F*** You - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: F*** You
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): T Crocker, Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Richard Wilson, Otha Miller

Lyric:
Yo
Rule nigga
Ja Rule, 01

Yeah, it's our world, please believe
Niggas ain't real, please believe
It's murda, please believe
INC, niggas what's fuckin' with me?
RULE, love me or hate me, baby
Refer to 3:36, baby
That's the rule, please niggas, don't get it confused
See this game that we playin', y'all playin' to lose

Who's next that wanna ride
Spittin', how I do niggas, knowin' they wanna ride
Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately
If you relatin' let me hear ya say, "Yeah yeah, yeah yeah"
Y'all feelin' my pain? I've been runnin' wild time and again
Y'all swerve in my lane, I'll pull up and start poppin' ya brain
Fuck knowin' these broads names
It's extravagance the champagne
Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane
Who you fuckin' with?

Y'all niggas wanna dead
Then wanna ride
Y'all know the niggas who steady screamin'
Fuck you!

It's murda murda
You know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
Y'all don't like
Y'all know the niggas who steady screamin'
Fuck you!

It's murda murda
You know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda murda murda

Murder INC. is my blood
We go through the pain together by any means
We poppin' it hot at whoever or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot, not this hot, nigga, very hot
See it in your eyes, niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive, I'm puttin' this on my life
For niggas that ain't right, they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you'll no way, pop away
Cock and pop again, baby, men will be men

I spit off 10, fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends, was a fetish
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it, I'm livin' my life on the edge
Got one in the head, plus a niggas Fed 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby 3:36

Y'all niggas wanna dead
Then wanna ride
Y'all know the niggas who steady screamin'
Fuck you!

It's murda murda
You know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
Y'all don't like
Y'all know the niggas who steady screamin'
Fuck you!

It's murda murda
You know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda murda murda

We are the world's most dangerous, niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride
Muthafuckas will ball but not many survive
'Cause 50 shots tearin' through the side of ya ride
'Cause we are murderers
Muthafucka you heard, playa, murderers
Poppin' collars in air
Poppin' shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wonderin' like, "What the fuck did I do?"

So niggas wanna go and get they man 'cause they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit, 6 feet deep inside a ditch
There ain't nothin' fuckin' with this, ya know why?
Nigga, I just came into the game, ready to die
Ready to hold heat, drive-by with Rule
Poppin' shots through the sun roof screamin', "Fuck You!"

Y'all niggas wanna dead
Then wanna ride
Y'all know the niggas who steady screamin'
Fuck you!

It's murda murda
You know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
Y'all don't like
Y'all know the niggas who steady screamin'
Fuck you!

It's murda murda
You know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda murda murda

Y'all niggas wanna dead
Then wanna ride
Y'all know the niggas who steady screamin'
Fuck you!

It's murda murda
You know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
Y'all don't like
Y'all know the niggas who steady screamin'
Fuck you!

It's murda murda
You know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda murda murda

Murda is a miss

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Fuck You - Lyrics - Rule 3:36 - Ja Rule

Title: Fuck You
Album: Rule 3:36
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): T Crocker, Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Richard Wilson, Otha Miller

Lyric:
Yo
Yo uh
Rule nigga
Ja Rule O1
Uh
Yeah

It's our world, please believe
Niggas ain't real, please believe
It's murda, please believe
I.N.C., niggas what's fuckin' with me?

R U L E, love me or hate me, baby
Refer to 3:36 baby
That's the rule, please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playin', ya'll playin' to lose

Who's next that wanna ride spittin'
(Who? Who?)
How I do niggas, knowin' they wanna ride
(Who? Who?)

Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately
If you relatin' let me hear ya say
(Yay-yaay, yay-yaay)
Ya'll feelin' my pain? I've been runnin' wild time and again
Ya'll swerve in my lane, I'll pull up and start poppin' ya brain

Fuck knowin' these broads names
Extravagant champagne
Ya'll niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane
Who you fuckin' with?

Ya'll niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda, murda, murda

Ya'll ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Ya'll don't like
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda, murda, murda

Murder I.N.C. is my blood group
Go through the pain together by any means
Poppin' it hot at whoever or so it seems
Niggas that gettin' hot, not this hot nigga very hot
See it in your eyes, niggas ready to die

But as long as I'm alive, I'm puttin' this on my life
For niggas that ain't right, they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you'll no way, pop away
Cock and pop again, baby men will be men

I spit off 10, fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends was a fetish
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit

Fuck it, I'm livin' my life on the edge
Got one in the head, plus a niggas Fed 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby 3:36

Ya'll niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda, murda, murda

Ya'll ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Ya'll don't like
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda, murda, murda

We are the world's most dangerous, niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride
Muthafuckas will ball but not many survive
'Cause 50 shots, tearin' through the side of ya ride

'Cause we are
(Murderers)
Muthafucka you heard, playa
(Murderers)
Poppin' collars in air

Poppin' shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wonderin' like, "What the fuck did I do?"

