the light

True to your heart
You must be true to your heart
That's when the heavens will part
And baby, shower you with my love

Open your eyes
Your heart can tell you no lies
And when you're true to your heart
I know it's gonna lead you straight to me

You know it's true
Your heart knows what's good for you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You know it's true
It'll see you through, yeah, yeah
Clap your hands, stomp your feet

Boy, my heart is driving me to where you are
You can take both hands off the wheel and still get far
Be swept away and enjoy the ride
You won't get lost, yeah, with your heart to guide you

True to your heart
You must be true to your heart
That's when the heavens will part
And baby, shower you with my love

Open your eyes
Your heart can tell you no lies
And when you're true to your heart
I know it's gonna lead you straight to me
To me, to me

I know it's gonna lead you straight to me
Put a smile on your face, come on
I know it's gonna lead you straight to me, yeah

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Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See - Lyrics - When Disaster Strikes - Busta Rhymes

Title: Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See
Album: When Disaster Strikes
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): R Munroe, D Durant, Trevor Smith, Jimmy Seals

Lyric:
Ah, yeah, Flipmode
Here we come, bout to fuckin' explode
Flipmode, Busta bust
Nine seven, hot shit, check it out

Hit you with no delayin' so what you sayin' yo
Silly with my nine milly what the deally yo
When I be on the mic yes I do my duty yo
Wild up in the club like we wylin' the studio

You don't want to violate nigga really and truly o
My main thug nigga named Julio he moodio
Type of nigga that'll slap you with the toolio
Bitch nigga scared to death ask fruity o

Fuck that look at shorty she a little cutie o
The way she shake it make me want to get all in the booty yo
Tap mistresses and bangin' bitches in videos
Wild up in my freak like we up in the freak shows

Hit you with the shit make you feel it all in your toes
Hot shit got all you niggas in wet clothes
Stylin' my metaphores when I formulate my flows
If you don't know you're fuckin' with the real player pros
(Like that)

Do you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes could see
Straight buck wylin' in the place to be

Do you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes could see
Straight buck wylin' in the place to be

If you really wanna party with me, in God we trust
Yo, it's a must that you heard of us yo we murderous
A lot of niggas is wonderin' and they curious
I'm makin' my niggas deal with it so mysterious

Furious all of my niggaz is serious
Should niggaz be walkin' around fearin' us
Frontin' nigga like you don't wanna be hearin' us
Gotta listen to the radio be playin' us

30 time a day shit'll make you delirious
Damagin' everything all up in your areas
Yo, it's funny how all the chickens be always servin' us
All up in between they ass where they wanna carry us

Hitcha gonnana hit 'em off with the illiest
Varias chickens they wanna marry us
Yo, it's Flipmode my nigga you know we 'bout to bust
Settle for your money the label preparin' us

Bite the dust instead of you makin' a fuss
Niggas know better 'cause there ain't no comparin' us
Mad at us niggas is never we fabulous
Hit my people off with the flow that be marvelous

Oh shit my whole clique victorious
Takin' no prisoners niggaz is straight up warriors
While you feelin' that I know you be feelin' so glorious
Then I blitz and reminisce on my nigga Notorious

Do you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buck wylin' in the place to be

If you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buck wylin' in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me

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Shook Ones Pt. 1 - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Mobb Deep

Title: Shook Ones Pt. 1
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
The most violent of the violent lest crimes we give life to
If these Queens Bridge kids don't like you
We bring drama of the worst kind of enemies
Your first time would be your last earth memories

It's only your own fault, I gave you fair warning
Beware of killa kids who don't care
Unaware fools who be dealt with in time
It ain't a mystery

Hop on the words and rhyme
In nineteenth hundred and ninety square
All shook niggaz is supposed to have fear
Trying to get a piece of this pie we don't share

Prepare for the worst 'cuz I been there
Try tah, keep a positive mind and walk a straight line don't work
So niggaz is forced to do dirt and God made
So this jerk wouldn't hurt

