This Ain'T What Love Is About - Lyrics - Make It Good - A1

Title: This Ain'T What Love Is About
Album: Make It Good
Artist: A1
Composer(s): Ben Adams, Christian Ingebrigtsen

Lyric:
Wherever we go, same old story
Say you can't take no more and you wanna go home
I give up, I don't know, just how to keep going
When I see tears roll down your face, oh no

Oh, you got me going 'round and 'round
Yeah, you got my life and turned it upside down

You make it going 'round and 'round in circles
Going down, down, down
We keep talking 'bout the same old things
We keep covering the same old ground
Yeah, we keep going around and I got to get out
This ain't what love is about

The clocks keep on turning
The days come and go
I think of you and know
I can't let your memory go

Oh, you got me, help me off the ground
Yeah, you got my life and turned it upside down

You make it going 'round and 'round in circles
Going down, down, down
We keep talking 'bout the same old things
We keep covering the same old ground
Yeah, we keep going around and I got to get out
This ain't what love is about
This ain't what love is about

There's one way to cross this river
But I don't know if I can deliver
I feel broke, I'm down on my knees
We can't go on like this

Yeah, we keep going 'round and 'round in circles
Going down, down, down
We keep on talking 'bout the same old things
We keep covering the same old ground

Yeah, we keep going 'round and 'round in circles
Going down, down, down
We keep on talking 'bout the same old things
We keep covering the same old ground

Yeah, we keep going 'round and 'round
Got to get out, down, down, down
This ain't what love is all about
The same old things, the same old things
This ain't what love is all about

'Round and 'round, down, down ,down
This ain't what love is about
The same old things, the same old things
Oh, girl

'Round and 'round
Got to get out

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What About Us - Lyrics - Thug World Order - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: What About Us
Album: Thug World Order
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): C Scruggs, S Howse, B Mccane, A Henderson, Armando Colon

Lyric:
(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

It's for my, incarcerated niggaz
That stuck in the pin they coming home
Gotta stay strong 'cause you ain't alone
Remember you always got love from home
But still this pain and may not know it
I'm a boy and I gotta show it
I hear them cries from the babies
I wish they had a chance don't wanna blow it

But unemployed for all the little girls and boys
You got to love your mom and daddy
And make them wonder why you give them ploys
Oh boy, its getting deep but more expensive then ever cheap
But what about that little nigga running the streets
Making a living through his beats?

What about these whack ass politicians?
They don't care if we live or die
What about that elderly barely breathing? Gotta survive on SSI
They say America, it's the land of the free
And home of the brave it's mass hysteria
So bring your knees and hope we can fight and if bury us

At least we can live as we believe
Dog ain't ever gonna break our pride
Ain't nothing you can do to keep us weak
And all of my soldiers come together
Get on your feet and get ready to bust
What about this war against terrorism
(Fuck that)
And what about this war against us

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

What about them thugs that's dead and gone?
What about them thugs that ain't even grown?
What about them thugs that out here lost
And ain't ever gonna find their way home?
Suspicion got you furious, so grab your shit and listen up
It's violence and violence, it's the only way their gonna respect us
If it's this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time
Know we gone, how they sleep at night if they know they be lying

This shit we deal wit', we young black and fit less
Living in the ghetto to ghetto
And ghetto to ghetto 'cause ghetto is all we know
They beat us down for dumb shit, they lock us up for dumb shit
Find out that I'm innocent and still gotta fight for money they owe me
And they wonder why we riot in the damn streets
They can't hold us down we getting all that money

And watch what I tell ya, everybody wants some
How they get it they don't care
Try to kick it when you spittin' real smooth
But they listening in my business, trying to fuck up my move

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

Dead niggaz, I've been to war
Been tall with shit, I seen it all
Like soap operas from ghetto stars
I can tell when rappers getting bored, really
Sometimes she a bitch, sometimes my lady
And times when niggaz die, she help like I was a baby
The simplest things in life were always the best
Breathing you ass back inhaling when chronic in your chest

Hey, somebody call my momma and help me one more time
Before I die my momma, she carry me no comma
Niggaz bitches and drama
I recollect walking and stoppin'
Cops not even checking on me
Juvenile delinquent and baby y'all be respecting me
The B.O. it taking me in
Whether we saving fuck the last thing we did
And let the cops see all the shit that I did

Like spittin' on them foxies skied up
In the palm of my dick
This is the life that I love
This is the life that I live
And it's a life full of lust nigga

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

My partner called me after court
He said they got 25 to life just for slingin' some dope
They making some cheese just to feed their folks
And they like somebody won't go home
It's sad 'cause its sadder for us
What about our boys and young girls
In their wicked young world?

