Takin' Me Back - Lyrics - Cheap Trick

Title: Takin' Me Back
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Rick Nielsen

Lyric:
You're takin' me back
I remember it well
You're takin' me back
It's so easy to tell
You're takin' me back
I remember it well
You're takin' me back
A long, long, long time ago
A long, long, long time ago

You, you let me down
You didn't think of me
I, I won't forget
What you did to me

You were nice not to say it
Now my heart is'nt breakin'

You're takin' me back
I remember it well
You're takin' me back
A long, long, long time ago
A long, long, long time ago

You, you thought that
You could make a fool of me
Don't, don't be so sure
That the fool was me

I held up, I could take it
Now my heart is'nt breakin'

You're takin' me back
I remember it well
You're takin' me back
A long, long, long time ago
A long, long, long time ago

A long time ago, a long time ago
A long time ago you were breakin' my heart
I never found all the parts

A long time ago
A long time ago
A long time ago

You're takin' me back
I remember it well
You're takin' me back
It's so easy to tell
You're takin' me back
It's written on my face
You're takin' me back
It's so easy to tell

You're takin' me back
I remember it well
You're takin' me back
It's so easy to tell
You're takin' me back
I remember it well
You're takin' me back
A long, long, long time ago
A long, long, long time ago
A long, long, long time ago
A long, long, long time ago

You're takin' me back

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Come Back To Me Shawty - Lyrics - Alter Ego - Tyrese

Title: Come Back To Me Shawty
Album: Alter Ego
Artist: Tyrese
Composer(s): Steven L Russell, Antonio Dixon, Damon Thomas, Harvey Mason Jr, Walter Mccarty

Lyric:
Come back

I guess it looks like my playa face has got me messed up again
She had me dippin' now I, I'm feelin' guilty
'Cuz you gave me a second chance and damn I did it again
Tryin' be fly

And now I'm sittin' here tryin' to figure out
'How to get my baby back'
I done apologized so many times and girl I don't know
If she's comin' home, damn you tryna be fly, baby

Come back to me shawty
'Cuz you takin' my heart away
Come back to me shawty, please forgive me
Come back to me shawty

I can't erase you, ain't no replacin' you
'Cuz you know you got that bomb, bomb
And I'm really missin' you, yeah
Come back to me shawty
'Cuz you takin' my heart away

Girl, I know that it's crazy that we goin' through this again
I know I promised that I wouldn't be so selfish
All my life girl you never gon' be feelin' this way again
Tryna to keep my

Now I realize she ain't worth losin' ya
And I shoulda been witchu instead of doin' her, baby
But I'm gonna do much better, willin' to do whatever
'Cuz I'm tryna keep my, baby

Come back to me shawty
'Cuz you takin' my heart away
Come back to me shawty, please forgive me
Come back to me shawty

I can't erase you, ain't no replacin' you
'Cuz you know you got that bomb, bomb
And I'm really missin' you, yeah
Come back to me shawty
'Cuz you takin' my heart away

It's really killin' me
Just tryna leave without you
And I ain't gon' make it if you say I've lost you
So I'll never stop until I get you back shawty

Come back to me shawty
'Cuz you takin' my heart away
Come back to me shawty, please forgive me
Come back to me shawty

I can't erase you, ain't no replacin' you
'Cuz you know you got that bomb, bomb
And I'm really missin' you, yeah
Come back to me shawty
'Cuz you takin' my heart away

Come back to me shawty
'Cuz you takin' my heart away
Come back to me shawty, please forgive me
Come back to me shawty

Come back to me shawty
'Cuz you takin' my heart away
Come back to me shawty

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Pass The Gat - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Pass The Gat
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): Derek Murphy, Lorenzo Dechalus

Lyric:
Aiyyo
Gimme a gat I'm 'bout to smoke this motherfucker!
Gimme a gat I'm 'bout to smoke this motherfucker!

Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back

I need seven brothers ready to roll, I mean some real shit
Brothers ready to bust, bust again and again
Snatch the chains off the door my man, this is a stick-up
I ain't bring no funds, just came to snatch the guns
Check it, brothers spread throughout the whole damn store
Don't leave nothin', don't leave a witness
This black man is armed, another man's alarmed
This is the next Vietnam, set it off in the North

My moms is down with it, pops is committed
Something's got to give, I'm like a powder keg
Ready to stick a bank, drivin' a high-powered tank
Newsflash, Brand Nubian, takin' fifty hostages
Take 'em in the basement, feed the punks sausages
(Yo if I don't get 'em)
[Incomprehensible] twinkies from hostess
Shoot the fagot in the back for actin' like that

From New York, in the East, I'm the black man police
I called the cops for a beef that I had, but they didn't do
A fuckin' thing, tellin' me to tone down
As if they was a father gettin' red in the face
And they threatened me with mace, so check it out
(Hey!)
So now I'm the wise guy but they ain't tryin' to bend
That's why I'm here to pretend

Aiyyo pass the fuckin' gat!
Gimme a gat I'm 'bout to smoke this motherfucker!

Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back

Pass me the gat, and just like that, I squeeze
Like a man possessed from the Old West
See I rest in Rule, keep a tool close
You don't want be the learner that my burner makes toast
'Cause today's mathematics is Uzi does it
I got the automatic stashed in the attic
And it's an emphatic now cipher
If you think you take the life of me without a fight

Huh, I clean my gun with a rip rod
Here comes the God who don't eat pig lard
Lord J A motherfuckin' M A R
Never passive, the crew grows massive
We get wreck with the tech, blow your mind with nine
Plus we got the shotty for your body
Rodney King ain't this God-ly king
Before I take a whippin', I'll dump a fuckin' clip in

The police, who give us no peace, to be deceased
I'll have a feast, as I commence to slay the beast
So my advice to black men, stay strapped
Aiyyo aiyyo yo, pass that

Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back

Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back
Pass the gat!