If I listen to the lessons and the rules I learn
On the streets for nineteenth years and not leaving
My first priority is to reach twenty one breathing
Forever beef nobody would ever be even

So I grab the heat before breathing
Lost in this foul mind state I can't keep straight thinking
But I keep my eyes on the earth without blinking
It's hard to be a man in this land of the venom
Any man try to front he get slugs in him because

He ain't a crook son
Son, he just shook one
Shook one

We live the life that of diamonds and guns
And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds, earn funds
Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns
Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones, shook ones

He ain't a crook son
He just a shook one
Shook one

For every rhyme I write is 25 to life to all my peoples in the Bridge
Know what I'm talking 'bout, right ain't no time for hesitation
That only leads to incarceration you don't know me, there's no relation
'Cuz Queens niggas don't play

I don't got time for the he say, she say I'm bigga than dat
Claiming that you packing gats but you scared to get locked
Once you get upon the Island change your ways and stop
Thirteen years in the projects, my hard times of living

Wake up in the morning thank God I'm still living
Sometimes I wonder, do I deserve to live?
Or I am going to hell for all the shit I did
No time to dwell on that 'cuz my brain reacts

Front if you want nigga lay on ya back
I don't fake jax kid, you know I bring it to ya live
Stay in a child's place, kid you outta line
Criminal mind thirsty for recognition mission

I'm strictly sipping E and J like got my mind flipping
I'm buggin' diggin' over hustling get that loot kid
You know my motherfucking function
'Cause as long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal

And once I get it I'ma put it on my people
React quick to lyrics like macs I hit your dome up
When I roll up, don't get caught sleepin' 'cuz I'm creepin'
You just a shook one

He ain't a crook son
Son, he just shook one
Shook one

We live the life that of diamonds and guns
And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds
Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns
Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones, shook ones

He ain't a crook son
He just a shook one
Shook one

We live the life that of diamonds and guns
And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds
Some niggaz get shot, locked down and turned nuns
Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones, shook ones

He ain't a crook son, crook son
He just a shook one
Shook one

Yeah

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Split Second - Lyrics - Firecracker - Lisa Loeb

Title: Split Second
Album: Firecracker
Artist: Lisa Loeb
Composer(s): Lisa Loeb

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Lyric:
(Ohh, ohh)
I did not want to be stuck
One second longer
Than I had to be there
Stuck inside the door

I'm always scared
I'll slam my fingers in the door
Because the last time that I left
I slammed my fingers in the door

When you want to get out
You get up
And walk straight through the door

Not stop and think about it
Thinkin' just one second longer
That a car could hit me in it
If I thought more than I did

I did not want to be stuck
One second longer
Than I had to be there
Stuck inside the door

I'm always scared
I'll slam my fingers in the door
Because the last time that I left
I slammed my fingers in the door

When you want to get out
You get up
And walk straight through the door

Now stop and think about it
Thinkin' that one second longer
That a car could hit me in it
If I thought more than I did

(Ohh, ohh)
I did not want to be stuck
One second longer
Than I had to be there
Stuck inside the door

I'm always scared
I'll slam my fingers in the door
Because the last time that I left
I slammed my fingers in the door

When you want to get out
You get up
And walk straight through the door

Now stop and think about it
Thinkin' that one second longer
That a car could hit me in it
If I thought more than I did
(Ohh, ohh)

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Directions - Lyrics - Turning Point - Mario

Title: Directions
Album: Turning Point
Artist: Mario
Composer(s): Harold Spencer Jr Lilly, Melvin Coleman

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Lyric:
Baby if you tryin' to get to good love you gotta
Follow the directions

I can tell that you never been in you
Waste a lot of time 'cause you tryin' to find
This place but it ain't in a phone book
And what you heard is wrong so it ain't no need to look

You heard a lot about it and now you wanna go
But the secret is girl you gotta know
Somebody that's been there before
And girl you lookin' at 'em, oh girl you lookin' at 'em

