Microphone Master - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Microphone Master
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Osten Jr Harvey, Andre Weston, Willie Hines

Lyric:
I iggity am what I am, I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I cram
to understand why these rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin' with the Books and Drayzie

Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in EL-A
Well-a hell-a can never cut the swell-a
'Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me

I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' mines on the regular
See me in the black Benz just blowin' up the cellular
We high as shit, the sky is it?
You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
So grip, you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin' near it
(What?)

So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'
Kids be heapin', they love the way that we be freakin'
My sewer style it 'cause disaster so when I ask
You better answer who's the microphone master

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Well yo, here's the humdinger
I'm briggity bringin' a new style of thing
It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, it's all about expanses
Stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion

By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens
Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean
Chrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess

I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath
My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova
The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over
So the skunk and Thai keep me high when I'm smokin'

And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin' me
The inspiration to riggity rock the nation
From white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

Burn MCs like degrees of Mason because you're fakin'
I'm on point, exclamation with the caper
The flavor misbehaver from the super duper rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes
Drats, I'm friggin' to ride the fat, ooh shit
My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick

Thicker than your blunt 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
And I got more spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr bingo
I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo

I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
I'm all that small cat like Tomko or Hasbo
I have no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines
Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes

Yo, well yo the shit sound clever
I'm clown for whatever like nuttin' nice
Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MCs, please, I never heard of some
We need to murder some like Colin Ferguson

But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder
Ya best to come clean like J-Rule and 'Felix Sunder'
I'm buggin' like gristle, see I suggest you

Dismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue
I show the flow I go until it's time to leave
Believe I'm packin 'more rhymes up my sleeve

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
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Microphone Master (41st Side Remix) - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Microphone Master (41st Side Remix)
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Osten Jr Harvey, Andre Weston, Willie Hines

Lyric:
I iggity am what I am, I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I cram
to understand why these rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin' with the Books and Drayzie

Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in EL-A
Well-a hell-a can never cut the swell-a
'Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me

I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' mines on the regular
See me in the black Benz just blowin' up the cellular
We high as shit, the sky is it?
You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
So grip, you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin' near it
(What?)

So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'
Kids be heapin', they love the way that we be freakin'
My sewer style it 'cause disaster so when I ask
You better answer who's the microphone master

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Well yo, here's the humdinger
I'm briggity bringin' a new style of thing
It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, it's all about expanses
Stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion

By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens
Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean
Chrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess

I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath
My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova
The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over
So the skunk and Thai keep me high when I'm smokin'

And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin' me
The inspiration to riggity rock the nation
From white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

Burn MCs like degrees of Mason because you're fakin'
I'm on point, exclamation with the caper
The flavor misbehaver from the super duper rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes
Drats, I'm friggin' to ride the fat, ooh shit
My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick

Thicker than your blunt 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
And I got more spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr bingo
I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo

I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
I'm all that small cat like Tomko or Hasbo
I have no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines
Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes

Yo, well yo the shit sound clever
I'm clown for whatever like nuttin' nice
Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MCs, please, I never heard of some
We need to murder some like Colin Ferguson

But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder
Ya best to come clean like J-Rule and 'Felix Sunder'
I'm buggin' like gristle, see I suggest you

Dismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue
I show the flow I go until it's time to leave
Believe I'm packin 'more rhymes up my sleeve

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
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Stargazer - Lyrics - In Your Face - Kingdom Come

Title: Stargazer
Album: In Your Face
Artist: Kingdom Come
Composer(s): Rick J. Steier, Danny Stag, Lenny Wolf, John Burt Frank

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Lyric:
Sitting in the dark, staring at the sky
Within all of Heaven's eyes
Wondering where and why
Who made all this come alive
Who knows what will come in time

Just to know what's the reason for making us
Is what I would like to know
Just to know where we go when the earth is cold
We may never know

Stargazer
Stargazer, live it out
Meet the maker

All the mystery, dreams and fantasy
We touched on our way to see
Living day by day, trying to get away
Dream on to another space

Just to know that you are not the only one
Who is searching on
Just to know that beyond there is something more
For the rich and poor

Stargazer
Stargazer, live it out
Meet the maker

Stargazer
Stargazer, live it out
Meet the maker

Stargazer, stargazer
Meet the maker
Soon you will meet the maker

Stargazer
Meet the maker
Sooner or later
You meet the maker

Stargazer
Meet the maker
Sooner or later
You meet the maker

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The Maker - Lyrics - Emmylou Harris

Title: The Maker
Artist: Emmylou Harris
Composer(s): Daniel Lanois

Lyric:
Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
I've run a twisted line

I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker
I could not see for the fog in my eyes
I could not feel for the fear in my life

