The 'L' Word - Lyrics - Earth Wind &Amp; Fire

Title: The 'L' Word
Artist: Earth Wind &Amp; Fire
Composer(s): Nicky Brown, Jon Lind, Maurice White, Allee Willis

Lyric:
I climb in bed
She's distracted
Flipping pages
Asking for the matches

Cigarette smoke hangs
Just like a curtain
That makes me wonder
Is her love for certain?

I see the truth now
She gave me the blues today
She turns the lights out
Whenever I want to play

(L O V E)
She don't get the message
All I ever wanted was your love
All I ever wanted was your love

Our love is dyin'
On the cold sheets
My body aching
To warm a heart with no heat

Just a whisper
Of the L word
Makes her shiver
She touches love with cold feet

In her heart lies the naked truth
I could use today
She turns the lights out
Before my heart can say

I climb in bed
She's distracted
Flipping pages
Asking for the matches

Cigarette smoke hangs
Just like a curtain
That makes me wonder
Is her love for certain?

I see the truth now
She gave me the blues today
She turns the lights out
Whenever I want to play

(L O V E)
She don't get the message
All I ever wanted was your love
All I ever wanted was your love

L's the word that I heard
From your lips, your hips, your fingertips
L's the word in the wind
Love has touched my heart again

L's the word to be heard
From your lips, your hips, your fingertips

(L O V E)
She don't get the message
All I ever wanted was your love
All I ever wanted was your love

L's the word that I heard
From your lips, your hips, your fingertips
L's the word in the wind
Love has touched my heart again

L's the word to be heard
From your lips, your hips, your fingertips

L O V E, L O V E
L's the word that I heard, L's the word that I heard
L's the word that I heard, L's the word that I heard
From your lips, your hips, your fingertips
From your lips, your hips, your fingertips

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The Big Picture (Intro) - Lyrics - Big L

Title: The Big Picture (Intro)
Artist: Big L
Composer(s): Lamont Coleman, Christopher Martin

Lyric:
(One, two, y'all know, y'all know, y'all know)
Alright, we gon' keep it movin'
(Check this out though)
We gon' keep it movin', we gon' keep it movin'

Get 'em up, y'all know what time it is, get 'em up
(Right you are)
You a true underground head
You know what this mean right here baby

This ain't motherfuckin' LL Cool J, get it up
You know what this mean?
It don't mean lazy, motherfucker either
Get it up, aight?
(You ready Prim'?)
It don't mean
(Everybody keep your L up like that)
It don't mean nothing, but one thing

Big L, Big L, Big L, Big L
Big L, Big L rest in peace

Yeah, yeah [Incomprehensible] come on
Yeah, yeah do you want to rest in peace?
Yeah, what are the best chances?

Big L, throw that L up in the air
We gon' have you do this shit
All motherfuckin' night so get used to it, get used to it
This is for my man Big L, word 'em up

Put ya L's up, put ya L's up
Put ya L's up, put ya L's up

Big L, Corleone, my nigga, my nigga C-Town
My big brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down
Flamboyant baby
For life, Big L, for my man Big L, Big L

Yo, do you know the game plan? C-Town, that's my main man
We never bring luggage, we go shoppin' when the plane lands
Still run with the same clan, used to be a Kane fan
Everything I rock is name brand, L'll make ya dame swallow

Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow
While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle
Takin' midget sips, I run with the richest clicks
Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits

You know nuttin' about L, so don't doubt L
What's this motherfuckin' rap game without L?
Yo, that's like jewels without ice
That's like China without rice or the Holy Bible without Christ

Or the bulls without Mike or crack heads without pipes
The village without dykes or hockey games without fights
Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit
Flamboyant is the label I'm with, motherfucker

Big L, Corleone
My nigga, my nigga C-Town
My big brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down
Flamboyant baby, for life

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The Big Picture - Lyrics - Big L

Title: The Big Picture
Artist: Big L
Composer(s): Lamont Coleman, Christopher Martin

Lyric:
(One, two, y'all know, y'all know, y'all know)
Alright, we gon' keep it movin'
(Check this out though)
We gon' keep it movin', we gon' keep it movin'

Get 'em up, y'all know what time it is, get 'em up
(Right you are)
You a true underground head
You know what this mean right here baby

This ain't motherfuckin' LL Cool J, get it up
You know what this mean?
It don't mean lazy, motherfucker either
Get it up, aight?
(You ready Prim'?)
It don't mean
(Everybody keep your L up like that)
It don't mean nothing, but one thing

Big L, Big L, Big L, Big L
Big L, Big L rest in peace

Yeah, yeah [Incomprehensible] come on
Yeah, yeah do you want to rest in peace?
Yeah, what are the best chances?

Big L, throw that L up in the air
We gon' have you do this shit
All motherfuckin' night so get used to it, get used to it
This is for my man Big L, word 'em up

Put ya L's up, put ya L's up
Put ya L's up, put ya L's up

Big L, Corleone, my nigga, my nigga C-Town
My big brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down
Flamboyant baby
For life, Big L, for my man Big L, Big L

Yo, do you know the game plan? C-Town, that's my main man
We never bring luggage, we go shoppin' when the plane lands
Still run with the same clan, used to be a Kane fan
Everything I rock is name brand, L'll make ya dame swallow

Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow
While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle
Takin' midget sips, I run with the richest clicks
Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits

You know nuttin' about L, so don't doubt L
What's this motherfuckin' rap game without L?
Yo, that's like jewels without ice
That's like China without rice or the Holy Bible without Christ