If you wanna go there
I'm a show you how but you can't be scared
Listen close and pay attention
And follow the directions

You gonna make a left on touchin' Boulevard and
When you see Kissin' Street
Make a right, keep straight and go all the way
And that will run you into good love

Don't get me wrong I ain't been a lot
But I been enough to know where the spot is
And girl I promise I can get you there in minutes
And stay long as you want I'll be with you 'til your finished

You heard a lot about it and now you wanna go
But the secret is girl you gotta know
Somebody thats been there before
And girl you lookin at 'em, ooh girl you lookin' at 'em

If you wanna go there
I'm a show you how but you can't be scared
Listen closely and pay attention
And follow the directions

You gonna make a left on touchin' Boulevard
And when you see Kissin' Street
Make a right, keep straight and go all the way
And that will run you into good love, ooh

It wont take long to get you there
No signs, no lights, no traffic
Enjoy the ride, girl, you're in my care
And I know just what I'm doin'

I'm a pro behind the wheel
Trust me I got skills
To take you where you wanna go, oh
So before you get in I need to know if

If you wanna go there
I'm a show you how but you can't be scared, now
Listen closely and pay attention
And follow the directions, yeah

You gonna make a left on touchin' Boulevard
And when you see Kissin' Street
Make a right, keep straight and go all the way
And that will run you into good love, yeah

[Incomprehensible] good love
[Incomprehensible] good love
[Incomprehensible] good love
Follow the directions

[Incomprehensible] good love
[Incomprehensible] good love
[Incomprehensible] good love
Follow the directions

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Gone Delirious - Lyrics - Presents G.H.E.T.T.O Stories - Swizz Beatz

Title: Gone Delirious
Album: Presents G.H.E.T.T.O Stories
Artist: Swizz Beatz
Composer(s): Kimberly Jones, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Uh,the monster,Queen Bee,uh huh
You can't be serious
Fix ya face
We gon' do a song
That you never heard before
We comin' to take this yall
We comin' to rock this yall
(This is the world premiere)
Yall ain't ready for it
But get ready for it
Queen Bee
Talk to 'em
(Yo Swizz where it at baby?)
Talk to 'em
(Where it at?)

Just to prove to y'all niggas that I'm still on top
I told Swizz gimme the guttest shit you got
I'ma give it to you raw weather you like it or not
Like its my last bullet and I only got one shot
Aim straight for the middle like I'm throwing a dart
And when I spit belive its going straight to your heart
I lay my Mack game down nigga straight from the start
Don't take it personal baby, fuck you,pay me

Ain't nothin' but ladys in my dark blue Mercedes
With the Beravas kit, got niggas mad as shit
No, we never sip unless there ice in our drinks
But sometimes we get cold from the ice in our minks
That fly girl persona its a premadonna world
Act like you ain't heard about the Gabana girls
Hollyhood style gettin' love around the globe
You might catch me next season on the cover of Vouge

Y'all niggas done gone delirious
Y'all hoes can't be serious
Queen bee,Swizz Beatz,they scared of us
Y'all know it ain't no comparing us

I make moves in the games
The other chick is a fraud
I'm important like the Queen on the chessboard
Bitches talk slick but they ain't got nothin' for me
When I'm in there territory
Its a whole nother story
We never get stuck sometimes take the long route
When our backs aganist the wall we bang our way out

I'm in the "Gettin' money" mode
Livin' by the street code
'Bout to have every corner of this rap game sewed
Hattin' homies better start,showin' some respect
Or get slaped silly heard my man G Dep,
Tryna holla at the bee and you think ya fly
Impress me dawg throw some money in the sky
Dream team rockin' the yellow and black jerseys
Pull out the black Amali when I'm ridin' with my dirtys
666 thats the mark of the beast
I love God nigga and I'm reppin' the streets

Y'all niggas done gone delirious
Y'all hoes can't be serious
Queen bee,Swizz Beatz,they scared of us
Y'all know it ain't no comparing us

