The Damm - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: The Damm
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Fred Bell, Willie Knighton, Raymon Murray, Robert Barnett, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Yeah, it's Fulton County
In the woods, where niggaz got bounties hangin' over they heads
We done went back down the street
And stayed from the concrete treads

Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill
If you trill you better not squeal
'Cause if you squeal, you will disappear
Now that's for trill

Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill
If you trill you better not squeal
'Cause if you squeal, you will disappear
Now that's for trill

Ay, ay, I used to kick the back do' down with the chrome
Now when they see me, you ought a hear 'em, it's like the leash still on
I hit the stage, grab the mic, they gets crunk when I speak
Get my money, then I'm out, back at the Embassy Suites

I got some cut with a switch you can't do nothin' but admit
I'm East Pointe's greatest hit, she all on my stick
On the strength she be steamin', she come through for any reason
She work at the Parisian, and this is Polo season

Bam, with them Calhoun's, high-tops for my feet
Outfit ain't missin' nuttin' like Brandy, peep
That's how us Headland hustlers ball
Next stop gonna be Greenbriar Mall

Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill
If you trill you better not squeal
If you squeal, you will disappear
Now that's for trill, let's hit the damm

Stay in the streets like a Herby Curby
Some that didn't make it through the rain wasn't worthy
96 stamp dirty, flip wide wheels, watch for oil spills
What it is, what it ain't, in the paint

Some slow by the dank I think, make you go blank, lookin' for work
Left you where you started shinin' shins, under them skirts
At the airport, Gipp cruise the hood
Like a snake up in the woods lookin' for a cut party

Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill
If you trill you better not squeal
If you squeal, you will disappear
Now that's for trill, let's hit the damm

You know we don't use the Goodie name to pack they function
At the last minute, request for, guest appearances, denied
Time is money, on the wood, many bed no good
Ain't nothin' here for you freak, off-brand frapp, really need to learn

How to pick up an Alexander Graham Bell, for she get gripped
Get some nights on beaver, made her way through the damm
Down stream, two crabs, a set of twins, three fins
One main pain was for soldiers to feel

Warriors don't take orders, ain't no serial killers in Georgia
The culprit is blue words in pink skin, so listen our daughters
Daddy's little girl, dialling 1-800-Earl
'Ccause she want to do what men do

Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill
If you trill you better not squeal
'Cause if you squeal, you will disappear
Now that's for trill, let's hit the damm

How I wish, you was the last fish, I would have to catch
It was a mess, how the last one, jumped back in the sea
Of Goddesses, from the SWAT it is
A poor playa with skills to build nations of people
Not giving a fuck bout no color, we all brothers that ball
While others get manipulated and fall

Nose wide open to that beast, like it was yo' first to cash in your V club
Is it really love that you feel for her, you a better man than me
To think I can't keep a girl that I like around me
And so there's many that await, stay after plate
My stomach full after I take a pull

Yeah, many gon' come, many gon' go
Some thinkin', I'm a overwhelm, fuck the foes
Some wanna little time, wanna conversation
Some too impatient to wait so we can fully relate

Some Bouvier, and you bout fall clean through thin ice tryin' to skate
Your girl and I all playin' the game, y'all just don't play the same
Don't give a fuck and brush up off me, tick, tick, shawty Lo be
At a piece of being broken for emotion at F O E's
So she know it's gon' be a strike three but you gotta strike two, huh
But at the damn I could find another just like you
At The Damm I could find another just like you, goodnight Boo

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The Dream Shatterer - Lyrics - Capital Punishment - Big Punisher

Title: The Dream Shatterer
Album: Capital Punishment
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Anthony Best, Paul Politi, Christopher Rios, Barry White

Lyric:
Ay, yo I shatter dreams like Jordan
Assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap
Like Adam & Eve from the garden

I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead
So every night before bed you
See the BP shine off the board head

Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap
'Cuz he ain't worth jack
Hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
Make his whole body jerk back, watch the Earth crack
Hand him his purse back