Coming to school wit' heaters bustin' their teachers
Whatever happened to family and humanity we posses
What about our babies, that struggling in this mess, don't streets
Crooked coppers scaring the niggaz off in the hood
What about them niggaz that get blown off this block if they good?

See most of the niggaz still on the street
Still struggling and hustlin' trying to get something to eat
Some of them resting in piece and some will never get free
Bone Thug gotta show love, keep it real and really real
And let 'em know about us

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?

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Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) - Lyrics - All For You - Janet Jackson

Title: Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You)
Album: All For You
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Terry Lewis, Carly Simon, Janet Jackson, James Iii Harris

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Lyric:
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

You're such a romantic hero
The way you dress and look yourself over
It's no wonder you would ponder that image
Of your greedy self in the mirror

Go on

Sharp shooter into breakin? hearts
A baby jiggalo, a sex pistol
Hollerin? at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk

Know why you?re feelin? on that girl?s behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin? your work until you think you find
Who?s goin? home with you tonight

Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who?s your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?

Oh, What you gonna tell her after she discovers
You don?t really love her?
Oh, it?s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot ?em up

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too

Son of a gun

You tell 'em, Carly
Clouds in my coffee
Go on
Clouds in my coffee

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too

Sweatin? me but I?m not you?re type
You think you irk me and you?re so right
I?d rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach house

No, I ain?t gonna go and act a fool
And be the lead story on the nigga news
Not me, sucker, I?d never be your lover
I?d rather make you suffer, you stupid motha fucker

Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who?s your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?

Oh, what you gonna tell her after she discovers
You don?t really love her?
Oh, it?s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot ?em up

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too
(Let's dance)

You tell 'em, Carly

Clouds of various shapes and sizes
Most guys like to evaluate their prizes
We come with so many different tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by Nick
Nothing in the words refer to Nick

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what you?re gonna do, I ain?t ?bout to run
You have just run out of ammunition
(I'm storm cloud, baby)
Shootin? blanks now, you son of a gun
(You can roll like thunder all over me)

No, no, no, no, no
It?s not what you say, it?s what you do
You?re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
Janet and me, thick as thieves
Never met jet but I'll venture a bet
There's a common threat to our common dream
Tell 'em, Carly
And if it wasn't for that damned cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

Who do you think you are, Rambo?
Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody to make somebody like me proud
You tell 'em, Carly
In the encyclopedia of clouds?
Alright now
No no no no
It's not what you say, it's what you do
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you

You tell 'em, Carly
You probably think this song is about you
Tell 'em now
Yeah, you probably think this song is about you
That's right, girl
Is about you
Go on
Is about you
Go on
Is about you
You probably think this song is about you

You son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

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Son Of A Gun (Remix) - Lyrics - Janet Jackson

Title: Son Of A Gun (Remix)
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Terry Lewis, Carly Simon, Janet Jackson, James Iii Harris

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Lyric:
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

You're such a romantic hero
The way you dress and look yourself over
It's no wonder you would ponder that image
Of your greedy self in the mirror

Go on

Sharp shooter into breakin? hearts
A baby jiggalo, a sex pistol
Hollerin? at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk

Know why you?re feelin? on that girl?s behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin? your work until you think you find
Who?s goin? home with you tonight

Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who?s your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?

Oh, What you gonna tell her after she discovers
You don?t really love her?
Oh, it?s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot ?em up

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too

Son of a gun

You tell 'em, Carly
Clouds in my coffee
Go on
Clouds in my coffee

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too

Sweatin? me but I?m not you?re type
You think you irk me and you?re so right
I?d rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach house

No, I ain?t gonna go and act a fool
And be the lead story on the nigga news
Not me, sucker, I?d never be your lover
I?d rather make you suffer, you stupid motha fucker

Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who?s your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?

Oh, what you gonna tell her after she discovers
You don?t really love her?
Oh, it?s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot ?em up

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too
(Let's dance)

You tell 'em, Carly

Clouds of various shapes and sizes
Most guys like to evaluate their prizes
We come with so many different tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by Nick
Nothing in the words refer to Nick

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what you?re gonna do, I ain?t ?bout to run
You have just run out of ammunition
(I'm storm cloud, baby)
Shootin? blanks now, you son of a gun
(You can roll like thunder all over me)

No, no, no, no, no
It?s not what you say, it?s what you do
You?re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
Janet and me, thick as thieves
Never met jet but I'll venture a bet
There's a common threat to our common dream
Tell 'em, Carly
And if it wasn't for that damned cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