So niggas wanna go and get they man 'cause they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit, 6 feet deep inside a ditch

There ain't nothin' fuckin' with this, ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game, "Ready to Die"
Ready to hold heat, drive-by with rule
Poppin' shots through the sun roof screamin', "Fuck you"

Ya'll niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda, murda, murda

Ya'll ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Ya'll don't like
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda, murda, murda

Ya'll niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda, murda, murda

Ya'll ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Ya'll don't like
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda, murda, murda

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Unconsciously Screamin' - Lyrics - The Day They Shot A Hole In The Jesus Egg - The Priest Driven Ambulance Album, Demos And Outtakes - Flaming Lips

Title: Unconsciously Screamin'
Album: The Day They Shot A Hole In The Jesus Egg - The Priest Driven Ambulance Album, Demos And Outtakes
Artist: Flaming Lips
Composer(s): Wayne Coyne, Michael Ivins, Richard English

Lyric:
Seeing the unseeable
Filling down the void
We're not what we used to be
We're not really boys

Screaming till our lungs are full
Kicking down the teeth
We're not what we used to be
We're just paranoid

Unconsciously screamin'
And whispering
At everything she brings

Unconsciously screamin'
And whispering
At everything she brings

Unconsciously screamin'
And whispering at [Incomprehensible]
Unconsciously screamin'

Seeing the unseeable
Filling down the void
We're not what we used to be
We're not really boys

Unconsciously screamin'
And whispering
At everything she brings, brings, brings
Unconsciously screamin'
Unconsciously screamin', screamin', screamin'

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Fuck You ( Lab Rat Remix ) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Fuck You ( Lab Rat Remix )
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Devon Copeland, Brian Anthony Bailey, . Snoop Doggy Dogg, Andre Young

Lyric:
Yo
Yo, uh
Rule nigga
Ja Rule 01
(01)
Uh

Yeah, it's our world, please believe
Niggas ain't real, please believe
It's murda, please believe
I N C niggas what's fuckin' with me?

R U L E love me or hate me baby
Refer to 3:36 baby
That's the rule, please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playin', y'all playin' to lose

Who's next that wanna ride
(Who?)
Spittin', how I do niggas?
(Who? Who?)
Knowin' they wanna ride
(Who?)
Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately

If you relatin' let me hear ya say, yay-yaay, yay-yaay
Y'all feelin' my pain? I've been runnin' wild time and again
Y'all swerve in my lane
I'll pull up and start poppin' ya brain

Fuck knowin' these broads names
It's [unverified] the champagne
Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane
Who you fuckin' with?

Y'all niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screamin' murda murda murda

Murder INC is my blood
We go through the pain together by any means
Poppin' it hot at whoever or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot, not this hot nigga very hot

See it in your eyes, niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive, I'm puttin' this on my life
For niggas that ain't right, they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you'll no way pop away

Cock and pop again, baby, men will be men
I spit off 10, fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean
Loose bitches in tight jeans

Old money and crack fiends was a fetish
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it, I'm livin' my life on the edge
Got one in the head plus a niggas fed 'nuff said

?I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby, 3:36?

Y'all niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screamin' murda murda murda

We are the world's most dangerous, niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride
Muthafuckas will ball but not many survive
'Cause 50 shots, tearin' through the side of ya ride
'Cause we are
(Murderers)

Muthafucka you heard, playa
(Murderers)
Poppin' collars in air
Poppin' shots through ya rear view
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wonderin' like, "What the fuck did I do?"

So niggas wanna go and get they man cause they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch.. do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit, 6 feet deep inside a ditch

There ain't nothin' fuckin' with this, ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game, "Ready to Die"
Ready to hold heat, drive-by with Rule
Poppin shots through the sun roof screamin' "Fuck You!"