I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull
Master the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm blacker than coal
Like Nat King, I be rapping in tongues
Packing the ones, magnums, cannons and gatling guns

It's Big Pun, the one and only son of Tony Montana
You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana
C'mon pana we be mob rhymers
Feel the marijuana, snake bite, anaconda

A man of honor would wanna match my persona
Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana
Comma and go the whole nine like Madonna
Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda gramma

When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination

I'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to your gut, medicine
Raw cure for pain, I coat your brain like polyurethane
Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms
If you came to learn how to make fire, I'm-a make it burn

Higher and hotter than lava this scholar
Is 'bout just as smart as MacGyver
To put honor inside the heart of a lion
Revolved in a life of crime

Fuck it I like the shine, sip in the white and lime
Comes with the pipe design
Plushed out, both pockets about to bust out
If you not in it for the spinach, get the fuck out

Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right
Go 'head lace the mic, you finished? Say good night
Head to head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet
Settlin' beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat

But it won't matter, you dreams still gon' shatter
It's a long ladder to climb and mine is on the stagger
So get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound you ever heard
Desert bird player you outta bounds

When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination

You need the Pun to dis you if your whole steez is unofficial
I'll come and get you and let the desert eez tongue kiss you
With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips
Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic

It makes rappers disappear, whisper in your ear
Crystal clear, come here, let me kiss your tears
Everything you fear is here, you ain't got to search further
The first murder's the worst now I thirst further for reverse birth

Every verse hurts, every curse word's already more offending
Than Eddie Murphy's worst
I thirst for blood like a vampire, any man claimin' his game's tighter
Is a God damm liar

I set 'em on fire, retire your train of thought
Drain a quart of blood out your brain and leave you insane in the dark
The king of New York, lays his crown in the Boogie Down
And sprays the town with a Mac hooded down

I'm no joke, I soak your face with a sweeper
Dying disgrace, I'll face your death through the speaker

When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination

When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination

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40 - Circumstances - Lyrics - Tha Hall of Game - E

Title: 40 - Circumstances
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Thomas Hudson, Marceles Mccarver, Kokane Earl Stevens, Jerold Ellis, Gregory Hutchinson, The Luniz Garrick Husband

Lyric:
Uhh, dry as the fuck and I'm one left with yo-yo
Seven houses down, black street, dark folk don't matter tho'
I don't know who to trust, what to look fo'
How many niggaz wanna kill me?

I'm havin' a, hard time tryin' to determine
If that's the homey or the enemy
Ol' shady-ass, no build for that
Just lookin' like he plottin' on somethin'-ass nigga

But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do somethin'
And I'll get to be dumpin' on yo' ass nigga
One of the main rules of the game without a doubt
Nigga don't you ever pull a gun and don't use it
Nigga that's a good way to get your brains blow out

Motherfucker like me get to flashin' then I lose it
Leave that ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it
Nigga, you betta be real about this shit
If you in it you in it don't be no punk
Nigga this ain't no baseball game
Niggaz don't forfeit no damm funk

Two brothers goin' sack for sack in the back of the 'llac
Takin' a whiffle, strippin' the fuck up out of some willow
Poppin' ecstasy like Skittles
It'll get you in the long run, sniffin' them long ones

Way girl burst ya dick and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it
What goes around comes around tryin' to steal this Brady hostess
Keep your focus and never the love of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes lovin' to get jackers to come and smoke us

Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious
No mercy on haters or no bitches
Got in my clitches waitin' for a nigga to take some chances
So we can deal with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances

Takin' all these chances
You might never ever, ever get them circumstances
Takin' all these chances
You might never ever, ever get them circumstances

I said the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the world went crazy
Till I copped a sack and put it down like that
And rolled out like it didn't even fade me

I said the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the world went crazy
Till I copped a sack and put it down like that
And rolled out like it didn't even fade me

Nigga, slang suga delight enough to get my hustle right
It's double like a flip new Benzo with the bubble lights
Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the brokest
Motherfucker, now I'm the closest nigga to ballin' ferocious

Motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a hard
Pimpin' ain't easy and motherfucker, only if you breezy
Easy does it, I does it do it off the fluid
Come with the newest shit I come through with

Bitch, don't you hear the music?
(Don't you hear the music? Too sexy for my shirt)
Too sexy for my shirt so bad hurt niggaz on the turf
Aanna put my ass up in the dirt

'Cause I skirt a Lex-o and slurp a genie bottle full of X-O
Or maybe 'cause I'm with 40-Water and a jug of ethel
You can't love it, don't leave the ghetto
Me and I'm heated like two jugs of methyl

Damn, cydal shit when vital shit starts to happen
Eager to be the nigga just for cappin'
Strappin' up ain't no thang, it's survival
It's makin' sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals

It's higher learning, but it's True Lies
When it comes to the Superfly
Speedy Gonzalez destroys from the Eastside
Is it ridicule or stardom? Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon

I'm makin niggaz fall like cops on Rage in Harlem
I'm on some moonshine shit
Bit the cork off the Cristal
I'm drunk so let me chill for a while

Takin' all these chances
You might never ever, ever get them circumstances
Takin' all these chances
You might never ever, ever get them circumstances

I said the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the world went crazy
Till I copped a sack and put it down like that
And rolled out like it didn't even fade me

I said the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the world went crazy
Till I copped a sack and put it down like that
And rolled out like it didn't even fade me

Aww, yeah, yeah, now niggaz know
Well, ain't no sense in me fuckin' around
My stompin' ground be the H I double L S I D E
Bound to touch you with them tecs and make them marks

Bounce like checks
Slide a faulty bitch up under these niggaz
And killin 'em off with sex

Ain't no tellin' what angle I'm comin' with these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, nina ruff fluffin' tap dancers
On your hood for breedin' snitch' bitch-made niggaz
Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed niggaz

I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters
Take a long time business to get paid to get rid of you cheater
Chatter police-ass niggaz takin' chances
Man you can't fuck with these circumstances

And all you O.G. motherfuckers better stop tryin' to mark them yungsta
'Cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, like some garbage dusters
Tryin to throw yo' weight around like you gon', uhh, take over a spot
Nigga don't you know these youngsters nowadays
Be off that water and hot?

Takin' all these chances
You might never ever, ever get them circumstances
Takin' all these chances
You might never ever, ever get them circumstances

I said the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the world went crazy
Till I copped a sack and put it down like that
And rolled out like it didn't even fade me

I said the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the world went crazy
Till I copped a sack and put it down like that
And rolled out like it didn't even fade me

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Os - Crabbuckit - Lyrics - K

Title: Os - Crabbuckit
Artist: K
Composer(s): Kevin Deron Brereton

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Lyric:
It's high now, so low it's high
Like this, check it out yo

Took a trip on a bus that didn't know
Met a girl sellin' drinks at the disco
Said, "Truth comes back when you let it go"
Seems complicated cause it's really so simple

Walkin' down Yonge Street on a Friday
Can't follow them, gotta do it my way
No fast lane still on a highway
Movin' in and out, no doubt it's the right..

No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
Check out the crabs in the bucket

No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
Check out the crabs in the bucket

It's like this, you know, what I mean?
It's like flys on the windscreen, writing on walls
Square these clones claim there havin' a ball
Foolin' themselves just before last call
Tic-a-tic-a-toc, tic-a-tic-a-toc

Clock strikes twelve, clock strikes one
Smoking gun put these fools on the run
I know it's not that simple, I know
It's not that hard, when there's

No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
Check out the crabs in the bucket

No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
Check out the crabs in the bucket

Yeah, know, I mean
Yeah, I heard you man, yo, check, yo

It's a conniption, fit in the microphones flit
I take it higher like a bird on a wire, retire the fire
I never 'cause I'm just moving on up
Chewsin' to touch the unseen, craving the clutch

The most inevitable, legible pyro-mania
Slaying the devil, and send 'em back to Transylvania
Strangely enough, I am on that side of the ghetto
From my heavy metal will settle the puppets like Gepetto