From across the great divide, In the distance I saw a light
Of Jean Baptiste's he's walking to me with the Maker
My body, my body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep
I can't work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away
I'm not a stranger in the hands of the Maker

Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters
Standing there with broken wings
I have seen the flaming swords
There over east of Eden

Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker

Oh, river rise from your sleep
Oh, river rise from your sleep
Oh, river rise from your sleep

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The Maker - Lyrics - Dave Matthews Band

Title: The Maker
Artist: Dave Matthews Band
Composer(s): Daniel Lanois

Lyric:
Oh, oh deep water
Black and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
I've run a twisted line
I'm a stranger in the eyes of the maker

I could not see for the fog in my eyes
I could not feel for the fear in my life

From across the great divide, in the distance I saw a light
John baptist walking to me with the maker
So my body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep
I can't work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away
I'm not a stranger in the hands of the maker

Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters
Standing there with broken wings?
I have seen the flaming swords
There over east of Eden
Burning in the eyes of the maker

Burning in the eyes of the maker
Burning in the eyes of the maker
Oh, river rise from your sleep

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Money Maker - Lyrics - The Love Movement - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Money Maker
Album: The Love Movement
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): W Beck, L Bonner, James Brown, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, M Jones, R Middlebrook, Shaheed Muhammad, M Pierce, C Satchell, Malik Taylor, J Williams

Lyric:
This is the lone ranger
If you?re one of the fortunate to purchase this
A tribe called Quest, the love movement album
You are privileged to witness the first in a series of attempts
To rectify music from it?s rectulness
Again, this is the Lone Ranger with his first installment
Money maker, listen

Colder in the winter
And hotter in the summer
Get on up, get on up
Live your life right when you be corrupt
Volcano about to erupt
Get it up, get it up, get it up

Got the motivatin' joints that keep your ass jumpin'
Why when anigga get on, you want somethin'
Yo I got the poisonous traps for little rats that fiend
In come the bedroom dream

Kick it at a slow or at a quick tempo
A ladies? disposition won?t fuck with the mental
I?m built for conflicts with chicks with issues
I can lick the wounds bring ease with miss yous

Bring in all the pain and makin? thing's shiver
The beat make you bite your nails and shit your liver
And we gonna give a encore performance
Haters seem dormant while my presence is enormous

Tarnations, I went gold
Stressed out with faith but told cats to get a hold
Who is the nigga who?s mic is stronger
Rock for an hour and he might rock longer

Kid you?re perplexed, seems I better get to gongin?
The clean up man, hang you up like on and
Don?t step in the arena, that?s a stern warnin'
I?m the pops, I raise the sun like mornin'

Seems you?re still sleepin' , hey, stop the yawnin'
Open up the blinds and witness the dawnin'
The new application and I?m the applier
And I?m a set it off like fire

Yeah yeah, that?s where it?s at
Make it hot and phat and like puff, I like that
Now I got to urge you on to move ahead
Don?t dread, ?cause I keep the stock in the shed

And if you need a boost, then I got the jump
Because we prone to make the party
Go bump bump bump bump bump bump bump

Where you is, if you the baby daddy then uplift the kids
Get back and plan, don?t be on front flossin?
Incognito, you heard the name quite often
You dressed in black and been issued a coffin

I thrive on this plain, you off to the lost one
Like cayon pepper, it gets hot to the better
From each little dash it get the whole smash
It?s tasty too, so satisfy your whole pallid
Fake ID?s are revoked, they?re invalid

Infractin? bodies out on the dance floor
Is what I wanna see, not less but much more
The lyrics just spewed, he got good reviews
The kid made the news, how he left no clues

On how he just murderlized the whole damn jam
He just got results that?s smiles and waved hands
The mission could never be accomplished, however
Until we bounce to a autumn where hot weather

And still we?ll be able to rock and rip crowds
While other emcees say nuthin? and talk loud
While other emcees say nuthin? and talk loud
If you with the Tribe, chest out and be proud

Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake it, shake it
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Maker - Lyrics - Daniel Lanois

Title: Maker
Artist: Daniel Lanois
Composer(s): Daniel Lanois

Lyric:
Oh, oh, deep water
Black and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
I've run a twisted line
I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker

I could not see
For the fog in my eyes
I could not feel
For the fear in my life

And from across the great divide
In the distance I saw a light
Of John Baptist
Walking to me with the Maker

My body, my body is bent
And broken by long and dangerous sleep
I can't work the fields of Abraham
And turn my head away
I'm not a stranger in the hands of the Maker

Brother John, have you seen
The homeless daughters
Standing here with broken wings

I have seen the flaming swords
There over East of Eden
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Oh, river rise from your sleep

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The Maker Said Take Her - Lyrics - Alabama

