Shopping For Blood - Lyrics - Franz Ferdinand

Title: Shopping For Blood
Artist: Franz Ferdinand
Composer(s): Nicholas Mccarthy, Paul Thompson, Alexander Paul K Huntley

Lyric:
I live in the Merchant city
Drive a four by four
Oh, I eat M and S, it tastes of nothing
Oh, I taste of nothing

I am the new Scottish gentry
An anglified vowel, sub London thoughts
I am the new Scottish gentry
An anglified vowel, sub London thoughts, so

So I'm shopping, shopping for blood
Oh, I'm shopping, I'm shopping for blood
So I'm shopping, shopping for blood
Oh, I'm shopping, I'm shopping for

So, it's leather for leisure, velcro for sport
Oh, it's a first appearance at the new civil court
Oh, it's the leather for leisure, velcro for sport
It's a first appearance at the new civil court

Hi there, hi
Shopping for blood, blood
I agree
Oh, hi there
I'm shopping
Shopping for blood, blood
Oh, I agree

I am the new Scottish gentry
An anglified vowel, sub London thoughts
I am the new Scottish gentry
An anglified vowel, sub media thoughts

So I'm shopping, shopping for blood
Oh, I'm shopping, shopping for blood
So I'm shopping, shopping for blood
Oh, I'm shopping, I'm shopping for

So, it's leather for leisure, velcro for sport
It's a first appearance at the new civil court
It's leather for leisure, a velcro for sport
It's a first appearance at the new civil court

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Roll Up Your Sleeves - Lyrics - Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon

Title: Roll Up Your Sleeves
Album: Mickey Avalon
Artist: Mickey Avalon
Composer(s): Alan Maman, Albert < Johnson,Us 2> Galt Macdermot, Yeshe Paljor Perl, Aaron Harris

Lyric:
For next to nothin', your soul could be mine
Now that I've got your attention, look you dead in the eyes
If you're gonna make a move, better be quick
'Cause the last mother fucker stuttered and got clipped

I stick and move like a dog in the night
Who prowls but won't growl, before I'm gonna bite
Street lamps light the way, as I stray
Past the corner liquor store and the penny arcade

Juiced on bennys and hard lemonade
I boost so many sweets, I've got tooth decay
Who say, that Mickey can't rock your life
I've been up for 2 days straight and 3 nights

I wear my lee's tight and tapered at the bottom
I bought them at the swap meet in Spanish Harlem
So, if you got a problem you know where I'm at
Lurkin' in the garden with snakes and gutter rats

At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'ma have to swing
So, don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'ma have to swing
So, don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

With eyes on the back of my head, after dark
I'm just a lone drifter, on the lookout for a mark
I've got angles that'll tangle masterminds, with heart
Fuck it, I'll even run a bump on his shopping cart

When I was young my father, rest in peace
Taught me how to pick a pocket and copy car keys
As a little boy I'd hop through chimneys
Skilled at the art of making enemies

So if you got beef, better have good luck because
Even if you knock me down, I'll get up
And if you don't kill me, I'ma slice your gut
With a straight edge razor, riddled with rust

Blood lust takes me over, when I close my eyes
And look back over these jet black skies
My time here, may be short or long
So, when I rhyme here I'ma light this on

At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'ma have to swing
So, don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swing
So, don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

What you lookin' at punk you don't know me from Adam
And you have the nerve to step on my chucks, fuck that
I wasn't brought up to turn the other cheek
I'll break your mothers back, just for touchin' me

I crush M.C's with line, step line, they're mute
Stranglin' triangles, spheres, and cubes
The day old leader throwin' jabs and slabs
Of meat that hang on hooks and straight stink

Go play the clubs that love to dance
Where chumps, step bump me as they walk on past
Avalon don't care none for breasts
Less they cook and clean and wipe my ass

At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'ma have to swing
So, don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'ma have to swing
So, don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
Crazy ill, mad rap
My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
Crazy ill, mad rap

My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
Crazy ill, mad rap
My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
Crazy ill, mad rap

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Thug Niggas Don'T Live That Long - Lyrics - Trick Daddy

Title: Thug Niggas Don'T Live That Long
Artist: Trick Daddy
Composer(s): Maurice Young

Lyric:
You gon' save that?

Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Yeah

Thug niggas don't live that long
(Thug niggas don't live that long)
Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
But I'll be waiting 'til they come back home
(I'll be waiting for you)

I wanna buy me a Benz but I'm fifty-grand short
I got to get this cheese without a nigga getting caught
2 freaks is in the jungle now, I'm taking care of mama now
My lil' dog caught a case, I got to bail him out

I got you bobbin' to this real shit, so reason why a nigga kill shit
That's how it is shit, see papa was a rolling stone
He left mama alone, she raised us on her own
Them bitches curious, why I'm so motherfucking serious

Hard times got me pumped up and furious
I want y'all to free all my dogs
Before I get my gun and start killin' your halls
Call me the butcherman

I take my beef straight to the man
I put it so only thug niggas understand
Keep bitches out your game get paid
Just remember and respect what the old girl said

Thug niggas don't live that long
(Thug niggas don't live that long)
Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
But I'll be waiting 'til they come back home
(I'll be waiting for you)

I got some niggas on the other side
One day I got to take a ride
And let them know I still represent the Southside
No more shopping at the flea I'm rolling D's and Lo's

I'm getting head, feeling bread from these sleezy hoez
And can't nann bitch forget that nigga Hollywood
Big ends steering wheel made of wood
I heard it was four niggas three shit, one ho nigga

I'm out the pen with you Howdy folk
Who gon die next, who mama gon' cry next
Who sister get to wear the black dress
That's how we living though

Dead and gone before he twenty-four
Or in jail, but y'all don't hear me though
As I continue with this thug shit
With all this blood and shit

But all us thug niggas love this
For the love of greed and riches
But money don't need no bitches
So I'm killin' all snitches

Thug niggas don't live that long
(Thug niggas don't live that long)
Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
But I'll be waiting 'til they come back home
(I'll be waiting for you)

I'm doing this one for the thugs
And the niggas on the corner selling drugs for the thugs
Yes sir

I'm doing this one for the thugs
And the niggas on the corner selling drugs for the thugs
Yes sir

If I was a hundred dollar bill, I'd make you niggas kill for me
Go to prison do about a hundred years for me
Get a gat and go Jack Robin Steele for me
Just to pay a bitch bills with me

I'm dissing every nigga who got me fucking
A bitch better fuck for pregnant nuts
You see it be them same niggas 'cause coochie ass lame niggas
(Last time)

Learn some motherfucking thangs nigga
Now picture me as a killer, young black dope dealer
I'm doing this one for my niggas who ride for this
Who even lost they life for this and them niggas who survivin' this
They don't live that long

Thug niggas don't live that long
(Thug niggas don't live that long)
Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
But I'll be waiting 'til they come back home
(I'll be waiting for you)

Thug niggas don't live that long
(Thug niggas don't live that long)
Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
But I'll be waiting 'til they come back home
(I'll be waiting for you)

Thug niggas don't live that long

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Ice Water - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: Ice Water
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Corey Woods

Lyric:
Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz
Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck
Mira afrente

Take a one on one to this shit y'all
(Yeah)
Get your nostrils clear
(Yeah)
Come on, sniff your brains out
All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz
(Yeah)
Who's down with drug smuggling
Cappadonna Golden Arms

Yo, yo, take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the beaches, jury shopping out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people sayin' dem not change, look, truckle me

But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet?
Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin', ready for robbin'
But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas

Son, it's on, so we can just Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion
The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas, murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga, Jay Love
Who carries switch blades on the red roof

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep
Into my realm of sunshine, I praise divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime
Crossed over grain while we was bubblin' moonshine
Sippin' on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino

Develop while your head be swellin' up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation
Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared all inside your bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster

Yeah, yeah, eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch, except for overtime nigga
Any ass money should be fine
'Cause I'm coming strong, reakin' niggas backs, keepin' shit real
If you haven't noticed crazy ass, rusty ass nigga
Let me tell you this four times

Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Golden Arms
Is comin' through mad strong
From the isles of Shaolin
For all them faggot ass
Rusty ticket-head bitches too
Shump shump baby

Yo, back in the days, baggin' crack, scrapin' plates
Flippin' cakes to them heavy head, niggaz hatin' Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin' in halls gettin' over
City niggaz who for blood money rockin' Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket
In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums, watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one

Politickin', purse vickin', sick of these Dominicans
Eatin' good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans
That's life, to top it all off, beef for white
Pullin' bleach out tryin' to throw it in my eyesight
Yo, what the fuck was on yo mind?

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Take Care Of Me - Lyrics - Az

Title: Take Care Of Me
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony S Cruz, Sherree Patri Ford-Payne, Larry Gates

Lyric:
Let me call shortie up
If tonight's the, night then let me know
Hit me up as soon as possible
Got it on right here for you baby, take care of me
Keep doing this, man

We could do that little bit ya like
You know the one that keeps us up all night
I'm a little uptight baby, baby, take care of me
Amusing me, huh? Okay

Look, I just landed, your request is granted
I'm in some 2-seater, pumping the best of Janet
Be through in a minute or two, I'm wit the fellas
Bullshitting, trying to finish my brew

But I'm here, it's nice weather, short-sleeve
Ice weather, had on the Matins but the Nikes was better
Hope you relax and tonight's whatever
Fatal attraction, the life of pleasure

Got bottles of the L I Q, champagne a little 'Gnac
You can tell I knew, talk to me
The house or the 'telly suite, I need to know
The perception on my celly's weak, batteries low

If tonight's the, night then let me know, hello? Yo
Hit me up as soon as possible, damn
Got it on right here for you baby, take care of me
Keep on doing this shit, word up

We could do that little bit ya like
Gotta give all this up, man
You know the one that keeps us up all night, crazy
I'm a little uptight baby, baby, take care of me

Listen, I need a diva that could roll cheeba
Blow in and out of town on her own leisure
Love shopping, Kahlua's when she club hopping
Pretty toes, love the pose when the thug's watching

Play fair, hair done, face clear
Type of chick any playa wanna take care, she that nice
The truth is, I've been trapped twice
Told her my life, need a wife for me to act right

Or could it be, just me on a hoe spree
Nowadays, live alone and I'm lonely, spreading my wings
A player in prokeds and some jeans, a pioneer
And getting slow head is my thing

I'm in the mix wit the lies come along wit the tricks
Improvise, pretty thighs come along wit the hips
I can't knock it, try it but I can't stop it
It's in my blood, like the same way I love chocolate
And all I hear is

If tonight's the night then, let me know, whoa
Hit me up as soon as possible, it's on now
Got it on right here for you baby, take care of me
Gotta get away man, gotta leave this alone man

We could do that little bit ya like, can't keep living like this
You know the one that keeps us up all night, just one shortie, one, one
I'm a little uptight baby, baby, take care of me
That's all I need one, word up

I'm in my prime wit a lot on my plate, the party life
Clear my mind when I'm out of the states
Feeling relieved, revived when I'm feeling the breeze
I'm at my best when I'm chilling and I'm feeling at ease
Ladies respect

It's hard when I'm backwards balling, playing the field
And a whole lotta ass be calling, nothing is real
Is it wrong 'cuz I'm doing my thing? Pimping if, either or
But I do what you dream

Follow the leader, I've seen what I needed to see
Leave it to me and believe I'm not easy to g
Don't even try it, so ladies, all together, let's sing it
I know your needs and your wants
And if you want me to bring it, I gotta hear it

If tonight's the, night then let me know, okay
Hit me up as soon as possible, I'ma figure this all out
Got it on for you right here baby, take care of me
I don't if I'm getting used

