Til I Hear It From You - Lyrics - Outside Looking In: The Best Of The Gin Blossoms - Gin Blossoms

Title: Til I Hear It From You
Album: Outside Looking In: The Best Of The Gin Blossoms
Artist: Gin Blossoms
Composer(s): Jesse Valenzuela, Marshall Crenshaw, Robin Wilson

Lyric:
I didn't ask, they shouldn't have told me
At first I'd laugh, but now
It's sinking in fast, whatever they've sold me

Well baby, I don't want to take advice from fools
I'll just figure everything is cool
Until I hear it from you

It gets hard, the memory's faded
Who gets what they say?
It's likely they're just jealous and jaded

Well maybe, I don't want to take advice from fools
I'll just figure everything is cool
Until I hear it from you
Until I hear it from you

I can't let it get me off
Or break up my train of thought
As far as I know, nothin's wrong
Until I hear it from you

Still thinkin' about not living without it
Outside lookin' in
'Til we're talking about not steppin' around it

Maybe, I don't want to take advice from fools
I'll just figure everything is cool
Until I hear it from you
Until I hear it from you

Until I hear it from you
Until I hear it from you
Until I hear it from you

Until I hear it from you
Until I hear it from you
Until I hear it from you

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Holla If Ya Hear Me - Lyrics - Resurrection Soundtrack - 2pac

Title: Holla If Ya Hear Me
Album: Resurrection Soundtrack
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Kevin Rhames, Barret Strong, Norman Jesse Whitfield, George Jr Clinton, Live Squad Randy Walker, Tupac Shakur, David L Spradley, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Ahh yeah, uhh uhh
Holler if ya hear me, yeah

Here we go, turn it up, let's start
From block to block we snatchin' hearts and jackin' marks
And the punk police can't fade me
And maybe, we can have peace someday G

But right now I got my mind set up
I'm lookin' down the barrel number nine to get up
'Cause it's time to make the playback fat
To my brothers on the block, better stay strapped, Black

And accept no substitutes
I bring truth to the youth, tear the roof off the whole school
Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek
In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week

Now we got him in a smash, blast
How long will it last, 'til the po' gettin' mo' cash
Until then, raise up, tell my young black males, blaze up
Life's a mess don't stress, test

I'm givin' but be thankful that you're livin' blessed
Much love to my brothers in the pen
See ya when I free ya, if not, when they shove me in
Once again it's an all out scrap, keep your hands on ya gat
And now ya boys watch ya, Black

Because in the alleys, out in Cali I'm tell ya
Mess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya
Scream, if ya feel me, see it clear?
You're too near me

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

Pump ya fists like this, holler if ya hear me
Pump, pump, if you're pissed
To the sell outs livin' it up
One way or another, you'll be givin' it up

Ooh, I guess 'cause I'm black born
I'm supposed to say peace
Sing songs and get capped on
But it's time for a new plan, bam
I'll be singin' like a one man clan

Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block, gettin' dropped by cops
I'm still around for ya
Keepin' my sound underground for ya

And I'm throwin' a change up
Quayle, like you, never brought my name up
Now my homies in the blackstreets, the backstreets
They fill me when they rollin' in their fat jeeps

This ain't just a rap song or black song
Tellin' all my brothers keep their strap on
And look for me in the struggle
Hustlin' 'til other brothers bubble

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)

Will I quit, will I quit? They claim that
I'm violent but still I keep representin'
Never give up on a good thing
Wouldn't stop it if we could, it's a hood thing

And now I'm like a major threat
'Cause I remind you of the things
You were made to forget

Bring the noise to all my boys
Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real G
Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me

Learn to survive in the nine tre'
I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay
Whatever it takes to live and stand
'Cause nobody else'll give a damn

So we live like caged beasts
Waitin' for the day to let the rage free
Still me, till they kill me
I love it when they fear me

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

(Hard)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Hard)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

Hard, the rebel
Hard, the rebel
Hard, the rebel
...

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Grown Ass Man - Lyrics - Director - Avant

Title: Grown Ass Man
Album: Director
Artist: Avant
Composer(s): Rodney Roy Jerkins, Ricky Lewis, Taurian Adoni Shropshire, Lashawn Ameen Daniels

Lyric:
I'm your director
It's gettin' deep

Yeah, special
Tonight is gon' be special, that's real
You're talkin' good
I can hear every word you sayin' to me
I hope you know you're dealin' wit a grown man
I'll show you honey

Drivin' in the fast lane and my phone rings
I pick up and it's you
Girl ya talkin' right, like you on one, said you're lookin' for
Somebody to serve you and I'm

Gonna give it to you like I'm fresh out of jail and I
Girl, we all alone so it's alright you can yell baby, ooh girl
What a nigga gon' do, ooh
Wanna get in to you, ooh
Make ya body say, ooh ooh