Who do you think you are, Rambo?
Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody to make somebody like me proud
You tell 'em, Carly
In the encyclopedia of clouds?
Alright now
No no no no
It's not what you say, it's what you do
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you

You tell 'em, Carly
You probably think this song is about you
Tell 'em now
Yeah, you probably think this song is about you
That's right, girl
Is about you
Go on
Is about you
Go on
Is about you
You probably think this song is about you

You son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

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Just A Little In & Out - Lyrics - Rupaul

Title: Just A Little In & Out
Artist: Rupaul
Composer(s): Rupaul Andre Charles, Kristine Weitz

Lyric:
Ooh, I kiss your shoulder, move on up against you
Feel my breath around you, that's how I wanna hold ya
Ooh, I taste your body, sweat though I ain't been there yet
I know it's something we won't soon forget, no

Don't want to hear you say you love me
(You know that, that would be a lie)
Sex and love are two different things, ooh, baby
(Do I really have to tell you why?)

This ain't forever, this is for now
(I really want to show you how)
So, tell me what's the fuss all about, oh

It's just a little in and out, aah, aah, oh, yeah
It's just a little in and out, aah, aah, oh, yeah, yeah, baby

I, do what I do so well, you'll think I'm hot as hell
You'll feel the fire, we're gonna burn some rubber
Ooh, attraction is so strong, just wanna turn you on
My motor's runnin', drive it all night long
(Just do it)

Don't want to hear you say you love me
(You know that, that would be a lie)
Sex and love are two different things, ooh, baby
(Do I really have to tell you why?)

This ain't forever, this is for now
(I really want to show you how)
So, tell me what's the fuss all about, oh

It's just a little in and out, aah, aah, oh, yeah
It's just a little in and out, aah, aah, oh, yeah, yeah, baby

In the dark, I want to be your
Me and you I'll make it good for you
Oh, my baby, oh, my baby, now

We come and go
Come and go hit the door, don't nobody need to know
Ain't nobody's business, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

You got what I want, I got what you need
Wasting time to wine and dine me
I don't want love and affection
I just need a love injection
Point, aim, shoot in my direction

I'm the trannie mack taste good like baby back
Slip-n-slide, up inside, down deep
I thought you knew, ain't no other bitch like ru

Don't want to hear you say you love me
(You know that, that would be a lie)
Sex and love are two different things, ooh, baby
(Do I really have to tell you why?)

This ain't forever, this is for now
(I really want to show you how)
So, tell me what's the fuss all about, oh, oh
(It's just a little in and out)

Don't want to hear you say you love me
(You know that, that would be a lie)
Sex and love are two different things, ooh, baby
(Do I really have to tell you why?)

This ain't forever, this is for now
(I really want to show you how)
So, tell me what's the fuss all about, oh, oh
(It's just a little in and out)

Don't want to hear you say you love me
(Aah, aah, ooh, yeah, it's just a little in and out)
Sex and love are two different things
(Yeah, it's just a little in and out)

This ain't forever, this is for now
(It's just a little in and out)
So, tell me what's the fuss all about, oh
(It's just a little in and out)

Aah, aah, ooh, yeah

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Don'T Gotta Go Home - Lyrics - After The Storm - Monica

Title: Don'T Gotta Go Home
Album: After The Storm
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Ryan Bowser, Antoine Macon, Monica Arnold

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Lyric:
Grr yeah
I mean we all men, we all men
We know how the shit go love one, fuck another
I mean, it is what it is, it is what it is
I mean, we knew what it was, when we became a part of it (yeah)
Ain't no sense whinin' about it now, feel me?
It's like

There's something on your mind (What!)
I can see right through you
I know your girl been treatin' you wrong (Yea!)
But she ain't no good for you
Why do you hold it inside (Uh!)
Boy you should let me know
I just want to make you right
Wanna be the one you could cry on

Baby, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight
You got time for a nigga, or is he still with you?
Wanna meet at the same spot, or should I come and get you?
Aight, I'll be there in 10, be in the front
I been gettin' what I need so I'ma give you what you want
One-on-one, cause you know how to talk to Dog
You walk the dog and understand New York is hard, baby

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uhh I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm gon' be right there
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?

It's kinda strange, that when you call (mmm)
She's never home
Now you're there all alone
And, you deserve so much more baby (What!)
I can treat you better than she can (What!)
It doesn't make sense
To keep on loving, and keep on trusting
When, in return all you get is nothing

Damn, you got me fucked up and I'm feelin' it more
Never had a mis-tress dis-tressed before
Oh come on ma, like it ain't that deep
Like ain't no love there, like I don't hate that I gotta creep
We go to sleep in each others arms (Yea!)
And I feel like this is where I belong
If lovin' you is right then I ain't wrong
This is the same ol' song, wife and fam
Gotta be a father and husband but I'm still yo' man, baby

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uhh I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm gon' be right there
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?