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Take Tha Hood Back - Lyrics - Underground Kingz - Ugk

Title: Take Tha Hood Back
Album: Underground Kingz
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Chad Butler, George Hill, Eric Johnson, Avery Stevenson, Andrew Harr, Stayve Thomas, Bernard Freeman, Jermaine Jackson

Lyric:
Yeah nigga, the hood is fucked up right now
You niggaz got shit all crossed-up
Niggaz got the game real twisted, right now
You niggaz is really hustlin' wrong
You niggaz got your grind wrong, mayne

I gotta watch you hoe-ass niggaz
It's time for the teacher
To sit back in the front of the class, nigga
Right over the blackboard
And teach you hoe-ass niggaz the rules, nigga

'Cause ain't nobody showin? you niggaz
How to get money the right way
If you gon' get money, bitch
'Cause you gon' fuck everybody money up on the real

Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballers, open up your mind
A lot of niggaz hustlin' backwards, need to press rewind
There's some niggaz playin' dirty pool, bad Cali bandits
They crossin' up the Trill and man, ya boy just can't stand it

Motherfuckers need to be reprimanded and straight jacked
These boys is givin' the wrong niggaz out here respect
Break ya neck to fuck wit a nigga that compromise yo? hood
Yo? doin' shit you know it cool until the good

Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the school
Using youngsters, they hits states, this whole shit on the cool
Matter ?fact, fuck the cool, you niggaz need to hear me
Breakin' bread with certified snitches, don't come near me

You niggaz givin' these canaries all these passes
Fuck gettin' dough wit a snitch, get in they asses
I'm teachin' classes, Dope Slangin? 101
These hoe-ass niggaz don't want none of Bun
I'm takin' the hood back

Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back

You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin' the hood back
We in the club like it's good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood back

I'm a G, hell yeah, I don't bull
Got yo? bitch lookin' mad while them Fingaz so full
I drank hard while you niggaz drank Bull
But the boy like Diddy fed, Bam got pulled

And I was taught to hold my own
Picture spider lock ya down, brother burna zone, nigga
Hell yeah, I'm bout dat, shirt slacks all black
Come through sunny side and leave yo' house flat

Yeah, I grind for the paper, fuck small towns, go major
Fuck a cell phones, goin' pagers
It's young low Frazier, shoot good with no lasers
And every shot hit, I don't throw no grazer

Some killa talk, nigga and real talk nigga
Middlefingaz' a ridah, whoever killed off, nigga
And I put that on Pat, Screw and Steve
Young low bitch, I clap you and leave, hoe
We takin' the hood back

Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back

You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin' the hood back
We in the club like it's good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood back

A thousand-eight grams, enough to get yo? ass right
You smart wit it, get caught wit it, enough to get yo? ass life
From out here in these trenches
Ain't no fuckn' love or second chance
Small-time offender, lose yo? ass, you get enhanced

Speak not, keep yo' mouth shut, investigate the whole place
Make 'em think it's cool, follow that nigga round the whole day
The game ain't the same at all, changed for the worst
Nigga got the less time ?cause he came wit it first

See I disperse to dope, the most convicted felon, strictly G's
No more Glock shit, rock shit, strictly ki?s
I gets my paper, I was taught by older niggaz
Cold blooded killas, dope dealers, Sodom niggaz

I'm alert, I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top of shit
I show you how to stop that bitch
Get ig'nant wit this choppa bitch
Tomorrow ain't promised, snitch today, die tonight
We know your spot, me and my niggaz gon' ride tonight

Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back

You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin' the hood back
We in the club like it's good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood back

I'm takin? back the streets, thang on the C
On parole but I'm cold wit the heat
Candy coated rock baller, twenty-chop crawler
Bitches tryna steal my dick, I ain't ?bout to call her

There?s a lotta niggaz rappin?, playin' games
I don't see none of the shit that you name
Where the car at? Where the bread at?
Where the girl you say that got that 'Five head' at?

Where the rocks at? Where the Glocks at?
In yo' mind and on the mic, the only place it's at
That's my lifestyle you rappin' 'bout
I'm havin' everythin? you pussy niggaz yappin' 'bout

When you see some cocaine
You say you got it, nigga, bring me ten thangs
He gotta call his connect and shit
And he ain't got you co-na-vict nigga, I'm takin' my hood back

Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back

You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin' the hood back
We in the club like it's good, in the hood and you a rat
Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood back

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Ghetto Dayz - Lyrics - Alter Ego - Tyrese

Title: Ghetto Dayz
Album: Alter Ego
Artist: Tyrese
Composer(s): Chris De La Fuente, Tyrese Darnell Gibson, Ricardo Brown, Tyrese Gibson, Erik Crooms, David Drew, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Yeah, right

Compton, South Central, Watts
Long Beach, Inglewood, East L.A.
West Coast for life
Live and die for this shit

Yeah, when I was young livin' life on the run
11 years old, real life, no goals
Sneakin' little sips in the cut
I'm takin' lil' hits in the cut

Before they even called me Kurupt
Ridin' down the blocks I'ma tell you how I grew up
I was always in the mix, too young for sticks
Ty, tell 'em 'bout that Watts experience

