Silver Bullet - Lyrics - The Silence In Black And White - Hawthorne Heights

Title: Silver Bullet
Album: The Silence In Black And White
Artist: Hawthorne Heights
Composer(s): Eran Bucciarelli-Tieger, Casey H Calvert, Micah Alan Carli, Matthew Phillip Ridenour, James Thomas Ii Woodruff

Lyric:
Tonight, we'll fly away so high
Our first full moon sky

I'll breathe you in
I won't let you down
I won't hold you back
I won't make a sound

I know what scares you the most
Being alone or just like them
Being alive while feeling so, dead

At least you'll have my heart
You know, you shine so bright

I got a single silver bullet
Shot right through my heart
To prove I can survive
Without you

I got a single silver bullet
Shot right through my heart
To prove I can survive

Can you sleep at night
If I hold you tight?
I won't let you go
This feels so right

Please don't leave this time

At least you'll have my heart
You know, you shine so bright

I got a single silver bullet
Shot right through my heart
To prove I can survive
Without you

I got a single silver bullet
Shot right through my heart
To prove I can survive

Tonight, we'll fly away so high
Tonight, we'll fly away
You know the moon is full and
I can't live without you

Tonight, we'll fly away
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, we'll fly away
Tonight

I got a single silver bullet
Shot right through my heart
To prove I can survive
Without you

I got a single silver bullet
Shot right through my heart
To prove I can survive

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I'M On The Run - Lyrics - One Vice At A Time - Krokus

Title: I'M On The Run
Album: One Vice At A Time
Artist: Krokus
Composer(s): Fernando Von Arb, Chris Von Rohr

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Lyric:
Standing at the station
Waitin' for the train
No money for a BLT
Can't afford the plane

Sat me down in a smoker
Rolled me up a jay
Time is up, runnin' hot
This boy is on his way

I'm on the run, I'm on the run
Loaded like a gun
I'm on the run, I'm on the run
Silver bullet to the sun

I'm on the run, I'm on the run
Loaded like a gun
I'm on the run, I'm on the run
Silver bullet to the sun

Ooh, meet a million people
Tell me what to do
All the slimy leaches, yuk
Make me feel so blue

But the booze in the bus
Hot legs 'round the neck
State to state, coast to coast
Hey guys, I'll be back

I'm on the run, I'm on the run
Loaded like a gun
I'm on the run, I'm on the run
Silver bullet to the sun

I'm on the run, I'm on the run
Loaded like a gun
I'm on the run, I'm on the run
Silver bullet to the sun

I'm on the run, I'm on the run
Loaded like a gun
I'm on the run, I'm on the run
Silver bullet to the sun

I'm on the run, I'm on the run
Loaded like a gun
I'm on the run, I'm on the run
Silver bullet to the sun

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Pull Out The Pin - Lyrics - The Dreaming - Kate Bush

Title: Pull Out The Pin
Album: The Dreaming
Artist: Kate Bush
Composer(s): Kate Bush

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Lyric:
Just as we hit the green
I?ve never been so happy to be alive
Only seven miles behind
You could smell the child
The smell of the front line?s survival

With my silver Buddha
And my silver bullet
(I pull the pin)

You learn to ride the earth
When you?re living on your belly
And the enemy are city-births
Who need radar? We use scent
They stink of the West, stink of sweat
Stink of cologne and baccy
And all their Yankee hash

With my silver Buddha
And my silver bullet
(I?m pulling on the pin)
Ooh, I pull out, pull out the pin
(Pulling on the pin, oh)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(Pull out the pin)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(Pull out the pin)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(I love life)
(I love life)
(Pull out the pin)

I?ve seen the coat for me
I?ll track him ?til he drops
Then I?ll pop him one he won?t see
He?s big and pink and not like me
He sees no light
He sees no reason for the fighting

With my silver Buddha
And my silver bullet

I had not seen his face
?Til I?m only feet away
Unbeknown to my prey
I look in American eyes
I see little life, see little wife
He?s striking violence up in me