Or the bulls without Mike or crack heads without pipes
The village without dykes or hockey games without fights
Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit
Flamboyant is the label I'm with, motherfucker

Big L, Corleone
My nigga, my nigga C-Town
My big brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down
Flamboyant baby, for life

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Two Thangs - Lyrics - Trap House - Gucci Mane

Title: Two Thangs
Album: Trap House
Artist: Gucci Mane
Composer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Demetrius L Stewart

Lyric:
Gucci Mane in the building, Gucci, Gucci
LaFlare, Big Kat, LaFlare
Say we got it like that, like that
Every thang don't mean two thangs, watch this

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use don't mean two thangs

It ain't the way it's the principle
What kind of student make more money than the principal
And I never made the honor roll
But I'm in the lunch line with a honor roll

You pumpin' iron in the weight room
I'm on the grind got a nine in the weight room
And I never play softball
But I always kept the hard and the soft balls

You doin' math on the calculator
I'm weighin' slabs doin' math on a calculator
And I ain't tryin' to write no essays
I'm tryin' to get a hundred pounds for my esse

You tryin' to learn how to speak Spanish
But my connect tryin' to teach me to speak Spanish
And you a monitor in the hallway
I'm all day on the grind with a 4-way

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use don't mean two thangs

You the one who won the Spelling Bee
I'm the first 3rd grader with a felony
And I never was a teacher's pet
I'm the one who went and stole the teacher's cigarettes

And I never went on field trips
I'm at Walter's tryin' to buy me some stash slips
And I always been cut throat
15 takin' big niggas starter coats

LaFlare entertainment by myself
But I used to have a high right, low left
Gettin' money by the truck loads
Rollin' up Big Fat El Productos

Before I drank V.S.O.P. Remy
I used to drink that MD 22
Woodgrain and reverse 8's
Box Chevy trunk soundin' like a earthquake

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use don't mean two thangs

I gotta give it to you raw, man
'Cause I still keep a trunk full of raw, man
I'm a nigga from the block, man
In the club puttin' down with the block, man

You probably gotta work about 9 to 5
I'm on the grind with the nines for the 55
Bitch you a half of a 12
Low key bucket tryna duck 12's

So what's up with them T-shirts?
I got a T-shirt tuck under my T-shirt
Better watch your fuckin' tone man
'Cause you know that Gucci keep a tone man

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs
Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use don't mean two thangs

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Luv Is A Verb - Lyrics - Free At Last - Dc Talk

Title: Luv Is A Verb
Album: Free At Last
Artist: Dc Talk
Composer(s): George Cocchini, Toby Mckeehan, Mark Heimermann

Lyric:
(Take this [unverified] for a ride)
Boom! Burn! Bip! Yeah! Pow! Hey, ha ha
Down with the DC Talk, d-d-down with the DC Talk
Are you down with the DC Talk, d-d-down with the DC Talk

Pullin' out my big black book
'Cause when I need a word defined that's where I look
So I move to the L's quick, fast, in a hurry
Threw on my specs, thought my vision was blurry

I looked again but to my dismay
It was black and white with no room for gray
Ya see, a big V stood beyond my word
And yo that's when it hit me, that luv is a verb

Words come easy but don't mean much
When the words they're sayin' we can't put trust in
We're talkin' 'bout love in a different light
And if we all learn to love it would be just right

Hey, tell me, haven't ya heard? Luv is a serious word
Hey, I think it's time ya learned
I don't care what they say, I don't care care what ya heard
The word luv, luv is a verb

Down with the DC Talk, d-d-down with the DC Talk
Are you down with the DC Talk, d-d-down with the DC Talk
Thinkin' of a way to explain-O
'Cause ya' know when I'm flowin' like a bottle of Drain-O

Simple and plain, L O V E, ain't all that junk that ya see on TV
Put soaps on a rope 'cause they ain't worth copin' with
It's a myth that there ain't no hope
And luv is enough if it's unconditionally givin'
Now you're living out the Great Commission

Words come easy but don't mean much
When the words they're sayin' we can't put trust in
We're talkin' 'bout love in a different light
And if we all learn to love it would be just right

Hey, tell me, haven't ya heard? Luv is a serious word
Hey, I think it's time ya learned
I don't care what they say, I don't care care what ya heard
The word luv, luv is a verb

Back in the day, there was a man
Who stepped out of Heaven and he walked the land
He delivered to the people an eternal choice
With a heart full of luv and the truth in His voice

Gave up His life so that we may live
How much more luv could the Son of God give?
Here is the example that we oughta be matchin'
'Cause luv is a word that requires some action

Words come easy but don't mean much
When the words they're sayin' we can't put trust in
We're talkin' 'bout love in a different light
And if we all learn to love it would be just right

Hey, tell me, haven't ya heard? Luv is a serious word
Hey, I think it's time ya learned
I don't care what they say, I don't care care what ya heard
The word luv, luv is a verb

Hey, tell me, haven't ya heard? Luv is a serious word
Hey, I think it's time ya learned
I don't care what they say, I don't care care what ya heard
The word luv, luv is a verb

Hey, tell me, haven't ya heard? Luv is a serious word
Hey, I think it's time ya learned
I don't care what they say, I don't care care what ya heard
The word luv, luv is a verb

Hey, tell me, haven't ya heard? Luv is a serious word
Hey, I think it's time ya learned
I don't care what they say, I don't care care what ya heard
The word luv, luv is a verb

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Word Up - Lyrics - Gun

Title: Word Up
Artist: Gun
Composer(s): L Blackmon, T Jenkins

Lyric:
All, pretty ladies around the world
I got a weird thing to show you so tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister, your mother too
'Cause they?re about to throw down and you'll know just what to do