Damm, if mirrors where created by sand
When I'm looking in the water for reflections of man
Understand the minds above time when it's empty
Emcee, tragically hip ahead by a century

No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
Check out the crabs in the bucket

No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
No time to get down 'cause I'm moving up
Check out the crabs in the bucket

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I Don'T Give A Fuck - Lyrics - Nature

Title: I Don'T Give A Fuck
Artist: Nature
Composer(s): J Baxter, T Riley

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Lyric:
I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends
I don't give a fuck about your Man boo
I don't give a fuck about your friends
And your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
I don't even know why you page me
I don't even know if I can trust you
Yo, is you jumpin' it off?
Is you jumpin' it off?
If not then keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you

I got a whole 'lotta problems that I gotta resolve
Like 4 in the mornin' I get anonymous calls
They let it ring once, they let it ring twice
Damm, it rang twelve times, chickens ain't right
Cussin' like a sailor, fuckin' in trailors
Photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much realer
Shouldn't have did it boo, you shouldn't have did it boo
Now you forgettin' exactly how many niggas you did it too
Cut you off, shit's critical, gimme my space
I admit, I was the one that made the silly mistakes
The Fifty state roamer
Had to throw the fake on her
Heavyweight, ringside seats in Nate's corner
Wait for her, it might take days
But back home's where the fight takes place
Punches and scratches
Headlocks and hatchets
Screamin' at the top of her lungs, this bitch is spazzin'
Comin' at ya, whats up with that shit?

I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends
I don't give a fuck about your Man boo
I don't give a fuck about your friends
And your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
I don't even know why you page me
I don't even know if I can trust you
Yo, is you jumpin' it off?
Is you jumpin' it off?
If not then keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you

Hugs turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse
Engagement, marriage, then divorce
Devellish acts, sinnin' thoughts
Secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk
I try to keep her close by, don't mind lettin' go
Let her know who the fuck she wit'
Like any Man unless he's whipped
A messy script leads to domestic disputes
All your friends gettin' caught in our beef 'cause they thought it was
Cute
Dressin' in suits, I used to get you from work
Checked your feelings, even flipped on you first
Stripped down your purse
One night I found your phonebook
Hidin' spots, look in all the places you thought I won't look
Never said shit, but dead shit immediate
Ripped out the numbers that I needed to rip
Heated quick, did what I had to do
Sat her down, she flipped it around, looked in my eyes and quickly
Caught this attitude

I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends
I don't give a fuck about your Man boo
I don't give a fuck about your friends
And your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
I don't even know why you page me
I don't even know if I can trust you
Yo, is you jumpin' it off?
Is you jumpin' it off?
If not then keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you

Some nights you might talk in your sleep, pig Latin
Drunk, the next mornin' actin' like I didn't happen
Should I cheat? give me reasonable doubt
Is the next Man trickin' on you? huh? is he eatin' you out?
You're poppin' up with mysterious gifts
When I ask you just laugh, brushin' off the seriousness
There's nothin' worse than a curious bitch
With some nosey friends
Six deep in a old BM
Pushin' it to the limit
Ripped up seats with cushion in it
Change on the rug
She give brains to all the thugs
While she drives, somethin' called dangerous love
Got a airbag on both sides, no lie
Doin' shit the average hoes don't try
Wanna know why I'll never leave you?
You're intelligent, young, and evil
The definition of a real bitch, some'll G you
Come and see you like "Next!"
Right after their ex

I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends
I don't give a fuck about your Man boo
I don't give a fuck about your friends
And your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
I don't even know why you page me
I don't even know if I can trust you
Yo, is you jumpin' it off?
Is you jumpin' it off?
If not then keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you

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Before We Start - Lyrics - Mcgruff

Title: Before We Start
Artist: Mcgruff
Composer(s): Dwight Myers, Kelvin Nix, Erik Milteer, Tony Dofat, Herbert Brown, Taana Gardner