With my silver Buddha
And my silver bullet
(I?m pulling on the pin)
Ooh, I pull out, pull out the pin
(Pulling on the pin, oh)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(Pull out the pin)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(Pull out the pin)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(I love life)
(I love life)
(Pull out the pin)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(So I pull out the pin)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(So I pull out the pin)

Just one thing in it
Me or him
(And I love life)
(I love life)
(I love life)

I love life
I love life
I love life

I love life
I love life
I love life
Pull out the pin

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Steve Mcqueen - Lyrics - Drive By Truckers

Title: Steve Mcqueen
Artist: Drive By Truckers
Composer(s): John Cooley, Patterson Hood, Adam Howell, Matt Lane, John Neff

Lyric:
Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen
When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be
Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen
The coolest doggone motherscratcher on the silver screen

I?d drive real fast everywhere, no one would ever catch me
And I?d kick your ass if you pissed me off so be careful what you ask me
And I?d never have an empty bottle or an empty bed
And as cool as Paul Newman is I bet Steve could whup his head

Steve McQueen
When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be
Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen
The coolest doggone motherscratcher on the silver screen

Now 'Bullet' was my favorite movie that I?d ever seen
I totaled my go-cart trying to imitate that chase scene
That Duster had six hubcaps, know what I mean
And I love the way they all flew off when it landed in that ravine

Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen
When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be
Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen
The coolest doggone motherscratcher on the silver screen

And I really loved the 'Getaway' back when I was eight
That pussy Alec Baldwin sucked in the remake
And speaking of pussy, I guess Steve got it all
He fucked Faye Dunaway and he fucked Ali McGraw

Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen
When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be
Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen
The coolest goddamn mothefucker on the silver screen

I went to see 'The Hunter' on my first date
'The Hunter' was the last movie Steve McQueen lived to make
They took my drivers license when I was just sixteen
The year Mesothelioma killed Steve McQueen

Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen
When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be
Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen
The coolest goddamn mothefucker on the silver screen

The coolest goddamn mothefucker on the silver screen
The coolest goddamn mothefucker on the silver screen
The coolest goddamn mothefucker on the silver screen
Steve McQueen

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Cowboy Dreams - Lyrics - Jimmy Nail

Title: Cowboy Dreams
Artist: Jimmy Nail
Composer(s): Paddy Mcaloon

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Lyric:
Love's a silver bullet that blows your world apart
I wanna be remembered as an outlaw, honey
The boy who stole your heart

I wanna be the guy who wears the white hat
And rides across the plain
Gonna be your enigmatic stranger
Honey, you're looking at your Shane

Cowboy dreams, cowboy dreams
You give me cowboy dreams
Cowboy dreams, cowboy dreams
You give me cowboy dreams

If ever you're in trouble, if ever you are down
I'm gonna be the hanging judge and sheriff
Gonna ride your troubles out of town

You're looking at a mountain
You're looking at the law
You're looking at a six gun legend
Fastest on the draw

Cowboy dreams, cowboy dreams
You give me cowboy dreams
Cowboy dreams, cowboy dreams
You give me cowboy dreams

I can make you happy, it's easier than it seems
I'm gonna ambush you at sundown
Gonna give you cowboys dreams
I'm gonna give you cowboy dreams

Love's a silver bullet that blows your world apart
I wanna have it written on my tombstone
Here lies the boy who stole your heart

Cowboy dreams
You give me cowboy dreams
Cowboy dreams

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Emma - Lyrics - Good Mourning - Alkaline Trio

Title: Emma
Album: Good Mourning
Artist: Alkaline Trio
Composer(s): Daniel Michael Andriano, Derek R Grant, Matthew Thomas Skiba

Lyric:
Emma appeared like an angel
Emma fell like rain
Into my lap like a heart attack
Like lightning from her name