Wave your hands in the air like you don't care
Gilde by the people when they start to look and stare
Do your dance, do your dance, do your dance quick, mamma
Come on, baby, tell me what's the word

A word up, everybody say
When you hear the call you?ve got to get it underway
Word up, oh, it's the code word
No matter where you say it you know that you'll be heard

Now all you super DJ's who think you're fly
Well, there's got to be a reason, you know the reason
You try to put on those airs and act real cool
You got to realise that you're acting like fools

If there's music we can use it, we need to dance
We don't have the time for psychological romance
No romance, no romance, no romance for me, mamma
Come on, baby, tell me what is your word

A word up, everybody say
When you hear the call you've got to get it underway
Word up, oh, it's the code word
No matter where you say it you know that you'll be heard

Oh, W O R D up, W O R D up
I said, "W O R D up, W O R D, D"
W O R D up, W O R D up
I said, "W O R D up, W O R D, D"

All, pretty ladies around the world
I got a weird thing to show you so tell all your boys and girls
Tell your brothers, your sisters and your momma too
'Cause they?re about to throw down, you'll know just what to do

Wave your hands in the air like you don't care
Gilde by the people when they start to look and stare
Do your dance, do your dance, do your dance quick, mamma
Come on, baby, tell me what is your word

A word up, everybody say
When you hear the call you?ve got to get it underway
Word up, oh, it's the code word
No matter where you say it you know that you'll be heard

And no matter where you say it you know that you'll be heard
And no matter where you say it you know that you'll be heard

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Tell 'Em I'M Here - Lyrics - Freddie Foxxx

Title: Tell 'Em I'M Here
Artist: Freddie Foxxx
Composer(s): Alan Maman, Freddie Foxxx

Lyric:
Somebody tell them motherfuckers I'm here

Emcees and rappers, what's up? I hope it's good
For them street niggas breakin' them bricks in the hood
I write, maybe sheddin' some light
My experience in hip-hop was struggle and fight

All I ever wanted was a chance to rock the mic like you do
Control every crowd in the world like voodoo
The underground hardcore scene, it's my flaw
I snatch a lotta money from that so once more

I step where the niggas that rep, get checks
You touch mine, here go my check
It's back to underground clubs with fights at the door
Niggas gettin' one deal in six months they poor

I separate emcees from rappers
Standin' on stage with two clappers
Cock back, beef at my house, I stop that
I dare any nigga standin' in here with half a heart
To address me, I rip you apart, tell 'em I'm here

Tell 'em the one that blasts first every time it's on
Tell 'em, I put the word back in word is bond
Tell 'em, I stomp rappers to the beat, shut 'em down with no fear
Somebody tell them motherfuckers I'm here

Who got the ill rep, lyrical style like Bumpy Knucks
Outta respect none of you bitch ass niggas your shit sucks
I'm the emperor, you niggas is hoes with gold plaques
Lotta stick ups in town, Freddie Foxxx is back

Bumpy Knuckles I, take out your heart with one look
Frying niggas like Yang Kang Cook, you're all shook
Spittin' hella hot lyrics, that infiltrate tracks
Like spirit, real niggas wild when they hear it

My heart bleeds raw hip hop, I got no gauze
Sometimes the beats kicks so hard, I cock them fours
And I can feel it all up in my veins, keep it noted
I'm the long term maintain, tell 'em I'm here

Tell 'em the one that blasts first every time it's on
Tell 'em, I put the word back in word is bond
Tell 'em, I stomp rappers to the beat
Shut 'em down with no fear

Tell 'em the one that blasts first every time it's on
Tell 'em, I put the word back in word is bond
Tell 'em, I stomp rappers to the beat, shut 'em down with no fear
Somebody tell them motherfuckers I'm here

I do it special for them thug niggas holdin' the block
They need a nigga on wax that can follow
To give 'em that real shit to swallow
I don't respect a man under no man

You frontin' like you holdin' all the cards up in your hand
When emcees come in, emcees go
I'm one of the few emcees left with emcee flow
So while I spit repetitious like techs

Make your bitch say my style is delicious like sex
Undetectable rhyme, it's complex, check the three X's
That I earned from bustin' my sigs from New York to Texas
Makin' niggas take L's like Lexus, tattooed vibes I protect this

Find a mic mechanic, 'cuz I'm 'bout to wreck this
Villainous, I'm laughin' while I'm killin' this
Never break a sweat because my groove be the chilliness
Thug niggas throw your hands up if you feelin' this, tell 'em I'm here

Tell 'em the one that blasts first every time it's on
Tell 'em, I put the word back in word is bond
Tell 'em, I stomp rappers to the beat
Shut 'em down with no fear, tell 'em I'm here

Tell 'em the one that blasts first every time it's on
Tell 'em, I put the word back in word is bond
Tell 'em, I stomp rappers to the beat, shut 'em down with no fear
Somebody tell them motherfuckers I'm here, yeah

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Word Up! - Lyrics - Korn - Greatest Hits, Vol. 1 - Korn

Title: Word Up!
Album: Korn - Greatest Hits, Vol. 1
Artist: Korn
Composer(s): L Blackmon, T Jenkins

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Lyric:
Yo pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you so tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister and your mamma too
We're about to go down and you know just what to do

Wave your hands in the air like you don't care
Glide by the people as they start to look and stare
Do your dance, do your dance, do your dance quick mamma
Come on baby tell me what's the word