This situation's getting critical (uh-huh!)
I watch so many tears fall (uh-huh!)
I know she's not what you want (uh-huh!)
So why you keep on holding on? (GRR)
When I'm right here (What!)
All you need to do is call (What!)
Don't be afraid (Yea!)
'Cause she won't know at, Alll

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uhh I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm gon' be right there
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uhh I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm gon' be right there
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?

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Don'T Gotta Go Home - Lyrics - Grand Champ - Dmx

Title: Don'T Gotta Go Home
Album: Grand Champ
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Ryan Bowser, Antoine Macon, Monica Arnold

Lyric:
Grrr, yeah
I mean we all men, we all men
We know how the shit go, love one, fuck another
I mean, it is what it is, it is what it is
I mean, we knew what it was
When we became a part of it
(Yeah)
Ain't no sense whinin' about it now
Feel me? It's like

There's something on your mind
(What?)
I can see right through you
I know your girl been treatin' you wrong
(Yeah)
But she ain't no good for you

Why do you hold it inside
(Uhh)
Boy you should let me know
I just want to make you right
Wanna be the one you could cry on

Baby, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight
You got time for a nigga or is he still with you?
Wanna meet at the same spot or should I come and get you?

Aight, I'll be there in 10, be in the front
I been gettin' what I need so I'ma give you what you want
One-on-one, 'cause you know how to talk to Dog
You walk the dog and understand New York is hard, baby

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uhh, I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm gon' be right there

Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things
And I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?

It's kinda strange, that when you call
(Mmm)
She's never home
Now you're there all alone
And, you deserve so much more baby
(What?)

I can treat you better than she can
(What?)
It doesn't make sense
To keep on loving and keep on trusting
When in return all you get is nothing

Damn, you got me fucked up and I'm feelin' it more
Never had a mistress distressed before
Oh, come on ma, like it ain't that deep
Like ain't no love there, like I don't hate that I gotta creep
We go to sleep in each others arms
(Yeah)

And I feel like this is where I belong
If lovin' you is right then I ain't wrong
This is the same ol' song, wife and fam
Gotta be a father and husband but I'm still yo' man, baby

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uhh, I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm gon' be right there

Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things
And I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?

This situation's getting critical
(Uh-huh)
I watch so many tears fall
(Uh-huh)
I know she's not what you want
(Uh-huh)

So why you keep on holding on?
(Grrr)
When I'm right here
(What?)

All you need to do is call
(What?)
Don't be afraid
(Yeah)
'Cause she won't know at all

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uhh, I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm gon' be right there

Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things
And I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uhh, I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm gon' be right there

Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things
And I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?

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Virginia - Lyrics - Lord Willin - Clipse

Title: Virginia
Album: Lord Willin
Artist: Clipse
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Gene Thornton, Terrence Thornton, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
You ready to do this, nigga?
You ready to come down here?
It's Virginia, nigga
We do this in broad daylight
It's a whole different degree of homicide, nigga
You ready?

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
(Talk about, what?)
Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome next to my bones
Alters my walk to limpin'
(Home sweet home)
Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans
By all means, lost it all, from lives to love
Put my faith in my money, help me rise above
See I turned to the Lord when them times got tough
Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and shoved

In that ole' Virginey
Out of ten niggas, nine are guinea
No money, all they know is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat like Caribbean summers, I been there
Each year, a different bitch wonder
Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind
Look ma, that's right up my alley
I love my family, I want them all happy

In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the chase was wild
But what's the fuss about?
See, plenty my partners feelin' like O.J. beat
Murder like the shit is ok, that's what our door say
Talk the evil that men do, I'm lost in the mental
I miss you shampoo, we miss you shampoo
And your grams, too

My nigga
Fo sho

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
(Talk about, what?)
Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
(Talk about, what?)
Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

Seem like they all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now they guessin' my weight
They fast to predict the outcome of my fate
Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk around like he swear he the shit
You right on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are some things that you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick with the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or when's it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you really being funny on the slide
Now face down, layin' on your tummy, or you die
I tried being humble, humble get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck

Plus, what I look like spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't dress this well
I reside in VA, ride in VA
Most likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate here for out of towners
Who think that they gon' move weight here
Ironic, the same same place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same land they used to hang niggas at

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
(Talk about, what?)
Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
(Talk about, what?)
Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