I'm running dry of bad excuses
Don't wanna lie or seem intrusive
But time hasn't told me anything
And neither has she

A poinsettia in poison rain
Traded true love for insult and injury
We washed it down the drain
With one silver bullet and two vicodin
And two vicodin

Emma woke up in darkness
Suitcase already packed
Note on the bed stand signed in blood
Sincerely never coming back

A nightmare on my street the day she arrived
A nightmarish household in which she died
'Cause it made her feel at home
Somehow made me feel at home

A poinsettia in poison rain
Traded true love for insult and injury
We washed it down the drain
With one wooden stake to the heart and two vicodin

A poinsettia in poison rain
Traded true love for insult and injury
We washed it down the drain
With one silver bullet and two vicodin

We watched the sun fall crown
On a city that sleeps in a world upside down
A slow ticket straight out of town
You went out with a bang when you took
With you all my dreams underground

With you all my dreams underground
With you all my dreams underground
With you all my dreams underground

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Ready To Blow - Lyrics - Hau Ruck - Kmfdm

Title: Ready To Blow
Album: Hau Ruck
Artist: Kmfdm
Composer(s): Sasch Kegel Konietzko, Klaus Schandelmaier, Guenter Schulz

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Lyric:
I can hardly breathe
Lost and hopeless
Down so low
Something died inside
I just can't believe it

Violent tendencies
Murder, madness
Good gone bad
Try to talk about it
Nobody believes me

Static in my head
Lines blur red
Got my mind made up
And my trigger finger
Ready to blow

Finger on the trigger, I'm a barrel of a gun
(Ready to blow)
Finger on the trigger, I'm a barrel of a gun
(Ready to blow)

Finger on the trigger, I'm a barrel of a gun
Finger on the trigger, I'm a barrel of a gun

Life draws out of me
Spent and broken
All mixed up
Crying out in vain
Somebody release me

Evil speaks to me
Caustic rage
I've no control
A living hell of hate
Sinister deceiving

Static in my head
Lines blur red
Got my mind made up
And my trigger finger
Ready to blow

Finger on the trigger, I'm a barrel of a gun
(Ready to blow)
Finger on the trigger, I'm a barrel of a gun
(Ready to blow)

Finger on the trigger, I'm a barrel of a gun
Finger on the trigger, I'm a barrel of a gun

Out of my mind in this fucked up head
I want everything that I never had
A little something a reason why
Ready to blow, I'm ready to die

Depart this world on a silver bullet
I never believed, I would ever pull it
Now's the time, here's my show
Ready to go, I'm ready to blow

Time stands still for me
Black and blistered
Drown my sleep
Let thy will be done
Make it quick and easy

Static in my head
Lines blur red
Got my mind made up
And my trigger finger
Ready to blow

Finger on the trigger, I'm a barrel of a gun
(Ready to blow)
Finger on the trigger, I'm a barrel of a gun
(Ready to blow)

Finger on the trigger, I'm a barrel of a gun
Finger on the trigger, I'm a barrel of a gun

Finger on the trigger, I'm a barrel of a gun
Finger on the trigger, I'm a barrel of a gun

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Field Commander Cohen - Lyrics - New Skin For The Old Ceremony - Leonard Cohen

Title: Field Commander Cohen
Album: New Skin For The Old Ceremony
Artist: Leonard Cohen
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen

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Lyric:
Field Commander Cohen
He was our most important spy
Wounded in the line of duty
Parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties
Urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles

Leave it all and like a man
Come back to nothing special
Such as waiting rooms and ticket lines
Silver bullet suicides and messianic ocean tides
And racial roller coaster rides
And other forms of boredom, advertised as poetry

I know you need your sleep now
I know your life's been hard
But many men are falling
Where you promised to stand guard

I never asked but I heard
You cast your lot along with the poor
But then I overheard your prayer
That you be this and nothing more

Than just some grateful faithful woman's
Favorite singing millionaire
The patron Saint of Envy and the grocer of despair
Working for the Yankee dollar