Girl, you ain't gotta be ashamed that
I'm makin' you sound this way 'cause
I'm, I'm not playin'
It's a grown ass man workin' on it
Won't stop 'til I make you say, oh oh oh oh whoa oh

Girl, you ain't gotta be ashamed that
I'm makin' you sound this way 'cause
I'm, I'm not playin'
It's a grown ass man workin' on it
Won't stop 'til I make you say, oh oh oh oh whoa oh
Oh oh oh oh whoa oh

When you're callin', my name
That way, makes me wanna work harder
Let me stroke a little longer
Give you that fix a little stronger, ooh

Gonna lay you down like a nigga fresh out of jail and I
Girl, we all alone so it's alright you can yell baby, ooh girl
What a nigga gon' do, ooh
When I get next to you, ooh
Make ya body say, ooh ooh

Girl, you ain't gotta be ashamed that
I'm makin' you sound this way 'cause
I'm, I'm not playin'
It's a grown ass man workin' on it
Won't stop 'til I make you say, oh oh oh oh whoa oh

Girl, you ain't gotta be ashamed that
I'm makin' you sound this way 'cause
I'm, I'm not playin'
It's a grown ass man workin' on it
Won't stop 'til I make you say, oh oh oh oh whoa oh
Oh oh oh oh whoa oh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh, can't get your leg to stop shakin'
It's like you worn out from this back breakin', yeah
So now that we're done I'll run it back
Ooh, tie you to the bed then, kiss ya back
If you hear what I said then girl relax

I tell you, hoo hoo hoo hoo
Lil' mama show me how you move it, go ahead put your back into it
Do ya thang like it ain't nothin' to it, oh yeah
This is how grown men make real love, if ya moanin', yeah

Girl, you ain't gotta be ashamed that
I'm makin' you sound this way 'cause
I'm, I'm not playin'
It's a grown ass man workin' on it
Won't stop 'til I make you say, oh oh oh oh whoa oh

Girl, you ain't gotta be ashamed that
I'm makin' you sound this way 'cause
I'm, I'm not playin'
It's a grown ass man workin' on it
Won't stop 'til I make you say, oh oh oh oh whoa oh

Girl, you ain't gotta be ashamed that
I'm makin' you sound this way 'cause
I'm, I'm not playin'
It's a grown ass man workin' on it
Won't stop 'til I make you say, oh oh oh oh whoa oh

Girl, you ain't gotta be ashamed that
I'm makin' you sound this way 'cause
I'm, I'm not playin'
It's a grown ass man workin' on it
Won't stop 'til I make you say, oh oh oh oh whoa oh
Oh oh oh oh whoa oh
Oh oh oh oh whoa oh
Oh oh oh oh whoa oh

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Holler If Ya' Hear Me - Lyrics - Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z. - 2pac

Title: Holler If Ya' Hear Me
Album: Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z.
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Kevin Rhames, Barret Strong, Norman Jesse Whitfield, George Jr Clinton, Live Squad Randy Walker, Tupac Shakur, David L Spradley, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Here we go, turn it up, let's start
From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have peace someday G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up
Cause it's time to make the payback fat
To my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black
And accept no substitutes
I bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school
Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek
In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week
Now we got him in a smash, blast
How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash
Until then, raise up
Tell my young black males, blaze up
Life's a mess don't stress, test
I'm givin but be thankful that you're livin, blessed
Much love to my brothers in the pen
See ya when I free ya if not when they shove me in
Once again it's an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back
Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya
Mess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya
Scream, if ya feel mesee it clearly?
You're too near me -

2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "

Pump ya fists like this
Holla if ya hear me - PUMP PUMP if you're pissed
To the sell-outs, livin it up
One way or another you'll be givin it up, huh
I guess cause I'm black born
I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on
But it's time for a new plan, BAM
I'll be swingin like a one man, clan
Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops
I'm still around for ya
Keepin my sound underground for ya
And I'ma throw a change up
Quayle, like you never brought my name up
Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets
They fell me when they rollin in they fat jeeps
This ain't just a rap song, a black song
Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on
And look for me in the struggle
Hustlin 'til other brothers bubble -

2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "

Will I quit, will I quit?
They claim that I'm violent, but still I keep
Representin, never give up, on a good thing
Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing
And now I'm like a major threat
Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget
Bring the noise, to all my boyz
Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real G
Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me
Learn to survive in the nine-tre'
I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay
Whatever it takes to live and stand
Cause nobody else'll give a damn
So we live like caged beasts
Waitin for the day to let the rage free
Still me, till they kill me
I love it when they fear me -

2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "

2PacYou're too near me, to see it clearly
Repeat 4x
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
Repeat 2X
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
"Hard!" "The rebel"
"Hard!" "The rebel"
Repeat 12X to fade
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "The rebel"

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Do It - Lyrics - Guy

Title: Do It
Artist: Guy
Composer(s): Todd Gaither, Antwone Dickey, Teddy Riley

Lyric:
Yo check this, I miss the chicks dancin' on the dance floor
Kick that one time

Uh, uh, uh, I wanna, you flaunt it and we do it real slow
I wanna, you want it and we do it some more
I wanna see you on my bedroom floor while I hit you wit' tha scream
'Til you scream no more

I wanna see you in the seat of my Porsche
Got the navigation this system stays on course
And of course, you know I wanna see you every week
'Til we freak to every T.R. beat

I wanna, see you in my see-through floor
While I'm layin' in the bed through the ceiling, is it cool?
I wanna, know, but did she really know
She got a menage-a-trois guy from head to toe

I wanna, see you wit'tha rest of your tapes
So I can bring 'em to my brother, let him see what I mean
I wanna hit it, so she know I was there
So when the next cat come, girl he know I was there

I wanna do it, do it, do it
I wanna do it, do it, do it
I wanna do it, do it, do it
So when the next cat come, girl, he know I was there

I wanna do it, do it, do it
I wanna do it, do it, do it
I wanna do it, do it, do it
So when the next cat come, girl, he know I was there

Yo, now can you meet me and your teddy at my condo?
I got the fireplace, candlelight and stereo
We got it rockin' but nobody else here it go
So when I go low, you can scream loud, yo

I wanna be that brother hoppin' out your birthday cake
It ain't your birthday but baby I won't player hate
But can you see us in the back in the pool?
No water in the pool but she's wet, hot and cool

And now we thirty thousand feet in the air
I got you on the jet doin' it and pullin' your hair
And it's a shame it ain't no room in first class
But we gon' make it happen baby, just don't spill the glass

I want one wish just to get with you
On every corner, smashin' true
Uhh, ask Guy, they gon' tell you the same
I wanna do it, 'til I do it, 'til I blow the brain

I wanna do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Uhh, 'til I blow the brain

Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Uhh, 'til I blow the brain

I like it 'cause nobody else knows, I like when you touch your toes
I like how you lick your lips, come out your lingerie and twist your hips
Never ever play for keeps when the time is right, spread love wit' my peeps
I like it how everything goes, nice and slow, up and down, hey yo hey yo

I wanna, I wanna hear ya yell, "Pirate! Ahoy!"
While I bring it from the back, Teddy givin' ya joy
I wanna, I wanna see you at the top of my ship
Pirates watch buckles and you know she wit'

I wanna, I wanna bounce wit' your eyes on the island
I wanna switch up styles while we study profilin'
I wanna, know, now did you know my lingo?
When I yell, "Let ho", that mean baby let's go

I wanna poke it to pull like a Roy Jones 'bout
So when she step into the room her body knockin' ya out
I wanna chill wit'cha just, chill wit'cha
Guy, Teddy Riley, Aaron, Damion, Guy, get the picture, what

We live, procraste in the dark
Got a girl in my room, she tryin' to tear the room apart
But I'm a pirate, why she actin' all brave
Ahoy, baby get ready I'm 'a sail your waves

I wanna do it, do it, do it
I wanna do it, do it, do it
I wanna do it, do it, do it
Ahoy! Get ready I'm 'a sail your waves

I wanna do it, do it, do it
I wanna do it, do it, do it
I wanna do it, do it, do it
Ahoy! Get ready I'm 'a sail your waves

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When I'M Flowin - Lyrics - Rakim

Title: When I'M Flowin
Artist: Rakim
Composer(s): William Griffin, Johnny Mandel, Peter Phillips, Paul Francis Webster

Lyric:
Yes, yes, y'all, check it out y'all
Yes, yes, y'all, check it out y'all

Yo, I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

Yo, I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

Yes, yes, y'all, I still fiend by any means to flow
And I go through extremes, don't intervene
My adventures show like a three dimensional screen
'Cause I mention many things and I'm presentin' many scenes

Guess, I'm telegraphic, motions energetic
Better tell em forget it, cause I'm telekinetic
Crowds is screamin', I choke the mic and keep squeezin'
Styles seemin' like I used a thousand words without breathin '

Bustin' techs like Russian Roulette, I doubt you win
Freestyles like hand grenades without the pin
Composin', then leave the mic full of corrosion
Don't test this or best to expects this explosion

At shows I spit flows with seven deadly venoms
Killin' syllables with poisonous synonyms in 'em
Ideas is blowin', mics is blowin' from what I'm showin'
See it, I keep it goin' when I'm flowin'