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screamin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda., you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)

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No.1 - Lyrics - Hood Rich - Big Tymers

Title: No.1
Album: Hood Rich
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
All the niggas was, buck, buckin' in the crowd
And all the ladies was, scream, screamin' out loud
Go no.1, Brian, Baby, Bizzy, Bubba
Go no.1, old ignant motherfucker

All the niggas was, buck, buckin' in the crowd
And all the ladies was, scream, screamin' out loud
Go no.1, Brian, Baby, Bizzy, Bubba
Go no.1, old ignant motherfucker

(Come on, you ridin' this dick)
Yo, fuck being a prince, I'm the king of the south
It's the Birdman, daddy stick the gag in ya mouth
It's the Boss Hog, known Big Dawg
The boss of the ghetto and I ball like a Dawg

You see that, four pound, ga-round
And round round banana clip and I shut your hood down
See, I floss like Jewelry
(Stay broke like Woodie)

It's the no.1 daddy, look for carpet and pully
See, I shine like feet, 23's for me
24's on the truck and leave on dub streets
See I wipe a bitch down, then dribble on the hoe

And touch her from her head from her waist to her toe
Now buckle up Ma, it's time to ride out
G-waggin' daddy, I keeps it down south
Escalade truck in the back and it's nasty
Cut it on the side, switch it out, and it's a Caddy

All the niggas was, buck, buckin' in the crowd
And all the ladies was, scream, screamin' out loud
Go no.1, Brian, Baby, Bizzy, Bubba
Go no.1, old ignant motherfucker

All the niggas was, buck, buckin' in the crowd
And all the ladies was, scream, screamin' out loud
Go no.1, Brian, Baby, Bizzy, Bubba
Go no.1, old ignant motherfucker

Let me holla at these niggas that went out bad
They jumped in the magazine and showed they ass
But it ain't nothin' but stunna to bust a nigga ass
When I jumped off the porch, ya'll were still on the grass
(Biotch)

Nigga gave me a shot and gave me a gun
Fresh loaded the gun and told me have some fun
But A, A, the B-I the I-I, you motherfucka!
(Fucka)

Suck a diock, you motherfucka!
(Fucka)
Ba, ba, bubba motherfucka!
Them hoes be sayin'
(You a dirty motherfucka)

See the pipes, rims, cars, the chrome
The jewels, the ice, ears, the arm
The [unverified], the Lui, the Gucci, the berry
The swine, the mink, let's get it together

The prowler, the swade, the jacket, the leather
Headliner, rebot, tailor made sweaters
The guns, the pistol, automatic niggas
Ak, nine glocks, mackin' left niggas

It's the princess cuts, round shaped diamonds
You betta understand because these hoes all minors
(You better Biotch!)
It's the Ma, Ma, Mannie Mannie Fresh nigga
(The fuck with this nigga!)

Disrespect, you get the Smith and Western nigga!
Spin yo block on 24's nigga, Stunna Stunna
I'm known to havin' hoes nigga!

All the niggas was, buck, buckin' in the crowd
And all the ladies was, scream, screamin' out loud
Go no.1, Brian, Baby, Bizzy, Bubba
Go no.1, old ignant motherfucker

I went from teach to streets to solvin' this beef
Nigga gave me my shot, November the nuts ski
Aye aye, 19 that is
(Woo)

See them tattoo tears
See, I'm a known deep boy with the dope in the frig
It's me Lac and Stone and all my kids
Ridin' round town in that brand new Jig, Jaguar that is
(Woo, wee!)

See, I'm world wide grindin' and I'm tryin' to live
You know how it is when you got the kids
You gots to go home and get it how you live
Ain't got no money, so you pick at eyelids

Turn around the corner and you askin' why
You fought everybody 'cause you stupid ass high
Asked mom for money, you dumb motherfucka
(Fucka)
She find out in jail and you back this summa
(Summa)

All the niggas was, buck, buckin' in the crowd
And all the ladies was, scream, screamin' out loud
Go no.1, Brian, Baby, Bizzy, Bubba
Go no.1, old ignant motherfucker

All the niggas was, buck, buckin' in the crowd
And all the ladies was, scream, screamin' out loud
Go no.1, Brian, Baby, Bizzy, Bubba
Go no.1, old ignant motherfucker

All the niggas was, buck, buckin' in the crowd
And all the ladies was, scream, screamin' out loud
Go no.1, Brian, Baby, Bizzy, Bubba
Go no.1, old ignant motherfucker

All the niggas was, buck, buckin' in the crowd
And all the ladies was, scream, screamin' out loud
Go no.1, Brian, Baby, Bizzy, Bubba
Go no.1, old ignant motherfucker

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Rock Star - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: Rock Star
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Nsilo Kharonde Reddick, Nicholas W. Sherwood, Hakeem T. Seriki, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
Rock star, rock star, rock star, it's rock 'n' roll
I got ladies that love my ladies
Haters that hate my haters, I'm a Chamillionaire
But got billionaires for my neighbors

I been havin' paper, I been havin' stacks
The crowd screamin' loud in every city on the map
Got the groupies goin' crazy, they don't know how to act
I bring 'em backstage and tell 'em baby just relax

