Stay Or Let It Go - Lyrics - Back At One - Brian Mcknight

Title: Stay Or Let It Go
Album: Back At One
Artist: Brian Mcknight
Composer(s): Harvey Mason, Lashawn Daniels, Rodney Jerkins, Fred Iii Jerkins, Brian Mcknight

Lyric:
What's up girl? I need to talk to you for a minute
I can't keep playin' myself like this
There's only one thing I wanna know
Should I stay or should I go?

It's not my fault that you made yourself a regretful past
But all I know is, it makes me look bad
When I'm holdin' your hand and you see old friends you knew
And they walk away laughin', callin' me a fool

Now baby, I can't change the things you did before we met
Even though I didn't know you
But it's hard for me to trust you even though girl, I love you
So tell me what am I to do? yeah

Don't know if we would last
And if we do last can I erase the past?
Girl, can you tell me? I don't know
Should I stay or let it go?

Don't know if we're meant to be
And if we should be, could you live faithfully?
Girl, can you tell me? I don't know
Should I stay or let it go?

I think of the night that I made reservations just for two
But you gave your attention to someone across the room
I should have known right then that things just weren't right
But I couldn't see it 'cause love had me so blind

Now tell me how can I be so secure in lovin' you
When everybody's callin' me a fool
I can't keep holdin' on to broken promises from you
And I can't take no more from you, yeah

Don't know if we will last
And if we do last, can I erase the past?
Girl, can you tell me? I don't know
Should I stay or let it go?

Don't know if we're meant to be
And if we should be, can you live faithfully?
Girl, can you tell me? I don't know
Should I stay or let it go?

Baby, baby, time and time again I try to overlook the pain
Couldn't think of losin' all we had to gain
Girl, if it takes me losing you, for happiness in me
I think that I might just have to let you go, oh

Why you playing those games, huh?
I don't see how you'll do it when I walk out the door

Don't know if we will last
And if we do last, can I erase the past?
Girl, can you tell me? I don't know
Should I stay or let it go?

Don't know if we're meant to be
And if we should be, can you live faithfully?
Girl, can you tell me? I don't know
Should I stay or let it go?

Don't know if we will last
And if we do last, can I erase the past?
Girl, can you tell me? I don't know
Should I stay or let it go?

Don't know if we're meant to be
And if we should be, can you live faithfully?
Girl, can you tell me? I don't know
Should I stay or let it go?

Should I stay or should I go?
Should I stay or should I go?

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Should I Stay Or Should I Go - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Should I Stay Or Should I Go
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Mick Jones, John Mellor

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Lyric:
Darling you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
If you say that you are mine
I'll be here till the end of time
So you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?

It's always tease tease tease
You're happy when I'm on my knees
One day is fine, and next is black
So if you want me off your back
Well come on and let me know
Should I Stay or should I go?

Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
And if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know

This indecision's bugging me
Esta indecision me molesta
If you don't want me, set me free
Si no me quieres, librame
Exactly whom I'm supposed to be
Digame quien tengo ser

Don't you know which clothes even fit me?
Sabes que ropas me queda?
Come on and let me know
Me tienes que decir
Should I cool it or should I blow?
Me debo ir o quedarme?

Split

Should I stay or should I go now?
Me entra frio por los ojos
Should I stay or should I go now?
Me entra frio por los ojos
If I go there will be trouble
Si me voy va a haber peligro
And if I stay it will be double
Si me quedo va a ser doble
So you gotta let me know
Me tienes que decir
Should I cool it or should I blow?

Should I stay or should I go now?
Me entra frio por los ojos
If I go there will be trouble
Si me voy va a haber peligro
And if I stay it will be double
Si me quedo va a ser doble
So you gotta let me know
Should I stay or should I go

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Ring The Alarm - Lyrics - B'day - Beyonce Knowles

Title: Ring The Alarm
Album: B'day
Artist: Beyonce Knowles
Composer(s): Kaseem Dean, Sean Garrett, Beyonce Knowles

Lyric:
Ring the alarm, I been through this too long
But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm
Won't you ring the alarm, I been through this too long
But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm

She gon' be rockin' chinchilla coats, if I let you go
Hit in the house off the coast, if I let you go
She gon' take everything I own, if I let you go
I can't let you go, damn, if I let you go

She gon' rock them VVS stones, if I let you go
In the 'Bach or the Rolls, if I let you go
She gon' profit everything I taught, if I let you go
I can't let you go, damn, if I let you go

Tell me how should I feel when I know what I know
And my female intuition tellin' me you a dog
People told me 'bout the flames I couldn't see through the smoke
When I need answers, accusations what you mean you gon' choke

You can't stay, you gotta go
Ain't no other chick spendin' your dough
This is taking a toll, the way the story unfolds
Not the picture perfect movie everyone would've saw

She gon' be rockin' chinchilla coats, if I let you go
Hit in the house off the coast, if I let you go
She gon' take everything I own, if I let you go
I can't let you go, damn, if I let you go

She gon' rock them VVS stones, if I let you go
In the 'Bach or the Rolls, if I let you go
She gon' profit everything I taught, if I let you go
I can't let you go, damn, if I let you go

Ring the alarm, I been through this too long
But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm
Won't you ring the alarm, I been through this too long
But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm

Tell me how should I feel when you made me belong
And the thought of you just touchin' her is what I hate most
I don't want you, but I want it and I can't let it go
To know you give it to her like you gave it to me, come on