Title: The Maker Said Take Her
Artist: Alabama
Composer(s): Ronnie Rogers, Mark Wright

Lyric:
I was taught to believe never to doubt
The man up above knows what He's talkin about
So when I heard that voice so loud and clear
Speak to my heart I knew that she must be near

The Maker said, "Take her and love her forever
Take care of her for life
And treat her right"

I never was the one to listen very well
I walk my own way and felt what I felt
The further out of touch with the master plan
Well she was like a flight to the promised land

The Maker said "Take her and love her forever
Take care of her for life
Never forsake her don't be a heart breaker"
The Maker said "Take her and treat her right
Just treat her right"

He placed an Angel in the palm of my hand
And for once in my life I obeyed His commands

I'll take her and love her forever
Take care of her for life
Never forsake her don't be a heart breaker
The Maker said "Take her and treat her right
Just treat her right, just treat her right"

The Maker said "Take her and love her forever
Take care of her for life
Never forsake her don't be a heart breaker"
The Maker said "Take her and treat her right
Treat her right for life"

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Don'T Mess With Me - Lyrics - Notorious K.I.M. - Lil' Kim

Title: Don'T Mess With Me
Album: Notorious K.I.M.
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Kim Jones, G Gill, C Wade, D Angelettie, K West

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Lyric:
Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
(You see some niggaz don't know how to act)
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(So I'm about to get on some Left Eye shit)
Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
(And start burnin down niggaz cribs)
Don't you mess around with me

When we met, I can't front, I was all in your shit
Even though I was a bitch playin' hard to get
'Cause see I never felt this way in my life
It didn't take long before you made me your wife

Shoppin' sprees and puttin' money in my pockets
Pictures of you inside my heart-shaped lockets
And my girls, knew you wasn't no good
They told me 'bout them broads you was fuckin' in the hood

You said I was a diamond and you was like a pearl
So daddy how could you do this to your baby girl?
Memories, is all it brings when I look at my rings
And 'Heartbreaker' is the song I sing

Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
(Do you know who I am?)
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin' with me)

Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Hehe, yeah, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me
(You don't wanna mess around)

Breakfast in Paris, dinner in Milan
Sex on the beach, yeah we had it goin' on
Then one day you hid my birth control pills
Said the way I sucked your dick it had you head over heels

When you got rich I helped you run your company
For eleven years and now you wanna dump me?
And just to think, I was about to have a baby for you
And then some bitch you was fuckin' said she was havin' one too

You wrong, nigga dead wrong, you know the song
After the fight, the other night and we both went to jail
I burnt all your clothes up, I was 'Waiting to Exhale'

Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(You don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
(I'm the Queen Bitch)
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin' with me)

Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Hmm, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me
(Yeah, now hold that)

Now I'm back to my old ways, like in the old days
Flirtin', not givin' a fuck
Got you lookin' in the mirror sayin', "Damn"
Sick thinkin' 'bout the next man fuckin' this tight pussy

Niggaz want me even though they got a honey
If I'ma be number two, they givin' me some hush money
Ask Whitney, I learned how to break a heart from you
'Cause when a woman's fed up, it ain't nuttin' you can do

I'm that bitch, don't you ever forget
Witchu when you rich or when you ain't have shit
Now he cryin', he beggin', "Kim let me come back"
Like Mark Morrison

Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(You don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin' with me)

Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Y'all niggaz don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
('Cause I'm not the one)

Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
Heartbreaker, dream maker, you're a

Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me, you're a
Heartbreaker, dream maker

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Ching A Ling - Lyrics - Missy Elliott

Title: Ching A Ling
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): S Campbell, M Elliott, C Lamb, M Leather

Lyric:
The party is ending at 2 a.m.
So whatever you must do
Do it now!

Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here
Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here
(This is)
Thirsty, baby bring it over here
(A Missy Exclusive)
Thirsty, baby bring it over here

See my money maker, feel my money maker
(Crazy baby)
See my money maker, feel my money maker
(Serious man)
[Line played backwards]
[Line played backwards]

M-I-S-E, Missy be a freak
Sex so good I can freak you in my sleep
Ice on my sleeve I can make a room freeze
Pockets more bigger than a stripper booty cheeks

Dudes weak when they look at my physique
French on my feet cost a buck fifty
I don't swing from a pole, Missy swing from a tree
I'm Muhammad Ali 'cause I can sting like a bee

Whatchu know about that? So cute and fat
Let him hit it once and watch the dude come back
'Cause the back so stacked it's like sittin' on a jack
Missy be the mack, that's a true fact

Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here
Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here
Thirsty, baby bring it over here
Thirsty, baby bring it over here
(Whatchu know about that?)

See my money maker, feel my money maker
See my money maker, feel my money maker
[Line played backwards]
[Line played backwards]
(I like this!)