Word up, everybody say
When you hear the call you've got to get it underway
Word up, it's the code word
No matter where you say it you know that you'll be heard

Now all you sucker DJ's who think you're fly
There's got to be a reason and we know the reason why
You try to put on those airs and act real cool
But you got to realize that you're acting like fools

If there's music we can use it be free to dance
We don't have the time for psychological romance
No romance, no romance, no romance for me mamma
Come on baby tell me what's the word

Word up, everybody say
When you hear the call you've got to get it underway
Word up, it's the code word
No matter where you say it you know that you'll be heard

Word up, everybody say
When you hear the call you've got to get it underway
Word up, it's the code word
No matter where you say it you know that you'll be heard

Word up, everybody say
When you hear the call you've got to get it underway
Word up, it's the code word
No matter where you say it you know that you'll be heard

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Put It On - Lyrics - Big L

Title: Put It On
Artist: Big L
Composer(s): Lamont Coleman, Anthony Best

Lyric:
C'mon
C'mon
C'mon
C'mon
C'mon

Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes or get your head flown three blocks
L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reebok's
And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts
Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out
I got the wild style, always been a foul child
My guns go poom poom and yo' guns go pow pow

I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'
Front and get half the bones in your body broken
And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopee
I run with sturdy clicks, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got thirty five bodies, buddy, don't make it thirty six
Step to this you're good as gone, word is bond
I leave mics torn when I put it on

So put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon, put it on and on and on
C'mon put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon, put it on, represent, put it on, c'mon

Nobody can take nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief
The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie
Got more cash than Gotti, you betta ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother and I'm a lady lover
A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get endz and commit sins with sick friends

'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter
You think you nice as me? Ha ha, you'se a funny nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes wouldn't be clever to miss
I'm leavin' competitors pissed
To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this
I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn
And it's on, yo, it's a must that I put it on

Yes, put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon, put it on big fella, put it on and on
Put it on Big L, put it on, represent
Put it on, c'mon, put it on

Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke
Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke
See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke
You gwan dead from army you provoked

I drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach
I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain you still fear
'Cause I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here

If you battle L, you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me, I was born dead
And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs
I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs
My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond
Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn
'Cause we put it on, adios, ghost, I'm gone

So put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on
Big L, you gotta put it on and on
Put it on Big L, put it on and on

Word up, knahmsayin'?
My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine four
And nine o' S, you know what I mean?
It's the Kid Capri in full flair
And we gon' put on a little somethin' like this
Big L, c'mon

Lord Finesse, he be puttin' it on
My man Buck wild, he be puttin' it on and on
My man Fat Joe, he be puttin' it on
Showbiz and A.G., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on
I can't forget Diamond D, he be puttin' it on
The whole D.I.T.C., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on
And of course Kid Capri, yeah, I be puttin' it on
The whole N.Y.C., yeah, we be puttin' it on and on
And I'm out

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Size 'Em Up - Lyrics - Big L

Title: Size 'Em Up
Artist: Big L
Composer(s): Lamont Coleman, Rondell Edwin Turner

Lyric:
Hey, yo, the streets love me, man an' I love the streets
So I know ya ain't think I was comin' with some fruitcake shit
Ya know me better than that

Ayo, I shoulda been out, I'm deadly when I pull the pin out
Keep frontin', I'ma try yo' chin out, I knocked a lot of men out
I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out
It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat an' pop ten out

You see codione, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen
An' if a bitch don't like me, she must like women
Every time I come around, you see your wife grinnin'
Don't be mad 'coz yo' career's in the ninth innin'

It's over now, nigga, leave the game
I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain
We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame
We're niggaz, be takin' drugs just to ease the pain

Hustlers flip Cokey, '48 Hours' like Nick Nolte
When I was O.T., your bitch rode me
First day home I dived in it, left her thighs dented
Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes

Emcees, I squash an' disgrace, it's all about the Benjis
So why your bills got Washington's face?
A lot of cats be frontin', made singles wit a fifty on top
L tryin' to have the city on lock

Peace to Biggie an' Pac 'coz they really were hot
Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit us
Niggaz wanna be L, ladies wanna see L
If I go to jail, you'll wear a shirt sayin', "Free L"

What? Word up, man, them niggaz is hungry
They ready to bite a nigga arm off

All my wolves in the house, are you live or what?
See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us
Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us?
An' the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up

All my wolves in the house, are you live or what?
See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us
Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us?
An' the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up

Ayo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk
See a lot of switch in your walk
Only thugs get rich in New York, time is runnin' out
Niggaz like, "L, when you comin' out?"
Because they sick of all this drag queen shit

Your wife's missin', I'm the nigga she was last seen wit
Me an' Ron hit it up on some tag team shit
A buncha niggaz got smoked for the cash
Used to ride Greyhounds wit dime holes
An' stuff the Coke in they ass

Crazy beef's got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split
A lot of innocent kids got hit
Harlem World be the place of my birth, believe me, son
We breed the smoothest niggaz on the face of the Earth

Mics, I steadily smoke, rhymes, cleverly wrote
As long as I can rock a crowd, I'ma never be broke
Some hoes treated me like a bum nerve, when I was unheard
Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word, you dumb bird

I push whips while you walk all day
An' I hate when strange niggaz wanna talk all day
Clown ass, shit, hate to be around that shit
You don't know me, just say
?Wassup? Gimme a pound?, that's it

When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out
You was at some cheap Chinese shit
Gettin' take out, how you make out?
You took the fake route, you oughta break out
You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out