In Watts, a **** couldn't wait for the summertime
Backyard barbecues, yeah, that'll free your mind
We stay fallin' off them ice cream trucks
All my **** nickel-baggin' it, hustlin' bucks

You could catch me in the middle of the street
Slapboxin' with my **** Porky
And as I take you down my memory lane
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days, let 'em know

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

I ain't change ****, I'm just busy
**** bein' broke **** I'm filthy
Got a problem with me holla at me, I'll be back in six months
I'm on the road gettin' my money up

And I remember all the young soldiers in the hood tryin' to gang bang
Slang a nickel bag screamin' money ain't a thing
For real, I know exactly how y'all feel
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, Westside 'til I die, c'mon

I got a lot of rider in me, I was thinkin'
Couple years older, 14 smokin' and drinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout Uncle Jam's army, the old folks love me
I'm just gettin' up in the game, the gang bang [Incomprehensible]

Crenshaw was crackin', doin' that they got Schwinns
On Sundays watchin' all the big homies spin
I want Dana's, 'cause that's all I see
That's like the Army, with Dana's you all you could be, I reminisce

I used to love eatin' polly seeds and chico sticks
Watch me jump up in the bush to play, hide-go-get-it, I'm wit it
And all them hoodrats used to hold us down on the block
Reminiscin' 'bout my first piece of ****, yeah

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Truth is, I ran away when I was 5 years old
Ran 'til my And-1's had holes in the soles
I had three silk shirts, two pair of Girbauds
Spent the night at Boo's house, we was sharin' his clothes

Mom's left me out in the cold
Worse than that my man took five shots and he ain't lose his soul
I was livin' with a blind man's vision
And no matter how hard I tried, I could never see prison

And to all my dead homies, we don't pour out liquor
We just poke our chest out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We were scared of gang-bangers, walked to school in groups
Argued who was the best MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I miss my ghetto days
Whether it was Coca-Cola or straight coke we found a way
Hey, and the memories of Eazy and 'Pac
California, we all we got, we got, we got

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

I remember when I used to say I wanna rap and sing
All my **** used to laugh at me
But now, I'm on top of my game
But now, and ain't a damn thing changed

From ghetto superstar to Coca-Cola
All my people locked down got nothin' but love for ya
Stay strong, 'cause we know it ain't easy
Come home, 'cause we miss you on the streets

Listen, sweet ladies, how you gonna act like that?
It's your baby boy, holla back, back
So let me take you down my memory lane
Reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days, ohh girl

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

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Takin' The Country Back - Lyrics - John Anderson

Title: Takin' The Country Back
Artist: John Anderson
Composer(s): Curtis Wright, Marty Stuart

Lyric:
Goin' down to muscle shoals where the swamp water rhythm flows
Live the only way I know I'm just a common man
Headed down to Texas way where the honky-tonk heroes play
Gonna find that lost highway that's where I'll make a stand

Takin' the country back, it's high time we face the facts
Heart and soul slippin' through the cracks, we're takin' the country back
Takin' the country back we're not sure just where it's at
We've got to get it back on track, we're takin' the country back

Bright lights and limousines fame and fortune I have seen
Still searchin' for that dream it's callin' me back home
Down to earth where the music's real singin' 'bout what the people feel
Timeless truth now that's the deal we got to pass in on y'all

Takin' the country back, it's high time we face the facts
Heart and soul slippin' through the cracks, we're takin' the country back

Takin' the country back, it's high time we face the facts
Heart and soul slippin' through the cracks, we're takin' the country back
Takin' the country back, it's high time we face the facts
We're not sure where we're taking but we're takin' the country back

Takin' the country back it's high time we face the facts
Heart and soul slippin' through the cracks we're takin' the country back
We're takin' the country back, takin' the country on back

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As I Come Back - Lyrics - Genesis - Busta Rhymes

Title: As I Come Back
Album: Genesis
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Bryan Higgins, Chad Hugo, James Jr. Jackson, J Davis, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Pharrell Williams, P Jackson, Trevor Smith, Malik Taylor

Lyric:
Here we come yo, here we go
What's goin' on now?
Here we come yo, here we go
What's goin' on now?
Here we come yo, here we go
What's goin' on now?
Here we come yo, here we go

Busta Rhymes nigga, here we go
Flipmode nigga, here we go
Neptunes nigga, here we go
Once again my niggas, here we go

Guess who's back in town
Bitches get on the dance floor and pull ya shit on doownnah
From miles around
I been fuckin' bitches up and flip a brand new soundraah
The most hot shit all around
So hot it make a bitch wanna give me a poundraah

Huh, fall on the ground, come on
Roll up a backwood and stay steamin the brrownraah
The way we comin' to town
See we controllin' the fort now, nigga give me the crrownraah
Talk that shit to me girl, arrah, wha you say, arrah

Strip for me, I got the camcorder shorty make a flick for mearrah
And how wide ya ass get split for mearrah
See how we makin' you black
And from the party and we keep the D.J bringin' it back
I'm sayin'

Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back, nigga

Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back, nigga

What we gon do in two thousand two?
Even though we havin' fun in two thousand oneraah
Stay strapped, grippin' my gun
Whippin' in the truck, packed with bitches stackin' my onerrah
And while we wylin' in fun
All of my bitches show me ya ass and rep where you fromraah

Come on, arrah, cuttin' it down
In such a way we make police come and shuttin' it downrraah
I hope you see how we takin' it there
And while we at it motherfucker throw ya hands in the airraah
Valet parkin' the car
While we up in the club buyin' every drink in the barraah