Big things pop, little things stop
If you talk a lot in your mouth you get socked
Miss don't flop 'cause I only get the props
House on the water, Aston Martin in the lot

Look at my watch, cost a whole lot
So iced out you can't see it tick-tock
Yeah, I'm so hot and I can't be topped
Artists drop down like Michael Jackson socks

Got the game locked, make your body rock
If Missy ain't on it then ya song don't knock
You might get mopped like a floor so don't walk
You don't need to spit unless you live what you talk
(Let's go!)

Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here
Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here
Thirsty, baby bring it over here
Thirsty, baby bring it over here
(Whatchu know about that?)

See my money maker, feel my money maker
See my money maker, feel my money maker
(Serious man)
[Line played backwards]
[Line played backwards]

Missy switch it up, do ya damn thang
Just like a chain, groupies wanna hang
Talk that slang, gon' head and let it bang
Make the hair stand like the hair on Don King

Boom, boom, shing, I shine like bling, bling
Call me a queen, mean chicks stay in ya lane
My flow so mean, if you know what I mean
So fresh and clean, you can call me Irish Spring

Whatchu know about that? Talk like ex-lax
If ya game wack then you ain't sayin' jack
Just like that, ya, ya, to get axed
'Cause I got more hits than you can get out of a bat

Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here
Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here
(Crazy)
Thirsty, baby bring it over here
Thirsty, baby bring it over here
(New Missy baby)

See my money maker, feel my money maker
See my money maker, feel my money maker
[Line played backwards]
[Line played backwards]

This is serious man
Whatchu know about that?
Whatchu know about that?
Whatchu know about that?
Now whatchu know about that?

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Super Rhyme Maker - Lyrics - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast - Kid Rock

Title: Super Rhyme Maker
Album: Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Darryl Matthe Mc Daniels, R J Ritchie, Joseph Ward Simmons, Lawrence Smith

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Lyric:
Bonnie shades
And a high top fade
So low you know on the mic with no aid
You didn't think in a blink no way
That I'd make the grade
But now you say I use to go to school with him
I use to go to dot dot bim
I use to know his older brother
I use to be his eighth grade lover
Talk is cheap and the speech is weak
He use to go with me, wrong you were my freak
I never gave a hoot
If a girl was cute
All I wanted was a piece and a knock the boots
And then they get dissed
Crossed off my list
Though a bend in my behind would get kissed
Just like so world the girls will go low
Just like Jock Custoe
And blow
Up come my drawers, see ya gotta go
It's to plain
Kid Rock's the name
And I run my game
From Frisco to Maine
Never fell in love
Cause I'm a girl heartbreaker
But still I built my skills and I'm the

Cause I'm the
Super Rhyme Maker
Come on, Yeah
Sup Sup Sup
Super Rhyme Maker
Come on, Yeah
(Come On)
Super Rhyme Rhyme
(Come On)
Rhyme, Rhyme, Rhyme
(Come On, Come On)
Rhyme, Rhyme, Rhyme
(Come On, Come On, Come On)
Rhyme Maker

Stop the madness
You never had this
Wild style of my b-boy badness
Runnin' the show
Clockin' the dough
And Juliet get fucked if I was Romeo, but I'm not
I'm Kid Rock
Flat top and all
Not Michael Jackson spinnin' singing off the wall
But making everyone how I thump like thunder
Got over like a mother
While you went straight under
And now you can't stand
The way I jam
Hold the mic in my hand
And rock the whole land
Man get jealous if you want to
But either way I'm gonna do what I have to do
Cause I work to hard to make ends match
Started from scratch
And to a lot of crap
But now I'm like a wild horse no one can catch
And I'm a bad mother fucker
Believe that
I'll pop on top more flop no stop
Makin' every girl in the house want a piece of the rock
And then I'll bring a new swing
To make it understand the kid's running things
Mostly because I'm not an MC faker
And the rest because I'm the

Microphone master Super Rhyme Maker
Come On Yeah
Sup Sup Sup
Alright cut it
Sup Sup Sup
Super Rhyme Maker
Come On Yeah
Sup Sup Sup Sup
Super Rhyme Rhyme Rhyme
Rhyme Rhyme Maker

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Money Maker - Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

Title: Money Maker
Album: Release Therapy
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Pharell Williams

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Lyric:
Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya
I see you on my radar, don't you act like you afraid of shit
You know I got it if you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money like ay, ay, ay

Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya
Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up in the air
You know I got it if you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money like ay, ay, ay

Shake, shake, shake your money maker
Like you were shakin' it for some paper
Took your momma nine months to make ya
Might as well shake what your momma gave ya

You, you lookin' good in them jeans
I bet you'd look even better with me in between
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
But you'se a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind

I got J.O. up on my right side, po'n some cups
My whole hood is to my left and they ain't givin' a fuck
So feel free to get loose and get carried away
So by tomorrow you forgot what you were sayin' today

But don't forget about this feelin' that I'm makin' you get
And all the calories you burn from me makin' you sweat
The 'Mile High' points you earn when we takin' my jet
And how everywhere you turn, I'll be makin' you wet
'Cause you can

Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya
I see you on my radar, don't you act like you afraid of shit
You know I got it if you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money like ay, ay, ay

Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya
Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up in the air
You know I got it if you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money like ay, ay, ay

Switch, switch, switch it from right to left and
Switch it 'til you runnin' right out of breath and
Take a break until you ready again and
You can invite over as many friends

As you want to but I really want you
Just be thankful that Pharrell gave you somethin' to bump to
Hey, Luda, I'm at the top of my game
You want my hands from the bottom to the top of yo' frame

And I just wanna take a little ride on your curves
And get erotic, givin' your body just what it deserves
And let me give you some swimmin' lessons on the penis
Backstroke, breast stroke, stroke of a genius

Yup, call me the renaissance man
Get up and I stay harder than a cinder block, man
Hey, I'm just a bedroom gangster
And I been meanin' to tell ya
That I really must thank ya when ya

Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya
I see you on my radar, don't you act like you afraid of shit
You know I got it if you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money like ay, ay, ay

Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya
Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up in the air
You know I got it if you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money like ay, ay, ay

Release Therapy, rock, rock, rock, rock
Release Therapy, rock, rock, rock, rock

Rock, rock, rock it and make it work, girl
Please don't stop it until it hurt, girl
You, you been lookin' a little tipsy
So if you could, just shake it a little this way

See, I'm a member of the BBC
The original breadwinner of DTP
And you the center of attention that's distractin' the squad
'Cause everybody in the camp is like, "Oh, my God, she could?

Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya
I see you on my radar, don't you act like you afraid of shit
You know I got it if you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money like ay, ay, ay

Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya
Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up in the air
You know I got it if you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money like ay, ay, ay

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It Was Written - Lyrics - Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Title: It Was Written
Artist: Damian "Junior Gong" Marley
Composer(s): Capleton Stephen Marley, M. Smalls, S Marley, Damian Marley, O Toledano, O. Toledano, H. Gonzalez, R Gonzalez, M Smalls, Drag-O

Lyric:
And it was written up in the book of life
That man shall endure forever more
And it was written up in the book of life
That man shall endure forever more

Well, did the pen is stronger than the knife
They can kill you once but they can't kill you twice
Did you know destruction of the flesh is not the ending to life?
Fear not of the anti-Christ

Did you know that I exist before the earth?
And did you know that my eyes are windows to the world?
Did you know you can't go, ah Zion and wear Jerry curls?
Can't tell the boys from the girls

Your body is just a vehicle transporting your soul
It's what's inside of people is beauty to behold
Fear not of evil, every day them flesh it grow old
Changes of the times take a toll

And it was written up in the book of life
That man shall endure forever more
And it was written up in the book of life
That man shall endure forever more

Fear is in the eye of the beholder
Love is in the presence of the love maker
Life is in the words of the comforter
Endure much longer, live much longer

Fear is in the eye of the beholder
Love is in the presence of the love maker
Life is in the words of the comforter
Endure much longer, live much longer

A wester on his chest and Rastafari is his name
A gift of everlasting life for all us to sustain
Blessing that you all be got
Lessons taught you all forgot

Rasta call I shit you not
Do you remember Elijah and his chariot of flames
Same blood that run through my veins

Fear is in the eye of the beholder
Love is in the presence of the love maker
Life is in the words of the comforter
Endure much longer, live much longer

Fear is in the eye of the beholder
Love is in the presence of the love maker
Life is in the words of the comforter
Endure much

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Sex Machine - Lyrics - James Brown

Title: Sex Machine
Artist: James Brown
Composer(s): James Brown, Ronald R. Lenhoff, Bobby Byrd

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Lyric:
Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up
Stay on the scene
Get on up
Like a sex machine
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up
Stay on the scene
Get on up
Like a sex machine
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Stay on the scene
Get on up
Like a sex machine
Get on up
Wait a minute

Shake your arm
And use your form
Stay on the scene
Like a sex machine

You gotta have the feeling
Sure as you're born
Get it together
Right on, right on

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up

You said
That you got
You said the feeling
You got to get

You give me fever
And a cold sweat
The way I like it
Is the way it is
I got mine
Don't worry about his

Get up
Get on up
Stay on the scene
Get on up
Like a sex machine
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up

Come on
Stay on the scene
Like a sex machine
The way I like it
Is the way it is
I got mine, dig it
He got his