He's so arrogant and bold
But she gon' love that shit, I know
I done put in a call, time to ring the alarm
'Cause you ain't never seen a fire like the one I'ma 'cause

She gon' be rockin' chinchilla coats, if I let you go
Hit in the house off the coast, if I let you go
She gon' take everything I own, if I let you go
I can't let you go, damn, if I let you go

She gon' rock them VVS stones, if I let you go
In the 'Bach or the Rolls, if I let you go
She gon' profit everything I taught, if I let you go
I can't let you go, damn, if I let you go

Ooh, how can you look at me
And not see all the things that I kept only just for you
Ooh, why would you risk it babe
Is that the price that I pay, ooh

But this is my show, and I won't let you go
All it's been paid for, and it's mine
How could you look at me
And not see all the things

She gon' be rockin' chinchilla coats, if I let you go
Hit in the house off the coast, if I let you go
She gon' take everything I own, if I let you go
I can't let you go, damn, if I let you go

She gon' rock them VVS stones, if I let you go
In the 'Bach or the Rolls, if I let you go
She gon' profit everything I taught, if I let you go
I can't let you go, damn, if I let you go

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Ride Or Die - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Ride Or Die
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Dwayne Carter, Christopher Noel Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

Lyric:
Uptown is my home, that's where I do my dirt
I either hurt or get hurt, it's me or you on that shirt
Can't let no nigga fix me, can't let no nigga get me
I'ma draw and hit first, I can't let no nigga split me

Had my momma upset, nigga, leave my ho pussy wet
I'm goin' out with a fight, my chopper bullets eject
I gets blowed and start, ready to unload at war

No witnesses, you can't get on the stand
And say you saw nothin' 'bout nothin'
Keep it shut or you dead, if you can't hush
Open your mouth and you'll get ten in your head

That's how I play it nigga, I'll blackmail you wit your own life
It ain't right, disrespect you die on site
That ain't no might, that's a fact, you can believe that

Instead disrespect, I promise to be back
And clear the corner, you can't run, don't try
I'm high, 'bout mine ready to ride or die bitch

Load it up with black gats and macs
Pay attention to gun blastin' and fake buster harassin'
Smashin', dashin' up yo street wit all the lights out
Two choppers cocked ready to knot and chop up yo block

Lock all doors and keep windows closed
'Cuz we done rolled before, so stay on the floor
We ride deep in the all black Camaro, sittin' on mo's
And we rolls tokin' on fat Optimos

You chose to test those uptown boys
You done got on a straight ride and cant get off
Lets all get a stolen car and roll through they ward
When it's dark, we spark, pull up then draw
You done falled in war, got in a big brawl

Thought hard but you wrong, so you still get scarred
Y'all boys done played wit some all out kill niggas
Jump in hot cars, cut the deck then deal niggas
Still niggas for testin' these big lil' niggas

Still niggas for messin' with these real trill niggas
Young niggas, chopper totin' big gun niggas
Front nigga and live your life on the run nigga
Stunt nigga and get plugged, drug through the mud

Puddles of blood flood, you can't swim so you done
Niggas start to look and see the all black crook
Some booked, some get high, some hot on one foot
Spots gettin' took, whole bodies gettin' dropped
Niggas hop, jock, and flock when I hit they block

So ride or die bitch, chop or get chopped ho
BG, split or get split
Play the game how it go, play the game how it go
Play the game how it go, play the game how it go

Why is you sayin' them words, bo janglin', why don't you show yo face
Would you dust me or somthin', you must know you gonna catch a case
I'm a straight head bust ya, separate and destruct ya
Don't wanna have no Juvey wanna make a ghost or few

What am I'm supposed to back down or somthin' 'cuz you got a lil' click
All that frownin' and reppin' shit, gone get ya down in a devil ditch
Never miss, I be drivin' niggas wit cleverness, momma used to say this
Use your mind and stay rich

Pops used to say boy don't let them niggas see your weakness
If a fool get outta line with you knock him off his feet quick
Why is you showin' yo teeth you don't speak
Stay on your side of the street, you can't be mobb'n with me

I can't have no bitches followin' me
Gotta Mac-10 and you ain't even bust back
And your boy got hit in the back
What type of nigga is that

That's why I stay in all black
Get the Mac and go back
You done fucked wit C M R, ah
They'll be no tomorrow, they'll be no tomorrow

So ride or die bitch, chop or get chopped ho
BG, split or get split
Play the game how it go, play the game how it go
Play the game how it go, play the game how it go

Get you a chopper and tote it, don't just buy it to have it
Nigga have it to use it, better grab it and shoot it
Better know one thing nigga will do it to you
Before you do it to them to survive, gotta be true

Nigga think just 'cuz we squashed that beef, that's it
You might be thinkin' like me, I think forgive and don't forget
I gotta trick under my sleeve, ridin' four deep wit artillery
Me and Tootie, Papa, and Cleeve, it's an unsolved mystery

I'm a fly till I got ya, yo peoples eyes watery
I hit a artery, bein' real to C M B, it's a part of me
Cross me I charge you wit some flamin' hot heat
Two twenty-three blazed all in yo chest, brain waves you dazed up

You see death stare you straight in your face
Get waked up cause I left ya stretch for the hurse
I take no chance for you to ride, nigga I ride first