I know you need your sleep now
I know your life's been hard
But many men are falling
Where you promised to stand guard

Ah, lover come and lie with me
If my lover is who you are
And be your sweetest self awhile
Until I ask for more, my child

Then let the other selves be one, yeah
Let them manifest and come
'Til every taste is on the tongue
'Til love is pierced and love is hung
And every kind of freedom done

Then, oh, my love, oh, my love
Oh, my love, oh, my love
Oh, my love, oh, my love

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The Fire Inside - Lyrics - Bon Jovi

Title: The Fire Inside
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): Jon Bon Jovi

Lyric:
Silver bullet in the wild blue
Crack in the walls I'm coming through
Think you can stop me, well, take a look in these eyes

You can't cage what you can't tame
There ain't no rules, this ain't a game
There's no way to stop the fire inside, yeah

You can escape a pouring rain
You can run for shelter in a hurricane
Change your face, lose your name
Lie about things you can't explain
But there's one thing that you cannot deny

The fire inside, the fire inside
You can run from what's in your blood and you can't hide
From the fire inside, the fire inside

Tonight I'll run, I need no sleep
When it feels this good you're in too deep
In blood I'm gonna write my name, cover my tracks I feel no shame
Just let 'em try and stop the fire inside

The fire inside, the fire inside
You can run from what's in your blood, you can't hide
The fire inside, the fire inside
It's the only way you know you're still alive
The fire inside, the fire inside, yeah

There's no place for me in heaven
Tonight I just might die
There'll be no one to hold my hand, for me no one will cry
There'll be no forgiveness but I'll never deny

The fire inside, the fire inside
You can't run from what's in your blood and you can't hide
The fire inside, the fire inside
It's the only way you know you're still alive
The fire inside, the fire inside

The fire inside, the fire inside
It's the fire inside, the fire inside
The fire inside, the fire inside

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White Knuckles - Lyrics - The Way of the Fist - Five Finger Death Punch

Title: White Knuckles
Album: The Way of the Fist
Artist: Five Finger Death Punch
Composer(s): Zoltan Garamszegi, Ivan Lewis Greening, Jeremy Spencer Heyde, Darryl Roberts, Matthew Charles Snell

Lyric:
Fuck it all

Sick of being sick and tired
Sick of understanding
Tired of feeling sick to my stomach
Demons inside command me

They're saying crush it, break it, smash it
Fuckin' kill 'em all
Laugh as it falls away
I won't dodge another silver bullet
Just to save a little face

I want you to know, I want you to see
I want you to look beyond your own eyes
Past your afflictions

How many people really care?
How many will be standing?
I'll light the match, the flame, the fuse, the bomb
Rescue the world from slavery

I wanna torch it, burn it, scorch it
Fuckin' stomp it out
Laugh as it blows away
I won't eat another rotten apple
Though I've grown to like the taste

I want you to know, I want you to see
I want you to look beyond your own eyes
Past your afflictions

I want you to hurt, want you to bleed
I want you to look beyond your own face
Past your infections

I'm taking back control with my knuckles
I'm taking back control with my knuckles
I'm taking back control with my knuckles
I'm taking back control with my knuckles

Smash it, burn it, break it, kill it
Fuck 'em all

I want you to know, I want you to see
I want you to look beyond you own eyes
Past your afflictions

I want you to hurt, want you to bleed
I want you to look beyond your own face
Past your infections

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Always Strapped - Lyrics - Lil' Wayne

Title: Always Strapped
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Carter, Laron Louis James

Lyric:
I'm always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Yezziirr

Check me out, look
26 inches, bitch I'm sittin' crooked
Old school Chevy, faster than the silver bullet
Strawberry paint, seats vanilla puddin'
2 bitches, gon' and eat each other's pussy

Top chopped sent da car to the barbershop
My driveway looks somethin' like a parkin' lot
I'm so unorthodox, I got your bitch
Ridin' my dick wit no shocks
(Bounce bitch, bounce, bounce)