We givin' you this shit, come on
We showin' niggas how we always flip the script come onrraah
Back off, get out my face
And everytime we come through nigga, give me my space
I'm sayin'

Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back, nigga

Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back, arrah

For my dogs we be keepin it raw
But bitches be gasin' a nigga, please give me some moreraah
They way you be shakin' ya shit to the floorrah, damn, arrah
I'ma give it to you mami for sure
And if you couldn't take it then what is you fuckin' me forrah?
Ya'll niggas know how to act
And when we arrive niggas know we come to pushin' shit back
I'm sayin'

Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back, nigga

Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back, arrah

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High Lonesome - Lyrics - High Lonesome/Luxury Liner - Jedd Hughes

Title: High Lonesome
Album: High Lonesome/Luxury Liner
Artist: Jedd Hughes
Composer(s): Billy Burnette, Jedd Hughes, Terry Mcbride

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Lyric:
I saw this boy and girl tonight
Reminded me of you and I in better days
Then I saw him steal a kiss
I realize you're all I miss and that's all it takes

I get that heart achin' on the edge of breakin'
Never ending road that's twistin'
Takin' me back to where we were back then
I get that high lonesome, low down and then some
Whiskey drinkin', what was I thinkin'
Why I ever left you feelin' again

It's been forever since I've seen ya
The grass still isn't any greener on the other side
Someone told me, "Live and learn, play with fire and you'll get burned"
And I did, now I'm paying the price, when

I get that heart achin' on the edge of breakin'
Never ending road that's twistin'
Takin' me back to where we were back then
I get that high lonesome, low down and then some
Whiskey drinkin', what was I thinkin'
Why I ever left you feelin' again

I tell myself I'm over you
Then I wake up to the cold, hard truth again and again

I get that heart achin' on the edge of breakin'
Never ending road that's twistin'
Takin' me back to where we were back then
I get that high lonesome, low down and then some
Whiskey drinkin', what was I thinkin'
Why I ever left you feelin' again

I get that high lonesome, low down and then some
Whiskey drinkin', what was I thinkin'
Why I ever left you feelin again
Whiskey drinkin', what was I thinkin'
Why I ever left you feelin' again

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Roll With 'Em - Lyrics - Solja Rags - Juvenile

Title: Roll With 'Em
Album: Solja Rags
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
It's enemy turf that I'm on, so I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black calico
Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo' sho' it's 'bout to go
Niggaz graduated from sellin' dope to snortin' dope

Gangsta be bustin' heads
Lil Reggie be bustin' heads
K.C., he be bustin' heads
Think I ain't 'bout nustin' heads

Bodies bled, I'll put infrared up in your Cutlass
You play with 226, that's my clique so I say fuck it
Ruckus, war deep, World War III in the mix
5 hot soys runnin', bringin' G's to they clique

With them hundred round tip-tips, to make sure niggaz ain't breathin'
You recievin', a punishment for not believin'
Curly head lookin' for me, 'cause I'm hot and word don' got loose
Bundles of dope fronted, from the Magnolia to the Goose

Snitches wanted to testify the shit that they know
Set a bomb on the front door, put a key in the door and the place blow
Look I been walkin' way mo', with a coat full of yeh-yo
Nothin' but clientele, from 11-5, sale
You don't think it's legal, nigga we can take it to the scale
You gon' double your money, gon' get credit make your bail

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

My biological father, was a sperm donor, around the corner
Was the man that killed lil Lanny, who knew we'd understand it
That way that, my mother was heartless to her kids
So he took us in his home, and he raised like his own

Now we grown, and we learned responsibility
The devil tryed to get wit me
To affect all of my dickin' inability
But it's gon' be some shit, when a collision is occurin'

Asurin', of me bein' a factor, through '97 and after
And I'ma have to, get my ten percent
Or I'ma get punished, like the rest of these niggaz and there's evidence
'Cause ever since all these cars and all these mansions

And all these luxuries was givin'
You wasn't givin' no thanks, to the reason you was livin'
So I'ma keep an open mind and make the right decision
And ain't tell you niggaz shit, and put my self in a position

That's inescapable, 'cause you capable, of puttin' my life in danger
And it's causin' confusion, confusion draw conclusion
And shootin' up some niggaz that pose a threat
Until somebody warns you that you're close to death

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

Don't love ya, don't need ya
So why the fuck would I feed ya
You bitches want my riches, delete ya
'Cause it's movin', it's shakin' number one spot takin'

Rap site tight and money we be makin'
Clock six figures, with brown beats and triggers
Drinkin' from the riggers, poppa said the gon' fig us
Everything I make, and everything I drive

Everything I scratch and everything I ride
Touch it, live for it, you niggaz kill for it
The new Juve tape, got you hoes loosin' weight
Can't get your life straight, music to masturbate

Test a, nigga like me boy and you better
Have on your bulletproof sweater, ridin' in an armored Jetta
Beware of these, thugs in E's
Every time you breathe you recievin' a part of me

Look, my lyrics be combustible like gases
When I'm grabbin' for the mic and performin' for your masses
I'm never found on the ship that's steady sinkin'
Total control and all about self my way of thinkin'

Bankin', off top, runnin' with them boys from the block
Totin' glocks that we only use when we put on the spot
Now I got, a reason to live for than to die
Keepin' a tight inventory on my supply, of gettin' high
Know when to stop, don't wanna be it, can't even see it
Not even them little niggaz that I be wit'

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

I'm gettin' tired, of this bullshit that we hearin'
I'm gettin' tired, 'bout to get my iron ready to ride
Ready to ride, ready to ride
Ready to ride, lil wodie

Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down from no nigga
Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down from no nigga
Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down from no nigga

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Back Up Off Me - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Back Up Off Me
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Awood Magic Johnson, Carlos Stephens, Quinton J Banks, Percy Romeo Iii Miller, Cordozar C Broadus

Lyric:
Are you ready for this?
The Ice Cream Man
Are you ready for this?
It's bad like my high
Are you ready for this?

