Tired Man - Lyrics - Live In Japan - Albert Collins

Title: Tired Man
Album: Live In Japan
Artist: Albert Collins
Composer(s): A Collins

Lyric:
I'm a tired man
I ain't got time to play
Yeah, ya know, I'm a tired man, tired man
You know I ain't got time to play

You know I'll always love ya, baby
You know I'll love you
Every night and every night and every day

I have to fix my breakfast and dinner, baby
I have to do it every day
Yes, I'm gonna fix my breakfast and dinner, woman
I have to do it every day

When I come home from work
You know I got to watch your
Watch your T.V. play

I'm a tired man
You know I ain't got time to play
Yeah, you know I'm a tired man, tired man, tired man
I ain't got time to play

I want you to know I'm still lovin' you, baby
Every night and every day

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Sick &Amp; Tired - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Sick &Amp; Tired
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): Brian K Scott, Vito Tisdale, Freddie Mack, Kenneth Anthony, Kevin Free, William Rahsaan Hughes, Melvin Adams, Ron Wilson

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Lyric:
I'm sick and tired of bein' criticized
I'm sick and tired of barely gettin' by
I'm sick and tired of not livin' right
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
I'm sick and tired of bein' pushed aside
I'm sick and tired of callin' folks for rides
I'm sick and tired of this petty life
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired

What is life? What is makin' it? For peace is there a price?
They tell me if you rich you only got to worry about more shit
The house, and the car notes, child support and kin people
Kick those, mo' money, mo' problems that's how the shit goes

Man, I'm gettin' tired of runnin' and duckin' quit runnin' then
Especially when I ain't did nothin' do somethin' then
Out here in these cold streets hustlin'
Po', tryin' to make this dough, before the police bustin' in

And then it's what it could'a been, should'a been
Find yourself outside lookin' in, givin' up, feelin' stuck
Mad at the world 'cause you down and they gettin' up
Mad at yourself 'cause you know you shouldn't be givin' up

I'm tired and sick, of bummin' rides, on top of that my 9 to 5
Sucks for a couple bucks and change, now what's the reason why?
My luck, don't amount to fuck, no matter how hard I try
I'm stuck in a 22, now catch me when I'm sick and tired

I'm sick and tired of bein' criticized
I'm sick and tired of barely gettin' by
I'm sick and tired of not livin' right
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
I'm sick and tired of bein' pushed aside
I'm sick and tired of callin' folks for rides
I'm sick and tired of this petty life
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired

Prophit, check this out
I'm gettin' tired of mama breakin' her neck for the paycheck
They makin' her sweat, seem like everyday she stressed
I've had up to here with pussy footers actin' like we owe you somethin'
Let's see you know who like I'm supposed to throw you somethin'

I'm gettin' tired of daddy puchin' the clock, scarin' his knuckles
He tired of the hustle, he feel the pain deep in his muscles
Seems like the media portray us against bein' rich
Like we shouldn't enjoy shrimp and occasional trips

While my baby brother scrappin' with his baby mother
Deep down I know he love her but he shoulda worn a rubber
I'm sick and tired of players down to do us bodily harm
Like them Country Boys ain't at the range firing arms

And my little sister think she grown, wanna make it on her own
I ain't bring you in this world, but you still my baby girl
I'm fed up when I feel like this
My yeaga's keep your heads up, we pray and kneel for this

I'm sick and tired of bein' criticized
I'm sick and tired of barely gettin by
I'm sick and tired of not livin' right
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
I'm sick and tired of bein' pushed aside
I'm sick and tired of callin' folks for rides
I'm sick and tired of this petty life
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired

Keep it real, remember God, don't change, sign this
Don't forget where you come from, you got some money gimme some
You different, fuck you, man I got your first tape
You always gon' be Vito to me, so get out my face

I know what you mean dog
Tired of people who complain, always 'bout the same thing
First you learn to maintain, after that create change
See we gettin' up and gettin' out
Playa what you jokin' and you kiddin' 'bout?
Change is what we gettin' out

What they say? I ain't thinkin bout
All day and night, I struggle hustle just to pay the dues
Now I gotta keep the lights on and ain't got no time for lay and snooze
Damn man, who made these rules? What think about they amused
I'm sick and tired but I can't stop, no matter if they say I lose

Yup, we still smoke weed, and my wife is curious
'Bout how much she can get me on for life insurance
But still was bummin', no problem, that's when life was purious
"Mo' money, mo' problems" that's right Notorious

I'm sick and tired of bein' criticized
I'm sick and tired of barely gettin' by
I'm sick and tired of not livin' right
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
I'm sick and tired of bein' pushed aside
I'm sick and tired of callin' folks for rides
I'm sick and tired of this petty life
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired

I'm sick and tired of bein' criticized
I'm sick and tired of barely gettin' by
I'm sick and tired of not livin' right
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
I'm sick and tired of bein' pushed aside
I'm sick and tired of callin' folks for rides
I'm sick and tired of this petty life
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired

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The Man - Lyrics - Spin Doctors

Title: The Man
Artist: Spin Doctors
Composer(s): Aaron Comess, Gros

Lyric:
In an office high above us all
An executive received an important phone call
He said, "Yes sir, I'll do all that I can"
Said, "Goodbye" and hung up with the Man

That's the Man pulling all the strings
That's the Man in charge of everything
And the trumpet sings