Return of the widow, it's goin' down kiddo
Yall hate me,yeah alright ditto
That's why I keep the 4-5 in the pillow
Tresspassers they gon' die in the cribo
Black Barbie knows how to party
Don't ride but I still cop a Harley
Don't lie who else hot besides me
World wide I crush everybody

And I should'nt have to tell yall who run the city
Even my seven year old neice Rizzy
Knows I gets bizzy
You know the name Lil' Kim high class
Shake it Shorty with ya high priced ass, priced ass
Tryin' to be a billionare I got things to do
I made my mark in this game who the fuck are you
They say I'm pretty like chrome on chrome
And that feeling at the top is like home sweet home

Y'all ain't ready for it
Queen bee,y'all ain't ready for it
Y'all ain't ready for it
Y'all ain't ready for it

Y'all niggas done gone delirious
Y'all hoes can't be serious
Queen bee,Swizz Beatz,they scared of us
Y'all know it ain't no comparing us

Get your hands in the air
Everybody get your hands in the air
Get your hands in the air
Everybody get your hands in the air
Get your hands in the air
Everybody get your hands in the air
Get your hands in the air
Everybody get your hands in the air

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Maintaining - Lyrics - Resurrection - Common

Title: Maintaining
Album: Resurrection
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Dion Wilson

Lyric:
Gotta watch out for them critters
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh

I was born in Chicago, raised on Planet Rock
Talking zsa zsa zsa zsa
Catch knock my tape like beats, I'm fresh as fruits
(Uh)
You pussy MC, it's you I rebuke, repent
You burn up, you got me bit, I'm coming as ebit
Got on big hoes at Freak nit, frequently your telling me
Won and worn your rockets
So he ain't put no scratch in my pocket

Yo heard, with my head I cock it
And rock it like that brother in Colors
'Cuz I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin' to the rear
But I can't get us all in free, it's just another case of that 2 dollar MC
(What?)
I rock the same clothes 3 days straight to you
They wrinkled but to my they straight
Now I'm straight, are you straight? I'm straight as long as I got beer
I thought about it Jack, and now I'm out of here

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

I need me some new socks, I need me some new drawers
I draws attention like a letter to a sargent
Theres a few good MC's the wack, I'm giving code red
Slim say I got nobody but when they see me at the party
They be like, "Go 'head, go 'head"
'Cuz I got's the cuts like Bobby, rappers are dick heads
Choppin' they demo, I do it like Big Red
My office hours are from 9 to 5
While you avoid the party I make it live

The fellas nod and the chicks dance
While I'm coolin' in my jumpers and my big pants
I'm as dope as PCP, MC's see me and start having flashbacks
I don't flash scratch, I gotta watch my back
Now a days blacks don't know how to act
Besides Larry Fishburn, Charles Jug and Wesly Snipes
Marks wanna test me because I test the mics
I check 'em like sound, and like loose I'm down
Plus I done got better since soul by the pound, I maintain

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

I fall fresh apon the spirit, with the lyric that's overwhelming
And house more hoes then Spell man
Worse unwelcome like James Johnston
My brains sponsoring speech on the mic, I'm like a Jackson
Rappers I'm fondling, they try to settle out of court
But I, could never be bought, what type of rebel eats pork?
I'll take the cat and never get caught, you wack together we fought
'Cuz I can't see my melons boxing if he's not boxin' with 'em

I don't care who started it, I'm gonna be apart of it
Regardless of the odds of how hard
It's been many times we was outnumbered and we still got with them
I got rhythm from some boogers and some foxes
But if I becomes a 10 then some brothers all some gin
And I got juice, and this niggas scared

I'll F your head up, like the L.A.
For when I flow for cash I got for broke like Mel for Moore
Why should a male with a B8 get more then me?
When Rashid got an MC degree and a doctrine in rockin' shit
I go to docs to get a fish wish with cheese
I don't mix with MC's 'cuz I just don't like the mother [unverified]
But I'm still maintaining

Maintain the rock
I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh
Don't stop the rock

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