We could do that little bit ya like
Or if I'm using them, I'ma figure this all out though
You know the one that keeps us up all night
I'm getting ready to go through though
I'm a little uptight baby, baby, take care of me

Try that, you'll find out where you at, hold up
Yo dun lemme use your cell for a minute men
My, mine's dead man
Getting ready to break out, yeah, try that

I'll see y'all tomorrow, man, word up
Eyo, save some of that too for tomorrow
We outta here, man, we going to Vegas
Our year, tomorrow

If tonight's the night then let me know
Hit me up as soon as possible
Got it on for you right here baby, take care of me

We could do that little bit ya like
You know the one that keeps us up all night
I'm a little uptight baby, baby, take care of me

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Who Am I - Lyrics - Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz

Title: Who Am I
Artist: Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz
Composer(s): Peter Pankey, Floyd E P Wilcox, Sean T Hamilton, Dave A Atkinson

Lyric:
What, yo yo yo yo
I'm broken down from keys to Oz's to grams
And being sold in city blocks moving hand to hand
Who am I?
You can find me on a corner of your block
And I'm boning powder forming transform into a rock
Who am I?

I suck the life out of a nigga put your dick in the sand
I'm transported through borders for grams
So who am I?
Small and white like shining so bright
Might take your son's life in the middle of the night
Who am I?

Chopped down a hundred packs for hundred stacks
And I'm sold through a hole through the wall, I'm controlling you all
So who am I?
My pipe game is wicked
And an hour get you by and it can be kinda fitted
Who am I?

I might last for five minutes, but that's all right
Because that 25 Mitch will get you high all night
So who am I?
I'm born to kill blacks
And I'm made in the U.S. I'm known as crack

So who am I?
Very small, and I stashed in walls
(Who am I?)
I get you high and I'm smoked in halls
(Who am I?)
You must come if hear me call

So who am I?
I'm kinda wild, I do a killing with a smile
(Who am I?)
I move in file when you hear me go blau
(Who am I?)
I'm Teflon so how you like me now?
So who am I?

Yo, I travel at the speed of light and it ain't right
And I quick to run up and take your life in the night
I hang with cops and thugs and they call me slugs
Just like Christmas I light shit up

I got cousins and clips
That hang around bloods and crips
Mostly found around your drugs and whips
Find me in a artery

Somewhere in your body
While your lying there leaking
Looking at Lord saying, "Soddy"
I was shot at the best

(Fly)
Hit many vests
But 9 out of 10 I pierce through many chests
Colorblind, hell if I'm not like fuck it
Kids and ladies and even babies kick the bucket

S'more like a rich bitch in the store shopping
Seven I pop, there'll be a lotta niggas dropping
Majority, minority die when I fuck
But I mean I'm just a bullet and I don't give a fuck

I'm kinda wild, I do a killing with a smile
(Who am I?)
I move in file when you hear me go blau
(Who am I?)
I'm Teflon so how you like me now?
Who am I?

Unseen and I'm quick to do a killing
(Who am I?)
I move fast and I laugh at penicillin'
(Who am I?)
The type of nigga that'd make ya die
So who am I?

You can find me in your body if you don't use protection
It's fifty cent all your fucking life learn a lesson
I'm small but deadly, break a nigga down
I know you heard my name 'cause nigga I get around

Now I pray on the ones who lust for sex and drugs
Shooting out dicks and needles polluting your blood
When I see you, and I see you
Corrupt and I'm up and who you fucking, who she fucking

Yo, I'm the biggest nigga on your block
And I kill more niggas than your glock, like or not
I'm outta control, pull your body outta your soul
Than I laugh as I watch your family watch you fold

Now you can catch me but can't kill me
Try to scare but you can't feel me
Mothafuckers just don't hear me in the year 2010
Probably be the end, I just spread around the world and I do it again

Unseen and I'm quick to do a killing
(Who am I?)
I move fast and I laugh at penicillin'
(Who am I?)
The type of nigga that'd make ya die
So who am I?
What, what