My No Limit Soldiers, trademark
Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, TRU
We TRU, ugh, ugh
Time to go to war, ugh

I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin', you sick of this
And chicken nuts, niggas slangin' with cuts
Ready to bust on you cluckers
On you niggas that sick 'cause we sicker

Niggas slangin' flickers
I'm in the projects ballin' with my niggas
I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks
Niggas ain't fuckin' with dirty sacks

I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks
But y'all niggas don't know that
I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic
You fuckin' with a nigga, that don't give a fuck about you

Or your bitch 'cause I'll go like psycho
Like Michael, load this fuckin' rifle
Start blastin' at bitches motherfucker, yeah 'cause I'm a psycho
Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder

Lunatic, out to fuck you
You heard of a nigga not playin' with a full deck
Break ya neck, hustle on ya check
Get cho' spine, get cho' neck broke

Fuckin' field cats and chat
No Limit nigga, real nigga, who
Don't give a fuck when you dead and gone
Motherfucker you feel my bucks from my chrome

Back up off me
(Feel me)
Feel it
Back up off me
(My trademark)
Feel it back up off me

Gon' pack me with a nigga with no bread
Nappy head, put chu' in a grave
Give a fuck about chu' niggas, piss on ya forehead
I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock

But niggas they slangin' that hoo rock
But niggas they wanna boo dock that Buddha
Nigga a quarter, of water
But y'all niggas late 'cause I done took over New Orleans

In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside
Motherfuckers never realize 'cause the young gon' die on the streets
I'm killin' murder, the lunatic
Never givin' a fuck, I'm tryin' to make bucks

Before I leave this truck
Got these killers watchin' me
Niggas not pockin' me
V got that tech nine and man got that uzi

Big Boz come with rah rah, niggas with sah sah
KR hooked up the track, so what the fuck y'all didn't realize
We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle
Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin' head rattle

Like an ostrich, nigga you want some sausage
Meet me in the French Quarters
I'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers
And they 'bout it, niggas we rowdy

Never givin' a fuck, we started this 'bout it, 'bout it
Now why y'all sayin' y'all 'bout it, 'bout it
Y'all scared of me, niggas, yeah, y'all scared of me
Bitch talkin' shit, you and ya bitch, I ain't afraid of ya

I'm hustlin' got them ballers
Niggas we smokin' them quarters
Fiends be dippin' that water
But we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow

Nigga, feel it
Back up off me
Nigga, feel it
Back up off me
Nigga, feel it
Bitch get up

Niggas comin' wicked, fools, I'm gon' kick it
Be whippin' niggas ass like I'm cookin' greasy chicken
I'll pop off batter but niggas they wanna scatter
Niggas they talkin' shit, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics

Up the trees, watch them niggas freeze
Don't give a fuck, take off my shirt nigga
No Limit on my back, back
But niggas they pullin' that sack, sack

TRU against my stomach, motherfucker how y'all gonna fade that
The real fuckin' click, ain't no love for y'all dubs
Niggas think we slangin' dubs
Nigga we slangin' tapes to you niggas across the world

Niggas that squirrel, I got that girl
My lil' partner got that boy, man, got the whirl
But I don't give a fuck 'cause I be sick like Suzy
Take these 32 round clips from my automatic Uzi

Run and duck and hide nigga, you fried
Ain't no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside
The projects from uptown to downtown
To across the river

Niggas they slangin' that dope motherfucker, get cho' head twisted
In the river, you gone, ain't no love meet the chrome
I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone
And if you come sick you stupid

'Cause my click don't give a fuck but they ready to shoot shit
Up but nigga, you better duck nigga
'Fore you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River

Back up off me
Back up off me
(Feel that motherfucker nigga, feel that)
Back up off me, nigga
Back up off me
My trademark

Bitch get off me
Bitch get off me
Word's up motherfucker
[Incomprehensible]

Work this
Look me in the eyes if you real
(You'll need to feel this)
Bitch, get off me
Look me in the eyes if you real
(Bitch get off me)

Nigga feel this, feel it
Look me in the eyes, niggas if you real
[Incomprehensible]
Soldier, No Limit, Soldiers
(Look a real nigga in the eyes)
Ready for the battlefield
Buckle up and [Incomprehensible]

Are you ready for this?