Young'n
(Talk about, what?)
This is real, young'n
(Talk about, what?)
You lookin' into a whole different world, young'n
(Talk about, what?)
This is real
Live

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Frontin - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: Frontin
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Nathan Perez, Hakeem Seriki

Lyric:
Let's get 'em happy
Go

Y'all ain't about nothing, y'all ain't about nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Y'all niggaz just hate, y'all niggaz just hate
Y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake

You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate
But when you saying what you saying, you just say it to my face

Yeah you see him? You see him bow beat him down lean him down
Your breathing sound like you now layin' down sleepin'
You be surrounded or found on the ground bleedin'
You see him how he look now and he ain't found a reason

My reason is that they won't have to persuade
Me to have the courage to walk right up and say it to your face
A faker never know he fake, a hater never admit he hate
By the time they figure it out is probably gon' be too late

Grinning up your face is like you tryin' to let me know
That you ain't really happy how how I'm getting all this dough
Let the truth be told tell me is your friend a foe
Better make it clear or get mistaken for a hoe

And then you take him to the floor, I can't ignore it if you're talking
But I hope that what you talking ain't about running up or robbing
Walk around like everybody is the enemy just for precaution
I get no surprised and have to see an early coffin

Y'all ain't about nothing, y'all ain't about nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Y'all niggaz just hate, y'all niggaz just hate
Y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake

You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate
But when you saying what you saying, you just say it to my face

And what you smokin', your brain clouded
Yet the pine got your mind polluted
You got some smarts in your mind hey it's time use it
Your friends arrive talkin down on the loud music
Them niggaz's lying plus them concept is gettin' included

How could they tell you, you was built to last
You built like a boxing bag, put a whoopin' on that ass
See us approachin' that set in motion in that hour glass
Wrong words are built too fast, find your exit and dash

Lookin' for crabs in a bucket tryin' criticize me
But they do it around them niggaz don't say it around me
And if they do us opposite how they feel about me
Turn my back and they relax and talk that lip behind me

I see you a busta and I'ma bust ya in your lip
Put some lipstick in my fist, throwin' you a kiss
Since I see that you a sucker, suck a gasoline dick
Put it right up to your lip, put a lighter to the tip

Y'all ain't about nothing, y'all ain't about nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Y'all niggaz just hate, y'all niggaz just hate
Y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake

You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate
But when you saying what you saying, you just say it to my face

Where you from?
Act like you know I'm from the south
We ain't playin', what you sayin'?
I can't hear you when you talk

What you want?
What you sayin' out your mouth?
We ain't playin', what you sayin'?
I can't hear you when you talk

Where you from?
Act like you know I'm from the south
We ain't playin', what you sayin'?
I can't hear you when you talk

What you want?
What you sayin' out your mouth?
We ain't playin', what you sayin'?
I can't hear you when you talk

Y'all ain't about nothing, y'all ain't about nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Y'all niggaz just hate, y'all niggaz just hate
Y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake, y'all fake

You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing
Y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin', y'all frontin'
Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate
But when you saying what you saying, you just say it to my face

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I Wanna Hear You Say It - Lyrics - Michael Bolton

Title: I Wanna Hear You Say It
Artist: Michael Bolton
Composer(s): Michael Bolton, Rudy Perez, Billy Mann

Lyric:
Gimme back my breath, gimme back my senses
Gimme back my life, all my second chances
If I'm gonna give my all, never be without you
Tell me will you catch my fall 'cause I'm about to

Love is written on your face
Do you believe in what you've found?
I'll be lost in time and space until I hear that sound

I wanna hear you say it, doesn't get any better than this
If this ain't really love then tell me baby what it is
Without you I can't breathe, what do you promise me
I wanna hear you say it, I wanna hear you say it

Gimme back my pride, take away this silence
Gimme back my faith, show me where this road ends
Take away my choice, deliver me forever
You can free me with your voice even if you whisper

Love is written on your face
Do you believe in what you've found?
I'll be lost in time and space until I hear that sound

I wanna hear you say it, doesn't get any better than this
If this ain't really love then tell me baby what it is
Without you I can't breathe, what do you promise me
I wanna hear you say it, I wanna hear you say it

Don't make me wait for it, you know I ache for it
Don't make me break down and walk away
Your eyes have said to me, walk to the ledge with me
We're on the edge baby, tell me what I need to know

I wanna hear you say it, doesn't get any better than this
If this ain't really love then tell me baby what it is

I wanna hear you say it, doesn't get any better than this
If this ain't really love then tell me baby what it is
Without you I can't breathe, what do you promise me
I wanna hear you say it, I wanna hear you say it