So ride or die bitch, chop or get chopped ho
BG, split or get split
Play the game how it go, play the game how it go
Play the game how it go, play the game how it go

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Ain'T Nuttin But Music - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Ain'T Nuttin But Music
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Von Carlisle, Ondre Moore, Rufus Johnson, Marshall Mathers, Deshaun Holton, Denaun Porter, Michael Elizondo, Scott Storch, Andre Young

Lyric:
It's shit like this I kick to these rich white kids
Who just might see how fucked up this sick life is
Oops, I did it again, didn't I? My shit's harder
To figure out than what Britney's tit size is

Ooh, I probably pissed you off again, didn't I bitch?
So what? Christina Gaguilera kiss my grits
You know how many shit's I get if I wish I did
So, I can quit givin' these twisted little kids ideas

This just in, Britney just dissed Justin
She just fucked Ben, got tit fucked and dick sucked him
If Afflec can get his ass licked, how I can't shit
Goddamn bitch, I'm rich, I can't understand this

Are those pictures they made of us together on the Internet?
As close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin' it from the back
And shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the back
Than Everlast when he's pluggin' Lethal in his fuckin' ass

Just give me one more chance, Britney hit me one more time
Let me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more line
To sniff, you fuckers know what time it is
Fuck your jewelery, my record's almost diamond, beotch

What's goin' on in the world today?
People fightin', feudin', lootin', it's okay
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll
Tell 'em Dre, it ain't nuttin' but music

What's goin' on in the world today?
People fightin', feudin', lootin', it's okay
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll
Tell 'em Dre, it ain't nuttin' but music

Eminem doesn't like N'Sync, well I do
So fuck him and the Backstreet Boys too
Whatever happened to the cast of Different Strokes
Mary's broke, Ty's snortin' coke and then an overdose

I got two little boys with me
Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me
I'm up early wit my hair curly
Me and Mr. Furly, fuckin' Laverne and Shirley

A lotta rappers are livin' in la la land
That's why I let my dogs out on the Baha Men
As bad as a life I had, I'm not mad
I don't need to be a jackass to beat up my dad

My whole family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned
And she keeps askin' me why I rap wit a honky
But Granny, I'm a flunky, I could be a junky
I could be hangin' with the hoochies out at the club scene

To all the independent women in the house, hey
Show us your tits and shut your motherfuckin' mouth, what?

Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston
The shit's confusin', Jesse Jackson, reverend scandal
Got George Michael's, Tevin Campbell's', PeeWee Herman's
Peep show places, public restrooms, peep those cases

What's goin' on in the world today?
People fightin', feudin', lootin', it's okay
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll
Tell 'em Dre, it ain't nuttin' but music

What's goin' on in the world today?
People fightin', feudin', lootin', it's okay
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll
Tell 'em Dre, it ain't nuttin' but music

Huh, your mom and dad probably mad at us, for what?
We done turned their kids into little body snatchers
Ain't like where I'm from, we don't bite our tongue
Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns?

It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme
Where you work you ain't gettin' paid for that overtime
It's only music, media know it but they blind
I ain't in your light, so stay they hell up outta mine

Y'all the reason why Princess Diana ended up dyin'
If you people get offended I don't care, stop cryin'
Tryin to get us to leave 'cuz what we say just ain't clean, uh, uh
But holdin' back on what I say just ain't me

Now, what's these parents all mad for?
Your music is bad for, um, for teenage kids that drink
More than Ted Danson in Cheers Carson drink beers
We all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch, shut up

Broke or rich, I still do that same old shit
I don't jump in front of a camera and change no shit
So when they ask me about my sarcasticness
I just slap 'em, turn around and ask 'em this

What's goin' on in the world today?
People fightin', feudin', lootin', it's okay
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll
Tell 'em Dre, it ain't nuttin' but music

What's goin' on in the world today?
People fightin', feudin', lootin', it's okay
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll
Tell 'em Dre, it ain't nuttin' but music

Hoo hoo hoo

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Shoulda Let You Go - Lyrics - Just Like You - Keyshia Cole

Title: Shoulda Let You Go
Album: Just Like You
Artist: Keyshia Cole
Composer(s): Rodney Jerkins, Rodney Roy Jerkins, Keyshia Cole, Amin

Lyric:
Keyshia Cole, Darkchild
Let's go

Just to think about it, I would do things that I would regret
Tryna get you to understand how I felt for you
I tried real hard, time and time again but I
Didn't know my love wouldn't grow, I shoulda just let it go
But I, stayed around thinkin' you would learn to love

And we both know you're wrong
There's nothin' you can do to ever undo what you've done to me
I loved you deep in my heart I know you couldn't love me
But baby, I just kept holdin' on, I shoulda let you go

Shoulda let you go
I shoulda let you go
You know I shoulda let you go

Couldn't do without it, I felt I needed you in my world
To get me by, by, more and more I looked out for you
You tried to play me like a fool, so I
Didn't care that love wasn't there, had to just let it go
Couldn't stay around, thinkin' you would learn to love

And we both know you're wrong
There's nothin' you can do to ever undo what you've done to me
I loved you deep in my heart, I know you couldn't love me
But baby, I just kept holdin' on, I shoulda let you go

Shoulda let you go
I shoulda let you go
You know I shoulda let you go

And now I'm gone, plus I'd rather be alone
We both grown, lower your tone over the phone, aight
I shoulda known, damn I shoulda known
This wouldn't last long when you didn't come home tonight