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Tonight Is Christmas - Lyrics - Christmas - Alabama

Title: Tonight Is Christmas
Album: Christmas
Artist: Alabama
Composer(s): Stan Munsey Jr., Keith Worsham, Steve A Baccus, Donnie H Matthews

Lyric:
The factories are all shut down and the shopping malls are all closed
And the busy streets are all empty except for the falling snow
And in the small towns, in the cities families gather as one
'Cause the night of love and sharing they look forward to has come

'Cause tonight is Christmas, tonight is love
Tonight we celebrate God's one and only son
Tonight there's hope for peace on earth eternally
Tonight is Christmas and the world's in harmony

But across the seas two armies stare down at each other's guns
Each believing in their cause enough to die or kill the other one
But tonight there'll be no shooting, not a drop of blood will spill
They will cease their fire this silent night in the name of peace and goodwill

'Cause tonight is Christmas, tonight is love
Tonight we celebrate God's one and only son
Tonight there's hope for peace on earth eternally
Tonight is Christmas and the world's in harmony

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Big Boy Pimpin' - Lyrics - Hated on Mostly - Crime Mob

Title: Big Boy Pimpin'
Album: Hated on Mostly
Artist: Crime Mob
Composer(s): Jonathan Lewis, Venetia Lewis, Alphonce Tyree Smith, Jarques Usher

Lyric:
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)

You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)

You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)

You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)

You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)

You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)

You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)

You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)
You big boy pimpin'
(Ay)

If she walk you to your car
(You big boy pimpin')
A neighborhood superstar
(You big boy pimpin')
If you buyin' out the bar
(You big boy pimpin')
And you know you livin' large
(You big boy pimpin')

If she walk you to your car
(You big boy pimpin')
A neighborhood superstar
(You big boy pimpin')
If you buyin' out the bar
(You big boy pimpin')
And you know you livin' large
(You big boy pimpin')

I'm big boy pimpin', yeah I be spendin'
Hundreds and fifties, Lil J got plenty
Pockets be too fat, I be's a cool cat
Can't spend on that ho, I just can't do that

You know I get dough, get some then get mo
I don't buy one drank, I buy a shitload
These bitches need me, they fuck me then feed me
Won't make no housewife, out no goddamn freak

I can be a pimp if I wanna, bossin' these niggas around
Tell they ass to get my money, or somethin's goin' down
I make niggas go crazy, have them callin' me baby
Spendin' their entire paychecks on the regular basis

To get my hair done, nails too, then to need to get some clothes
Don't ask me no questions 'cause you know everything that I say goes
Ain't got no love for niggas and that's how it's gotta be
Pimpin's in my blood for life so hate the game but don't hate me

If she walk you to your car
(You big boy pimpin')
A neighborhood superstar
(You big boy pimpin')
If you buyin' out the bar
(You big boy pimpin')
And you know you livin' large
(You big boy pimpin')

If she walk you to your car
(You big boy pimpin')
A neighborhood superstar
(You big boy pimpin')
If you buyin' out the bar
(You big boy pimpin')
And you know you livin' large
(You big boy pimpin')

I be big boy pimpin' I got run in all my whips
When I mash on the gas I leave tracks like a glimpse
I got broads in every zip I get zips for the low
Pimpin' large, takin' charge, gettin' money from these hoes

Steadily countin' fat rolls, pockets swole, I get ace
Livin' life up to the fullest cus it's money I love to make
Somethin' I gotta say, cus it's in my agenda
Big boy pimpin', summer spring fall and winter 'cause I'm a winner

Big girl pimpin', systems hittin', 20s spinnin' on the lac
My hair stay fixed, the brand new kicks
Dollars be real pockets stay fat 'cause I'm a mack with this pimpin' shit
You know I'm on some other shit

'Cause if it ain't about no money then it ain't makin' no sense
Free trips, on the shopping spree, ballin' ain't nothin to me
Prada, Apple Bottom, Levi, Louis and Gucci
No exception, no excuses, but your ass better pay me
So if you want some of this pimpin' shit come holla at me, baby