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Lyric:
Before we start fuckin'
I wanna know if this is right
Or is it only for one night
Tell me, before I get open
I wanna know what's on your mind
Nigga, don't waste my time

Gruff stunnin', just like Hev I keep it comin'
Keep the Gin pumpin', freaks I'm slam dunkin'
Twistin' 'em, whippin' 'em, pourin' Criss on 'em
The more I spit at 'em, yo, the more it gets to 'em

Position 'em, explore and fish in 'em
Keep them rainhats like I'm goin' fishin'
Go deep, man I ain't no lil' Bo peep
Sex so sweet, lick you neck to yo' feet

We can go eat, scoop you in the Range Rov. jeep
Creep to the Marriot get a lil' suite
God Damm, look at that ass on Monique
It'll have a nigga trickin' his cash the whole week.

Before we start fuckin'
I wanna know if this is right
Or is it only for one night
Tell me, before I get open
I wanna know what's on your mind
Nigga, don't waste my time

Gruffy, girl, you know you wanna rush me
Cuss me, talkin' 'bout I ain't see you since you fucked me
I don't wanna argue, I wanna puff and sip Bubbly
Don't be mad at me, 'cause these other chicks love me

Now I'm ugly? What's the matter you don't trust me?
What you mean you beeped me? I ain't get that
Don't sweat that, respect that
Gruff put them Diamonds where your neck at
Picked you up in Lefrak just so I can sex that

Talk to you Dirty Baby, kiss you where your breasts at
Can you dig that? That new attitude you need to quit that
I ain't wit' that, you ain't the way you was when I hit that
Did that, girls just be givin' up the Kit-Kat

Before we start fuckin'
I wanna know if this is right
Or is it only for one night
Tell me, before I get open
I wanna know what's on your mind
Nigga, don't waste my time

All the Ladies wanna know is where Gruff at?
They Love that smooth Harlem World thug cat
Stay high until the day I die
First class is the way I fly, nothin' less

I don't want nothin' but the best of success
Dough to invest, Pressy Rol's with baguettes
The whole mess from here where we go next?
What a nigga wouldn't do for yo' sex?

Harlem Diplomat, crime hound nigga stickin' that
Twistin' that, never lickin' that and that's that
I like how yo' ass phat, Chocolate Mac
Hit it from the front, from the back and that's a wrap

Before we start fuckin'
I wanna know if this is right
Or is it only for one night
Tell me, before I get open
I wanna know what's on your mind
Nigga, don't waste my time

Before we start fuckin'
I wanna know if this is right
Or is it only for one night
Tell me, before I get open
I wanna know what's on your mind
Nigga, don't waste my time

Before we start fuckin'
I wanna know if this is right

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Panther Power - Lyrics - Resurrection Soundtrack - 2pac

Title: Panther Power
Album: Resurrection Soundtrack
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mark Dorado, Jimi Dright, Raymond Tyson, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
As real as it seems the American dream
Ain't nuthin' but anotha calculated scheme
To keep us locked up and shot up and back in chains
To deny us our future rob our name
Kept our history a mystery but now i see
The American dream wasn't meant for me
Cause lady liberty's a hypocrite she lied to me
Promised freedom education and ecuality
Never gave be nuthin' but slavery
But now look at how dangerous you made me
Callin' me a man cause I'm strong and bold
With this gumbo of knowledge of the lies you told
Promised me emancipation and a free nation
All you ever gave my people was starvation
The father of our country never cared for me
They kept our ancestors shacked up in slavery
Uncle Sam neva did a damm thing for me
Exept lie about the facts in my history
Now I'm sittin' here mad cause I'm unemployed
But the government mad cause they enjoy
When my people are down they just screw us around
Time to change the government now
Panther Power

Panther powr from the place that resides within
Go to for to with a panther and you just can't win
Self proclaimed best supress the rest
The rich get richer and the poor take less
The American dream was the American nightmare
You kept my people down and refused to fight fair
The Ku Klux Klan tried to keep us out
With signs that state No Blacks allowed
With intimidation and segregation
Once would wait for our freedom
But now we're impatient
Blacks they others they yell sell out
Freedom equality get out yell out
Don't eva be ashamed of what you are
It's your Panther power that makes you a star
Panther Power