Stay on the scene
Like a love machine
Stay on the scene
Like a love machine
Stay on the scene

Get on up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Stay on the scene
Get on up
Like a love machine
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Taste
Get on up
[Incomprehensible]
Get on up
[Incomprehensible]
Get on up
[Incomprehensible]
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up
Stay on the scene
Get on up
Like a sex machine
Get on up

You got to have the feeling
Get on up
Sure as born get on up
Get on up
Get it together
Right on, right on

Right on, right on
Right on, right on
Right on, right on
Right on, right on
Right on, right on
Right on, right on

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up

And then shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up

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Mystery Of Iniquity - Lyrics - MTV Unplugged - Lauryn Hill

Title: Mystery Of Iniquity
Album: MTV Unplugged
Artist: Lauryn Hill
Composer(s): Lauryn Hill

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Lyric:
It's the mystery of inequity
Said it's the misery of inequity
Said it's the history of inequity
When it all, all falls down
Telling you all, it all falls down

Children eat your bread
Little children eat your bread
'Cuz it all, all falls down
Telling you all, it all falls down

Yo, ya'll can't handle the truth in a courtroom of lies
Perjures the jurors, witness despised
Crooked lawyers, false Indictments publicized
It's entertainment the arraignments, the subpoenas

High profile gladiators in bloodthirsty arenas
Enter the Dragon, black-robe crooked-balance
Souls bought and sold and paroled for thirty talents
Court reporter catch the surface on the paper

File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the Bible blatantly blasphemous
Publicly perpetrating that, "In God We Trust"
Cross-examined by a master manipulator

The faster intimidator, receiving the judge's favor
Deceiving sabers doing injury to they neighbors
For status, gratis, apparatus and legal waivers
See the bailiff, representing security
Holding the word of God soliciting perjury

The prosecution, political prostitution
The more money you pay the further away solution
Legal actors, Babylon's benefactors
Masquerading as the agency for the clients

Hypocritical giants, morally non-compliant
Orally armed to do bodily harm
Polluted, recruited and suited judicial charm
And the defense isn't making any sense
Faking the confidence of escaping the consequence

That a defendant is depending on the system
Totally void of judgment purposely made to twist em'
Emotional victim blackmailed by the henchmen
Framed by intentions, inventions whereby they lynch men

Enter the false witness slandering the accused
Planting the seed openly showing he's being used
To discredit, edit, headed for the alleged
Smearing the individual fearing the unsuspected

Expert witness, the paid authority
Made a priority to deceive the majority
Of disinterested peers, dodging duty for years
Hating the process waiting to be returning to their careers

Do we expect the system made for the elect
To possibly judge correct? Properly serve and protect?
Materially corrupt, spiritually amuck
Oblivious to the cause, prosperously bankrupt

Blind leading the blind, guilty never defined
Filthy as swine, a generation purin' it's own mind
Legal extortion, blown out of proportion
In vein deceit, the truth is obsolete

Only two positions, victimizer or victim
Both end up in destruction trusting this crooked system
Mafia with diplomas keeping us in a coma
Trying to own a piece of the "American Corona"

The revolving door, insanity every floor
Sky scraping, paper chasing, what are we working for?
Empty traditions, reaching social positions
Teaching ambition to support the family superstition?

When the Son of Podition is Commander in Chief
The standard is Thief, brethren can we candidly speak?
Woe to the men, trusted in the chariots dem'
Leaning on horses, they run their intellectual sources

Counterfeit wisdom creating the illusion of freedom
Confusion consumes them
Every word they speak it turns them out really white
Internally they absent of light

Trapped in the night and bonded to the Cain of the night
Under the curse, evil men waxing more worse
Faxing the first, angelic being cast to the earth
It's time for rebirth, burnin' up the branch and the root
The empty pursuits of every tree bearing the wrong fruit

Turning me ill, let him who stole, no longer steal
Oh, it's real, surrender for Jehovah is real
How long will you sleep
Troubled by the thoughts that you keep, the idols you heap
'Causing the destruction you reap

Judgment has come, find it and return to the One
Abandon the flesh, self-interest, Broadway to death
Pride and the greed, hide and subdividing the seed
The knowledge of good and evil is what caused us to lie

Caused us to die, let your emotions be crucified
Renounce all your thoughts
Repent and let your mind be re-taught
You'll find what you sought was based on the deception you bought
A perception of naught, where the majority remains caught

Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam, all die
Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam, all die
Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam, all die
Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam, all die

It's the mystery of Inequity
Say it's the history of Inequity
Say it's the misery of Inequity
When it all, all falls down
I'm telling you all, it all falls down

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Trial Of The Century - Lyrics - Az

Title: Trial Of The Century
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony Cruz, Nashiem Myrick