I'm tired of working for the Man
For the Man
I'm tired of working for the Man

Get up, get up, get out of bed

Another hopeless dawn dawns on the hopeful people
The bell strikes nine up in the steeple
People work hard, doing all they can
Putting money in the bank account of the Man

That's the Man pulling all the strings
That's the Man when the alarm clock rings
And the trumpet sings

Get up, get up, get out of bed

I'm tired of working for the Man
For the Man
I'm tired of working for the Man

Meanwhile back up in the office
They're making charts to graph the profits
They will work their whole life span
To line the pockets of the Man

That's the Man pulling all the strings
That's the Man in charge of everything
And the trumpet sings

I'm tired of working for the Man
For the Man
I'm tired of working for the Man

Get up, get up
Get up, get up, get out of bed

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Your Ole Handy Man - Lyrics - Hello, I'm Dolly - Dolly Parton

Title: Your Ole Handy Man
Album: Hello, I'm Dolly
Artist: Dolly Parton
Composer(s): Dolly Parton

Lyric:
I have to mow the lawn
And I have to wash the car
And I'd just like to know
Just who you think you are

I'm gettin' tired of wagging
That old heavy garbage can
Your woman's gettin' tired
Of being your ole handy man

I have to run your water
And I have to wash your back
And I have to scrub the tub
After you have had your bath

You're as helpless as a baby
But I love you, understand
I'm just gettin' tired
Of being your ole handy man

Your woman's gettin' tired
Of being your ole handy man
Now I know you've got ten fingers
But where's your helpin' hand

I've just made a decision
I've stood all I'm gonna stand
Your woman's gettin' tired
Of being your ole handy man

I do everything for you
You never help yourself
An' I think I'd die from shock
If you raised a hand to help

Well, I'm not gonna keep it up
That's what you got planned
Your woman's gettin' tired
Of being your ole handy man

Your woman's gettin' tired
Of being your ole handy man
Now I know you got ten fingers
But where's that helpin' hand

I've just made a decision
I've stood all I'm gonna stand
Your woman's gettin' tired
Of being your ole handy man

Your woman's gettin' tired
Of being your ole handy man

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If I Had... - Lyrics - Slim Shady LP - Eminem

Title: If I Had...
Album: Slim Shady LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers, Jeff Bass

Lyric:
Life by Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you gotten past it
It's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground

What are friends?
Friends are people that you think are your friends
But they really your enemies with secret identities
And disguises to hide they true colors
So just when you think you close enough to be brothers
They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'

What is money?
Money is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all evil
Money'll make them same friends come back around
Swearing that they was always down

What is life?
I'm tired of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins

Tired of never having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he spins
Tired of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel

Tired of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour
Then this boss wanders why I'm smartin' off

I'm tired of being fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk
I'm tired of using plastic silverware
Tired of working in Building Square
Tired of not being a millionaire

But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick
Without a condom on while I'm on the John
If I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out
Robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss

I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store
I'm tired of not having a phone
Tired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on

Tired of not driving a BM
Tired of not working at GM
Tired of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM
Tired of not performing in a packed coliseum

Tired of not being on tour
Tired of fucking the same blonde whore after work in the back of a contour
I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting back to guns

Tired of being stared at
I'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs

Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me
Saying they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
And I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of JLB saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick
Without a condom on while I'm on the john
If I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out
Robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss

You know what I'm saying?
I'm tired of all of this bullshit telling me to be positive
How am I supposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?
You know what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, shit I see
You know what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of everything

Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?
Just fed up
That's my word

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Damn I Miss The Game - Lyrics - B.A.R.S.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story - Cassidy

Title: Damn I Miss The Game
Album: B.A.R.S.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Roosevelt Harrell, Barry Adrian Reese, Arthur Ross, Leon Ware

Lyric:
Damn I miss the, damn I miss the, damn I miss the game
Game, when it's gon' come back, come back?
I'm gettin' tired of the dumb rap, dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that, let's move on

Damn I miss the, damn I miss the game
Game, when it's gon' come back, come back?
I'm gettin' tired of the dumb rap, dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that, let's move on

Damn I used to love this rap sh**
When it was on some gold rope, Kangol hat sh**
Now e'ry rapper on some bust that gat sh**
Cut that crack sh**, that whack sh**

Public Enemy was on some power to black sh**
Rap cats need to get back on that sh**
They need to try switchin' they flows
'Cause all of our women ain't ******* and ****

And e'ry rapper out got a brick on the stove
And his wrists all froze and he whippin' the Rolls
To hear that, I can listen to Hov'
You bullsh***** and then you gettin' exposed

Damn I miss the, damn I miss the, damn I miss the game
Game, when it's gon' come back, come back?
I'm gettin' tired of the dumb rap, dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that, let's move on

Damn I miss the, damn I miss the game
Game, when it's gon' come back, come back?
I'm gettin' tired of the dumb rap, dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that, let's move on

Yo what happened to the Game?
All these ***** rappin' the same and that's lame
Cats hustlin', bustin' they gat
But Kurtis Blow wasn't talkin' 'bout hustlin' crack

Now e'rybody on the grind
But Run-D.M.C. never killed nobody in their rhyme
They wasn't on that beef sh**
And Melle Mel was the first one to talk that street sh**

But e'ry since N.W.A. came out
Cats turned gangster and took that same route
To hear that I could listen to 'Pac
You bullsh***** and I'm wishin' it'd stop