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Emotion (The Neptunes Remix) - Lyrics - This Is The Remix - Destiny'S Child

Title: Emotion (The Neptunes Remix)
Album: This Is The Remix
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

Lyric:
It's over and done
But the heartache lives on inside
And who's the one you're clinging to
Instead of me tonight? Ooh, baby

And where are you now, now that I need you?
Tears on my pillow wherever you go
I'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean
You never see me fall apart
In the words of a broken heart

It's just emotion takin' me over
Caught up in sorrow, lost in my soul
But if you don't come back, come home to me, darlin'
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world
To hold me tight?
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world
To kiss goodnight? goodnight, goodnight

I'm here at your side
I'm part of all the things you are
And you've got a part of someone else
You've got to find your shining star

And where are you now, now that I need you?
Tears on my pillow wherever you go
I'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean
You never see me fall apart
In the words of a broken heart

It's just emotion takin' me over
Caught up in sorrow, lost in my soul
But if you don't come back
Come home to me, darlin'
Nobody left in this world
To hold me tight
Nobody left in this world
To kiss goodnight, goodnight

And where are you now, now that I need you?
Tears on my pillow wherever you go
I'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean
You never see me fall apart
In the words of a broken heart

It's just emotion takin' me over
Caught up in sorrow, lost in my soul
But if you don't come back
Come home to me, darlin'
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world
To hold me tight
Nobody left in this world
To kiss goodnight, goodnight, goodnight

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Came Back For You - Lyrics - La Bella Mafia - Lil' Kim

Title: Came Back For You
Album: La Bella Mafia
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Jimmy L. Webb, Kimberly Jones, Kanye West, Estate Of Christopher Wa

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Lyric:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I am the one and only Queen Bee
After me there will be none
But you could call me Miss White
Most people know me as Lil' Kim
The head of the La Bella Mafia
Oh, shout out to my girl Victoria Gotti
And the whole Gotti family stay up

This time around I ain't takin' no shit
This time around I never get bit
This time around I switched up my flow
Got rid of the pits and put rots by the do'
This time around it ain't like befo'
This time around I'm gon' crack ya jo'
The feds is watchin' me so I can't do much
Speak the wrong words bitch and you will get touched

I'm back on the scene my favorite color is green
I'm buildin' a empire, got a whole new team
Pimp game is strong, raps is just harder than
They ever been, you can never win
Made my way through Hollywood, fashion world adores me
Music's my first love, but nine to five bores me
Love me or hate me Lil' Kim come through
My fans across the world I came back for you

I came back for you
All incarcerated scarfaces gangstas with the fed cases
I came back for you
All my fans across the world holla at your girl
I came back for you
Everybody's waitin' on me all these hoes hatin' on me
I came back for you
The mink rockin' Benz coppin' keep the bottles poppin'

It's the real hip hop mami check the facts
I'm sick of all you acts with your bubble gum raps
Like the sand in the hour glass you out of your time
Tried to go against the queen is you out of your mind?
Even be at number two, your chances is slim
'Cause when God made Adam, he should've made Kim
I gave a few passes but I never forget
It's enough, I got to put up with this Doo Doo Brown chick

Now you and you wanna come at me from all sides
I'm gettin' money, don't think I just be lettin' shit slide
I'm very concerned with fashion ain't my fault y'all don't know how ta
Rock this Hollywood thang y'all need to let me style ya
Come back, to the light ma, I started the shit
How soon we forget I'm the heart of the shit
So keep your tacky ways and go back to your stripper days
As long as I'm around, you gon' bow down

I came back for you
All incarcerated scarfaces gangstas with the fed cases
I came back for you
All my fans across the world holla at your girl
I came back for you
Everybody's waitin' on me all these hoes hatin' on me
I came back for you
The mink rockin' Benz coppin' keep the bottles poppin'

This time around either your in or your out
This time around you better watch your mouth
This time around you gon' hang or bang
This time around you better do your thang
'Cause I'm the best that ever done it, the best that lived it
I ain't no overnight success goddamn it I was born with it
The Prada mama, the Dolce 'n' Gabbana drippin'
The Blue Hypnotic Martini Mimosa sippin'

Y'all better team or get it together
Or you, you and her, can get it whenever
Huh, I got a army y'all can't harm me
If the shoe was on the other foot you probably try to starve me
Don't get your life token I know I got you shooken
This Bed Stuff fly girl came back for Brooklyn

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Tales Of A Hustler Part Ii - Lyrics - Beanie Sigel

Title: Tales Of A Hustler Part Ii
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Umar Alwan, Klaus Doldinger, Dwight Grant, Kenneth William Johnson, A Lewis

Lyric:
Court casin', third felony facin', no probation
My heart racin' like a blunt lacin'
Hennessy and malt liquor chasin'
My gemstar scarrin' niggaz faces

For a pound of trey eight and
I throw bullets like Dallas Troy Aikman
The callous on my index stay achin'
Niggaz, stay hatin', got me late night pacin'

I'm tight boot lacin', mask on like, I'm Jason
Shoot up shit like Larry Davis
You play the pulpit like Pastor Mason
Turn cheek like Martin Luther

I'm like Oswald, sharp-shootin'
Got my eyes on my mark in the dark shootin'
Beam illuminate the target movin'
Get your organs ruined, move out like Swat move in

Got them niggaz on the back-block rootin'
For the bad guy, playground legend like Sadait
P. Kirkland, my MP state workin'
Shootin-arm stay jerkin', my Nextel stay chripin'
Can't answer 'cause the feds lurkin'

It's like we catchin' cancer on purpose
Back to back chain smoking, nicotine feinin'
Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin'
Manic-depressive

Like the man upstairs tryin' to pass me a lesson
But I can't catch it
The game under break the pressure
They miss my presence

We still not promised tomorrow
Takin' the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets
We got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard till our numbers get called
The lifestyle of a hustler

We still not promised tomorrow
Takin' the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets
We got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard till our numbers get called
The lifestyle of a hustler

I'm feelin' like death's in the air
Got me back to back buckin' my squares
But I ain't bitchin', I ain't scared
I ain't budgin', in fact the thrill alone turns me on

Got me smiling, laughin, clutchin'
My toast and confrontin' mother fuckers
Cockroaches will not catch me laughin'