Rock on, they see the jewels is so sick, like flu spit and flu cough
Take it off and you lost, the tough talk get tooled off
Keep the 4 iron near, keep on thinkin' that it's for golf
Nickel plate on your head, silverware's food for thought

The Grammy winner the haters is like, 'How could this happen?'
On the red carpet so much they mistake me for Aladdin
How I'm a rapper with revenue like a rock star?
If I'm near you can believe the black card is not far

'Teen Spirit' ain't what they smellin', they yellin' 'Where That Nirvana?'
The crowd is rockin' 'n' rollin', them swishers full of marijuana
They judgin' me like your honor, your daughter's here with her mama
They tell me that I'm a charmer, more freakier than Madonna

Famous look right at me and said, ?Know why I got my lighter up?'
'Cause like the throwback P. Diddy alias I'ma 'Puff'
See how we rippin' up tickets that police be writin' us
Do like Michael Jackson's complexion Mr. and lighten up

Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
I got 'em screamin' loud as they be screamin' comin' out broads daily
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
She's sayin' she's in love with me and she is probably your lady

Like a rock star, like a rock star
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
Catch me gettin' into trouble like it's my job
When they listen to the cops come then I'ma

I been havin' paper, I been havin' stacks
The crowd screamin' loud in every city on the map
Got the groupies goin' crazy, they don't know how to act
I bring 'em backstage and tell 'em baby just relax

Rock 'n' roll fly, bitch behold I, I am the shit
Hear the commode cry, hear the guitar scream
That double R lean and if it's for me, then it's foreign
I mean my cars, I mean my clothes, I mean my hoe's, I mean my flows

You dress different round then me I'ma clean your nose
Step into the line of fire hide the [Incomprehensible]
Compared to big foot, you just twinkle toes
I get ya girlfriend wet like wrinkled clothes

Rock star like, money, drugs, freaky hoes
World tours, walk throughs and TV shows
My hair's out, no shirt, I stage dive, I crowd surf
I'm a hot boy, I'm on my hot shit
Reportin' to you live from the moshpit

Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
I got 'em screamin' loud as they be screamin' comin' out broads daily
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
She's sayin' she's in love with me and she is probably your lady

Like a rock star, like a rock star
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
Catch me gettin' into trouble like it's my job
When they listen to the cops come then I'ma

I'm so cool, I'm so smooth, I'm that dude, I'm so fly
Groupies tellin' me like a spy, the ground be tellin' me that I'm fly
The cloud see me and they cry just to get a glimpse of I
Got Mother Nature so jealous she knockin' pigeons out the sky

Can't help it, I got 'em rockin' they pelvic bones and losin' clothes
The higher my album sales get, they love me
That's right you nailed it, they treatin' me like I'm Elvis
Naked pictures she mailed, she licked on a stamp and melted

So save your rap for the rookies, 'cause there ain't no rappers here
A show you do in a club is a show we do in the amphitheater
We packin' stadiums, ladies come in, I'll introduce ya
It's too packed to maneuver, crowd look like LaLaPalooza

We outshinin' the losers, know I ride with the Ruger
You know I'ma producer, weapon upside ya medulla
Got no time to seduce a super head type of seducer
Groupies tryin' to snake me, but Koopa denyin' Medusa's

Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
I got 'em screamin' loud as they be screamin' comin' out broads daily
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
She's sayin' she's in love with me and she is probably your lady

Like a rock star, like a rock star
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
Catch me gettin' into trouble like it's my job
When they listen to the cops come then I'ma

Rock on, rock, rock
Rock on, rock, rock

We gonna keep on rockin' 'n' rollin' till the wheels fall off
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Chamillitary Mayne
Young Money, we the new Red Hot Chili Peppers
We on fire, sold out arenas tearin' up tour buses
You know how we get down, rock on, hold up, hold up, hold up

Tryin' get the Ozzy Osborne paper Mayne
I'ma throw a pool party, me and the Playboy bunnies
Gonna be swimmin' in a pool of a paper like Scrooge McDuck
You're invited, if you can swim, rock on

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Texas 1947 - Lyrics - Guy Clark

Title: Texas 1947
Artist: Guy Clark
Composer(s): Guy Clark

Lyric:
Now bein' six years old
I had seen some trains before
So it's hard to figure out
What I'm at the depot for

Trains are big and black and smokin'
Steam screamin' at the wheels
And bigger than anything they is
At least that's the way she feels

Trains are big and black and smokin'
Louder in July four
But everybody's actin' like
this might be somethin' more

Than just pickin' up the mail
Or the soldiers from the war
This is somethin' that even old man
Wileman never seen before

And it's late afternoon
On a hot Texas day
Somethin' strange is goin' on
And we's all in the way

Well there's fifty or sixty people
Just sittin' on their cars
And the old men left their dominos
And they come down from the bars

And everybody's checkin'
Old Jack Kittrel check his watch
And us kids put our ears
To the rails to hear 'em pop

So we already knowed it
When I finally said, "Train time"
You'd a-thought that Jesus Christ
His-self was rollin' down the line

'Cause things got real quiet
Momma jerked me back
But not before I'd got the chance
to lay a nickel on the track

Look out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, she's gone
Screamin' straight through Texas
Like a mad dog Cyclone

Big, red, and silver
She don't make no smoke
She's a fast-rollin' streamline
Come to show the folks

I said, ?Look out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, she's gone
Screamin' straight through Texas
Like a mad dog Cyclone?