My mother neva let me forget my history
Hopin' that i would set free cahins that were put on me
Wanted to be more than just free
Had to know tha true facts about my history
I couldn't settle for bein' a statistic
Couldn't survive in this capitalistic government
Cause it was meant to hold us back with ignorance
Drugs and sneak attacks in my community
They killed our unity
But when I charged them they cried immunity
I strike america like a case of heart disease
Panther Power is runnin' through my arteries
Try to stop me homeboy you'll get clawed to death
Cause i'll be fightin for my freedom 'till my dyin' breath

Do you remember that's what I'm askin' you
You think you're livin' free don't make me laugh at you
Open your eyes realise you've been locked in chains
Said you wasn't civilized and stole your name
Cause some time has passed we seem to all firget
There's no liberty for me and you we ain't free yet
Panther Power

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Everywhere - Lyrics - Showtime - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Everywhere
Album: Showtime
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Mills

Lyric:
I ain't on a high ting (Nah)
Jus out here tryin' to do da right thing
And even though you know I don't mind fightin'
When I will, it's cash money like lightning

You know I Gota get that dow
I ain't rampin'
Gota get that dow
Damm right
Gota get that dow
I ain't rampin'
Gota get that dow
Straight up

Hot taste, charisma stylee we got plenty
Cruising' in the Porsche I wanna to Bentley
Evidently far from gently eatin' up da road
We act immaturely in a hurry to be old
Infact we'll leave you poorly catch a beatin' like a cold
Go ahead profile and flex like you're big, bad and bold
Go ahead go round your next to get hit, had and showed
Stay out the paper chase
Floppy fella's fold
Neglect da rules, expect da codes, follow the guide lines
Life's been ugly so far but these are fine times
I write below the belt I bust average fine rhymes
I always want to be a star my city or the sands
I try not to be stupid with my fame
But constantly I sense fassies bein' clever wiv my name
Indirectly call my name like they're callin' my bluff
So sadly I often sense the need to get rough

I'm here, there, I'm everywhere
I can't be seen, I'm all over
Ya nah wat I mean!?
I'm here, there, I'm everywhere
I can't be seen, It's all over
Ya nah wat I mean!?
I'm here, there, I'm everywhere
I can't be seen, I'm all over
Ya nah wat I mean!?
I'm here, there, I'm everywhere
I can't be seen, so move over
Ya nah wat I mean!?

Fulla strife, that's life
Deal wiv how bad it is
Reminisce, reflect, revise on how bad it coulda been
Abuse time and find out how mad it is
Time waits for nobody handle your biz
Extortionists would love to man-handle this
I'm ignorant, refuse to understand what extortion is
Jack me and get what? Jack me and get where?
Get zilch times zero, times nofin' plus air
Yea I'm way beyond care
Hate me or love me try not to stare
Your thoughts and your opinions try not to share
I show interest on an occasion that is rare
Plus I ain't in the hype, I'm above it and I cause it
Can't put a stop to da track but I compose it
So play your role
Act tuff put on your show
I'll let da ratchet be your audience
Bullets will applaud it

I'm here, there, I'm everywhere
I can't be seen, I'm all over
Ya nah wat I mean!?
I'm here, there, I'm everywhere
I can't be seen, It's all over
Ya nah wat I mean!?
I'm here, there, I'm everywhere
I can't be seen, I'm all over
Ya nah wat I mean!?
I'm here, there, I'm everywhere
I can't be seen, so move over
Ya nah wat I mean!?