If she walk you to your car
(You big boy pimpin')
A neighborhood superstar
(You big boy pimpin')
If you buyin' out the bar
(You big boy pimpin')
And you know you livin' large
(You big boy pimpin')

If she walk you to your car
(You big boy pimpin')
A neighborhood superstar
(You big boy pimpin')
If you buyin' out the bar
(You big boy pimpin')
And you know you livin' large
(You big boy pimpin')

Big boy pimpin' in this thang, with so much game
These hoes keep runnin' on me cus I ain't lame
See shawty fuck the thang, your boy won't change
So many hoes callin' but I don't know they name

'Cause I'm a goddamn pimp, and don't let that be mistaken
They call me M.I.G and all these hoes wanna taste me
I put that giant tootsie roll in they mouth like, "What's shakin'?"
'Cause I'm a big boy pimp and most these niggas be fakin'

If she walk you to your car
(You big boy pimpin')
A neighborhood superstar
(You big boy pimpin')
If you buyin' out the bar
(You big boy pimpin')
And you know you livin' large
(You big boy pimpin')

If she walk you to your car
(You big boy pimpin')
A neighborhood superstar
(You big boy pimpin')
If you buyin' out the bar
(You big boy pimpin')
And you know you livin' large
(You big boy pimpin')

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The Evil Eye - Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Title: The Evil Eye
Artist: Joe Jackson
Composer(s): David Ian Jackson

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Lyric:
People say there's no such thing as voodoo
I don't know why
People say there's no such thing as love
I got a job in S.E. 15

And after tax my wage is 16
July, the 17th, I'll be 18
I don't think I'll live till 19
People say I'm looking so much older than what I am

People laugh at me when I say why
I'm being watched by the evil eye
Working for a man who wears
A straw hat and never smiles

And an apron striped and splashed with blood
I stack a pig's head on the shelf
The boss comes along and says move yourself
I can't move, I'm hypnotized

Staring into a dead pig's eyes
I turn around and all I see is ladies
With shopping bags
Staring at me trying to read my mind

And I'm being watched by the evil eye
And I'm being watched by the evil eye

Walking home on my own
Standing on the bus stop
Crossing the road
I'm being followed 'cause I can feel

Someone's breath on my neck
Someone's toe on my heel
Gotta keep on walking
I can't stop now, I've come too far

Wait till I get home and lock the door
I got the candles burning low
I got the Cramps on the stereo
I got the doll now I can start

With a pin right through the heart
I got dolls with straw hats
I got ladies with shopping bags
They'll be sorry, they crossed me tonight

Now they're being watched by the evil eye
Being watched by the evil eye

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Swinefever - Lyrics - The The

Title: Swinefever
Artist: The The
Composer(s): Matt Johnson

Lyric:
Fee fi fo fum
Smell the blood of a gullible bum
Brain dead bored bought into the fraud
Bigger, harder, faster, more

Trying to find some way of stopping
Struggling home with bags of shopping
Gotta buy, gotta gotta buy buy
Gotta buy, gotta gotta gotta gotta buy

Don't even like it
But you've just gotta try it
You don't even want it
But you're gonna buy, gonna gonna gonna buy it

Always someone on the TV screen
Trying to sell you something, you don't want or need
Sponsored by this, brought to you by that
Even as you slump in the back seat of a cab

But if it ain't you
Well, what're you gonna do?
There's always someone
Right behind you in the queue

Don't even like it
But you've just gotta try it
You don't even want it
But you're gonna buy, gonna gonna gonna buy it

You don't even need it
But you've just gotta have it
You don't even want it
But you're gonna buy, gonna gonna gonna buy it

Fee fi fo fum
Smell the blood of a gullible bum
Who should've been happy, could've been content
Who got everything he set out to get

But what is the use of possessing the world
When you do not even possess your self?
What is the point of selling your soul
When there's nothing to buy and nowhere to go?