And now I'm on in the zone, handle business on my own
So respect the queen on the throne, aight
Here's some strong advice, move on, that's life
You wrong or right and I'm glad I let you go

And we both know you're wrong
There's nothin' you can do to ever undo what you've done to me
I loved you deep in my heart, I know you couldn't love me
But baby, I just kept holdin' on, I shoulda let you go

Shoulda let you go
I shoulda let you go
I should have let you go

Don't know why you would ever lie to me so
(But I shoulda letcha)
Don't know why I could never let you go
(Coulda, shoulda letcha)

Don't know why you would ever lie to me so
(Should have let you go)
Don't know why I could never let you go
Shoulda letcha, I shoulda let you go, hey, oh
(Should have let you go)

Don't know why I could never let you go
(But I shoulda letcha)
Everything I did, everything I gave you didn't want to stay, no
(Should have let you go)

Don't know why I could never let you go
(Coulda, shoulda letcha)
Baby, oh, I shoulda let you go
Long time ago, yeah

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Ryder Music - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

Title: Ryder Music
Album: Massacre
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Tony L Cottrell, Curtis Jackson

Lyric:
Yeah
Yeah, we can ride to this
Just lay back, crew

Here's a taste of my life, it's bitter and sweet
I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat
I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street
Put my Teflon on and roll with my heat

I keep my circle nice and small, I don't **** with these clown *****s
In a race for the cheese, I run laps around *****s
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok start sore

I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, *****s can tell
The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel
The **** journalist write about me, get me confused
Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he lose

I read somewhere, I'm homophobic ****
Go through the hood, there's mad *****s on my ****
Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth
T&T around, I can still make blow move

This is what you call Ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's roll
I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's go

This is what you call Ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's roll
I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's go

Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good
On the low, I done ****** half of Hollywood
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite ********, you know how it goes

In my Bentley bumpin' Prince ****, "This is when Thugs cry"
This is what it sounds like when ****** *** ***** fly
Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to
Stay on point, 'cause *****s will ride and smoke you

Jealousy's for women, but some *****s is ***** made
They make you wanna run across they're head with a switch *****
They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug
My flows ***** you listen, your ******* brains on *****

Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the ***
Fool trippin' through the set, you can get ya *** whipped
Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your *** better come correct

This is what you call Ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's roll
I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's go

This is what you call Ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's roll
I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's go

My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins
Still thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin' like the stones on my wrist
Zonin', guess this is how it feels to be rich

Homie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a *****
Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the ****
I'm fallin', in love with success
Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best

Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle
Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle
As wise men speak, I listen and learn
A man dies, a baby's born, my *****s the world turns

Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the ****
They mistake my confidence for arrogance, they hate on the kid
In '99, I had a vision and made a decision
Bein' broke is against my religion, now picked up

This is what you call Ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's roll
I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's go

This is what you call Ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's roll
I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's go

This is what you call Ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's roll
I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's go

This is what you call Ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's roll
I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's go

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How Does It Feel - Lyrics - Ice T

Title: How Does It Feel
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): George Clinton, G Cooper, Bootsy Collins, Tracy Marrow

Lyric:
Yo Rich man, these girls ready to get busy?
Ah man, you know they on deck
Yo, what's up with they men, though?
Come on, men squares, man
Can't no square keep no woman

Right
I guess they just wanna find out
What it's like on the other side, shit
Girls wanna keep it real
Gotta love 'em for it

I love a woman with courage
Yeah, there she go right there, man
Yeah, I'm break her off somethin' proper
I'ma represent, check it out

Now although your friends warned you 'bout us Westside macks
Girl, you was willin' to take a chance and I respect you for that
And at last we're all alone, baby, just you and I, don't try to lie
I know what's on your mind, I'm lookin' straight through your eyes

So let that hair down and let that body go free
And come close because tonight it belongs to me
No brother's doin' it like this Westside mack
Ride you like my Chevy, hit that ass front and back
Now tell me

Now how does it feel to make love to a gee?
(How does it feel, baby)
Do you wanna go back to your man or, baby, stay here with me?
(Stay here with me, baby)
Now how does it feel to make love to a gee?
(All night long)
Strictly on the Westside where I ride, now, baby, come roll with me
(Come and roll, come on baby)

Now two hours done passed but then it's only gettin' better
My body is gettin' hotter while yours is gettin' wetter
Wanna roll up in your river like a steamboat
Pretend you're takin' a bath and I'm your piece of chalice soap

Oh my girl, can you feel what I'm feelin' now?
As you turn around I'm lookin' at that brown
Sugar fat coated ass, I just can't let it pass
Gotta move on it fast
Now tell me, baby

Now how does it feel to make love to a gee?
(Tell me baby)
Do you wanna go back to your man or, baby, stay here with me?
(Ooh)
Now how does it feel to make love to a gee?
(All night long)
Strictly on the Westside where I ride, now, baby, come roll with me
(Come and roll, come and roll)

Alright, check this out, girls
Me and my man Big Rich, we got an idea
Why don't we just use body language
Let our bodies do all the talking
And just kick back and enjoy the erotic conversation

Hello sunshine, now you did quite fine
Shall we rewind, relive these good times?
I feel your body gettin' hot again
Girl, don't you know I'm 'bout to dive on in?