What? Fuckin' punks
Niggaz like you will get robbed everyday

All my wolves in the house, are you live or what?
See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us
Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us?
An' the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up

All my wolves in the house, are you live or what?
See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us
Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us?
An' the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up

Yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment
Big L, Rondell, C Town, NFL, you know how we do
One time, can't forget my partner, Big brother, Big Lee
Holdin' it down, The Overseer, Flamboyant

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Get Lifted - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Get Lifted
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Erick S Sermon, Keith Omar Murray, Harry Wayne Casey, Richard Raymond Finch

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Lyric:
Uh-huh
Yeah
One two, one two
Smokin blunts
Mad Dog 20/20
We gonna get funky

I grab the forty rip off the skirt
Guzzle it, grab the mic and come out the woodworks
When shit's thick and no time to think
Keith Murray gets busy off a Basic Instinct
I puff a L and drink some liquor
Sit down and write a jam that receive the muhfuckin sticker
As God as my witness, with the sickness
Of a cannibalist cannibus I floats like a cumulus
My perpetual rebel intellectual
Won't catch a bad experience, with hallucinogenic either
I float simply with the canibus setiva
As my speech fall deep as in the scriptures
And graphic opponents like Picasso paint in pictures
If my eyes ain't red, it's all in my head
Once said by a Ph.D med
Legalize and I'll advertise, 'cause

Yeah("I get lifted")
Roll a Phillie and get
Roll a ziggy and get("Fire up this funk")
Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up("I get lifted")
Roll/Puff the Phillie and get
Roll/Puff the ziggy and get("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk")

This the real deal not a publicity stunt
I gets high like if the man in the movie puffin blunts
But verily barely merrily is it dope or the dream
Step into my chain izm intervene the smokescreen
I captivate it then cultivate it, jealous of my desire
Smoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higher
I've been to college but to be truthfully frank
Weed is knowledge, cause it makes me think
I pick anatomy and hem reality like Jah
Rastas read the bible, after puffin sensimillia
And the seeds it gets me high to fly, I ain't bullshittin
You can ask Bill Clinton, he could verify that

Yeah("I get lifted")
Roll a Phillie and get
Roll a ziggy and get("Fire up this funk")
Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up("I get lifted")
Roll/Puff the Phillie and get
Roll/Puff the ziggy and get("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk")

Step into this intersection and take this rap
I got a vicious plot but first take me by the weed spot
I do this for my niggaz locked down runnin capers
Smokin herb, and the bible papers
But how does it feel when you got no fire?
And kyant pass fi dutchie pon de leffhand side
What the fuck? Who the fuck wanna fuck
With the six shot shooter, I murder you over buddha
What I discuss'll bust a rhyme style nucleus
And roast them ghostes, puffin hocus pocus
So kid, pass that bomb trom word bond
So I can toke it with more wins than a python
Different Strokes for different folks
He like the chocolate thai
You like to float with the green skunky smoke
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Laid back hypnotized to the funky sound, word

Yeah("I get lifted")
Roll a Phillie and get
Roll a ziggy and get("Fire up this funk")
Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up("I get lifted")
Roll/Puff the Phillie and get
Roll/Puff the ziggy and get("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk")

Yeah("I get lifted")
Roll a Phillie and get
Roll a ziggy and get("Fire up this funk")
Yeah, like that y'all/Yeah word up("I get lifted")
Roll/Puff the Phillie and get
Roll/Puff the ziggy and get("Fire up this funk, fire up this funk")

"Yo man, what's that guy's name, the Green Eyed Bandit?
He worked with Redman, Redman, whatever the fuck his name is "

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24 Wit An L - Lyrics - Bootlegs & B-Sides - Ice Cube

Title: 24 Wit An L
Album: Bootlegs & B-Sides
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
24 with a L
24 years old
And I got life in this motherfucker

24 with a L as I bail through the concrete
Shit is kinda deep, deep
Deeper than Atlantis
You got to know who the man is

L.A. better known as Pelican's Bay
The ghetto bird's got the word from the stool pigeon
A bird in the hand can't beat a chicken
There ain't no warden, shit

Just broken glass fuckin' up my Jordans
Twice upon a time in the projects
I done got jacked for my Rolex
But I keep goin', let it pass

'Cause the swap meet got a sale on ski masks
And my little homie Kevin
Been carjackin' since '87
L.A. is like a jail cell and I got 24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger

Now, I made a little money, good
But I still want to live in the hood
But buying new fly shit
Is just like inviting ants to a picnic

It's just too many sets
And now I'm getting those kidnap threats
But who wanna get wet?
'Cause I'll soak ya, you think I'm fat like Oprah

All I got is a little piece of nothing
And now you wanna jack all of a sudden
Rather have me face down on the floor
Instead of that devil you work for

Motherfuckin' coward
And clowning my man 'cause he wants to go to Harvard
Now I got a strap when I bail
Through the hood, 24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger

24 years, but see I got life
Sorry Mike, it does matter if you're black or white
'Cause I'm up against the black and white
They spread my legs and grab my nuts tight

Niggas keep hitting me up
And bitches try to get a drop of nut
Askin' me to dick this so they can blow up
Throw up from the morning sickness

Keep my shoulder on the wall like the county
'Cause you buster ass niggas can't clown me
South of pee go, that's where we go
Deep in a Regal, Desert Eagle

Sittin' on my lap like a bitch with a gat
Westside's on the map
So if you want to scrap or even drop shells
It don't matter, 24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger

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Games - Lyrics - Big L

Title: Games
Artist: Big L
Composer(s): Lamont Coleman, Dereck Murphy, Keith Elam, Leroy Southwell