Damn I miss the, damn I miss the, damn I miss the game
Game, when it's gon' come back, come back?
I'm gettin' tired of the dumb rap, dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that, let's move on

Damn I miss the, damn I miss the game
Game, when it's gon' come back, come back?
I'm gettin' tired of the dumb rap, dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that, let's move on

I don't even listen to rap now
It make my head hurt when I listen to cats now
They sound like they all rhymin' in one route
So take the industry and put 'em all in one group

Since they on the same page
We should be able to boo them dudes offa the same stage
F'real, I still love this rap sh**
Even though the A runnin' with that snap sh**

Even though the Bay runnin' with that hyphy
When I get on the mic ****** still won't like me
The head crack, you can listen to me
You bullsh*****, you ain't sicker than me, uh-huh

Damn I miss the, damn I miss the, damn I miss the game
Game, when it's gon' come back, come back?
I'm gettin' tired of the dumb rap, dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that, let's move on

Damn I miss the, damn I miss the game
Game, when it's gon' come back, come back?
I'm gettin' tired of the dumb rap, dumb rap
Man I done been there and done that, let's move on

Let's move on, let's move on
Let's move on, oh yeah
We gotta move on

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The Only One - Lyrics - Room 112 - 112

Title: The Only One
Album: Room 112
Artist: 112
Composer(s): Kimberley Jones, Lamont Maxwell, Quinnes Parker, Michael Keith, Carl Thomas, Sean Combs, Marvin Scandrick, Daron Jones

Lyric:
Catch me in the spot, low C's in the drop
About half and ounce, the size of zip lock
Knockin' the new one, one deuce
I wanna introduce me and my old flame
And his name is Bruce

But blew my eye when his girl drove by
Told me bye then he winked his eyes
I'm too dumb fo' this, too fly to curse
Threw his jacket out first, then bam, hit reverse

Oh, baby, you need to know
I've been in love
And I've never known love like this
I need to know, just how you feel
Let me know if this love is real

I'm tired of wasting time on you
So tell me what you wanna do
Is it another man holding your hand?

Why is this a mystery?
Oh, baby can't you see?
Girl, you're the only one I'll ever want
The only one I'll ever need

I'm tired of wasting time on you
So tell me what you wanna do
Is it another man holding your hand?

Why is this a mystery?
Oh, baby can't you see?
Girl, you're the only one I'll ever want
The only one I'll ever need

Oh, baby I think it's time for us to grow
We've been friends now for far too long
The way you kiss, it turns me on
Let me know if you feel this strong

I'm tired of wasting time on you
So tell me what you wanna do
Is it another man holding your hand?

Why is this a mystery?
Oh, baby can't you see?
Girl, you're the only one I'll ever want
The only one I'll ever need

I'm tired of wasting time on you
So tell me what you wanna do
Is it another man holding your hand?

Why is this a mystery?
Oh, baby can't you see?
Girl, you're the only one I'll ever want
The only one I'll ever need

Give me your love
Don't you know that I, I need your love
I need you here in my life, baby, everyday

Baby, please, I'll take good care
I'll take care of your needs
I need you here with me

Pretend like we're friends
And do our own thing
We can chitty-bang-bang
But let the phone ring

From the first night, knew you wasn't true
Ex-girl came through, she said she miss you
Panties in the bathroom sink, hot pink
What's a girl like me supposed to think?

I'm a bad girl, you shady?
I get shady
To up your old lady
And proposing us to stay still friends

I'm tired of wasting time on you
So tell me what you wanna do
Is it another man holding your hand?

Why is this a mystery?
Oh, baby can't you see?
Girl, you're the only one I'll ever want
The only one I'll ever need

I'm tired of wasting time on you
So tell me what you wanna do
Is it another man holding your hand?

Why is this a mystery?
Oh, baby can't you see?
Girl, you're the only one I'll ever want
The only one I'll ever need

I'm tired of wasting time on you
So tell me what you wanna do
Is it another man holding your hand?

Why is this a mystery?
Oh, baby can't you see?
Girl, you're the only one I'll ever want
The only one I'll ever need

I'm tired of wasting time on you
So tell me what you wanna do
Is it another man holding your hand?

Why is this a mystery?
Oh, baby can't you see?
Girl, you're the only one I'll ever want

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Wrong Or Right (I'M Tired) - Lyrics - Year of the Dog...Again - Dmx

Title: Wrong Or Right (I'M Tired)
Album: Year of the Dog...Again
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Christopher Mich Sanford, Hanan Rubinstein, Earl Simmons, Anthony Parrino

Lyric:
DMX, Bzr Royale, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm tired of answerin' for s*** in my life
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right
Tired of answerin' for s*** that I do
Enough about me, man, what the *** about you?

Dreamin', starvin', drinkin', smokin'
Wishin', hopin', nympho scopin'
Hater prayin' for the day man
What I'm sayin's hard not playin'

Still the world is [Incomprehensible]
Say them things, for days it's rainin'
And it's always rainin' and it's always some'n
I'ma keep on comin', I'ma keep on comin'

So butterflies can't reach my stomach
To get my heartbeat jumpin' and my blood flow pumpin'
So my life means some'n and it ain't no frontin'
For the respect you get for the work in the climbin'

For the ways that's beside me and the n*** that don't like me
Got a p*** and my iron if you wanna get to firin'
We can all keep the violence, we can all get the iron
It's all about the timin' if you wanna get the hype in early

I'm tired of answerin' for s*** in my life
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right
Tired of answerin' for s*** that I do
Enough about me, man, what the *** about you?