I'm the hottest shit jumping out the coffee pot
Man, I'm just tryin' to get my spot like a polka dot
Lil' kush make my eyes and my shoulders drop
Lil' syrup and I can make a soda pop

Keep talkin' 'n' I can make my soldiers pop
Real niggaz wit me ridin' till the motor stop
I got these hoes straight livin' out the soap op
I got a couple like a coke top
Okay

Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm

Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me dap, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid
Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back
Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back

Yeah shorty, the last MOB
Flying in the Bugati with a coolin' on the seat
Put the K in the car while we ridin' blazed
Put the chopper on the pussy in the driveway
Bet the house on the youngen 'n' we got paid
Triple colors on the bikes 'n' the new Mercedes

Bustin' keys on they ass while we got paid
But my tens ridin' hot to an open bay
Uptown made man out the hard way
Crap in the bucket 50 shots bitch make a way
I thought they knew shorty
Like father like son

Ball till' ya fall stuntin' with them paper plates
Throwin' hundreds on them hoes while we eatin' stakes
We in the club poppin' bottles like 'erday
We grind for the shine nigga gettin' big money

Got a fleet tossin' chicken nigga get cake
I'm on his island with this power like Scarface
I'm in the Impala dropped top chawwnky
Ice man, Birdman, rockin' red monkeys
All ready nigga, neighborhood superstars
All we gon' ball till we fall bitch

Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm

Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid
Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back
Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back

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Disappearing World - Lyrics - Life In Slow Motion - David Gray

Title: Disappearing World
Album: Life In Slow Motion
Artist: David Gray
Composer(s): David Gray

Lyric:
Slowly the truth is loading
I'm weighted down with love
Snow lying deep and even
Strung out and dreaming of

Night falling on the city
Quite something to behold
Don't it just look so pretty
This disappearing world

They're threading hope like fire
Down through the desperate blood
Down through the trailing wire
Into the leafless wood

Night falling on the city
Quite something to behold
Don't it just look so pretty
This disappearing world
This disappearing world

I'll be sticking right there with it
I'll be by your side
Sailing like a silver bullet
Hit 'em 'tween the eyes

Through the smoke
And rising water
Cross the great divide
Baby, till it all feels right

Night falling on the city
Sparkling red and gold
Girl, don't it look so pretty
This disappearing world
This disappearing world
This disappearing world
This disappearing world

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Rollin' - Lyrics - Double Up - R. Kelly

Title: Rollin'
Album: Double Up
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Robert Kelly

Lyric:
Ha ha, Kellz
I'm back niggas
What? Ya?ll thought I was gone?
Nope! Let's go

(Rollin')
Coming out them
Fruity colored candied doors
(Rollin')
Catch me hopping
Up and down on 24?s

Rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)

(Rollin')
When I was down
You bitches didn?t want to be my friend
(Rollin')
And now I?m rollin'
All you bitches want to hop in

Rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)

I?m going toot toot, beep beep
Pulling up on them wheels now
All black Bugati
And a Shadow much like a seal now

Got them cars in my garage
And no less than a mill now
Kellz about to take the bar
And I?ma set it real high, real high

Double take, double take
When I roll up to the club
Players hate, players hate
When I walk up in the club

I got them shades on
Doing about 75
Just call me Speed Racer
'Cause I?m rollin' in at Mach 5

Ya?ll niggas ain't fucking with me
And I put a mill on it
Niggas and bitches they lie
But home boy them stats don?t

R & B boss
Hustling like Rick Ross
Man my flow is so raw
So niggas don?t piss me off

I?m a player homie
And that?s a well known factor
Plus the wheels on that coupe
Got it looking like a tractor

Take my ice, hold it up
Then my city, toss it up
Chi town, summer time
Kellz got traffic backed up

(Rollin')
Coming out them
Fruity colored candied doors
(Rollin')
Catch me hopping
Up and down on 24?s

Rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)

(Rollin')
When I was down
You bitches didn?t want to be my friend
(Rollin')
And now I?m rollin'
All you bitches want to hop in

Rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)

Yellow ice, cash money
I got cash money
Just to hear them horses go "vroom"
I spent that cash money

As for the haters, they ass funny
My money like a road block
So watch how you roll
Roll your crash dummy

I?m rolling in, I roll and bounce
I roll and stop
Roll slow motion
Then I let the beat drop

Honies love it when
I roll up on them wheels
Top down, looking fly
Climbing on them wheels

I got them 24?s on that coupe
You know they chop and spin
I put an S on my Maybach
'Cause that?s my Super Benz

I own a nightlight
Shining when I roll through
Hop out that Zerogi 101
Color Smurf blue

Silver bullet Lex Jeep
Parked out at my beach home
Think I?m from the swamp
The way I step out with them gators on

On the hood of that old school
I be smoking trees on it
Just copped a Cadillac
I?m about to throw some D?s on it

(Rollin')
Coming out them
Fruity colored candied doors
(Rollin')
Catch me hopping
Up and down on 24?s

Rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)

(Rollin')
When I was down
You bitches didn?t want to be my friend
(Rollin')
And now I?m rollin'
All you bitches want to hop in

Rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)

Shorty, do you want
To ride in that GT with me?
Shorty, don't you want
To ride on them 23's?

Shorty
(Hey)
Shorty
(Hey)
Shorty
(Hey)
Shorty
(Hey)

(Rollin')
Coming out them
Fruity colored candied doors
(Rollin')
Catch me hopping
Up and down on 24?s

Rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)

(Rollin')
When I was down
You bitches didn?t want to be my friend
(Rollin')
And now I?m rollin'
All you bitches want to hop in

Rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)

Kellz, I feel Hollyhood
It's raining cars ya'll
Birdman, I see you
Black June, I see you
Ha ha!

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Dirty Money - Lyrics - Hell Hath No Fury - Clipse

Title: Dirty Money
Album: Hell Hath No Fury
Artist: Clipse
Composer(s): Terrance Thornton, Pharrell L Williams, Gene Elliott Jr Thornton

Lyric:
Yo wattup ma I got a pocket full of stinky's
Let's go spin these right quick, what's that?

All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)

All my college hoes like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right?
(Dirty money, dirty money)

Now let's go shopping, let's go chill
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
(Dirty money, dirty money)

Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls
(Dirty money, dirty money)

Give a little, take a little, ma check the dealy
Most niggas is will not's, you're dealing with a willy
3-D faces on them crystal billi's
Got Benji lookin' all googley eyed and silly

The glitter chill got ya mind seein' milli mill's
I'm 7 figga, the bigger you thought the little real
See I don't blame ya, cashmere's what you feel
Picturing the fortune, you just tryna spin the wheel

Brain like Terry, face like Eva
I ain't forgettin' them other house wife's neither
Two seater's, back in the trunk, 2 feet
We stayin' up till 2 a.m. to watch cheetah's

As long as I'm nice with the flame and the flass
I don't mind keepin' you up on them must have's
Pito pumps, Gucci slouch bags
Now tell me, is that dirty money really that bad?

All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)

All my college hoes like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right?
(Dirty money, dirty money)

Now let's go shopping, let's go chill
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
(Dirty money, dirty money)

Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls
(Dirty money, dirty money)

We could trip tuition, you could be the vixen
You could front for ya girlfriend's, I ain't trippin'
You done got you a rapper, I see ya vision
And one of the best too, that's ambition

You could tell me 'bout ya day, I pretend I listen
And you ain't gotta love me, just be convincin'
I don't ask much, some ashes on the cuff
And that silver bullet, automatic or the clutch

Nah mama hush, you ain't even gotta speak
Just put it on ya charge, checks meets ya feet
Compliment me, take the bitter with the sweet
And we can get this money like it's falling outta tree

Come spend a dolla, yeah, bathe in it, walla
Seventeen five for the low, tell 'em "Holla"
Love you in the Scoda, Jimmy Choo, Prada
Snow White ya life, hows that for starters?