I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

When I'm flowin', theoretically speakin' like a drummer
I take you through the streets to the parks in the summer
Or illustrate a time and place you never been in
And make you focus on the future after seein' the beginning

And my style wilds like Miles on the trumpet
Volume dial was kind of low, need to pump it
Up another notch turn the dial 'til it stops
More watts you got, more things to watch

Third eye's wide open, you're focused on the theory
Keep scopin' 'til you hear me, words is spoken clearly
It's no smokescreens on the scenes that I'm showin'
Man, I keep it goin', damn, I keep it flowin'

I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

Two pages cause panic, freestyles is frantic
Thoughts is organic, flow is aerodynamic
Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet
I send out the scribe now the vibes gigantic

Now I'm internationally known, mental capacities blown
I hope your microphone's accident prone
Raw footage is shown but only showin' scenes of my own
Leavin' your peripheral vision in a zone

But not the twilight, from the insight that I write
And recite in my mic'll be bright 'cause I like
The night glowin', it's out of sight when I'm showin'
Man, I keep it goin', damn, I keep it flowin'

I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

Accurate tactics make 'em clap to this
When I move the crowd, my rhythm still don't miss
Breeze through melodies 'cause it's been a long time
My lyrics is fury and rappers hate to hear me rhyme

Every antidote that I quote is no joke
Nobody's smilin' in the ghetto from the notes I wrote
My high techniques wreck and disrespect beats
Have you follow in the leader, up and down the streets?

So kick along as I rip a song with pull
As the rhyme goes on I get paid in full
It's Rakim, I'm indicatin' rhymes for the showin'
Check it out y'all, I keep it goin' when I'm flowin'

I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

I find a show rhyme 'til it's time to go
I'm designed to blow my mind's inclined to flow
Yo, my MO makin' all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, you know

Straight up, Rakim Allah
The fiend of the microphone still flowin'
You know, one love to [Incomprehensible]
Comin' through your livin' room soon, straight up
[Incomprehensible] one love, the whole tri-state
One love, Rakim Allah, baby, you know
What, check it out y'all, check it out

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Quiet - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: Quiet
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Roger Greene, M Williams, Kimberly Jones

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Lyric:
When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear
All these studio gangsters, year after year
With these gimmicks I can't take it
They ain't real so they fakin' it

How did they make it in this game for so long?
I know what's right from what's wrong
I know what's soft from what's hard
I know a federal case, from a publicity charge
Man I fought tooth and nail to keep them punks out of jail
But hoes wanna go to court 'til I pay them for they nails

Who you tryin to be? Man it couldn't be me
My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T
You spent your advance on your Continental T
I know you sick when you clean your rims you still see a Bee

And we see you a liar, tryin to deny her
Jackie O, proved you far from a fighter
Comin' at me bitch you playin' with fire
I ain't gon' come back at you
I'm comin' at your ghostwriters

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

I hear 'em talkin' like they gangster material
But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible
The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you
'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical

Shots get into you bleedin' like my menstrual
And if I don't like you then I will pretend to
It's the ones that befriend you that turn up against you
In the court of law and drop a dime like Sprint do

Supposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya
Chump muh'fuckers start confessin' like Usher
I cut you off 'cause I knew I couldn't trust ya
Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers

You fake phony, you always was lil' homey
Big lil' son bab' boy like Jody
I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley
Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you?

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

You see it always be them ones talkin' this and that
How they knife game ill and they gun go clap
Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap
'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin' back

It be the same ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin'
The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin'
A whole lotta growlin' 'til the wolves start howlin'
They pitbull shit, man them niggaz straight cowards

Got 'em scared to death, pissin' in they trousers
Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers
Thanks to the Queen he can share 'em with his team
You can run top speed but you can't dodge the beam

Got a clean sixteen and my spit game mean
Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems
You act like you don't know what side of town this realer
Niggaz softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

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Gather & Give - Lyrics - Them VS. You VS. Me - Finger Eleven

Title: Gather & Give
Album: Them VS. You VS. Me
Artist: Finger Eleven
Composer(s): Robert Scott Anderson, Sean Robert Anderson, Richard Robertley Beddoe, James Ryan Black, Richard Jackett

Lyric:
I would give anything that's worth giving
I would say any line that'll try to get you near to me
But you've never been want to love me and lied to
And this unofficial site just makes me disappear from you

So I'm gathering up the truth and I'm giving it all to you
If it's the last thing I do 'cause I won't be free 'til I give it all to you

Heavy as it seems, all I'm saying
You will have to drag it out, can kill it, screaming
When it finally comes I hope you hear me
There whatever trickles down becomes whatever sets us free