Top dog, cat's don't know
Can't *** with the flow from Y.O.
Ridin' too much ***, say it ain't so
I'm 'bout to let the dog blow, yo

Get the *** out the way or get bit
I ain't with the industry ***
'Cause this is what you'll get
Stomped the *** out or, shut the *** up and
Put cats down never, got the *** up and

What the *** up? I'm tired of talkin'
I'm about to let my finger do the walkin'
Before we outlined in chalk in the middle of the street
Just start to feelin' a little bit of heat

Don't let the steel in the street that you know go to your head
*** around you gon' wake up dead
I ain't playin' wit'chu ***, I got 20 years in it
But I realize, it only takes a minute to end it

I'm tired of answerin' for s*** in my life
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right
Tired of answerin' for s*** that I do
Enough about me, man, what the *** about you?

It's Bzr Royale, come do it live
Mama say, mama sah, mama macusa
We in [Incomprehensible] probably they know why
Not tryin' to be funny, my time is money

See often runnin', we out the gate
My horse is gunnin', we winnin' this race
It's bloodline ***, it's no time ***
For *** to fool my ***

Drinkin' daily, old ceiling leakin'
Men *** tense, still smokin', drinkin'
Hammers ready for them billings
Tryna creep up in my building

Drunk***, what's the matter with your mind?
Learn how to live or you learn how to die
Kill a killa, be a killa, that's what's really hood
That's what's really good, wish a *** would

I'm tired of answerin' for s*** in my life
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right
Tired of answerin' for s*** that I do
Enough about me, man, what the *** about you?

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Careful Man - Lyrics - The 50th Anniversary Collection - Jim Croce

Title: Careful Man
Album: The 50th Anniversary Collection
Artist: Jim Croce
Composer(s): Jim Croce

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Lyric:
I don't gamble, I don't fight
I don't be hangin' in the bars at night
Yeah, I used to be a fighter
But now I am a wiser man

I don't drink much, I don't smoke
I don't be hardly mess around with no dope
Yeah, I used to be a problem
But now I am a careful man

But if you used to want to see a commotion
You shoulda seen the man that I used to be
I was trouble in perpetual motion
Trouble with a capital "T"

Stayin' out late, havin' fun
And shot off every single shot in my gun
Yeah, I used to be a lover
But now I'm an older man

But if you used to want to see a commotion
You shoulda seen the man that I used to be
I was trouble in perpetual motion
Trouble with a capital "T"

Stayin' out late, havin' fun
And shot off every single shot in my gun
Yeah, I used to be a terror
But now I am a tired man

Yeah, I used to be a terror
But now I am a tired man

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Right Hand Man - Lyrics - Relish - Joan Osborne

Title: Right Hand Man
Album: Relish
Artist: Joan Osborne
Composer(s): Eric Bazilian, Rick Chertoff, Rob Hyman, Joan Osborne, D Van Vilet

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Lyric:
Let me use your toothbrush
Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad
At the bottom of my purse

I walk into the street
The air's so cool
I'm wired and I'm tired
And I'm grinnin' like a fool

I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair
I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch
And I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed
Lookin' for a bed, lookin' for my, my

My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man

Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
If he can't fix it, I don't know who can

The sinsemilla salesman
And the cops on the block
They know what I been doin'
They see the way I walk

I wonder what they see now
I wonder what they do
To feel somebody want them
The way I'm wanting you

I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair
I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch
And I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed
Lookin' for a bed, lookin' for, to really be

My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man

Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
Use me up if you think you can

I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair
I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch
And I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed
Lookin' for a bed, lookin' for my

My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man

Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man

Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"

Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, ooh oh

My, my, my, my, my, my
If he can't fix it, gonna find a boy who can

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Man Down - Lyrics - Hell On Earth - Mobb Deep

Title: Man Down
Album: Hell On Earth
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Tajuan Akeom Perry, Albert < Johnson,Us 2> Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
That's my word, God, kick that thug shit, God
Kick that motherfuckin' thug shit man, word up, man
(What's up, son? What's up?)
Word up, get go
(No doubt, nigga)
Money no represent, knowI'msayin'?
(All the time, baby)

No doubt
(YouknowI'msayin'?)
Who we got here, son?
(Shine, baby, shine)
(Look)
Look who we have here, yo
(Up in the sky, sky)

Here come the vultures, the Mobb-laced potent rap shit
Perhaps, kid, make it happen, start the flippin'
You fuckin' comic, who you kidding?
My nigga's laughing, blood bathin', the world's greatest
In-famous crime-zanous to interfere would be dangerous
Plane descent, stand clear, save your strength
You couldn't do the limp if you was coked up
By my Z'd up, whatever the fuck, who gives a fuck? You get fucked
My coalition specializes in collision

The clash of the cliques, the duel o' the iron mac
Spit and leave ya half-split
You'll be missin' much more than a fraction when it's time for action
Hit 'em while a man down, make that nigga backspin
Trapped up, a [unverified] madman
We blastin', you're collapsin', heavily light my gold Mac 10
Get imprisoned with dem raps they have you relapsin'
You get castin' the Mobb, deaf and assin'