Lord, she never even stopped
But She left fifty or sixty people
Still sittin' on their cars
They're wonderin' what it's comin' to
And how it got this far

Oh, but me I got a nickel
Smashed flatter than a dime
By a mad dog, runaway
Red-silver streamline

Train look out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, she's gone
Screamin' straight through Texas
Like a mad dog Cyclone

Big, red, and silver
She don't make no smoke
She's a fast-rollin' streamline
Come to show the folks

I said, ?Look out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, she's gone
Screamin' straight through Texas
Like a mad dog Cyclone?

Look out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, she's gone
Screamin' straight through Texas
Like a mad dog Cyclone

Look out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, she's gone
Screamin' straight through Texas
Like a mad dog Cyclone

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Z - Holla - Lyrics - The Dynasty: Roc La Familia 2000 - Jay

Title: Z - Holla
Album: The Dynasty: Roc La Familia 2000
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Malik Cox, B. Biggs

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Lyric:
Uh
Y'all ready?
Y'all ready?
That's right

Holla if you real and you know you a G
Holla deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla in your hoods screamin' fuck police
Holla you keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla if you real and you know you a G
Holla deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla be in your hoods screamin' fuck police
Holla you keep a gun and you bust a beef

Niggas say I'm focused now, they know that's my style
But dogg, I'm on the block with that coke and a smile
I still got the crack heads ID
And they know, I collect for the first and fifteenth
I still take cabs to that capsule spot
For them 31 illusions and them purple tops
And the game ain't change, niggas is taught different
I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slippin'

That's why I eat, sleep, shit with my gat
Bag up, take a piss, fuck a bitch with my gat
And I done sold it all from crack to marijuana
You can't deny it, I'm in hoods like Tom Warner
Beat cop, take away, I keep my shit
They don't know I deliver off the beeps I get
And you snitch ass niggas wanna peep my shit
But I'ma show you how deep into these streets I get

Holla if you real and you know you a G
Holla deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla in your hoods screamin' fuck police
Holla you keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla if you real and you know you a G
Holla deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla be in your hoods screamin' fuck police
Holla you keep a gun and you bust a beef
Holla

See what this game made, and of age I came
And you up and coming rappers know you young to this game
I went from Marcy to Hollywood, I'm back again
I don't need no applaud, to clap again
Let alone, no award, from rap to win
Talk drama, get yourself wrapped up in
Severe head trauma, get beat with the nine lime a
Cut your hand off if you fuckin' with my product

That slayed shit, I'm on the grave shift
We all know fucked up money don't pay rent
You short with my ones, you short one thumb
You can't, come up short where the fuck I'm from
We got dues to pay, new tools to spray
Who's to say, Bleek won't make news today
You know the ooze'll spray if you refuse to pay
And I move the yae nigga day by day

Holla if you real and you know you a G
Holla deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla in your hoods screamin' fuck police
Holla you keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla if you real and you know you a G
Holla deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla be in your hoods screamin' fuck police
Holla you keep a gun and you bust a beef

Holla, holla, holla, holla, holla

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Banana Republic - Lyrics - Boomtown Rats

Title: Banana Republic
Artist: Boomtown Rats
Composer(s): Pete Briquette, Bob Geldof

Lyric:
Banana Republic, Septic Isle
Screamin' in the sufferin' sea, sounds like cryin'
Everywhere I go, yeah everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms, Police and Priests

And I wonder do you wonder while you're sleeping with your whore?
Sharing beds with history is like a-licking runnin' sores
Forty shades of green yeah, sixty shades of red
Heroes going cheap these days, price a bullet in the head

Banana Republic, Septic Isle
Sufferin' in the screamin' sea, sounds like dyin'
Everywhere I go, yeah everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms, Police and Priests

Take your hand and lead you up a garden path
Let me stand aside here and watch you pass
Strikin' up a soldier's song, I know that tune
It begs too many questions and answers too