All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)

All my college hoes like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right?
(Dirty money, dirty money)

Now let's go shopping, let's go chill
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
(Dirty money, dirty money)

Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls
(Dirty money, dirty money)

To my fly ghetto bitches with their hair shop talk
Braggin' to there hair dresser 'bout that shit he bought
To my South Beach bitches with that sassy walk
Who ain't tryna hear nun if you don't ride Porsche

To my get money niggas gettin' paper fa' sho'
Drinkin' Grand's up in Loui' for the love of the sport
I tell ya, get money, money, take money, money, uh
Dope money, money is great money, money, what?

Before I'ma bicker with ya, ma, I'ma switch ya
I fly 'em in quick, I fly 'em out even quicker
By no means, am I in love with a stripper
You understand that then you fittin' the glass slipper

Travelin' broads, sittin' in G-4's
Change in the weather, when it rains, it pours
And the crib is a joined with French doors
You rock with ya boy then anything is yours

All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)

All my college hoes like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right?
(Dirty money, dirty money)

Now let's go shopping, let's go chill
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
(Dirty money, dirty money)

Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls
(Dirty money, dirty money)

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It'S Alright, Ma (I'M Only Bleeding) - Lyrics - Bringing All Back Home - Bob Dylan

Title: It'S Alright, Ma (I'M Only Bleeding)
Album: Bringing All Back Home
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fools gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays
Wasted words proved to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
Feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you'd just be
One more person crying

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound in your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing

Some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred

Disillusioned words are like a bullet's bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
Easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred

While preachers preach of the evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to the hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the President of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked

Though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's people's games, you got to dodge
But it's alright, Ma, I can make it

Advertising signs that con
You into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you

You loose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
Someone thinks they really found you

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma to live up to

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
Money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False Gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say alright, I've had enough
What else can you show me ?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life and life only

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Dignity - Lyrics - Dylan (3CD) - Bob Dylan

Title: Dignity
Album: Dylan (3CD)
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin' at his last meal
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield
For dignity

Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass
Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass
For dignity

Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
Somebody said that dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, into the town
Into the land of the midnight sun

Searchin' high, searchin' low
Searchin' everywhere I know
Askin' the cops wherever I go
Have you seen dignity?

Blind man breakin' out of a trance
Puts both of his hands in the pockets of chance
Hopin' to find one circumstance
Of dignity

I went to the wedding of Mary Lou
She said I don't want nobody see me talkin' to you
She could get killed if she told me what she knew
About dignity

I went down where the vultures feed
I would've got deeper but there wasn't any need
I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
And it wasn't any difference to me

Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
Have you seen dignity?

Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors
Lookin' into the lost forgotten years
For dignity

I met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't Hugh
He wanted money up front, he said he'd been abused
By dignity

Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand
Steps goin' down into tattoo land
I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
In the bordertowns of despair

Got no place to fade, got no coat
I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat
Tryin' to read a letter to me somebody wrote
About dignity

Sick man lookin' for the doctors cure
Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were
And into every masterpiece of literature
For dignity

Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind
Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin
He bites the bullet and he looks within
For dignity

Someone showed me a picture, I just had to laugh
Dignity never been photographed
I went into the red, went into the black
Went into the valley of dry bone dreams

So many roads, so much at stake
So many dead ends and I'm at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take
To find dignity

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When Push Comes To Shove - Lyrics - In The Dark - Grateful Dead

Title: When Push Comes To Shove
Album: In The Dark
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Jerome J Garcia, Robert C Christie Hunter

Lyric:
Shaking in the forest, what have you to fear?
Here there may be tigers, to punch you in the ear
With gloves of stainless steel, bats carved out of brick
Knock you down and beat you up and give your ass a kick
When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love