We face splashin', dope fake's ice-pick stabbin'
He slow leakin', he 'ternally bleedin' for speakin'
Outta place, niggas get placed back indecent
Live at the main event may I present
Screamin' out loud for any squad that's deaf
My Infamous Mobb, ya heart throb, hold ya breath
It's KO from dead arm rights and hard lefts
Another satisfied consumer who got blessed
Single out ya army til' there's no man left

Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Lay the fuck down

Infamous cartel, visible evidence
We scarred well, associated team benevolent
Never hesitant, opposition get settled here with
Sharp shit that'll rip through one hundred layers of Kevlar
Sharp like the jim star, exiled, son, he get sent far
He's the foulest, QBC gat bust the loudest
Below profile, peep style, thirsty prowest

Catchin' court cases, pay for your legal aid
Son, that's money wasted, I ain't got time for that
Invest third place on my best sold rap
On the scrap from the ignorant cats
It'll be dead in a few, just like that
Couldn't bust his gat right
(Yo, y'know what?)

But now you bucked your own man, amateur ass
Homeboy take that ass to class
But you cut in, duckin' a reality blast
You catch a D minus fuckin' with New York's finest
The conversation from them outsiders
Dick riders, connivers bomb ya camp
We know survivors, push you off guard, got homicidin'
We analysin', tell you up front ain't no surprises
We take you down first 'round, give ya man pound

Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Lay the fuck down

Check it out, dun, them niggas ain't ones
To be blowin' off the top and shit, I'm tired of shit
Dun, I'm about to dot the bitch and leave him stiff
Toss me the fifth so I can bless the God with gift
Yo nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the topic is this
Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list
First of all them tight niggas with that space-down shit

I stick a rocket up in they ass and give 'em a lift
My marvelous Mobb is tonic, intoxicant, bee-swee
Morphine raps, you get dope from inner mind-see
Shit fienin', now get your fix 'cuz you need it
Fuckin' up your intravenous, the Infamous Mobb top secret
The only way you weakin' is if you beakin' this

Sneak devy niggas mischievous
'Knowledgin' the God behind the scene on some snake shit
The vultures, water from their mouth but we can taste it
We just waitin' with patience
Yo, dun, check the cross-examination these niggas fakin'
So you can scream, you can fiend, you can dream for the bacon
Or you can snatch the Mac for the fagot, ai
Bang 'em up, fuck 'em up

Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Man down
(Man down, down, down, down)
Lay the fuck down
Lay the fuck down, down, down, down

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The Incomparable Mr. Flannery - Lyrics - Clutch

Title: The Incomparable Mr. Flannery
Artist: Clutch
Composer(s): Neil Fallon, Jean-Paul Gaster, Dan Maines, Tim Sult

Lyric:
First we get some surgery
Lose the kids then our identities
But one thing I know for a fact
Mustache stays right where it's at

REO Speedwagon, Kansas to Boston
My ankle bracelet, already gone and lost it
Them Yellow Jackets
Keep the tired man from slacking

Stole my Camaro, primer gray
Took my suitcase, all my pay
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur
How could you do this to me man so close to being cured?

We should get together and talk it over
At the Detroiter, Delaware Destroyers, rocking with Dokken
You front the money and I'll do all the talking
Them Yellow Jackets keep the tired man from slacking

Stole my Camaro, primer gray
Took my suitcase, all my pay
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur
How could you do this to me man so close to being cured?

Come a little closer, honey, I won't bite ya
One more Lager and I might learn to like ya

Stole my Camaro, primer gray
Took my suitcase, all my pay
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur
How could you do this to me man so close to being cured?

Stole my Camaro, primer gray
Took my suitcase, all my pay
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur
How could you do this to me man so close to being cured?

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Baby Hold On To Me - Lyrics - Gerald Levert

Title: Baby Hold On To Me
Artist: Gerald Levert
Composer(s): Gerald Levert, Tony Nicholas

Lyric:
All your friends are tellin' you
You should have a fancy car and diamond rings
But, girl, you know all good things come in time
Girl, you know I'll do just about anythin'
To see a smile upon your face
So don't let your friends go messin' with your mind

Girl, you know there ain't nothin'
I won't do for you
And baby, don't, don't ever
Doubt my love 'cause it's true

Baby, hold on to me
See I'm a special kind
A man that is hard to find
Told you a thousand times
Baby, hold on to me

Baby, hold on to me
See I'm a special kind
A man that is hard to find
Told you a thousand times
Baby, hold on to me

Girl, wasn't I there when he made you cry?
And who was there to comfort you
When he said, "Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye," baby?
Girl, I give you my time, here is my money
All of my heart and you'll be so sorry, baby
If we were to ever part, part

And girl, you know
That I would never hurt you
Girl, you know
That I won't ever desert you

Baby, hold on to me
See I'm a special kind
A man that is hard to find
Told you a thousand times
Baby, hold on to me

Baby, hold on to me
See I'm a special kind
A man that is hard to find
Told you a thousand times
Baby, hold on to me

Baby, see I wanna be everything
That you need
And I promise, baby, I promise, baby
I'll be there for you

Baby, hold on to me
See I'm a special kind
A man that is hard to find
Told you a thousand times
Baby, hold on to me

Hold on
See you clingin' to me
When you need someone to hold you tight
You're gonna look for me
You're gonna look for me
So you better, you better

Baby, hold on to me
See I'm a special kind
A man that is hard to find
Told you a thousand times
Baby, hold on to me

Hold on
Think about it before you let me
Walk out the door, baby
How can you live without me, baby?
'Cause I can't see myself
Livin' without you