My name is Dizzee Dizz
I handle my biz
My spreaders talkin' gangsta don't know what a gangsta is
(Tut) They ain't ready yet, I don't claim a set
But if you test I'll leave you wiv something you will regret
I'm fat and slim, chocolate skin
I'll punch you in your nostrils, I'll punch you in your chin
But I ain't mad I'm a lovely lad
I'll give you the loveliest beatin' that you've ever had
Rude boy, home boy better chill
You know I don't watch no face cause I'm real
I don't care if your sick I don't care if your I'll
My foot will add a nice frill to your ice-grill
Son dun-duddy I don't find shit funny
If you ever try and go against the flow of my money
Word is bun, what's really good I'm really hood
Take this song as a caution you really should

Try copy we, hit her wit da G, condo energy
Lyrical tank, lyrical pedigree
Basterd or wee on girl Emily
How bad they wanna try copy we?
Hit em' wit da G, condo energy
Lyrical tank, lyrical pedigree
Dizzee Rascal from the big LD

Hey Yo
Do ya hear me?
Hey Yo
Do ya hear me?
Gota get that dow
Gota get that dow
Gota get that dow
Hey Yo
Gota get that dow

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How Y' Livin' - Lyrics - Vanessa Amorosi

Title: How Y' Livin'
Artist: Vanessa Amorosi
Composer(s): Vanessa Amorosi, Mark Holden, Paul Wiltshire

Lyric:
I should have seen the signs you showed me
So many times, in so many ways
On a never ending journey though the cold light of day
Cold light of day

I spent nearly all my time
Thinking I know you but I still got my doubts
Little things to try to work you out
Playing on my mind

Will you leave her now
Like you left me then
Just forgot and leave me
With just enough to start again

Start a brand new life
Maybe have some kids
Never facing facts
And never looking back

How y' livin'
Are y' living your life
How y' livin'
Are you treating her right

How y' livin'
Are y' living your life
How y' livin'
Are you treating her
Treating her right

I don't see you anymore
Heard you're married but you never know
You've never married enough to not want to let them go
You never fight enough to not want to fight no more

Just keep moving on, find another girl
Go out and party and make sure
That she rocks your world

How y' livin'
Are you living your life
How y' livin'
Are you treating her right

How y' livin'
Are you living your life
How y' livin'
Are you treating her
Treating her right

How y' livin' ,baby
Have you done what's right
How y' livin', baby
Are you treating her right

How y' livin', baby
Have you done what's right
How y' livin', baby
Are you treating her
Treating her right

Haven't seen you for a while, can I come over, baby
Damm you're looking good, what's happened to you lately
I've been cruising round, checking out the scene
Fancy seeing you, are you still feeling angry

Time to move on, make a little wish
I know I treated you bad but I've grown up since
I want to make a change , get it right with you
I'm begging on my knee, have I moved a little too soon?

Have you got a man, does he treat you good
Do you feel the same now, are you still turned on?
A blast from the past, take a load off
You and me got a past that don't stop and won't stop

Pack your bags up, take a ride with me
In my black jeep, we're going to get busy
I'm living right, without you is wrong
The sun don't shine if you're walking alone

How y' livin'
Are you living your life
How y' livin'
Are you treating her right

How y' livin'
Are you living your life
How y' livin'
Are you treating her
Treating her right

How y' livin', baby
Have you done what's right
How y' livin', baby
Are you treating her right

How y' livin', baby
Have you done what's right
How y' livin', baby
Are you treating her right

How y' livin'
Are you living your life
How y' livin'
Are you treating her
Treating her right

How y' livin'
How y' livin', yeah
How y' livin'
Are you treating her
Treating her right

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Don'T Ease Me In - Lyrics - Grateful Dead

Title: Don'T Ease Me In
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Traditional Bill Kreutzmann, Brent R Mydland, Mickey Hart, Robert Hall Weir, Philip Lesh, Jerome J Garcia

Lyric:
Don't ease, don't ease, don't ease me in
I've been all night long commin' home, don't ease me in

When I turned around sweet mama, she was way across town
So I'm walkin' down the street with a dollar in my hand
I've been lookin' for a woman sweet mama, ain't got no man

The girl I love, she's sweet and true
You the dress she wears, sweet mama, it's pink and blue
She brings me coffee, she brings me tea
She brings me 'bout every damm thing but the jailhouse keys

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