Shaking in the desert, now wherefore do you cry?
Here there may be rattlesnakes, to punch you in the eye
With shotgun's full of silver and bullet's made of glass
String barbed wire at your feet, that do not let you pass
When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love

When push comes to shove
When push comes to shove
You're afraid of love
When push comes to shove

Shaking in the bedroom, covers on your head
Cringing like a baby at the hand beneath the bed?
Phantom in the closet, scratching at the door
Believe it's the mystery killer that you saw on channel four
When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love

Shaking in the garden, the fear within you grows
Here there may be roses, to punch you in the nose
Twist their arms around you, snap you till you cry
Wrap you in their sweet perfume and love you 'til you die
When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love

When push comes to shove
When push comes to shove
You're afraid of love
When push comes to shove

When push comes to shove
When push comes to shove
You're afraid of love
When push comes to shove

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Wu-Gambinos - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: Wu-Gambinos
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Corey Woods

Lyric:
{And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
No information, say yes or no
One point five million
Alright, you get what you want, money's no object
They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable
And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip}

{Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, here come the cop man
Yo starks come here, come here sun
Come here for a minute
Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda
Yo yo yo get your fuckin', yo this made of glass nig
Get your big Adidas off my moms table man
Get the fuck off it man
Yo just chill man, pass the crystal man
Niggaz is greedy man, damn
Big ass shits
Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man
Chill man}

{Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store man
Sup kid?
Get that baking soda
Yo, let's cut the pie five ways
We came off with two mil kid
Fast
(Rollie fingers, no doubt coming through)
La costra nostra
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
Represent kid
(Tony Starks)
Universal frontier
(Original blood claat bad boys)}

Who come to get you? None, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Who roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cuz he shine like one

Check it
Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties
Like my hair notty and my nose piece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain't nuttin' fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
Information leakin' out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in town holdin' it down

It's the two holster, shit shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the west, a student of my culture
And life is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin' dues
And the last one is death, back to the essence
With that shit you stressin', this Rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle plus my style, criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fuckin' Blaze

This goes for niggaz who know
Who will grow like llello, ley no
Plus coolin' in Barbados
Ricaans be givin' me much shit, the Dutch shit
Stay cool Papa, seize it with enough shit
Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they have to

Senoritas, fuckin' up a storm buyin' guards margaritas
Suckin' his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas
Them niggaz up in height figures bitin' niggaz
Silks wally-wear finger rolled chain yeah
Jakes beware black rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin' this year
One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah

Who roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cuz he shine like one

Solid gold crown is shinin', solid gold, check it sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin' and blindin' like some diamonds
I be pioneerin' the style in the cloud with silver linings
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus
Castin' stones, crackin' two-hundred and six bones
And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with dim pones?

The overfiend like Noah bean green souls with a soldier mean
The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it
The ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
Lickin' shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millennium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin'
It's a mileage resemblin' niggaz who like followin'
Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle

God steppin' forth upon holy down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to bite down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't deny the fact
That I'm the master, for what lurks, is an expert
That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under
'Cuz I strike, like thunder
Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the killa tactics

Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my
Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of impact from the iron side of
The gat as I attack the track
From the blind side of the pack, starks pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his mutherfuckin' dome
Piece, deceased, laid to rest

Who come to get you? None, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Who roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cuz he shine like one

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room
Holdin' up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath
Sold only new vocal cords I heard genius on gef
So step back, to the lab at, high velocity
My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy
Fuck Horado Pablos plan growas bravo
Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels

The man rockin' head bands, silk scarves and jams
Early 80's British rock, Playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's
Remember them kids that came off with 8 million
Robbed the brinks and I labeled in Royal Pavilions
Them flower heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid?
That's jet money, undaground money
Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies

Costa cosa, come on

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Assassination Day - Lyrics - Ironman - Ghostface Killah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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