So I'm gathering up the truth and I'm giving it all to you
If it's the last thing I do 'cause I won't be free 'til I give it all to you
Yeah, I'm gathering up the truth and I'm giving it all to you
It's nothing more I can do 'cause I won't be free

It's not as easy as you make it sound
Not even when I try to sound it out
I'll try my best to make it come around
But it's not that easy for me, it's not that easy for me

But I'm gathering up the truth and I'm giving it all to you
If it's the last thing I do 'cause I won't be free 'til I give it all to you
Yeah, I'm gathering up the truth and I'm giving it all to you
It's nothing more I can do 'cause I won't be free 'til I give it all to you

So I'm gathering up the truth and I'm giving it all to you
If it's the last thing I do 'cause I won't be free 'til I give it
All to you, all to you, all to you
Because I won't be free 'til I give it all to you, all to you

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'Til You Do Me Right - Lyrics - After 7

Title: 'Til You Do Me Right
Artist: After 7
Composer(s): Melvin Edmonds, Kenny Edmonds, Kevon Edmonds

Lyric:
I was in love with you
And gave my heart to you
I did my best
To keep you satisfied

You took the love from me
And used it selfishly
You did not give back
Your love to me at all

I gave the sun to you
You said it was too bright
I gave you diamond rings
You said they didn't shine

I gave my world to you
But you said it's not enough
What in the world could I have done
To make you be so rough?

'Til you do me right
I don't even wanna talk to you
I don't even wanna hear
You speak my name

And 'til you do me right
Only wrong is gonna come to you
Nothin' good is gonna come
'Til you change, change your ways
Until you change your evil ways

Girl, I was there for you
Someone you could talk to
How could you just keep
Breakin' my heart?

What did I do to you
To make you be so cruel?
I don't understand
Why you've been so wrong

I tried to be your strength
You said I was too strong
I tried to compromise so
We could get along

I gave my love to you despite
Your evil ways
I guess it's clear to me there's only
One thing left to say

'Til you do me right
I don't even wanna talk to you
I don't even wanna hear
You speak my name

'Til you do me right
Only wrong is gonna come to you
Nothin' good is gonna come
'Til you change, change your ways
Until you change your evil ways

There's a time when you know
What you feel inside your heart
It's tellin' you that
Somethin' feels strange

You don't have to deny it
All you gotta do is just try it
You'll find our love grows
Stronger if you're willin' to change

'Til you do me right
I don't even wanna talk to you
I don't even wanna hear
You speak my name

'Til you do me right
Only wrong is gonna come to you
Nothin' good is gonna come
'Til you change your ways

'Til you do me right
I don't even wanna talk to you
I don't even wanna hear
You speak my name

'Til you do me right
Only wrong is gonna come to you
Nothin' good is gonna come
'Til you change, change your ways
Until you change your evil ways

'Til you do me right
I don't even want to talk to you
I don't even want to hear
You speak my name

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Recognize - Lyrics - Balls and My Word - Scarface

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It'S My Thing - Lyrics - Epmd

Title: It'S My Thing
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Erick Sermon, Tyrone Thomas, Parrish Smith, Keith Murray, Ernesto Shaw, Reggie Noble

Lyric:
It's my thing
And the stadium is packed
There's a large crowd out there today
Let's hear them play

You out there? Louder
It's my thing
You out there? Louder
It's my thing

MC's out there, you better stand clear
EPMD is a world premier
From New York straight talk, America's best
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest

(You out there? Louder)
Style of the rap, makes your hands clap
Take care of myself because the lines are strapped
Day mean business, no time for play

If you bite a line, we'll roll your way
(You out there? Louder)
The more you bite, your body gets hot
Don't get too close, because you might get shot

Gnawin' at my rhyme like a poisonous rat
Don't play dumbo, you're smarter than that

It's my thing
You out there? Louder
It's my thing
It it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin'
Good friends already bitin', without you knowin'
(You out there? Louder)
Can't understand, why your body's gettin' weaker

Then you realize, it's the voice from the speaker
The mind become delirious, situation serious
Don't get ill, go and get curious
(It's my thing)

Nuff about that, let's get on to somethin' better
And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater
And if you want some water, I'll get you a cup
And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up

(You out there? Louder)
I'm tellin' you now boy, you ain't jack
Talkin, much junk like Mr. T at your back
But he's not, so don't act cute
'Cause if you do you in hot pursuits

It's my thing, it's my thing
You out there? Louder
It's my thing
It it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

As the song goes on you will notice a change
The way I throw down, the way I say my name
(You out there? Louder)
The mic that I'm packin', is flame resistant

So MC be cool, and keep your distance
When I walk into the party girls are screamin' at me
I park my mic and my hoes and then I yell freeze
Music please, it's my thing