It's never gonna stop until I know it's truly over
I got some more oil I wants to stick up in your motor
And kiss you on the grill, squeeze your headlights
Rub your bumper kitten, gettin' nasty like a triple-x rated flick

I know you're feelin' what I'm feelin', sexual energy
Time to chill and pour another glass of hennessy
I hit it again like a gangster should
And give you somethin' to tell them girls up the hood
Now how does it feel?

Now how does it feel to make love to a gee?
(Let me get my freak on)
Do you wanna go back to your man or, baby, stay here with me?
(Yeah)
How does it feel to make love to a gee?
Strictly on the Westside where I ride, now, baby, come roll with me
(Come on and jam with me)

Yeah, this is Ice-T and Big Rich signin' off
And to all the curious ladies out there
(Do you wanna go back to your man or stay here with me?)
Take your chance
I promise, you won't be sorry
(All night long)

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All My Love - Lyrics - Hot & Wet - 112

Title: All My Love
Album: Hot & Wet
Artist: 112
Composer(s): C Sills, A Hennings, M Scandrick, L Maxwell, Q Parker, D Jones, M Keith

Lyric:
Tell me how far do you want this to go
I'm touching the places no one needs to know
I can feel your heart is beating fast
How can we make it last give it to me slowly

Give me your heart and soul
Give me your everything baby just let it go
When we make love, feeling our fantasies
I can't believe this is happening

All my love, we can take this fast or slow
Let me touch your soul
Don't look back, love is gonna take control
Giving you all my love

All my love, tonight it's you and me
Can we take it there
Baby when we touch love is gonna take control
Giving you all my love, all my love

I can feel your body shivering, love's so tasty
Baby when I'm holding you
Feels so good I can't resist those sexy lips
Baby when I'm kissing you give it to me slowly

Give me your heart and soul
Give me your everything baby just let it go
When we make love, sharing our fantasies
I can't believe this is happening

All my love, we can take this fast or slow
Let me touch your soul
Don't look back, love is gonna take control
Giving you all my love

All my love, tonight it's you and me
Can we take it there
Baby when we touch love is gonna take control
Giving you all my love, all my love

Baby don't stop, would you stay right there
Baby don't stop, that's it, stay right there
Fast or slow, I'm ready to go baby take me there
Won't you please take me there?

Girl I love the way you're holding me
And the way that you're kissing me
Baby hold on, I'm about to give you
Give it all to you

All my love, we can take this fast or slow
Let me touch your soul
Don't look back, love is gonna take control
Giving you all my love

All my love, tonight it's you and me
Can we take it there
Baby when we touch love is gonna take control
Giving you all my love

All my love, we can take this fast or slow
Let me touch your soul
Don't look back, love is gonna take control
Giving you all my love

All my love, tonight it's you and me
Can we take it there
Baby when we touch love is gonna take control
Giving you all my love

All my love, we can take this fast or slow
Let me touch your soul
Don't look back, love is gonna take control
Giving you all my love

All my love, tonight it's you and me
Can we take it there
Baby when we touch love is gonna take control
Giving you all my love

All my love, we can take this fast or slow
Let me touch your soul
Don't look back, love is gonna take control
Giving you all my love

All my love, tonight it's you and me
Can we take it there
Baby when we touch love is gonna take control
Giving you all my love, all my love

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Let The Ho'S Go - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature

Title: Let The Ho'S Go
Album: Naughty By Nature
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Anthony Criss, Vinnie Brown

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Lyric:
Bass me face me task the tip of a tasty
Bitches are sweet as a pastry
You don't know me homey from a peach or a pony
I'm the only now your lyrics look lonely
Lyrically fortified born I'm immortalized
Lightin' shit up from Wranglers to raw hides
Packed with black positivity and wizardry
I'm my own body and it built for partyin'
I rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap

The Lords abroad and I represent that ass dat
Shows seniority, lays the foundation
Bolos and donuts, oh I built the nation
Keep the faith tastin', keep the touch clutched
Keep your face way away from the rough stuff
If it ain't rough it ain't rugged
Either you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded
From the intro to end I will flow
And also, yo come let the ho's go

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
(Let the ho's go)
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

Meet my friend Mac 10, sittin' backpacked and mackin'
Thirsty for action, workin' and smackin' the last of the allies
Smoke 'em up shall I or should I? I'm sure to give it a good try
No need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix
They've all been blown into dustbins
Floatin' in space, spinnin' in infinity
Part of the start is the end of any identity
Lost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin' off

East, the West, the South, break North
You'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin' a graveyard
Actin' is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard
I got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back
I rap like I'm the tops, stay real 'cos I'm all that
It's my way on a highway, forget your friends
'cos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin' a contact lens
Let the ho's go

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
(Let the ho's go)
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

You say you're hittin' hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin'
I grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten
I'm gettin' grand and greater, sucker catch ya later
He gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader
You lookin' moonstruck, fear, start to talkin' tough
Then sayin' "Sorry" like I really give a mother fuck
You're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a?

A sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya
At anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause
I got a double-barreled pump that's sayin', "Give me yours"
Then I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover
'Cos I have one for this robbery and many others
Another gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker
Droppin' you and gettin' mad if you don't say, "Thank yer"

The clip clockin' killers, and plus my county crew
I gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, no not after you
So don't try to hide or apologize
Apologies and go meet a French eyes is wise
So if you know what I mean and have a hop block
And never ever seen a day when the money stops
You gotta put up your fists, just to let me know
Ain't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go, let the ho's go

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
(Let the ho's go)
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

Competition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue
Throw a watch at me without it being fuckin hung
Give it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning
Should've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning
I let her see the white sheet hit the concrete
And see that head go off and down from a thousand feet

'Cos the brother's around me don't even play all that
They see a sheet and a cross, they say "Oh, gimme that"
Hollow wind in Ill town and don't you be a ghost
'Cos you get your broke or even worst smoked
Now this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold
But it had to have the flow to let the ho's go, let the ho's go

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
(Let the ho's go)
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

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Z - Change Clothes - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - Change Clothes
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, your boy is back
(Sexy sexy) I know y'all miss the bounce
Need to bounce for the sexy you know

Yeah ma, your dude is back, made back roof is back
Tell the whole world the truth is back
You ain't got to argue about who could rap
Cause the proof is back just go through my rap
New York New York yeah where my troopers at
Where my hustlers where my boosters at
I don't care what you do for stacks
I know the world glued you back to the wall
You gotta brawl to that
I been through that, been shot at shoot back
Gotta keep it peace like a buddhist
I ain't a New Jack nobody 'gon Wesley Snipe me
It's less than likely, move back
Let I breathe Jedi knight
The more space I get the better I write
(Oh) Never I write, but, if, ever I write
I need the space to say whatever I like, now just

(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to deatth I brought you from the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (Change numbers and go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It's just me

And I 'gon tell you again let's get ghost in the phantom
You could bring your friend we copuld make this a tandem
You could come by yourself and you could stand him
Best believe I sweat out weaves, give afropuffs like R.A.G.E
Awww you get If you could move it
Back it on up like a U Haul truck
Then run and tell them thugs you heard Hovi knew
He and the boy for real make beautiful music
He is to the east coast what Snoop is, to the west coast what Face is to Houston
Young Hov in the house it's so necessary
No bra with the blouse it's so necessary
No panties and jeans that's so necessary
Now why you frontin on me is that necessary
Do I to you look like a lame
Who don't understand a bra with a mean shoe game
Whose up on Dot Dot Dot and Vera Wang
Ma are you insane, let's just
(Woman speaking What you want me to do?)

(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to deatth I brought you from the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (Change numbers and go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It's just me

Uh, uh (Sexy sexy) Woo! (Ah ah)
Uh huh (Sexy sexy) It's so necessary right) (Ah ah)
Uh huh, woo! (Sexy sexy) That's right it's a groove (Ah ah)
Uh huh, it's a groove (Sexy sexy) bring it back (Ah ah)

Young Hovi in the house it's so necessary
No bra with that blouse it's so necessary
No panties and jeans it's so necessary
Why you frontin on me?
Let's go to my hotel cause this don't go well
With those S Dots, try to stay fresh ma
Ma, I don't shop what the rest by
Oh no ma please respect ma
Jiggy this is probably purple label
Or that BBC or it's probably tailored
But y'all niggaS actin way to tough
Throw on a suit get it tapered up, and let's just

(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to deatth I brought you from the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (Change numbers and go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It's just me

(Ah ah) Uh uh (Sexy sexy) sing along (Ah ah)
Yeah, uh (Sexy sexy) turn your radio up (Ah ah)
Woo! (Sexy sexy) Put your hands in the air if your in the car (Ah ah)
Uh! Snap your fingers now (Sexy sexy) woo, uh (Ah ah)
Uh, uh, your boy is back
Uh huh, uh, uh, uh, the bounce is back
Uh, uh, woo, uh Hov is back, peace

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Last Legal Drug (Le Petite Mort) - Lyrics - Korn

Title: Last Legal Drug (Le Petite Mort)
Artist: Korn
Composer(s): Scott Alspach Spock, Jonathan Howsman Davis, Atticus Ross, Reginald Arvizu, James Christian Shaffer, David Randall Silveria, Graham Edwards

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Lyric:
Put your hand against your skin, rub it gently to begin
You feel it, can you feel it?
When does pleasure become pain?
When does sex become insane?
You say it as you feel it

When you cum, be a good girl
Hold your breath, make it last long
It's a mess
And it's gone
The little dead girl

So please, when you die could you scream
"Mercy mercy" for you and me?
It's true what they say
Fucking for love might be the last legal drug

So please, when you cry, let it flow
I might make you stay or let you go
It's true what they say
Fucking for love might be the last legal drug

Push that one more time
That's all as the rain begins to fall
You feel it, can you feel it?
People who ain't seen shit been telling you that it's a sin
You say it as you feel it

Hold your breath, make it last long
It's a mess,
And it's gone
The little dead girl

So please, when you die could you scream
"Mercy mercy" for you and me?
It's true what they say
Fucking for love might be the last legal drug

So please, when you cry, let it flow
I might make you stay or let you go
It's true what they say
Fucking for love might be the last legal drug

Le petite mort
Oh yes
So please, when you die could you scream
"Mercy mercy"?