Lyric:
Yeah yeah, watch us turn it up for y'all
Tight broads watchin'
The Guru, the great 'Dat X, and Big L
Flamboyant for life

Check it, a year ago I did a show for some dough
Puffed a bag of hydro then broke out on the low
And on my way out, it was a female on my trail
Who followed me from the stage to the Benz SL
I asked honey her name, she replied, "Monique"
Soft and sweet, from her head to feet, hotter than heat
Jump in the passenger seat, let's go get somethin to eat
She said, "I was that Roc-a-Fella she'd been dyin' to meet"

I tried to hit it first night, she said she wasn't a freak
Yeah right, it's all good, so I waited a week
Then one night to my crib she decided to creep
Knocked on a nigga door and woke me out of my sleep
I let her in before you know it we was doin our thang
I drove her home, and said, "Tomorrow give me a ring"
It was about a month later when she gave me a call
With some bogus ass story that was off the wall
Claimin' she's pregnant with my child, I think that's quite foul
How is that? I wore a Lifestyle

Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today
Watch out for games that these females play
'Cause some break the rules and some don't play fair
You might get caught out there if you're not aware

Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today
Watch out for games that these females play
'Cause some break the rules and some don't play fair
You might get caught out there if you're not aware

I'm in the breed of the bad guy
Get caught in a mad lie, come in your crib mad high
Think about me with the smile on your face
Think about me with my hand on your waist
And think about me with your hair in your face
Even caught a case fuckin with you
Had said some ol' slick shit, that had forced me to hit you
Had you set up livin' swell, how you gone' fuck my man L

Like we don't cross paths in these New York streets?
But that's good, 'cause he's my man and we both shine
And to say we don't love these hoes is a old line
Honey just save some space in it so you can hold mine
Her whole spine be twisted, things she did and how she kissed it
I kinda missed it, think back on how we dissed it
Now we two-fisted, she ain't never resisted
Left it red and blistered, shakin'
I could slam it if it wasn't no money makin

Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today
Watch out for games that these females play
'Cause some break the rules and some don't play fair
You might get caught out there if you're not aware

Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today
Watch out for games that these females play
'Cause some break the rules and some don't play fair
You might get caught out there if you're not aware

Word up games, these girls nowadays they play many
Techniques for gettin' your loot, they got plenty
Suck the skin off your dick, just for some ice and shit
In the beginning they're polite, actin' all nice and shit
But honey got plans to be pushin' your land
When she got you, she goes and fucks your man
Understand? You gotta lay down the law

A lot of broads is fraud, they'll set you up Baby Pah
Someone'll try to get you stuck up, someone'll fake pregnancy
Most are after the dough, and the fame basically
Yo you can't make a hoe a housewife kid
Pick the wrong chick could be a lifetime bid
A lot of cats be beefin' over these honies
Not me I keep it movin' they ain't getitn' jack from me
Mack these freaks for your own enjoyment
And one love to L we gone' stay Flamboyant

Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today
Watch out for games that these females play
'Cause some break the rules and some don't play fair
You might get caught out there if you're not aware

Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today
Watch out for games that these females play
'Cause some break the rules and some don't play fair
You might get caught out there if you're not aware

Hey, word up
Yo son you better watch these little fast-ass
Little fancy-pants bitches with the thongs
Hey, that's my word
Yo, rest in peace to my man Big L
Peace to the God Sadat X
Guru, Gangstar
Hold it down

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Ain'T Nothin' But A Word To Me - Lyrics - Short Dog's In The House - Too $Hort

Title: Ain'T Nothin' But A Word To Me
Album: Short Dog's In The House
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson, Todd Anthony Shaw, Anthony Wheaton

Lyric:
Now take my bitch, she won't complain about shit
Because she's my hoe, she don't belong to a trick
So when you fuck her and give her all your cash
I get paid or put my foot in her ass
I won't marry the bitch, and give her half
I get more head and then I laugh at the one bitch shit
I got a gang of hoes
I get, freak, ass, lick, these balls and toes

Now stupid little bitches get tossed
If they don't realize I'm the motherfucking boss
Come on down and get your ass pinched
And if you talk shit, get your ass lynched
'Cause I'm the B, the I, the T, the C, the H
The K, the I, the L, the L, the A
Ice Cube, a nigga that's bigga than a nut
'Cause a bitch is a bitch is a hoe is a slut

You say how can I call a women a bitch?
It ain't nothing but a word like shit
Ain't no slippin' in my motherfucking pimping
And all bitches ain't women
You come home and get smooth cussed out
You gotta a bitch with a foul ass mouth
Scared to tripp her with a left hook
You'z a bitch in my book, bitch

My nigga Jinx made the mix
So punk ass motherfucking bitches get the 86
I keep hoes on five
(Yeah bitch)
'Cause I'm fucking more pussy than the law allow
With my boy Too $hort
See, he quick to grab a bitch by the throat
And slam her ass, cram her ass, with a fat dick
'Cause she's a trick bitch

I like fat bitches and I like 'em slim
I'll take a fat bitch and stick my dick right in, her big fat ass
She'll make me cum again
I'm mack daddy bitch, fuck her friend
I saw your homegirl, she said whats up with us
I said nothing, fucked her on a tour bus
She got it good too, dicked down on the floor
The bitch was fine, but the pussy ain't good as yours

She a straggler, struggler, straight salome smuggler
Everytime I see the bitch, she's looking uglier
And if you got a trick ass on your left
Sitting there with dick on her breath
Last night she sucked my dick, now she's kissing little man
Won't even suck my dick, unless cut out the middle man
And if you have never heard of me you'z a bitch
It ain't but a word to me