Ah where was I? Oh yes
Say a def rhyme then I plumb the rest
(You out there? louder)
Everytime I rock a rhyme, I can tell that you like it
Emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic

The mind is weary floatin' like a dove
Sweatin' a thing like if you was makin' love
Control the crowd, so they can accept it
Total concentration is the perfect method

It's my thing, it's my thing
You out there? Louder
It, it, it's my, it, it, it's my thing

The wack, I subtract, the strong I attack
The ones who grab the mic and freeze, I throw it back
(You out there? Louder)
I perfect and eject, make MC's sweat

Take 'em off on the mic then I tell em step
Not waiting or debating, 'cause MC's keep hating
Play me too close, like two dogs mating
It's my thing

(You out there?)
Now let's get on with the rest of the lesson
Don't really like it when suckers start messin'
Tryin' to make a scene, talkin' very loud

Talkin' much junk to attract a crowd
(You out there? Louder)
You say you wanna battle, your first mistake
You get quiet and stuff, like you was at a wake

In the beginnin', you knew you wasn't winnin'
Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin'
Kinda upset boy I understand
You lost again I won, god damn

It's my thing, it's my thing
You out there? Louder
It, it, it's my, it, it, it's my thing

My funky fresh lyrics, put you in the spirit
I speak a little louder for you suckers can't hear it
(You out there? Louder)
The rhymes I designed, are right on time
And at the crowd on my mic, flash a danger sign

'Cause I'm the Thriller of Manilla, MC cold killer
Drink Budweiser, can not stand Miller
MC's cold clockin' 'til the party's through
Then they tap me on my shoulder and say, this bud's for you
It's my thing

(You out there? Louder)
To be a real MC, you can't be obedient
To be smooth is the main ingredient
You have to be silky like a Milky Way

To be able to make it work, you rest and play
(You out there? Louder)
I control the pace of the rate the rhymes blowin'
Hydraulically jacked, is the way they're flowin'

Slow yes, just like they're awed
The comparison is wave like the motion of water, smooth

It's my thing
You out there? Louder
It it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

While the record is spinnin', got your fly girlie grinnin'
MD is on the mic, you know I'm only beginnin'
(You out there? louder)
Rhymes fresher than fresh, never heard me fess

Scored 110, on my MC test
My rhymes are strong than Tyson, hold a MC license
When I grab the mic, MC's get frightened

(You out there? Louder)
I'm dangerous, I'm here to crush some bones
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
(It's my thing)
What I mean by lounge, I don't mean bitin, huh

You mess around and we'll be fightin'
It's alright if you bite, but don't recite
Because the rhymes are mine, and that ain't right
(You out there? Louder)
But until just chill to the next episode
Donald J, yo, release the code

It's my thing, it's my thing
It's my thing,You out there
It, it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

It's my thing
It's my thing, it's my thing
(You out there? louder)
It, it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

La, la, loud, la, loud, la, lauder
It's my thing, you out there? Louder
It's my thing out there?
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya you out there?

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Peep Show - Lyrics - Curtis - 50 Cent

Title: Peep Show
Album: Curtis
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Tony Campana, Jeffrey Irwin Bass, Curtis James Jackson, Marshall B. Iii Mathers, Michael Jr. Strange

Lyric:
(When you breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down)
This is what it sounds like when I'm breakin' it down
Yeah, I'm breakin' it down
Man, this is what it feels like when I'm breakin' it down
(When you breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down)

It's not my fault
It's not my fault
(I'm hot man)
It's not my fault
It's not my fault

Till the sun comes up every night
We party and we party 'til daylight
We be gettin' it in, come on, we gettin' it in
A lil' Hennessey, a lil' juice and gin

It's not a fantasy, it's not pretend
We gon' do it, we gon' do it, we gon' do it again
Till the sun comes up every night
We party and we party 'til daylight

I shouldn't have to tell you, shorty, you should know
I'm really been lookin' into yo' freak show
You gimme a little baby then I'ma want mo'
O.D.B. said that I like it raw

Exotic her body been movin' on the flo'
Enough to make a nigga lose control
I'm down to go wherever you wan' go
You got a man now keep it on the low

I do my thing, you know I waste my dough
I got a few stacks me and you can blow
We get into the hotel after the show
I know how to romance you, be my private dancer, yeah

On your mark, get set, girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see your peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When you breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

Ready or not, shorty, now here I come
Shake that thing, girl, now back it up
Work it, work it, girl, you turn me on
When you breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

They say I'm not the same it's 'cause I'm filthy mayne
I'm off the chain I don't play no games
I'm hustlin' hard, homie, I do my thang
You fuck wit' the paper then watch the hammer go bang

Now shorty I like the way she move them hips
I'm tryna get her in my bedroom and shit
We can take a long time or get it done quick
We can camcord the shit make a boom-boom flick