Lyric:
Just like a motion picture, gun fire froze a nigga
Compose the liquor, caused me to stager, stumble over quicker
Duckin' low, wit the four four, tryin' to bust and blow
Empty out before the po po come bust the show

Sobered up, knew it was beef, but over what?
Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, they cold as fuck
Tuck my chain in, rose to my feet, no time for aimin'
Back arched, all you saw was sparks, niggas blazin'

One fell, callin' for help, heard him yell
My last shell, tore through his spine, it's time to bail
It's slow motion, dust in my clothes started boatin'
It's bizarre copin', my blood flowin' like the art of goshen
Thoughts racin', hit the corner slow pacin'
No destination, it's up north a nigga facin'

If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks
Money make this world go 'round

I pleed innocent, the love for my freedom is infinite
Thoughts was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal 10 percent
Self defense, incarceration couldn't help repent
Caught in commotion at the time I felt it, felt intense

Him or me, it's misery through my memory
But mentally, outcome wise I feel no sympathy
You know the streets, how some niggas could go for weeks
Rock you slow to sleep, play you for doe, now you know it's beef
Know it's deep, I live my life on the creep
Tinted jeeps, bulletproof coupes move mystique

Let him speak, my dogg is innocent
It was my gats this cat named Roberto it's certain
Desert ease in my skirts end
Let my nigga live while I breed us up a kid face this little bitch

No explanation, speedy trial, fuck the extra waitin'
Hesitatin', they know the time a nigga facin', so what's the verdict?

If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks
Money make this world go 'round

I feel ill inside, though my life is still a ride
Some may criticize, but it's a blessin', that I'm still alive
From all the smoke lit, all the hoes hit, all the cold shit
From comin' that close gettin' my dome split

Spreaded out, so much on my mind, gotta let it out
To live, and die for a cause I feel dead with out
Check my rap sheet, no prior cases, just some tech's beef
Charged with drunk drivin' once, but I was half sleep

Swervin', off of St. Mark's and Burgan, in a rented suburban
I must have dozed when I was turnin'
But peep this, I'm on trial now, no sign of weakness
No secrets, just goin' to court and I'm tryin' to beat this
A new don, another score, another new born, been too long
Here's a dick jury for y'all to chew on

Order in the court, order in the court
That's contempt of court

If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks
Money make this world go 'round

If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks
Money make this world go 'round

If we all gonna die

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Out For Fame - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: Out For Fame
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

Lyric:
Yo right here, right here
It's right through the fence, right through the fence
Jump
Yeah right there, right there
That's the 2's and the 5's
Joe gimme that, the fat, the fat cap, fat cap
Yeah
Aight
Aight, let's do it now, let's do it now
Yeah yeah
Nah gi-gimme the other cap, gimme the other one
Yeah right there
Front Page Entertainment Group
Yeah

"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"Writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall" "
I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
Hah! Hahahaha
All graffiti artists hold tight, hooo
All graffiti artists hold tight, word
Check check check it out y'all
Check check check check check it out y'all

I got twenty-five cans in my knapsack, crossin out the wick-wack
Puttin up my name with a fat cap
Suckers that want to be in my face I just slap that
Big respect to Artifacts, Fat Joey Crack and
Mack and, Bio, and Brim come again
With B.G. 183, recognize me
With the mad colors, I'm a fiend for spraypaint
Laugh if you wanna, I really care if you ain't
Cause you don't me see, and I don't know you
But I do know Cope2, he be gettin walls too
It's the underground community of what we call writers
Worldwide burners, gettin hotter gettin brighter
Whattup Nicer, whattup Razor, whattup Chino
Masta Ase in the place, you know we know
My man Rican, my man Zorro, taught me how to draw
In the yards of the 5 train and the 4
So when I'm on tour I represent the hardcore
I'm taggin up your blackbook sure, I'm out for the fame

"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"Writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
Yeah, check it out check it out check it out one time
Hip-hop music in effect one time

When I was growin up, I had no butcher baker candlestick maker
I had rubbing alcohol and carbon paper
Yeah, carbon paper and a blackboard eraser
Got me chased in the bus yards, with Rican and Nazer
Historically speakin, cause people be dissin
The first graffiti artists in the world were the Egyptians
Writing on the walls, mixing characters with letters
To tell the graphic story about their life, however
Today we do the same thing, with how we rap and draw
We call it hardcore, they call it breakin the law
There used to be a time when rap music was illegal
The cops would come and break up every party when they see you
But now the rap music's making money for the corporate
It's acceptable to flaunt it, now everybody's on it
Graffiti isn't corporate so it gets no respect
Hasn't made a billion dollars for some corporation yet, so
In the name of Phase2, Stay High, Pre-streets
Grab your cans and hit the streets, I'm out for fame