I wanna hear you say, doesn't get any better than this
If this ain't really love then tell me baby what it is
Without you I can't breathe, what do you promise me
I wanna hear you say it, I wanna hear you say it

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Nothing Out There For Me - Lyrics - Under Construction - Missy Elliott

Title: Nothing Out There For Me
Album: Under Construction
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Craig Xavier Brockman, Nisan C Stewart, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
There ain't nothin' out there
A Missy Elliot exclusive

I know one thing Beyonce betta' not answer this phone
Hundred ladies get in free
I ain't even got no money even shoe
We supposed to be been at the club
Beyonce, I know you ain't lettin' that broke down insecure
LL Cool J wannabe nigga keep you in the house for another friday
Just just go ahead I' must stay here with my man
Ain't nothin out there for me

My man don't like my friends
Girl your man ain't no good why he tryna keep you in?
He say they influence me
If I was an influence I'd a been said "Leave"
But boy I love him so
Girl, we late for the club why you still don't wanna roll
'Cause I got my prize right here
But see there's guys at the party
Ain't nothin' out there for me

Ain't nothin' out there for me
This is where I wanna be
I donno I've already been in the streets
And I ain't come across nothin' so sweet
He's the only man that I love
And I don't need more than one
So don't worry when I'm hangin' out
He's the only one that I'm thinkin' about

I know he's insecure everytime I leave out the door
Are you letting him spoil your night live your life you ain't even his wife?
He ain't gotta worry 'bout me 'cause I got somethin' more sweet
Oh! You must gotta diamond ring
And I know I'm so lucky ain't nothin'

Ain't nothin' out there for me
This is where I wanna be
I donno I've already been in the streets
And I ain't come across nothing so sweet
He's the only man that I love
And I don't need more than one
So don't worry when I'm hangin' out
He's the only one that I'm thinkin' about

You can love him he's my baby for sure
I assure him I love him more than ever before
And he don't owe me love like a dumb happy man
I adore him and no one had me out there like that
Nigga love him he's my baby for sure
I assure him I love him more than ever before
And he don't owe me love like a dumb happy man
I adore him and no man has come closer than him

Ain't nothin' out there for me
This is where I wanna be
I donno I've already been in the streets
And I ain't come across nothin' so sweet
He's the only man that I love
And I don't need more than one
So don't worry when I'm hangin' out
He's the only one that I'm thinkin' about

Look you goin' or what?
Go ahead I must stay here with my man, ain't nothin' out there for me
There's a lot of guys with cash and they like to spend money fast
Now is you sure about that?
I'm chillin' with my man, what part don't you understand?
Yeah, I'm sure about that
I think you should really go I heard the party is out of control
Make sure, you're sure about that?
I don't care about no club 'cause my man is all I love
Yeah, I'm sure about that
Don't let 'em blow you high, go out and have a nice time
Is you sure about that?
Girl I do not get high and with him I'm spendin' all my time
Yeah, I'm sure about that
Okay stay with your man I'll be at the club doin' my dance

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Streetlove - Lyrics - Street Love - Lloyd

Title: Streetlove
Album: Street Love
Artist: Lloyd
Composer(s): J Cameron, Maurice Sinclair, Lloyd Polite

Lyric:
Street love, street love
Street love, street love

I knew it from the first time you said hello
That you were special
We come from two different worlds? girl I know
But just 'cause I?m hood

It don?t mean that I'm out here trying to get with every girl
I'm just looking for that someone who I can give the world
Please don?t judge me baby, look into my eyes
I ain't playing with you no, girl I got to get you

Baby, your heart is safe with me, oh yes it is
Let me show you what love suppose to be
Girl, I wanna to give you all of this street love
I wanna give it, all of this street love
Baby, your heart is safe with me, take all of my street love

Baby, I don?t wanna to have to let go
Just let me hold you
Your homies say I'm no good I'm ghetto
But just 'cause I'm hood

It don?t mean that I'm out here trying to get with every girl
I just looking for the someone who I could give the world
Please don?t judge me baby look in to my eyes
I ain?t playing with you, no, girl I got to get you, ooh

Baby, your heart is safe with me
Let me show you what love suppose to be
(I want to show you love, I want to show you love)
Girl, I want to give you all of this street love, all of this street love
(Every little bit of it)
Baby, your heart is safe with me, take all of my street love

Baby, don?t you hold back, don?t you want to give it
(Just want to give you all my love)
Baby, don?t you hold back, don?t you want to give it
(This is how I feel about you)

Baby, don?t you hold back, don?t you want to give it
(Even though we come from two different worlds)
Baby, don?t you hold back, don?t you want to give it, give it
(There?s something real about you)