Skinny and slim fram y'all get it the same
Cool niggaz that'll spin out they waves
Grimey niggaz that'll spin to they graves
Justifyin' my foul ways, I got kids to raise

But motherfuckers rather see me sprayed
Than to see me pair, fucker or see me on the front page like Sig
Or stay rolled DC with B. Sig
You bitch, niggaz stay PC when y'all see me

Until the day that they
Fit me in the grave and the city wreak of me
We got the city under siege
S P R O C

Poverty is a movie starrin' me
Ride with me, play the passenger seat
So, y'all can see how my life's so real
So, y'all can see how my life's so ill

We still not promised tomorrow
Takin' the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets
We got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard till our numbers get called
The lifestyle of a hustler

We still not promised tomorrow
Takin' the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets
We got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard till our numbers get called
The lifestyle of a hustler

Tales of a hustler that's me in the flesh
Got a Jag and a Caddy sellin' dimes of the step
Niggaz wanna take my block I had to earn my respect
So, I put his cerebellum on his grandma's steps

You know Oschino, he'll probly kill
Got the soul of Huey Newton, nigga, Bobby Seale
Nigga, prolly take the stand he'll prolly squeal
But I got four lawyers, I ain't takin' the deal, nigga

We could strap without scrap or put the semi in it
Gun fully loaded like the Chrysler with the hemmy in it
I keep it ghetto like a 40 with the Henny in it
Went to school, broke loafers on no pennies in it

Stood the coldest winter with the bummiest coat
Need food, need shoes, sold dummies of soap
Got tired of bein' broke, man, life was a bitch
They bring you flowers when you dead but no soup while you sick

So, I switched my whole picture, got involved with the bricks
Not the ones made of semen but the ones you sniffs
Tales of a hustler, niggaz come for your jugular
If you sell one bag to they mother fuckin' customers

State P we got the city on smash
Got every boulevard, every street, every ave
Got sneakers, got clothes, nigga, you do the math
Push to hustle but the point is just to stack that cash
Tales of a hustler

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Doin' To Me - Lyrics - Visit Me - Changing Faces

Title: Doin' To Me
Album: Visit Me
Artist: Changing Faces
Composer(s): Charisse Rose, Bryce Wilson, Cassandra Lucas, Brett Williams

Lyric:
My song, Changing Faces
Introducing Brett
You, you want me to tell you?
I mean, do you really want me to tell you?

What is it about you?
Just tell me how you do what you do to me
Whatever you want to
No questions asked, you know it's okay with me
You can't do nothing wrong
You know just where to go, how to play with me
We can play all night long
Cuz with you all night long, is where I wanna be
You got me doin' things I never did before
And when you touch me, you open every door
I'm not afraid to see how much you mean to me
No, I just can't explain what you're doin' to me

What are you doin' to me? Tell me
(What you're doin' to me, baby tell me, what you're doin' to me)
What are you doin' to me? Tell me
(What you're doin' to me, baby tell me, what you're doin' to me)
What are you doin' to me? Tell me
(What you're doin' to me, baby tell me, what you're doin' to me)
What are you doin' to me? Tell me
(What you're doin' to me, baby tell me, what you're doin' to me)

What are you
Where did you go to school? (what you're doin' to me)
How did you learn to do what you do to me?
The way you use your tools (what you're doin' to me)
See every touch, you took, had to get at me
Sometimes I scream your name
And I don't feel no way, I don't feel no shame
See all I feel is you
So keep on makin' me feel the way I do
You know what it means, you're my fantasy
You put it on me, never hold back, give it to me
I'm not afraid to see where you're takin' me
No I can't get enough of what you're doin'
You're doin' to me

What are you doin' to me? Tell me
(What you're doin' to me, baby tell me, what you're doin' to me)
What are you doin' to me? Tell me
(What you're doin' to me, baby tell me, what you're doin' to me)
What are you doin' to me? Tell me
(What you're doin' to me, baby tell me, what you're doin' to me)
What are you doin' to me? Tell me
(What you're doin' to me, baby tell me, what you're doin' to me)

Heh, okay, uh-huh
I'ma tell you what you need to know when it come down to sex
But I rap for show then tell, please hold on askin' the
Questions
But you want me to talk dirty, thug you out type agressin'
Or show affection, pipe you down, sweetly caressin'
Or when my tongue headin' from your forehead and
Hey, you know where I'm headin'
To that soft spot between your legs and
Oh, the school? Changing Faces
Topic? Sex education
I guess that's why Brett left sensual lasting impression

Aiight, I'll make this confession
Keep it wet, I love all the sweatin'
When we intimately connectin'
Boy, you blessed and well endowed
I love how you make this cat meow

Push it back ma, I'm about to grind
Almost there, don't stop now
What's my name? Shout it out
Come before me, before your mama or papi
C'mon, for real, who your sugar daddy?

Now Brett, you know you the best, truthfully
No lie, you know, what you doin' to me?