It's, oh, so many places that we can go
I really want you, shorty, shorty, now you should know
Girl, your body's callin' me hear you loud and clear
We ain't got to leave now we can do it right here

On your mark, get set, girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see your peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When you breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

Ready or not, shorty, now here I come
Shake that thing, girl, now back it up
Work it, work it, girl, you turn me on
When you breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

The way you move
(The way you move)
You make me lose
(You make me lose)
All control
(All control)
I know you know
(I know you know)

You're so seductive, you make me wanna touch it
I ain't got to tell you, you know I wanna fuck you
I'm feelin' your style, you better watch me now
My tongue'll be in your mouth, my hands'll be in your blouse

When you get me aroused you put a spell on me
Man, if I can't have you I'ma go crazy
I want you bad now and if you want me
Girl, come to me now, I said come to me now

Come to me now? You gon' come to me now?
Apple in your mouth, tackled on the couch
Shackled in the house, I'll be back in about
Twenty minutes or less wit' my Hannibal mask

And when you wiggle around and giggle in that cage
I know I couldn't wait to get you off that stage
From the moment I met you had to let you know
I just wanted to get you through my bedroom do?

You makin' me feel like I'm in middle school still
You squeal like a little girl you pitiful, chill
We gon' fuck, I just popped this little blue pill
You can leave but wait, I gotta shit on you still

I shouldn't have to tell you, shorty, you should know
I hope you really gettin' into my creep show
Let me shit on your chest and if some pee comes out
Just guzzle it down, just guzzle it down

On your mark, get set, girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see your peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When you breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

Ready or not, shorty, now here I come
Shake that thing, girl, now back it up
Work it, work it, girl, you turn me on
When you breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

It's not my fault
It's not my fault, I can break it down
It's not my fault
It's not my fault, can you break it down?

It's not my fault
It's not my fault, I can break it down
It's not my fault
It's not my fault, can you break it down?

It's not my fault

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Z - Reservoir Dogs - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - Reservoir Dogs
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): D Styles, S Jacob, E Sermon, J Philips, Shawn Carter, Isaac Hayes, Dwayne Grant, Todd Eric Gaither

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Lyric:
Fuck, shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, Lox, takin' the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and banned from T.V. your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin' for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid
And walk the streets up in the wild like I don't fuckin' care
If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children

When I ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin', while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin' your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-ray
As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin' shots of Louie 'til I fall
Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear big move
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, like testricles

Hit you up in your apartment buildin' vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin'
Heat from the noggin', keep on sparkin'
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin'
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin'
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct
Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin' your pops
You feelin' the Lox, nigga why you grillin' the Lox
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog, but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it

Lot of cats still tryin' to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin' up, or headline
Doin' the speed limit or pushin' red lines
Six months in the county or fed time
I'm a be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime

Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L O X
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered
I told you the pain was comin'
You wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to Hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin' off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin' your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin' to lose
Somethin' to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off

Ain't nuttin' for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin' nigga who pull quick, still packin'
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin' 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin' backwards, just for practice

Ride or die nigga, hoppin' in your casket
'Bout to go to Hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin', let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at 12 o'clock
I'm half past 7, bust 6 then 11
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay, what the fuck, spendin' Mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us 'cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six range
Shit main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped Big Caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain to the brain

Motherfuckers is noddin' and throwin' up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money 'til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses?
We don't stop at the tolls we got E Z passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I B on the elastic

Shit, bitch! What the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint

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Z - Resevoir Dogs - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Resevoir Dogs
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): D Styles, S Jacob, E Sermon, J Philips, Shawn Carter, Isaac Hayes, Dwayne Grant, Todd Eric Gaither

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Lyric:
Fuck, shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX
Takin' the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy

Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid
And walk the streets up in [Incomprehensible] like I don't fuckin' care

If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children
When I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores

Jet-skin, while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin' your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall

Takin' shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now

My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats

You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim? Y'all niggaz nuts, like testicles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin' vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin'

Heat from the noggin', keep on sparkin'
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin'
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin'

Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct
Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin' your pops
You feelin' The Lox, nigga why you grillin' The Lox
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot

You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper

I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats still tryin' to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce

They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin' up or headline
Doin' the speed limit or pushin' red lines

Six months in the county or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was comin', you wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin' off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die

What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin' your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin' to lose
Somethin' to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wet niggaz and kill 'em on my day off

Ain't nuttin' for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews

Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin' nigga who pull quick, still packin'
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop

I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin' 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin' backwards, just for practice

Ride or die nigga, hoppin' in your casket
'Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin' let 'em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock

My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I Ruff Ryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella, spendin' mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us 'cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna

Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six Range, shit main, switch lanes

Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin' and throwin' up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man

He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses?