Baby, don?t you hold back, don?t you want to give it
(Girl, don?t be scared to follow your heart)
Baby, don?t you hold back, don?t you want to give it
Baby, don?t you hold back, don?t you want to give it
(I'll never ever hurt you, you deserve me)
Baby, don?t you hold back, don?t you want to give it, give it

Baby, your heart is safe with
Let me show you what love suppose to be
(I girl I just wanna give you)
I want to give you all of this street love, all of this street love
Baby, your heart is safe with me, take all of my street love

Baby, your heart is safe with
Let me show you what love suppose to be
I want to give you all of this street love
I want to give you all of this street love
Baby, your heart is safe with me, take all of my street love

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Ain'T No Way - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: Ain'T No Way
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Swizz beats
Nigga, ryde or die
DMX what, what, what

Ain't no way you're gonna stop my flow
Ain't no way ya niggaz you just don't know
But niggaz is about to go, oh no, oh no

Ain't no way you're gonna stop my shine
Ain't no way you niggaz wanna stop mine
Ya niggaz must be out yo mind, I don't know why

Now what the fuck is you niggaz pressin' me for?
I saw more ass than a hoe and you stressin' the raw
If I was testin' your jaw, maybe then you would respect me
But you can't respect me 'cuz you don't even know me nigga check me

I'm that motherfucker that'll put you to sleep, while you sleepin'
Then die from a hundred feet, you just knew you was creepin'
Bad decisions lead to last decisions
Fast collision, now yo ass is missin'

Take it over there now you bring it back to the streets
Have you forgotten what it means when a dog shows his teeth?
Let me break it down for you he's about to attack you
Still standin' here faggot? You must want me to smack you

You ain't been there or done that, fuck is y'all niggaz tellin' me
I'm the only nigga, walkin' the streets with four felonies
But peep this, I see shit is hard, niggaz is strugglin'
Leave rap alone for a little while, go back to hustlin'

Ain't no way you're gonna stop my flow
Ain't no way ya niggaz you just don't know
But niggaz is about to go, oh no, oh no

Ain't no way you're gonna stop my shine
Ain't no way you niggaz wanna stop mine
Ya niggaz must be out yo mind, I don't know why

Give it to niggaz just how they give it to, me
Hit 'em in a rhyme because I'm an MC
Been a lot of places most niggaz won't, see
That's why I'm at a level that y'all niggaz won't, be

Let your man hold somethin' now he want, more
You ain't no fuckin' killer what was the front, for
It was a time when the world was at your front, door
Now they change places, niggaz want, raw

Niggaz laughed at me and was mad at me
'Cuz the way life was goin' had to be a, tragedy
But after me, it's over, I'ma take the whole verse
I'm tryin' to keep it real that's why I let y'all niggaz go first

But you looked a gift horse right in the mouth, didn't appreciate
What you got when you got it, so if I see it, I'ma dot it, where to hide it
You gotta car better drive it the fuck up outta here
And hope and pray I don't pull up alongside it, come on

Ain't no way you're gonna stop my flow
Ain't no way ya niggaz you just don't know
But niggaz is about to go, oh no, oh no

Ain't no way you're gonna stop my shine
Ain't no way you niggaz wanna stop mine
Ya niggaz must be out yo mind, I don't know why

Niggaz don't know so I gotta flip
It seem they've forgotten how dark it could get
Barks like a pit, scratch when I hit
We both know you pussy but you stay talkin' shit

What I'ma have to do dog, run up in yo mess
Catch you while you comfortable put one up in yo chest
One up in yo vest, of course they the hollows
You goin' away today, you just lost tomorrow

I'ma go platinum you gots to be kiddin' why
Make it double platinum, no bullshittin'
And I'ma stay flippin' flows, rippin' shows
Strippin' ho's, gettin' dough let me go

And nigaz know, who the best is the dog, DMX is
The rest is or might as well be helpless, I wreck this
'Cuz when I wreck shit, I might snatch a niggaz necklace
Then go from like midnight to breakfast, come on

Ain't no way you're gonna stop my flow
Ain't no way ya niggaz you just don't know
But niggaz is about to go, oh no, oh no

Ain't no way you're gonna stop my shine
Ain't no way you niggaz wanna stop mine
Ya niggaz must be out yo mind, I don't know why

Ain't no way you're gonna stop my flow
Ain't no way ya niggaz you just don't know
But niggaz is about to go, oh no, oh no

Ain't no way you're gonna stop my shine
Ain't no way you niggaz wanna stop mine
Ya niggaz must be out yo mind, I don't know why