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Under The Sun - Lyrics - Dry Cell

Title: Under The Sun
Artist: Dry Cell
Composer(s): Kasson Daniel, Hartwell, Brandon Krueger-Brown, Jeffrey Adam Gutt, Jeff Blue, Judd Baron Gruenbaum

Lyric:
We measure our lives in years
But they don't mean much
Always fading away
The things we can't touch

I didn't want you to go
I didn't want you to stay
I didn't want you to know
What was inside of me

We measure our lives in years
But they don't mean much
Always fading away
The things we can't touch

I never told you a lie
I never meant to deceive
I never gave you the time
Or led you to believe

Let it go
Let it go

I'm all alone
So far away under the sun
(Sometimes you stay, sometimes you run)
Don't want to be the only one
Underneath the sun

We measure our lives in years
But they don't mean much
Always fading away
The things we can't touch

I'm never seeing it through
I'm always walking away
Maybe I don't believe
That it's inside of me

We measure our lives in years
But they don't mean much
Always fading away
The things we can't touch

I can't believe that I'm lost
I don't know how to survive
I can't believe that I'm here
And that I'm still alive

Let it go
Let it go

I'm all alone
So far away under the sun
(Sometimes you stay, sometimes you run)
Don't want to be the only one
Underneath the sun

Sometimes I feel, I'm on my way
Sometimes I feel, I'm on my own
It's harder and harder every day
Nobody wants to be alone

(I wanna let it go, under the sun)
(Don't wanna be the only one)
Sometimes I feel, I'm on my way
Sometimes I feel, I'm on my own
Sauntering harder everyday
Nobody wants to be alone

I'm on a road so far away
Under the sun
(Sometimes you stay, sometimes you run)
Don't wanna be the only one
Underneath the sun

I was looking for myself
Got lost along the way
Now it feels like someone else
Has got control of me

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Do Your Time - Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

Title: Do Your Time
Album: Release Therapy
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Corey Miller, Chad L. Butler, Shamar D. Daugherty, Dwight Grant, Alonzo E. Lee Jr.

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Lyric:
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name, Darren
This phone call may be monitored and recorded
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up

To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my cuz J.B., stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

You lookin' at a man that would
Die for his daughter, just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus, 'cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen
But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream

I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it
But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks

Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cuz
And every week said he wanna hit the streets
But he never struck a deal, 'cause his mouth will never squeal
Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal

Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty pics of Shawnna
If you ever have to leave, I got your mother and your daughter
Born in this way of livin' and our youth are stuck
To be safe, it's safe to say the justice system's f***** up

If you doin' 25 to life, stay up homie
I got your money on ice so, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

All my peoples in the pit, stay up homie
And until you hit the bricks, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all
That box, a mother*******, it could stress a n**** b****
Especially when you broke and home base, ain't acceptin' your calls
And you don't hear your name when it's mail time

Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin' back on your hairline
F***** [Incomprehensible] will have you stuck in that pill line
Your b**** missed the V I this weekend
Food in your locker keeps shrinkin', your celly feet stinkin'

The canteen ran out of menthols
Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers
N***** played the phone room reckless, and get hit with new indictments
Talkin' about old connects and new prices

Stress'll take a young n****, give him an old face
Or stress'll take a dumb n****, give him a new case
That s*** I used to tell my walkie lil' itchy
All he did was smoke weed and drink coffee, I know he miss me

To my man Lil' Nell, stay up homie
To my man Steve P, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To my man, Paul Selene, stay up homie
To Abdul McKeith, stay up homie
Until I see you in the streets, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

Uhh, if your people locked up, you need to send 'em some s***
'Cause it's never too late to stop bein' a b****
A magazine and some pictures is a n****** whole world
When I was down them n***** fell out, so I'm ridin' with the girls

'Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake a** dudes
They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food
'Cause commissary is so very necessary
It's so close to bein' slavery, in Texas n**** it's scary

I reached out to C-Murder, right before I came home
And when him home, let me go I make sure that his books was on
And three months later that n**** came home too
Ain't no limit to this s*** 'cause now his dream's comin' tru

I'ma keep ridin' with Bun 'cause UGK will never stop
And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot, yeah
And I'm as trill as you can be
They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, here I go

Wake up, roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive
Open the dead roll balls
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars

It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel
Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real
With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your dome
300 years left, my dawg ain't never comin' home

One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine
Almost died, in Camp Jay, n****, ride or cry
Cream has suicide attempts, precious took his own life
White boys can't handle the pain at night

You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your a** shook
And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook
You all in b****, sit down when you piss
Sweet a**, you a h**, watch I blow you a kiss

To my cousin Jimmy Watson, stay up homie
To my homeboy Mack, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To my n**** Pharoahe, stay up homie
To my n**** Z Ro, stay up homie
If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time don't let your time do you

To the King Larry Hoover, stay up homie
To my partner Shan O, you gotta stay up homie
If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To the homeboy Shyne, stay up homie
To my n**** Mystikal, stay up homie
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

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Dope Money - Lyrics - The Lox

Title: Dope Money
Artist: The Lox
Composer(s): David Styles, Anthony Fields, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
What, what?
(This goes out to the general public)
Yo, you over there Styles? Yeah dog
(Anybody sleepin' on us)
Second album nigga, two guns up nigga
Real L.O.X., blaze
"We Are the Streets" nigga, y'all know who the best
(C'mon)
Fuck y'all niggas wanna do, what, what?
(Let's go)

Couldn't live the life I live
(Yo why's that)
I could die any minute, I get high every minute
Fuckin' with snake niggas, and sleepin' with foul bitches
Came through in the latest whip with two pounds in it