"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
Yeah, hip-hop culture in the house one time
All graffiti artists in the house one time
Yeah
Biggin up the other side things here y'all
The visual, not your video (check it out)

I'm livin in the city, inner city not a farm
Steady bombin til I get fatigue in my arm
Watchin for the beast cause many artists they shot em
And beat em in the yards, while doin a top to bottom
So pass me a can, not of Old Gold
But full blue, sky blue, watch me unfold
With the cold burner, of names you mighta heard of
Like Fab 5 Freddy, Sam Sever
Word to the wise, Futura 2000 recognize
Nation of creation, G Man come alive
Checkin out Revolt and Zephyr
My man Easy, and Rembrandt, Mitch 77
Oh no with the paint we can never dilly-dally
Big up and respect to Con Art in Cali
The Soul Artists, The Rebels, The Rascals, 3YB
United Artists, TAT and Dondi
Yes the other side of hip-hop is representin the visual
Toys we be dissin you, I'm out for fame

"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
Hip-hop in the house one time
Video graf in the house one time
All graffiti artists in the house dig the rhyme
Put up your nine, put up your nine, yeah

Fresh for nineteen-ninety-five
You SUCKERS

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The Maker Makes - Lyrics - Rufus Wainwright

Title: The Maker Makes
Artist: Rufus Wainwright
Composer(s): Rufus Wainwright

Lyric:
One more chain I break
To get me closer to you
One more chain does the maker make
To keep me from bustin' through

One more notch I scratch
To keep me thinkin' of you
One more notch does the maker make
Upon my face so blue

Get along little doggies
Get along little doggies

One more smile I fake
And try my best to be glad
One more smile does the maker make
Because he knows I'm sad

Oh Lord, how I know
Oh Lord, how I see
That only can the maker make
A happy man of me

Get along little doggies
Get along little doggies
Get along

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Hell Yeah (Remix) - Lyrics - Senior - Ginuwine

Title: Hell Yeah (Remix)
Album: Senior
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Gene Thornton Jr., Terrence Le Thornton, Brian Williams, Robert S Kelly

Lyric:
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, Genuine

Chitti chitti bang bang boom like a pow
Everybody up in the club gettin' wild
Drinks everywhere, the crowd is real loud
Looks like we gonna be here for a while
I'm so drunk, I'm just droolin' at the mouth
Tryin' to get somebody to take me to my house, so
So now where my car keys at? And where my money at?
I'm gonna follow y'all to the, ah, where the honeys at
Gimme some cheese, eggs, steaks and grits
And hit the after party with G and them boys Clipse

Your a ooo ooo ooo
Look out for the po po
Ooo ooo ooo
Smokin' on the dro dro
In them Air Force One's and all white band new tees
Plus I got these two honeys tryin' juke on me
You've got the ignition and girl, I've got the key
It's the Pide Piper so people follow me

So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite
So much too many 'cause we ridin' tonight
And it's that pimp talk, that pimp walk
It's big pimpin' over here, playa ya just start
See we're fresh with Air One's, Lexus and big drums
White shirt, plenty chicks, plenty Kris, big fun
Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns
The Prada, the Gucci, it's all in the bird fun

I'm sittin' in my truck, stakin' the club out
Kill this last sip and go wild the fuck out
I walk up in the club with my hands in the air
There's so much coochie in the atmosphere
So girl quit frontin' and get you ass over here
And get yourself a cup of this Cran and Belvedere
I'm all off in the corner with honey's taking flicks
Baby in the VIP with lots of chicks
I'm pimped now, low cut and a pic
G and Big Tymers together, that's a hit

Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like hell? Yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
24's like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell? Yeah

Oh what? It's on me?
Let's go

I'm in the club with it on me homie
And homie you don't know me, I don't want it
I just want to find a roney to go home with
Not hold the phone with, spend money on it
Chick, I'm on gotta have her own shit
And no, I'm never lonely or alone without that chrome
And I only keep it on me just in case we don't click
Don't confuse the club atmosphere, we're strapped in here
And just might explain malisses mack affair

55 thousand Prada pink wrist
Two years ago, nigga never pictured this
Raise up the Kris, watch the bottle shake up
Rollie like it was dipped in foundation, makeup
Nah Ma, this is not your Jacob
This is what you call presidential cake up
Shake your money maker until the night break up
Then be on your way as soon as your ass wake up

Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like hell? Yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
24's like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell? Yeah

Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like hell? Yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
24's like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell? Yeah

Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix

It's the cash, money y'all, it's The Clipse y'all
It's Ginuwine y'all, The Pide Piper y'all
Cash, money y'all, it's The Clipse y'all
It's Ginuwine y'all, The Pipe Piper y'all

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