Ain't no way you're gonna stop my flow
Ya niggaz you just don't know
But niggaz is about to go, oh no, oh no

Way you're gonna stop my shine
You niggaz wanna stop mine
You must be out of your motherfucking mind

I love it, I love it

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Love Shot - Lyrics - So Real - Mandy Moore

Title: Love Shot
Album: So Real
Artist: Mandy Moore
Composer(s): Evan Rogers, Carl Sturken

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Lyric:
Here we are now face to face, gonna make it very clear
'Cause I don't have time to waste if your heart is insincere
Tonight is gonna be the night and tell ya how it's gonna be
I gonna give my love to you if you give it back to me

That's the way I planned it, that's our destiny
It only takes a minute to come and go with me
There ain't no doubt about it, I'm so into you
Tell you just what I'm gonna do

Hit you with my love shot
Tell me can ya handle this or is it too hot?
Only gonna take one kiss to show what I've got
'Cause I won't stop with my love shot, oh, yeah

I don't care what you did before 'cause now it's a brand new game
I'm everything you're searchin' for and you'll never be the same
Real love is what I'm all about, don't ya know that I play full key?
So if you wanna treat me right, then you'll get the best for me

There's no way to fight it, there's no where to hide
No words to explain what I'm feeling deep inside
Take you on a journey, sure to satisfy
Baby, come along for the ride

Hit you with my love shot
Tell me can ya handle this or is it too hot?
Only gonna take one kiss to show what I've got
'Cause I won't stop with my love shot

I'm here for you, you're here for me
And this is how it's meant to be, you can't deny it
I'll take you up, I'll take you down
I'll show you what real love's about, come on and try it

That's the way I planned it, that's our destiny
It only takes a minute to come and go with me
There ain't no doubt about it, I'm so into you
Tell you just what I'm gonna do

Hit you with my love shot
Tell me can ya handle this or is it too hot?
Only gonna take one kiss to show what I've got
'Cause I won't stop with my love shot

Hit you with my love shot
Tell me can ya handle this or is it too hot?
Only gonna take one kiss to show what I've got
'Cause I won't stop with my love shot

I'm here for you, you're here for me
And this is how it's meant to be, you can't deny it
I'll take you up, I'll take you down
I'll show you what real love's about, come on and try it

Hit you with my love shot
Tell me can ya handle this or is it too hot?
Only gonna take one kiss to show what I've got
'Cause I won't stop with my love shot
Hit you with my love shot

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Life We Chose(Part 2) - Lyrics - Nas

Title: Life We Chose(Part 2)
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Leshawn Lewis, Fred Wesley Jr, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
To my niggaz huh, we all we got
Let's hold it down though, y'know?
However it's gon' go down
This what we gotta deal with y'know? Yo

It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke

This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo, but yo
This life is the only life I know

Gold bathtubs, makin' love to my queen
Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin' up green
Statues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wall
My lifestyle's like the Forbes Magazine

Closets, full of rockets and submachines
Take this nigga out the projects and his thug team
Yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides
Mr. Child both coasts with the most loud toast

Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dyin'
'Cause it's hard to fuck around when we dealin' with science
My enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play it
They never know we enemies until they hear me say it

Till they kid's on the phone sayin', "Please, Daddy pay it"
Till they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement
High-class elegance, you respect or you hiss
You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fence

It's strategic, how these niggaz want you to think
You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep
Why you stink? Yo, these streets don't allow you to blink
You get showered by lead, comin' out with your mink
Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagles

Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico
It's hard fuckin' with niggaz you hope you can trust
You a fool if your main bitch is easy to fuck
And you've got money, is these hoes greedy or what?
Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin' you stuck

It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke

This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo
This life is the only life I know

Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough?
He wanna stick you
What's love, you got beef? Nobody rollin' wit you
What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care
Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?

What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe
And you don't even let him know, 'cause you fucked her befo'
What's real, when you talk behind a man's back
Then you see him and give him dap, now explain that?

What's trust, when they separate your case
When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face
What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
And he never crossed you but you claimin' he's fam'?

What's trust, when you get bust, your niggaz don't retaliate?
They blaze purple haze with 'em the next day?
God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, I'ma go haywire
Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire

But everybody's different, you won't know how you react
Till you in that position, and that's an actual fact
The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?
You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you

Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90
On your deathbed you regret bein' grimy
What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug?
A ghetto child raised around drugs, till he's old enough to bust slugs?

Then what's jail, to rehabilitate or to make a nigga worse
When he come home to catch another case?
Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it
You did it, heaven or hell or prison

Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin', get your weight up
Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya
You gettin' older player, look at those who gave up

It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke

This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo
This life is the only life I know

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