We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the elastic

Shit, beyotch, what the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint

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Bendicion Mami - Lyrics - Me Myself & I - Fat Joe

Title: Bendicion Mami
Album: Me Myself & I
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Linda Glover, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Allen Story, George Gordy, Lawrence Brown

Lyric:
Empty arms and lonely nights
That's my life without you, girl
I'm so lonely, I'm so blue
Without you, girl and my life is through

(Maria)
This song is dedicated
(Maria, don't you hear me callin'? Maria)
To the most beautiful woman on the planet earth
(Maria, Maria)
That would be my mother Maria Cartegena

Ay yo, she's the best sister, one man lover
And if she died, her tombstone would read 'The world's greatest mother'
August nineteenth, she birthed me, I came out
Put her through hell but still in all, she couldn't help but smile

I resemble my mama to be truthful
And I ain't got to describe her, you know she beautiful
Shit, I always love my mama
Blow holes through a nigga if he touch my mama

You did whatever it took to keep the supper hot
And I remember when you worked at the number spot
Once the cops caught you, I skipped school
Got money from [Incomprehensible] and I took you some food

Yeah, I guess the cops was cool, they let me feed you
I cried for hours 'til they finally freed you
Dropped to my knees and screamed, ?Mama, we need you?
Then you went back to school and got a job that's legal, Maria

Yeah Mami, I love you so much
(Maria, don't you hear me callin'? Maria)
For this pain, this love, been through so much
And I thank you for everything you done for us
(Maria, girl, you know you are the only one)

You been a survivor and we love you so much
(Maria, don't you hear me callin'? Maria)
I had to dedicate this song to you, Mami
Had to tell the world how much I love you
(Maria, Maria)

I never forget the night that changed our life
A neighbor was screamin', ?Maria, run, come outside
Something's wrong with your son, I think he's gettin' high?
Then you replied, ?Not my son, he don't be gettin' high?

Then you bathed him and tucked him to sleep
Yeah, I knew from that day life wouldn't be sweet
He got in trouble with the law, then you bailed him out
I got in trouble with the law, then you bailed me out

It was one July the fourth, they tried to take me out
Shot me right in front of my mother, by Tracy's house
Now it's time to change my life, I think rap's the answer
Same day I got signed, you was diagnosed with cancer

Doctor said it'd be a miracle if you survived
Then you looked in my eyes and said, ?Joey, I don't wanna die?
I pray to God that He show us a sign
Now it's fourteen years later and you still alive, "Thank You, God"

(Maria)
God, I thank You so much
(Maria, don't you hear me callin'? Maria)
My mother has so much to see, so much to do
(Maria, girl, you know you are the only one)
She's had such a painful life

Many nights I argue with You in my prayers
But I know You the boss, You kept her alive for a reason
(Maria, don't you hear me callin'? Maria)
Mama, I'ma ride for you, I swear
(Maria)

Yo, I bet you proud of your son, he's a rap star now
Took you outta them projects and bought you that house
Got you that housekeeper to manicure the grounds
And I bought you that car that breaks the barrier of sound

You take care of Joey and I love you for that
And you raisin' John John and we love you for that
I guess Lisa was a angel, God wanted her back
Damn, I really miss my sister, guess it's better where she's at

Mami, I love you, I want the world to know I love you
And every chance I get, I'ma kiss you and hug you
Life wasn't easy, everyday was a struggle
But like my niggaz from Chi town say, it's all bubbles

(Maria, Maria, don't you hear me callin'? Maria)
Hopin' my real motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
(Maria, girl, you know you are the only one)

(Maria, don't you hear me callin'? Maria)
It's that shit right here
Took me like ten years to do
(Maria)

(Empty arms and lonely nights)
You know I cried doin' this song, man, so much pain
(That's my life without you, girl)
Mami, you such a good woman, you a classy woman
(I'm so lonely, I'm so blue)

(Without you, girl and my life is through, Maria)
I know you a private person
You don't want the world to know all your business
(Empty arms and lonely nights)

But I had to let them know how strong you are
(That's my life without you, girl)
I love you so much
(I'm so lonely, I'm so blue)
(Without you, girl and my life is through, Maria)

This song is also dedicated to little Maria
(Empty arms and lonely nights)
One of my best friends on earth
(That's my life without you, girl)
Get your shit together, girl, I love you too

(I'm so lonely, I'm so blue)
Chuchu, what's up? You my nephew, I love you for life
(Without you, girl, my life is through, Maria)
It's Crack, bitch

Empty arms and lonely nights
That's my life without you, girl
I'm so lonely, I'm so blue
Without you, girl and my life is through, Maria

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