Baby, hold on to me
See I'm a special kind
A man that is hard to find
Told you a thousand times
Baby, hold on to me

Hold on
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
I know I'm a good man
And your friends keep tellin' you
Your friends keep tellin' you
All about what they don't know

Baby, hold on to me
See I'm a special kind
A man that is hard to find
Told you a thousand times
Baby, hold on to me

Hold on, hold on
I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
I'm what you need
And I still don't believe

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Guess What? - Lyrics - The Way It Is - Keyshia Cole

Title: Guess What?
Album: The Way It Is
Artist: Keyshia Cole
Composer(s): Sylvester Stewart, Christian Varela, Keyshia Cole, A Da Veiga, Jason Phillips, Sean Garrett

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Lyric:
Keyshia, Jada
You made it, ma

I am tired of the bullshit, competin' with these other chicks
You don't know what to do with this, you acts like this
An' guess what? Nigga, I'm leavin' you
An' guess what? I'm needin' my keys from you

I was so stupid for love, thinkin' you was
Everythin' a real man can give me an' more
But guess not, nigga, I'm leavin' you
An' guess what? I'm needin' my key's from you

Nigga, here's the photo, I gotcha comin' up out her front door
Thought you had me fast but damn, you didn't know
Every time you paged her, she would page me
An' tell me you were there

An' that's a no no, I let you go for months thinkin' so
Wonderin' why you haven't hit this in so long
I'm a smart bitch an' I gave you the rope
An' now you're hangin' there

Tell me what in the hell you're thinkin'
Bein' home alone another weekend
I let you get away with this nonsense for too long
Ain't gon' be no more callin' it slow

I am tired of the bullshit, competin' with these other chicks
You don't know what to do with this, you acts like this
An' guess what? Nigga, I'm leavin' you
An' guess what? I'm needin' my keys from you

I was so stupid for love, thinkin' you was
Everythin' a real man can give me an' more
But guess not, nigga, I'm leavin' you
An' guess what? I'm needin' my key's from you

Now you wanna conversate
Sit back an' talk about the mistakes you made
When I was on your plate but nigga, hold yo' wait now
Wasn't you the one sayin' your woman
You would always appreciate?

I guess it's safe to say now every man that you meet
Has a tendency to cheat, shame on me
For thinkin' you were the same
Hold you with everythin' that you thought
She would be, stay off me

Tell me what in the hell you're thinkin'
Bein' home alone another weekend
I let you get away with this nonsense for too long
Ain't gon' be no more callin' it slow

I am tired of the bullshit, competin' with these other chicks
You don't know what to do with this, you acts like this
An' guess what? Nigga, I'm leavin' you
An' guess what? I'm needin' my keys from you

I was so stupid for love, thinkin' you was
Everythin' a real man can give me an' more
But guess not, nigga, I'm leavin' you
An' guess what? I'm needin' my key's from you

Everythin' I told you, I showed you
Everythin' I promised, came true, if not, boo, I owe you
But it's your loss now an' it ain't nothin'
You know me, I still got the duplex across town

You wanna act hard, yeah, I'ma give you your key's back
Just give me my platinum an' placards
Yeah an' I can't lie, I'ma miss pullin' your hair
An' hittin' it from the back hard

Guess what? I'm just bein' a man
I messed up, fortunately, I ain't got the best luck
But at the end of the day
Just ask me if I give a left nut

I am tired of the bullshit, competin' with these other chicks
You don't know what to do with this, you acts like this
An' guess what? Nigga, I'm leavin' you
An' guess what? I'm needin' my keys from you

I was so stupid for love, thinkin' you was
Everythin' a real man can give me an' more
But guess not, nigga, I'm leavin' you
An' guess what? I'm needin' my key's from you

I am tired of the bullshit, competin' with these other chicks
You don't know what to do with this, you acts like this
An' guess what? Nigga, I'm leavin' you
An' guess what? I'm needin' my keys from you

I was so stupid for love, thinkin' you was
Everythin' a real man can give me an' more
But guess not, nigga, I'm leavin' you
An' guess what? I'm needin' my key's from you

So where were you? Where you been?
You didn't answer your phone, you ain't gotta answer my calls?
So now you gon' try to play me, yo, I'm tired of this bullshit
Get the fuck out, take all your shit an' get the fuck out
I'm leavin'

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If I Was Your Man - Lyrics - Ain't Nothing Like Me - Joe

Title: If I Was Your Man
Album: Ain't Nothing Like Me
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): Mikkel Eriksen, Phillip Lamont Jackson, Tor Erik Hermansen

Lyric:
If I was your man, girl

Girl, I'm so tired of things
I just wanna settle down
I swear to you I've changed
Baby, I ain't buggin' out

I know that I put you through hell
And you deserve to be with someone else
But I gotta be straight up
Girl, I just wanna kiss and make up

Ooh, we've been through a lot of things
How do you throw that away?
You were the heart in me
Can't believe you let it break

Tell me why you won't let him go
You can say what you want but I know
Baby, no more lies, I'ma keep it real this time

Help me understand what I'm saying
And getting through
Why I can't be your man
When I'd give up the world for you?

Girl, I'll do the best I can
Love you forever that's what I'll do
If I was your man, if I was your man
If I was your man

Got rid of everything
That I knew was hurting you
My hustling the streets
Gave that up for you too

Don't want nothing else in the way
I just wanna make sure that you'll stay
Baby, no more lies, I'ma do it right this time

Help me understand what I'm saying
And getting through
Why I can't be your man
When I'd give up the world for you?