Don't even like it
But you've just gotta try it
You don't even want it
But you're gonna buy, gonna gonna gonna buy it

You don't even need it
But you've just gotta have it
You don't even want it
But you're gonna buy, gonna gonna gonna buy it

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Overnight Celebrity - Lyrics - Chicago's Finest - Kanye West

Title: Overnight Celebrity
Album: Chicago's Finest
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): M Ben-Ari, Kanye Omari West, Michael Bennett, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Lenny Williams

Lyric:
Oh, you didn't think we can do it again
Twista, Kanye West, from po pimping to poppin' tags
From Chunkiest to Slow Jamz, oh baby
We can even make you a overnight celebrity
Know what I'm saying, come on

Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like
Drive whips, I know they like
Twista, you told her right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Give you ice, like Kobe right
We sorta like Goldie right
The way, we mode 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight

Girl I see you, in them apple bottom jeans
Chinchilla on your back, I wanna know your name
Girl I'm Twista, I could blow your brains
Put you in a chameleon, O-four range
Still sexy, when you smoke that flame
Jerk you like a chicken, when you throw that thang
She got me hotter than a oven, the way that she talk
Switching to freaky so I'm loving the way that she walk
You looking good girl but you oughta be in pictures
Listen to me, I see your career going sky high
Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi
And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Watching you should be a thrill, got the fellas
Hustling trying to get, steady screaming my, my, my, my
Walk on the carpet, with the bells that flick in the dark
Kicking it on the couch, at one O six and park
I can see your beauty, on the big screen
I can see me freaking you, with whip cream
I can see you on stage, at the awards
With a dress better than Jennifer's, and doing big things
Kick it with me, I can mold your life
You looking good girl, show you right
Dre told me, you the prototype
I can make you a celebrity overnight

Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like
Drive whips, I know they like
Twista, you told her right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Give you ice, like Kobe right
We sorta like Goldie right
The way, we mode 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight

Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like
Drive whips, I know they like
Twista, you told her right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Give you ice, like Kobe right
We sorta like Goldie right
The way, we mode 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight

You want fame, you can take that path
Candlelights, when you take the bath
You got, such a sensational ass
I'ma get you Jimmy Cho and Marc Jacob bags
I can cop her, a two thousand and three
Make her smile, when she sees Spre's
I can get you on CD's, and DVD's
Take you to Bebe's and B.C.B.G.'s
I can get you in the places, to be into
The people to know or show you things, sticker than to
I wanna be your lover, undercover don
And protect you from others, don't ever let a brother pimp you
If you want the style, you can rich your blood
Y'all take a look at her, she got such an astonishing body
I can see you in some Gucci or Roberto Cavalli
And I bet she gon' put a hurt on 'em, hard in the party
And you know you kill 'em in the club, we go
You was born to be a po', how you gon sticking fo' do's
And I love you, 'cause you freaky with the dope clothes
Drop it to the flo', let it go when you roll slow
And I love it, when I hit it from the back
And you get on top of me, and have a brother going, oh, oh
Girl I love, how you roll me right
I can make you, a celebrity overnight

Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like
Drive whips, I know they like
Twista, you told her right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Give you ice, like Kobe right
We sorta like Goldie right
The way, we mode 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight

You see, see baby girl
You see how you make a brother break down
I just gotta ask you, what you need
What you need from me, oh you wanna be a star
Are you messing with the right one?
I can take you there, I can make sure
You've got all the finest things
Let me be your manager

Come here girl, I could see you bored
Took you to the queen, that I see you for
Take you shopping on sprees, in stores
I'ma get you, to the MTV awards
We about, to do a show tonight
You looking good girl, show you right
Take you places, I know you like
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Come here girl, you could hang if you bored
We could do, plenty things plus more
I'm about to have you, change in the stores
I can even get you, to the Soul Train awards
We about, to do a show tonight
You looking good girl, show you right
Take you places, I know you like
I could make you a celebrity overnight

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