Banana Republic, Septic Isle
Sufferin' in the screamin' sea, sounds like dyin'
Everywhere I go, yeah everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms, Police and Priests

The purple and the pinstripe they mutely shake their heads
A silence shriekin' volumes violence worse than they condemn
Stab you in the back yeah laughin' in your face
Glad to see the place again, it's a pity nothing's changed

Banana Republic, Septic Isle
Sufferin' in the screamin' sea, sounds like dyin'
Everywhere I go, yeah everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms, Police and Priests

Banana Republic, Septic Isle
Sufferin' in the screamin' sea, sounds like dyin'
Everywhere I go, yeah everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms, Police and Priests

Banana Republic, Septic Isle
Sufferin' in the screamin' sea, sounds like cryin'
Everywhere I go, yeah everywhere I see

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Screamer - Lyrics - Good Charlotte - Good Charlotte

Title: Screamer
Album: Good Charlotte
Artist: Good Charlotte
Composer(s): Benjamin Combs, Joel Combs

Lyric:
Communication is a lot like the wind
When I speak it's like no one understands
And I'm left with empty hands forever, I can't speak
So many things I'll never learn
You can't cross bridges that your burn

Why is life such an issue in your mind?
Why are the answers to my problems hard to find?
So hard to find!
So hard to find!

Don't forget to buckle when you fall
Beneath the pressure of the seconds
When your life became a screamer
Staring at the sea, things become so small
I want movies of my dreams and pictures on my wall
Pictures on my wall

Why is life such an issue in your mind?
Why are the answers to my problems hard to find?
So hard to find!
So hard to find!

You say that I'm a dreamer
I say you're a non-believer
Take out the light
Take out the light, start screamin'

I'm dreaming, I'm a dreamer
No one believes me
And you don't either
Don't tell me what to do

Take out the light
Take out the light
Take out the light
Take out the light, start screamin'

Take out the light
Take out the light
Take out the light
Take out the light, start screamin'

Take out the light, start screamin'
Take out the light, start screamin'
Take out the light, start screamin'
Yeah

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Ma Ma Ma - Lyrics - Joe Budden - Joe Budden

Title: Ma Ma Ma
Album: Joe Budden
Artist: Joe Budden
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Kotari Cox, Tyrone Wrice, Joe Budden, Joseph Kuleszynski, Bruce Washington, Tupac Shakur, Joseph Paquette, Rufus Cooper

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Lyric:
112, jump off
Yeah, y'know

You wanna get right, boo, headlights blue
Don't no other mami give me head like you
I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover
Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter
We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh
You goin' to sleep thinkin' that this can't be life
Don't mistake my talkin' modest
Still put you in the wild bedroom with the walk in closet

Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water
Full length minks, get rid of that three quarter
Ex-man never had you feelin' that fly
Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high
When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off
New school your neck, take that herringbone off
Stretch 'Vee playin' Manhattan
System old school, play 'em and had 'em, we makin' it happen, oh yeah

Turn this off for a minute
We can do bigger things if you widdit
We can be me and you, I know you feel it
You can say, "La lala la, la la la la"
All you want, you can get it
You can have all my time, let's spend it
The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
Got me screamin', "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma"

Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue
Got birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like you
I don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come
They already know they gotta pay for they meals
Say I'm, comin' at you with lines, think they lies
Just because I don't match your compatible sign
I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate
Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate

When I put it on you, you throw it right back
Who else you know gon' poke it like that?
And Ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin'
La lala la, la la la la, oh yeah, look
Private party, it's just me, you
And the new envy of ours, we won't be sorry
Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley
Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par

Turn this off for a minute
We can do bigger things if you widdit
We can be me and you, I know you feel it
You can say, "La lala la, la la la la"
All you want, you can get it
You can have all my time, let's spend it
The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
Got me screamin', "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma"

Look forget my miss, no let's remind miss
And I never let a clown disrespect my miss
I need dat in my life, a G might cry
But you the only one that ever get to see that side
Look, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rush
We can take baby steps, that may be the best
Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you
But Mom's sayin', "What's good? I'm tryin' to know you"

If you been for lookin' for the right one, well here he is
Ready to take things a little mo' serious
Ain't nervous no more, you heard it all before
Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin' that velor?
Stop, I'm tired of trickin', I'm tired of pigeons
Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in
Chefs are good when they gettin' right in the kitchen
Baby girl that's the life we'd be livin', over stand somethin'

Baby let me be with you more, hold you more
Let me get the chance, I can show you more
Let me get to know you more,
I'll be screamin' out, "La lala la, la la la la"
If I could, wife you out, ride this out
You're the only one I wouldn't ride without
I could show you what this life's about
I be screamin out, "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma"