Girl, I'll do the best I can
Love you forever that's what I'll do
If I was your man, if I was your man
If I was your man

Can't live without you anymore
Baby, I know that you're worth fighting for
Baby, say that you're still in love with me
In my arms is where you need to be

Can't live without you anymore
Baby, I know that you're worth fighting for
Baby, say that you're still in love with me
In my arms is where you need to be

If I was your man
If I was your man

Help me understand what I'm saying
And getting through
Why I can't be your man
When I'd give up the world for you?

Girl, I'll do the best I can
Love you forever that's what I'll do
If I was your man
If I was your man

Help me understand what I'm saying
And getting through
Why I can't be your man
When I'd give up the world for you?

Girl, I'll do the best I can
Love you forever that's what I'll do
If I was your man
If I was your man

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Fresh Azimiz - Lyrics - Wanted - Bow Wow

Title: Fresh Azimiz
Album: Wanted
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips

Lyric:
When I was 8 I was rhymin' not back yard game playin'
Watchin' Snoop anxiously and waitin' for my chance man
Hot and cocky wit it ?cause I kno' that I am man
I'm goin' down in history like American Bandstand

I stay fresh to def like the neighborhood dope man
I stay on the top ?cause I keep comin' wit dope man
U steady watchin' stealin' but there ain't no hope man
U dealin' wit somethin' bigger than the US Open

And ain't no jokin'
Fresh like Fatlaces and dukey ropes and I keep on smokin'
Young but I'm ready so that means I'm strokin'
If u pet me now'days girl a dawg is soakin'

Addicted to it, JD say I got it bad
18 nigga makin' more than yo dad, see
They think they doin' it, but I'ma outdo ?em
If u know somebody like that, pull up and say to ?em

Ye ain't ridin', ye ain't ridin'
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nuthin' homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't got it, ye ain't got it
U don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin'
Lil' buddy u ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't big big whipping
Steady t-tippin'
No girl getting' homie
U ain't fresh azimiz

Think u is, think ya is
But u ain't, but u ain't
Think u get it crunk like me, but u can't

Now, now, now, now e'ry record that I make
I'm tryin' to get up out the store man
E'ry car I drive I'm tryin' have u sayin', ?Whoa man?
Fourth album comeback power like Rogaine
Records say Columbia, but I'm so so man

I stay on my grind rakin' in that dough man
From records to movies now a TV show man
Anything given to me I'm gon' rep man
Big house, big cars, what u expect man?

Just to get a glimpse, girls breakin' they neck man
Blinded by the light glistenin' off the brake lane
Bow hot as ever, I ain't lost no step
Straight t-shirt, sneakers, I ain't tryin' to go prep

Like these lil' R& groups that need my help
Wish they had my style, wish they had my rep
But oh no, u'll never have it like me man
(Oh no)
And if u can't understand, this is what I'm sayin'

Ye ain't ridin', ye ain't ridin'
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nuthin' homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't got it, ye ain't got it
U don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin'
Lil' buddy u ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't big big whipping
Steady t-tippin'
No girl getting homie
U ain't fresh azimiz

Think u is, think ya is
But u ain't, but u ain't
Think u get it crunk like me, but u can't

I got a spot in MIA to get away from the cold weather
Talk around town as if I'm wit Ciara
Bow fall off, nigga that'll be never
I'm rich, yea I'm rich, I can do whatever

I get a kick outta shuttin' suckas down in the parkin' lot
Especially when they tryin' to stunt, thinking they hot
All out the window talking loud, like they runnin' my block
That's when I come through
(Come through)
And all that stu'
(Stu')

And ain't another young'n keep it fresh like dis man
E'ry year, same time come wit them hits man
Tired of makin' girl fall out wit a kiss man
Well listen and u're stuck, music just like quicksand

Older people say that lil' young dude sick man
Young AI and we cool, thick man
Difference between me and u is u be Bricklin
And I ain't never, ever did that before, no

Ye ain't ridin', ye ain't ridin'
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nuthin' homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't got it, ye ain't got it
U don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin'
Lil' buddy u ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't big big whipping
Steady t-tippin'
No girl getting homie
U ain't fresh azimiz

Think u is, think ya is
But u ain't, but u ain't
Think u get it crunk like me, but u can't

Ye ain't ridin', ye ain't ridin'
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nuthin' homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't got it, ye ain't got it
U don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin'
Lil' buddy u ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't big big whipping
Steady t-tippin'
No girl getting homie
U ain't fresh azimiz

Think u is, think ya is
But u ain't, but u ain't
Think u get it crunk like me, but u can't

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Fresh Azimiz - Lyrics - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Fresh Azimiz
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips

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Lyric:
When I was 8 I was rhymin' not back yard game playin'
Watchin' Snoop anxiously and waitin' for my chance man
Hot and cocky wit it ?cause I kno' that I am man
I'm goin' down in history like American Bandstand

I stay fresh to def like the neighborhood dope man
I stay on the top ?cause I keep comin' wit dope man
U steady watchin' stealin' but there ain't no hope man
U dealin' wit somethin' bigger than the US Open

And ain't no jokin'
Fresh like Fatlaces and dukey ropes and I keep on smokin'
Young but I'm ready so that means I'm strokin'
If u pet me now'days girl a dawg is soakin'