Pull over where the hustlers be
(And why's that)
'Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin' ki's
So I'm always where the powder be at
(What it mean)
I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that

Stay away from where the cowards be at
(Why's that)
Time is money God, and you can't get an hour back
Or I would do it again to get the power back
Have Godfather status, make niggas bow to that

You could all shine and glitter and keep the ones
Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up
Make a lot of money, look bummy and what
'Cause money ain't shit, respect is everything

So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit
I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit
I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch
They say the good die young, all that mean to me

Is that the hood die young, we call it the last days
What you know about coppin' a house to fight pits in
Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops that write tickets
Henny iy up, shit we can semi it up

Have a picture of you on the wall, 'In Memory Of'
Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood
We tryin' to get money like chinks in the hood
They ask me how I'm doing now, I tell 'em better than them

And if your man front, he can get eleven in him
And if you told them once, then you better tell him again
Ay yo, now let's see
Who you know fuckin' with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss, and S.P.

From dope money to rap money, back to dope money
(C'mon)
From loaded guns to empty ones, over dope money
(Let's go)
We got the car house and the smoke, with the dope money
(C'mon)
All my niggas that died, over dope money
(Let's go)

Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas
(C'mon)
If we get the RICO law, we go run and hide niggas
(Let's go)
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas
(C'mon)
So don't fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas
(Let's go)

Basically speakin', all I know your face will be leakin'
I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend
A nigga hoppin' all over the map, and what you learned
That niggas with long paper take longer to crack

That's why every chance I buy me a gat
Why you rather buy you a chain, I aim at your brain
Nigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon' go broke
When we could always take all y'all dough

And then fly out to Cuba and get in the coke fields
Die off the Buddha, fifty with fifty mill
Bring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy killed
If you come through in a jet, then you frontin' to us

Cause when the coke price was up, it was nuthin' to us
We got blocks full of heroin, weed and dust
Seen bullets pop off, 'cause of greed and lust
And when the big dogs die, who gon' feed the pups

My niggas is here, so you know the circle is tight
I circle the block, and cut off the lights, pray to Christ
And when the cops come, we don't care, we got shotguns
And niggas with the most ice, get the hot ones

Stay on your job, nigga I'ma stay on mine
And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow online
And by next year, we should have a thousand guns
Nigga Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One

From dope money to rap money, back to dope money
(C'mon)
From loaded guns to empty ones, over dope money
(Let's go)
We got the car house and the smoke, with the dope money
(C'mon)
All my niggas that died, over dope money
(Let's go)

Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas
(C'mon)
If we get the RICO law, we go run and hide niggas
(Let's go)
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas
(C'mon)
So don't fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas
(Let's go)

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Dope Money - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: Dope Money
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): David Styles, Anthony Fields, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
Intro
What, what
You over there Styles?
Yeah dog
Second album nigga, real L.O.X
Blaze
We run the streets, yall know who to bet (C'mon)
Fuck yall niggas (Let's go)

Couldn't live the life I live
Why's that
I could die any minute, I get high every minute
Fuckin' with snake niggas, and sleepin' with foul bitches
Came thru on the lightest whip with two pounds in it
Pull over where the hustlers be
Why's that
Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin' Gs
So I'm always where the powder be at
What it mean
I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that
Stay away from where the cowards be at
Why's that
Time is money god, and you can't get an hour back
Or I would do it again to get the power back
Have godfather status, make niggas bow to that
You can all shine and glitter and keep the ones
Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up
Make a lot of money, and look bummy and what
Cause money aint shit, respect is everything
So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit
I take blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit
I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch
If the good die young, all that mean to me
Is that the hood die young/ We call it the last days
What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in
Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops that write tickets
Henny and what, shit we can semi it up
With your picture on the wall, in memory of
Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood
We tryin' to get money like chinks in the hood
They ask me how I'm doing now
I tell and#8216em better than them
And if your man front
He can get eleven in him
And if you told them once
Then you better tell him again
Ay yo, now let's see
Who you know fuckin with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss
And S' paper

From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon)
Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money (Let's go)
Car house in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon)
All my niggas will die over dope money (Let's go)
Bust your nine niggas, Side by side niggas (C'mon)
We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and hide niggas (Let's go)
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C'mon)
So don't fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go)

So we speakin', all I know your face will be leakin'
I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend
A nigga hoppin' all over the map
And what you learn
That niggas with long paper take longer to crap
That's why every chance I me a gat
And why you rather buy you a chain
I aim at your brain
Nigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon go broke
When we can just take all yall dough
And then fly out to Cuba, and get in the coke fields
Die off the buddha, fifty and fifty mill
Bring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy killed
If you come thru in a jet, you frontin' wit us
Cause when the coke price was up
It was nuthin to us
We got blocks full of heroin
Weed and dust/ Seen bullets pop off
Cause of greed and lust
And when the big dogs die
Who gon feed the pups
My niggas is here, so you know the circle is tight
I circle the block, and cut off the lights
Pray to Christ
Cause when the cops come in, we carry shotguns
Dem niggas with the most ice, get the hot ones
Stay on your job, nigga I'ma stay on mine
And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow online
And by next year, we should have a thousand guns
Nigga Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One

From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon)
Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money (Let's go)
Car house in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon)
All my niggas will die over dope money (Let's go)
Bust your nine niggas, Side by side niggas (C'mon)
We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and hide niggas (Let's go)
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C'mon)
So don't fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go)

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