Turn this off for a minute
We can do bigger things if you widdit
We can be me and you, I know you feel it
You can say, "La lala la, la la la la"
All you want, you can get it
You can have all my time, let's spend it
The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
Got me screamin, "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma"

Turn this off for a minute
We can do bigger things if you widdit
We can be me and you, I know you feel it
You can say, "La lala la, la la la la"
All you want, you can get it
You can have all my time, let's spend it
The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
Got me screamin, "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma"

This is the type of shit right here, listen
You gotta go to the car wash on this one
Hehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and shit
If it just went yesterday, when you wake up
Take it to the car wash, don't just get the exterior joint neither
We need the the the works, the thirty dollar joint
And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rear view
So it's smellin' nice and sexy like when they get inside

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Man'O'War (Remix) - Lyrics - Prince

Title: Man'O'War (Remix)
Artist: Prince
Composer(s): Prince Nelson

Lyric:
Why you screamin'?
You know I?m not a man 'o' war
Break the gold chain that I gave you
Throw it down on the floor

Instead of this seven-page letter
I wish I had peace of mind
My friends tell me, ?You should go get her?

But lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you
Is a waste of time
Oh yes, it is, a waste of time, ooh

I need to get out of this city
I need to get you out of my head
I need to get away from the words that you said to me

(Why you screamin'?
You know I?m not a man 'o' war)
How could've you think that I could
Put somethin' inside of someone
That I put inside you, inside you?

Even if I tried to, tried to
I couldn?t 'cuz I still smell like the last time, baby

Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you
Is a waste of time
Oh, yes, it is
Lovin' you, a waste of time, baby

I need to feel wanted again
I need to feel love is alive, yeah
I need to hear you say
That you ain?t lookin' for another reason to make me cry

(Why you screamin'?)
You know I?m not a man 'o' war
I?ve been trying to make you happy, baby
Ever since we were sophomores

But lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you
Is a waste of time, oh, yes, it is
Oh, is a waste of time, waste of time, waste of time

If there is no future
Then there is no past
And all we?ve got is right now
Let?s make it last, make it last, make it last

(Why you screamin'?)
You know I?m not a man 'o' war
Break the gold chain
(Break the gold chain that I gave you)
Throw it down on the floor, oh, baby

Instead of this seven-page letter
I wish I had peace of mind
My friends tell me, ?You should go get her?

Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you
Is a waste of time
Oh, a waste of time, yeah

I need to get out of this city
I need to get you out of my head
I need to
I need to get away from the words that you said to me, I need to

I need to feel wanted again
Oh, I need to hear no sin
Hear me

But lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you

(Why you screamin'?)
You know I?m not a man 'o' war
Break the gold chain that I gave you
Throw it down on the floor, oh, baby

Instead of this seven-page letter
I wish I had peace of mind
My friends tell me, ?You should go get her?

But lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you
Is a waste of time
You know I?m not a man 'o' war

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I Cant Let U Go - Lyrics - Usher

Title: I Cant Let U Go
Artist: Usher
Composer(s): Usher Raymond, Jermaine Dupri, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
Yo, I'm sick of this man
I can't even talk no more
'Cuz I hate the fact that I love you so much
And you know what I'm sayin'

You don't even understand what this is doin' to me
Every time try to get away
I just can't let you go, you know what I'm sayin'
I just can't let you go

I never ever wanna hurt ya, I just wanna love ya
I just wanna sex you up
I wanna give you everything you need, thing you want, just lay down
Let me love ya all night long
(It was beautiful when we first started)

I don't want to leave you, I just wanna keep you
When they saw me they saw you
Damn the world, it's just me and my girl that's how I felt
Every time I thought it was right, it went left

We used to laugh and party
Now all we do is argue
(What happened to all the good times)
I tell myself I don't want you no more but
I can't let you go
(You see I can't let you go)

So much love and hurt and hate
(I hate this)
People screamin' it won't work
Time and time I say I'm gonna leave
(See what I'm sayin')
But I can't let you go

Now you wanna be real insensitive and act kinda funny man
You know what man, you ain't even gotta wait till in the mornin' man
You can get out of here tonight man
Ayo Glen come grab her shit and get her outta here

Baby you don't gotta like me but you're not gonna fight me
You can't walk away and say
I never gave you everything you want, thing you need
All we ever do is argue all night long

I don't wanna leave ya, see ya with anotha brotha lovin' ya
Sayin', damn the world, it's me and my girl
It's how I feel when you think everything is real
But it really ain't

We used to laugh and party
Now all we do is argue
I tell myself I don't want you no more but
I can't let you go

So much love and hurt and hate
People screamin' it won't work
Time and time I say I'm gonna leave
But I can't let you go