Addicted to it, JD say I got it bad
18 nigga makin' more than yo dad, see
They think they doin' it, but I'ma outdo ?em
If u know somebody like that, pull up and say to ?em

Ye ain't ridin', ye ain't ridin'
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nuthin' homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't got it, ye ain't got it
U don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin'
Lil' buddy u ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't big big whipping
Steady t-tippin'
No girl getting' homie
U ain't fresh azimiz

Think u is, think ya is
But u ain't, but u ain't
Think u get it crunk like me, but u can't

Now, now, now, now e'ry record that I make
I'm tryin' to get up out the store man
E'ry car I drive I'm tryin' have u sayin', ?Whoa man?
Fourth album comeback power like Rogaine
Records say Columbia, but I'm so so man

I stay on my grind rakin' in that dough man
From records to movies now a TV show man
Anything given to me I'm gon' rep man
Big house, big cars, what u expect man?

Just to get a glimpse, girls breakin' they neck man
Blinded by the light glistenin' off the brake lane
Bow hot as ever, I ain't lost no step
Straight t-shirt, sneakers, I ain't tryin' to go prep

Like these lil' R& groups that need my help
Wish they had my style, wish they had my rep
But oh no, u'll never have it like me man
(Oh no)
And if u can't understand, this is what I'm sayin'

Ye ain't ridin', ye ain't ridin'
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nuthin' homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't got it, ye ain't got it
U don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin'
Lil' buddy u ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't big big whipping
Steady t-tippin'
No girl getting homie
U ain't fresh azimiz

Think u is, think ya is
But u ain't, but u ain't
Think u get it crunk like me, but u can't

I got a spot in MIA to get away from the cold weather
Talk around town as if I'm wit Ciara
Bow fall off, nigga that'll be never
I'm rich, yea I'm rich, I can do whatever

I get a kick outta shuttin' suckas down in the parkin' lot
Especially when they tryin' to stunt, thinking they hot
All out the window talking loud, like they runnin' my block
That's when I come through
(Come through)
And all that stu'
(Stu')

And ain't another young'n keep it fresh like dis man
E'ry year, same time come wit them hits man
Tired of makin' girl fall out wit a kiss man
Well listen and u're stuck, music just like quicksand

Older people say that lil' young dude sick man
Young AI and we cool, thick man
Difference between me and u is u be Bricklin
And I ain't never, ever did that before, no

Ye ain't ridin', ye ain't ridin'
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nuthin' homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't got it, ye ain't got it
U don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin'
Lil' buddy u ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't big big whipping
Steady t-tippin'
No girl getting homie
U ain't fresh azimiz

Think u is, think ya is
But u ain't, but u ain't
Think u get it crunk like me, but u can't

Ye ain't ridin', ye ain't ridin'
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nuthin' homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't got it, ye ain't got it
U don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin'
Lil' buddy u ain't fresh azimiz

Ye ain't big big whipping
Steady t-tippin'
No girl getting homie
U ain't fresh azimiz

Think u is, think ya is
But u ain't, but u ain't
Think u get it crunk like me, but u can't

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I'Ve Got Your Man - Lyrics - Strip Tease - Lady Saw

Title: I'Ve Got Your Man
Album: Strip Tease
Artist: Lady Saw
Composer(s): Marion Hall, Ricardo Ducent, Richard Martin

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Lyric:
Girl, when you call my phone
Just say what's on your mind okay
Don't call and hang up
I'm not into that
Yuh want me tell you somethin'
Let me tell you somethin'

Your man he told me
That he's tired of the shit you got
He took one hit
And said my good shit keeps him coming back

He likes it tight
And said your shit is just a little slack
Girl, don't get mad at me
I'm only telling you the fact

I've got your man
And you can't do anything about it
You may think he is coming back to you
But I doubt it

Don't make no sense you even call him
And try to work out it
'Cause I've got your man
And you can't do anything about it

He told me you don't give him room
Nor give him breathing space
And when he's out with friends
You call and get up on his case

He wants a girl that's down and cool
Not all up in his face
That's why I'm here with him
'Cause I'm about to take your place

I've got your man
And you can't do anything about it
You may think he is coming back to you
But I doubt it

Don't make no sense, you even call him
And try to work out it
'Cause I've got your man
And you can't do anything about it

This is a lesson, now you listen and you learnin'
Tek care a yuh man or else you'll lose fi yuh turn
Respec yuh man an yuh respec wi earn
Listen Lady Saw an yuh might nuh get burn

Notice when him nuh come home on time
Nuh cuss him, all yuh gotta do give him good wine
Rub down him belly an tickle at him spine
Yuh might tek a nex gal of a him in mind but

I've got your man
And you can't do anything about it
You may think he is coming back to you
But I doubt it

Don't make no sense you even call him
And try to work out it
'Cause I've got your man
And you can't do anything about it

Your man he told me
That he's tired of the shit you got
He took one hit
And said my good shit keeps him coming back

He likes it tight
And said your shit is just a little slack
Girl, don't get mad at me
I'm only telling you the fact

I've got your man
And you can't do anything about it
You may think he is coming back to you
But I doubt it

Don't make no sense you even call him
And try to work out it
'Cause I've got your man
And you can't do anything about it

I've got your man
And you can't do anything about it
You may think he is coming back to you
But I doubt it

'Cause I've got your man
And you can't do anything about it

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