I'll stop calling ya, beyotch
Man, fuck these hoes man, ya know
Nappy ass bitch ass tramp ass sluty ass hoe
I'll stop calling ya, beyotch

I go hard on a bitch, fuck respect for ya men
I get my way with a bitch, when I act like a pimp
Always carrying bank, but I fooled the bitch
'Cause all she ever got was to druel on my dick
Ice Cube will slap a hoe for the fuck of it
Just like me and that's some real shit
Bitch got bold with her loud ass mouth
Tough ass bitch got knocked out

You know a bitch ain't nuthin' but a word to me
Some of you punks are just scared to see
If you could call that bitch a bitch you would
And if you can't, you probably should
I'm spitting game to you mark ass lames
On how how to get a bitch and treat the bitch like shit
You can't buy love, all pimps know that
It's all about the way old Short Dogg macks

Don't hold the bitch hand or walk side by side
Go first class everytime you fly
She'll go Greyhound and just meet you there
I'm just an ice cold hard ass Oakland player
You want to tongue kiss bitch, it figures
I introduce you to my homeboy Richard
Also known by his nickname Dick
Now let's tongue kiss bitch

I like big butts so let it be known to the public
I bust a rap or two and the bitches love it
I'm only out for one thing so hate me
I ain't the one so don't try to fade me
I don't wear too much gold because it's tacky
I bust a Raider hat T-Shirt and Khakis
See a lot of hoes in freaky clothes everyday
So I talk to 'em in any ol can I way

See a bitch need a nigga to coach 'em
So I grab my dick and smoothly approach 'em
I say hi and I'm really kind of pitched
If they ignore me then I say, "Yo freak bitch"
Give up the number hardly, we'll have a slumber party
You see I'll fuck you to death and then I'll dump the body
'Cause I'm a nigga that's bigga than crew or a gang
And when it comes to bitches I'm out for only one thang
Yo bitch ain't nothing but a word to me, $hort

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Word Up - Lyrics - Word Up! - Cameo

Title: Word Up
Album: Word Up!
Artist: Cameo
Composer(s): L Blackmon, T Jenkins

Lyric:
Yo, pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you, so tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister and your mamma too
'Cause they?re about to throw down and you'll know just what to do

Wave your hands in the air like you don't care
Glide by the people as they start to look and stare
Do your dance, do your dance, do your dance quick mamma
Come on baby, tell me what's the word

Word up, everybody say
When you hear the call, you?ve got to get it underway
Word up, it's the code word
No matter where you say it, you?ll know that you'll be heard now

All you sucker DJ's who think you're fly
There's got to be a reason and we know the reason why
You try to put on those airs and act real cool
But ya got to realize that you're acting like fools

If there's music, we can use it, we need to dance
We don't have the time for psychological romance
No romance, no romance, no romance for me, mamma
Come on baby, tell me what's the word

Word up, everybody say
When you hear the call, you've got to get it underway

Low
Dial 'L' for Low
Low
[Incomprehensible]

Do your dance, do your dance
[Incomprehensible]
Do your dance, do do do do your dance, do your dance
Check it, baby

Do do do, do your dance, do your dance

Say like that
Say like that
[Incomprehensible]
Every body is gonna [Incomprehensible]

C?mon, all you people say

W O R D up
W O R D up
W O R D up
...

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Recognize - Lyrics - Balls and My Word - Scarface

Title: Recognize
Album: Balls and My Word
Artist: Scarface
Composer(s): Ferrell Wayne Miles, Brad Jordan

Lyric:
Motherfuckers out here rapping for protection
I'm gonna expose yo ass, you bitch
See me in these motherfuckin' streets
(Don't stop)
With ya fag ass, gangsta walk, yeah right, ya pussy

Look out, we everyday grinding
Everybody in the North gotta love us down South 'cause we blindin'
And we don't trip the big diamonds
We mainly focus on the old schools with big blocks lying

And I been around the world in one day
Chucking up the deuce for S.A.
I'm a hood cat, and that's for searching me a hood rat
With good cat, something beautiful to look at, fa sho'

I kick it for my niggaz in the ghetto
And all my homies in the federal
Lock up, behind the wall setting shop up
They beat the block up, yet and still they couldn't stop us

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta back at it
'Cause I'm the last of the Dons, goddamn it
I hear ya talking, but I don't cater to the chit-chat
But when I see you in the streets I got ya get back
(Word)

It ain't enough protection on ya ass, to fuck wit Brad
I got a lesson for ya ass
I showed ya, the Southside niggaz tote heat
I showed ya, the Northside niggaz roll deep

Ya weak, 'cause I'm the biggest fish in the pond
And when I say the magic word, bitch ya gone
Assassinated, people lay steppin'
Eliminated, enemy with aggression

Sit back and smoke me one, the Obi Won Kenobi one
Fuck the champagne sippin', woodgrain grippin'
I'm spittin' for the Vice Lords, gangstas and Crips and Bloods
And everybody neighborhood

From the Idery Wells, back down to Inglewood
How can a nigga from the South get a pass in every section
And walk the projects with no protection
Be surrounded by a mob, and not get robbed

Considered to be a savior and not be God
(Whoa)
Listen to the nigga flow now, I can speed it up or slow down
Face the facts baby, I got it locked like this and like that baby

Southern [unverified] baby, the last of a dying, we born again
The vicious life religious, I was born to win
The closure after the greatest hit the sofa
When I still ride for Prince like a soldier