We used to laugh and party
Now all we do is argue
I tell myself I don't want you no more but
I can't let you go

So much love and hurt and hate
People screamin' it won't work
Time and time I say I'm gonna leave
But I can't let you go

Got me, walkin' around, ready to snap
Got me, walkin' around lookin' for somebody to slap
Got me, goin', goin' with no pause
Got me, up in cardiac everyday just 'cuz

Got me, arguein' 'bout lil' stuff, she don't call lil' stuff
It get a little rough, we kiss and make up
She wanna, say what she wanna I don't play that
She wanna, constantly bring up shit from way back

Got me, thinkin' about her while I'm watchin' a flick
Got me, dippin' through traffic trying to get home quick
Got me, talkin' to myself I'm hatin' this
Got me, wantin' to wild out like I'm Jadakiss

Got me, in a place I never thought I would see
Got me, not wantin' to stay not wantin' to leave
Got me, happy, got me, confused
Got me wishin' I could get it how I used to

We used to laugh and party
Now all we do is argue
I tell myself I don't want you no more but
I can't let you go

So much love and hurt and hate
People screamin' it won't work
Time and time I say I'm gonna leave
But I can't let you go

We used to laugh and party
Now all we do is argue
I tell myself I don't want you no more but
I can't let you go

So much love and hurt and hate
People screamin' it won't work
Time and time I say I'm gonna leave
But I can't let you go

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Z - Money Ain'T A Thing - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Money Ain'T A Thing
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh, uh, so so Def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun, son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one, zero, zero, zero, oh doub'
Damn, near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match
Cats say, I'm the shit man
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burn than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye, bye with da, da and I ain't gotta say no mo'

I'm 'The Truth' like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know about y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

Y'all shit ain't for real 'til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill
Said, she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light gray
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level
Where I'm at your check, you better double that
And personally your raps is where the trouble at

I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screamin' it's not a game
Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

So so Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is
Rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on

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Money Aint A Thang - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Money Aint A Thang
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh uh
So So Def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Come on, y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match
Cats say, "I'm the shit man"
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burn than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'

I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know about y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck, I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

Yeah, yeah, so let's play

So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level
Where I'm at, your check, you better double that
And personally your raps is where the trouble at

I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screamin', it's not a game
Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even, me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is
Rock, rock on
Rock, rock on
Rock

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Help Me - Lyrics - Exclusive - Chris Brown

Title: Help Me
Album: Exclusive
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Steven L Russell, Robin Tadross, Damon E Thomas, James Fauntleroy, Harvey William Jr Mason

Lyric:
You look so good, I can?t believe it
I'm out my mind, I shouldn?t be
But oh, women like you steal my control
Seen [Incomprehensible]
Come on, girl, don't be scared now, baby

Help me, help me, help me
I want you to help me, help me, help me
I can?t stop myself, you?re actin? lovely
I wanna have you screamin?, love you roughly

I need a little bit of help
You bringin? your body down
Whenever I take them out
I end up takin? them down

Can you help me, help me, help me?
Shoot me or somethin?
Now help me, help me, help me
Kill me or somethin'

Help me here, so alone good, I got a problem
I?m out of my mind over your body
But, oh, women like you steal my control
Seen [Incomprehensible]
Come on, girl, don't be scared now, baby

Help me, help me, help me
I want you to help me, help me, help me
I can?t stop myself, you?re actin? lovely
I wanna have you screamin?, love you roughly

I need a little bit of help
You bringin? your body down
Whenever I take them out
I end up takin? them down

Can you help me, help me, help me?
Shoot me or somethin?
Now help me, help me, help me
Kill me or somethin'

Won't you help me ?cause I can?t leave it alone
I can?t stop it ?cause every time I get it alone I gotta pop it
It's like that I be feelin? too grown, I'm feenin?
I be club hoppin?, tryin? to get somethin? poppin?

And I when I get her alone I really know what I'm on
And I ain't tryna be good so I?m gon? let you know
It?s like, whoa, I need help tryna get it this under control

Help me, help me, help me
I want you to help me, help me, help me
I can?t stop myself, you?re actin? lovely
I wanna have you screamin?, love you roughly

I need a little bit of help
You bringin? your body down
Whenever I take them out
I end up takin? them down

Can you help me, help me, help me?
Shoot me or somethin?
Now help me, help me, help me
Kill me or somethin'

Help me, help me, help me
I want you to help me, help me, help me
I can?t stop myself, you?re actin? lovely
I wanna have you screamin?, love you roughly

I need a little bit of help
You bringin? your body down
Whenever I take them out
I end up takin? them down

Can you help me, help me, help me?
Shoot me or somethin?
Now help me, help me, help me
Kill me or something
I need

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