What are you doin' to me? Tell me
(What you're doin' to me, baby tell me, what you're doin' to me)
What are you doin' to me? Tell me
(What you're doin' to me, baby tell me, what you're doin' to me)
What are you doin' to me? Tell me
(What you're doin' to me, baby tell me, what you're doin' to me)
What are you doin' to me? Tell me
(What you're doin' to me, baby tell me, what you're doin' to me)

What are you tell me
(What you're doin' to me, baby tell me, what you're doin' to me)
What are you tell me
(What you're doin' to me, baby tell me, what you're doin' to me)

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Tales Of A Hustler Pt.2 - Lyrics - The B.Coming - Beanie Sigel

Title: Tales Of A Hustler Pt.2
Album: The B.Coming
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Kenneth William Johnson, Klaus Doldinger, A Lewis, Dwight Grant, Umar Alwan

Lyric:
Court casin', third felony facin'
No probation, my heart racin' like a blunt lacin'
Hennessey and malt liquor chasin'
My gem star scarrin' niggaz faces

For a pound of trey eight and
I throw bullets like Dallas Troy Aikman
The callous on my index stay achin'
Niggaz stay hatin', got me late night pacin'

I'm tight boot lacin', mask on like I'm Jason
Shoot up shit like Larry Davis
You play the pulpit like Pastor Mason
Turn cheek like Martin Luther

I'm like Oswald sharp-shootin'
Got my eyes on my mark in the dark shootin'
Beam illuminate the target movin'
Get your organs ruined, move out like SWAT move in

Got them niggaz on the back-block rootin'
For the bad guy, playground legend like Sadait
P. Kirkland, my MP state workin', shootin' arm stay jerkin'
My Nextel stay chripin', can't answer 'cause the feds lurkin'

Its like we catchin' cancer on purpose
Back to back chain smoking, nicotine feinin'
Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin', manic depressive
Like the man upstairs tryin' to pass me a lesson, but I can't catch it
The game under break the pressure, they miss my presence

We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter with the sweet
Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a hustler

We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter with the sweet
Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a hustler

I'm feelin' like deaths in the air
Got me back to back buckin' my squares
But I ain't bitchin', I ain't scared
I ain't budgin', in fact the thrill alone turns me on

Got me smiling, laughin', clutchin'
My toast and confrontin' mother fuckers
Cockaroaches will not catch me laughin'
Skinny and slim fram y'all get it the same

Cool niggaz that'll spin out they waves
Grimey niggaz that'll spin to they graves
Justifyin' my foul ways, I got kids to raise
But motherfuckers rather see me sprayed, than to see me pair fucker

Or see me on the front page like Sig
Or stay rolled DC with B. Sig
You bitch niggaz stay PC when y'all see me
Until the day that they fit me in the grave
And the city wreak of me, we got the city under siege
S P or R O C

Poverty is a movie starrin' me
Ride with no play the passenger seat
So y'all can see how my life so real
So y'all can see how my life so ill

We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter with the sweet
Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a hustler

We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter with the sweet
Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a hustler

Tales of a hustler that's me in the flesh
Got a Jag and a Caddy sellin' dimes of the step
Niggaz wanna take my block I had to earn my respect
So, I put his cerebellum on his grandma's steps

You know Oschino he'll probably kill
Got the soul of Huey Newton nigga Bobby Seale
Nigga prolly take the stand he'll prolly squeal
But I got four lawyers, I ain't takin' the deal nigga

We could strap without scrap or put the semi in it
Gun fully loaded like the Chrysler with the Henny in it
I keep it ghetto like a 40 with the Henny in it
Went to school broke loafers on no pennies in it

Stood the coldest winter with the bummest coat
Need food need shoes sold dummies of soap
Got tired of being broke man life was a bitch
They bring you flowers when you head but no soup while you sick

So I switched my whole picture get involved with the bricks
Not the ones made of semen but the ones who sniffs
Tales of hustler, niggaz come for your jugular
If you sell one bag to they mother fuckin' customers

State P we got the city on smash
Got every boulevard every street every ave
Got sneakers got clothes nigga you do the math
Push to hustle but the point is just to stack that cash
Tales of a hustler

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Still In Love With U - Lyrics - Face2Face - Babyface

Title: Still In Love With U
Album: Face2Face
Artist: Babyface
Composer(s): Kenneth Edmonds, Jason Edmonds

Lyric:
Silly me, I tell myself takin' you for granted
I never loved nobody else
Silly me, silly, silly me
Silly me that's how I felt not being romantic
How could I let you fall out love?

Well, all I know is when I go home there is no one there for me
And all this love I feel inside can't put no arms around me
I wish that I could take things back turn back the hands of time
A time when I was yours, a time when you were mine, baby

I'm still in love with you, I don't know what to do
To feel this empty space in my heart, baby
I still have thoughts of you, of makin' love to you
And takin' sweet long walks in the park, baby
So how do I convince you to come back to my arms
To my heart?

Silly me I tell myself for not understanding
You needed love and nothing else
Silly me, silly, silly me
Silly me for lovin' you and never complimenting
Or telling you that you are my heart

Well, I know is when I go home, there is nothing there for me
And all this love I feel inside can't put no arms around me
I wish that I could take it back turn back the hands of time
A time when I was yours, a time when you were mine, baby

I'm still in love with you, I don't know what to do
To feel this empty space in my heart, baby
I still have thoughts of you, of makin' love to you
And takin' sweet long walks in the park, baby
So how do I convince you to come back to my arms
To my heart?

Must've been silly of me to think that you would be
The kind of girl to take my shit and not say one damn thing
Must've been too blind to see or just not listening
To what your heart was tryin' to say
I only pushed your heart away, wasn't that just silly of me baby?

I'm still in love with you, I don't know what to do
To feel this empty space in my heart, baby
I still have thoughts of you, of makin' love to you
And takin' sweet long walks in the park, baby
So how do I convince you to come back to my arms
To my heart?

I'm still in love with you, I don't know what to do
To feel this empty space in my heart, baby
I still have thoughts of you, of makin' love to you

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