The two-thousand millennium comes
Since I'm the son of the father, that makes me the Don
The next up to bat, the Jordan, Larry, cousy yo of rap
And I ain't gotta walk around strapped

J don't tolerate the mack dirties
You in our motherfucking way, we tryin' to stack 30s
Now back it up, for he send something back to you, ain't plan to defend
Staying loyal to the Prince to the end, so recognize

So what you gone do Face?
(Play till I win)
So what you gone do?
(Double back and do it again)

So what you gone do Face?
(I'm a play the game 'til I win)
So what you gone do?
(Play till I win)

So what you gone do Face?
(Play till I win)
So what you gone do?
(Double back and do it again)

So what you gone do Face?
(Play the game 'til I win)
So what you gone do?
(Then I'm a double back and do it again)

So here it is fool, I play the game where it's no rules
Dropped out in the 10th grade and told my mom to fuck school!
'Cause they ain't teach a nigga shit, I learned to read when I was 5
And plus I been smart a long time

Fuck a history test, I'm more concerned about respect
I make my moves in an L like a night nigga check
It's on 'til the break of dawn, I keep it on
And on and on, and on and on and on and on

Like clockwork, we hit these niggaz where it hurt
Knock they dicks in the dirt, now you the bitch that's in the skirt
I'm passed the motherfucka out here paying his dues
Not the average nigga out here rapping claiming he true

I just stick to the script and take it in stride
Get my daily dose of game from James and take it and ride
Yes, yes y'all, funky fresh and in the flesh y'all
This time I'm aiming at the neck dog

It ain't no ducking when I'm bustin'
I'm a leave you a nice little whole in ya throat, releavin' ya life
I'm going out with a bang, letting my nuts hang
I'm outty like flame, the signature just James, recognize

So what you gone do Face?
(Play till I win)
So what you gone do?
(Double back and do it again)

So what you gone do Face?
(I'm a play the game 'til I win)
So what you gone do?
(Play till I win)

So what you gone do Face?
(Play till I win)
So what you gone do?
(Double back and do it again)

So what you gone do Face?
(Play the game 'til I win)
So what you gone do?
(Then I'm a double back and do it again)

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I Am The Lyte - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: I Am The Lyte
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Simon Carter, Kirk Robinson, Brian Sherrer, Lana Moorer, Curtis Reynolds, Maxwell Dixon, William F Hull, Walter Carter, David B Ferguson, Keith A Samuels

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Lyric:
I am the Lyte
I am, I am, I am the Lyte
I am the Lyte
I am, I am, I am the Lyte

Examine the style used in this sequence
The rhyme's the clue, the record's evidence
To the fact that I'm hypin' this episode
Cold carryin' the extra wide load

The beat is fat and the rhyme is thick
All over the town you hear the sound and pick
Me, the L the Y the T the E, me
And if you see the rock, I'm sure you'll see me

Hey Lyte, what will you be doin'?
Kickin' it, bashin' down competition
And when I drop the bomb, you'll listen
Boom now that I've got your attention
I'm slammin' what you wanna hear

I just thought that I should mention
'89 is the Lyte year
Now's the time to roll like a rhinoceros
Step to Lyte, that's preposterous

I'm heavyweight, though I'm lightweight
My looks the hook, my rhymes the bait
And when I throw the line you proceed to take
The goody, the treat that I hand you

That you couldn't refuse
Damn, I cram to understand you
Your love is to Lyte to lose

I am the Lyte
I am, I am, I am the Lyte
I am, I am the Lyte
I am, I am, I am the Lyte
The Lyte, the Lyte

I am the Lyte
I am, I am the Lyte
I am, I am the Lyte
I am the Lyte
The Lyte, the Lyte

I think you deserve this, you waited long enough
For a rhyme that's super duper extra tough
Every human is lurkin' and loomin'
Puba on the beat and you know the shit is boomin'

Tasty like pastry, fresh from the bakery
First priority, that's the way it has to be
Feel the drum, I bet it makes your body numb
One for all and all for one I bet you come

Hurry, hurry, step right up and see the show
MC Lyte and K-Rock are about to throw
Get on line and purchase your ticket
Hey, don't worry
Lyte is gonna kick it

Go on, be happy
I put you up on the scoop
Now come and watch the party hoop

I am the Lyte, the Lyte
I am the Lyte
The Lyte, the Lyte
I am the Lyte
I am, I am, I am the Lyte
The Lyte, the Lyte

I am the Lyte
I am, I am, I am the Lyte
I am the Lyte
I am, I am, I am the Lyte
The Lyte, the Lyte

I am the Lyte and it is time for me to go
You wanna beef? Save that shit for the toilet bowl
I use styles, styles and much many styles
I leave smiles, smiles and much many smiles

On the people who come to see the Lyte perform
Word is born
The rhyme will kick and the brain will tick
You can tell because the record'll sell

Old styles and new styles formatted together
Bold or dull, so it doesn't matter whether
Which comes first or vice-a versa
It won't make a difference, as long as you rehearse-a
Get it down pat, and come right and exact
MC Lyte is comin' right and I'ma say goodnight

The Lyte, the Lyte, the Lyte
The Lyte, the Lyte, the Lyte
I am the Lyte, I am, I am the Lyte
I am, I am, I am the Lyte
I am the Lyte
The Lyte, the Lyte

Yeah, MC Lyte in effect for '89
One time to wreck that mind boy
Yeah, ah pump, pump, pump it up
Yeah sure nuff

MC Milk Warlord of the mix board
In effect sure shot, yeah, pump, mmm hmm

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