Tomorrow I'Ll Be Nine - Lyrics - Eels

Title: Tomorrow I'Ll Be Nine
Artist: Eels
Composer(s): Mark O. Everett

Lyric:
Tomorrow I'll be nine
And everything will be the same
Tomorrow I'll be nine
It's only gonna be another day

They're always looking at me funny
I'm always doing something wrong
I'm thinkin' they'd be better off if I was gone

Tomorrow I'll be nine
And everything will be the same
Tomorrow I'll be nine
It's only gonna be another day

They never tell me what they're thinking
They're always busy being mad
I start to thinkin' could it be 'cause I am bad?

Oh, I'll go where I can't hear them
Oh, I'll go away

There's got to be someone who wants me
There's got to be someone who cares
Don't know where they are but I am going there

Tomorrow I'll be nine
And everything will be the same
Tomorrow I'll be nine
I think it's time I make my get away

Tomorrow I'll be nine
Tomorrow I'll be nine

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I'Ll Whip Ya Head Boy - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: I'Ll Whip Ya Head Boy
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): D Brown, Curtis James Jackson, Rondell Edwin Turner

Lyric:
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed

I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed

Two niggaz in the front, two niggaz in the back
That's four niggaz riding strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
Then I start thinking, I should rob all these niggaz

Man my homies they want do whatever I want do
I say I want eat they say shit we want eat to
Let's ride around find a nigga stunting on first street
With the shine's on niggaz be looking like lunch meat

I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start popping some more
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who I is
I got a full clip and niggaz know I get biz

I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed

I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed

I'm up early in the morning, tryna make a move
You coming in here with me shorty take your lil' one to school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the lama to get this cake

Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
Oh, she don't know it, damn, okay we'll wait
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
With a gun to her head saying, "Daddy come home"

You was rolling, popping bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearing you
And the nine will jam, right in my hand

I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed

I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed

I got his homies screaming buck you need to calm down
Niggaz be getting killed every time you come around
We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
She asking God, what my baby dunn did now?

I'm taking every thang, jewelry I want it all
Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waiting we can starting waiting on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow

I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new jaguar
The mack I have his brains all over the fucking sidewalk
And I'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault
March nigga step, right nigga lef'
G-Unit soldier I'm thugging till my death mothafuckas

I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed

I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed

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Plan B - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Plan B
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Craig Bazile, Percy Miller, Mia Young

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Lyric:
Check this out
I mean you ever had one of them uh, gangsta relationships?
I mean like, nobody don't have to gisnote

I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man
But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan
I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man
But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man
But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan
I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man
But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

Jump in my '97 Hummer and rizzide
You be Ms. Bonnie, I'll be Mr. Clyde
Together we be catchin' G's, flipping keys, smokin' weed
It's all about you and me

Causing major pain on this dope game
You be Halle Berry, I'll be the ghetto Damon Wayans
In charge like the Lakers
You got your pink 380, I got my black nine for the haters

My homies call you that nigga but you my bitch
Since we banging, I guess we one click
You be that nigga that I drink with
And you don't even trip if I was to let a freak kiss

You give me rubbers and holla stay strapped
You say you can't catch no fucking rat without a mouse trap
So we be kicking it like G's
It's a drought but you got a connect on some keys

You roll up the flappers and drink 40's
You'll whoop any bitch at any ghetto party
We walk past security 'cause you got the strap
And when my homies see you, you the only female they give dap

You the only nigga that I kiss, make love to
And still do some gangsta shit with
Like menace to society we kick it
I'm Kane, you my thug like Ms. Jada Pinkett

I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man
But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan
I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man
But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man
But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan
I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man
But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I lays back and chill why you ills with the hotties
I'm numero uno in your eyes honey papi
Yo lady Gotti thugged out, who riding ready to kill
Yet make me feel like others can't with my sex appeal

Be riding ghetto thrills but still the bitch behind the trigger
The bitch about her scrilla, the bitch to smack her nigga
If the tone faintly rises in his voice
The choice is mine when it comes to haters living or dying

Blueprinted crimes illustrated by your baby
The unlady like mistress be all about illicit business
Bitches witness us together looking tenderly
But to scared to tell wifey, for fear of me

I'm only trying to be the one with the green papers
Bounce on the dick then help you pull off the mean capers
That's why you praise the biggest mama and you care
Other hoes get X'd out in what we share, yeah

I give you rubbers for your friends for show
Take me shopping tomorrow, short change them hoes
Save them 3 more nuts for me
Alize, hot tubs and an ounce of weed

Please, there's not a jealous bone in my body
Take me off to Jamaica then take your wifey to Hawaii
I don't mind being number 2
You keep more ice on my hands and wrists than an igloo

And if it all falls through you still got me
Your true bitch nigga down to hustle from plan B
Like that nigga but only if you 'bout it

I can be your mistress, you can keep your wifey
I understand, I'm all good with this back-up plan
I can be your mistress, you can keep your wifey
I understand, I'm all good with this back-up plan

I can be your mistress, you can keep your wifey
I understand, I'm all good with this back-up plan
I can be your mistress, you can keep your wifey
I understand, I'm all good with this back-up plan

I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man
But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan
I'ma be your nigga, he could be your man
But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

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Y'All Don'T Know Us - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: Y'All Don'T Know Us
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W Beale, Kamil Beale, Mutahquim Farid, Rufus Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Yo, I can see that you obviously don't know me or my homies
We OUT Lawz, fuck the phonies
A wise hustler once told me, it's on you
Though it was dreams when he first told me, now it's true

I got love for you only to a certain extent
Niggas ain't worth shit, cops and ride dick permits
I heard this and heard that about them OUT Lawz
Some of them soldiers got shot, some of them soldiers fell off

Fuck y'all now everybody tied to us
Hollering out a nigga name but never said what up
That shit critical, despicable, unforgivable
I too like hot knew your own fan won't remember you

Thuggin? but we still spiritual, clear lyrical
I'm like the fuckin? Deff Squad, my ears ain't hearin' yall
Pump fearin' yall but damn I ain't even wantin' to scare yall
Listen to what I tell y?all, fuck the world

Your baby moms and your baby girl, you muthafuckas so fake
Yo they made me wanna earl
Blake, hate snakes thug hatin? the degree
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate thug niggaz

We will never fall, through it all, we'll always stand tall
?Cause in the end we'll be remembered as
Some young muthafucka soldiers
And if you believe in that shit that you heard
Y'all don?t know us, y'all don?t know us

Now I been trapped down and fucked from day one
This indestructible style of mine ain't no fun
Where I'm from, you sure to see about ten niggaz in a bedroom
Eating off the same spoon, sweeping with the same broom

It's a hazard, if you know what you?re like, well, give me, grab it
I was born inside a love zone with a glock nine
Young marriage is critical, then one of them sat down
Living so mystical with influence with a heart full of anger
It's so ridiculous

So give me some with 21 gun soldier salute
With a 19 inch black handle snake knife in my boots
I'm straight from the strong, thug to your life
Right to your wrong, I'll put the good to your evil
I'm the shells to your chrome, you dig that?

I'm life, I'll bring the moon to your night
I'll put the dick to your wife
And I'm the Jesus of your Christ
You dig that?

Respect this
I'll bring the end to your claw
I'll bring the lock to your home
And I'll put the snoop on your dogs
You hear me?

We?ll follow, this little bullet so hollow
I can promise that ecstasy, ain't promised tomorrow
With this two man mades, me and my soul, death a strayed
I watch my parents get blowed away, now look what it made

I'm something to face
This lunacy then with me, then with chemistry
Got my eyes on you, the first time you cross me
I'll be frying you, ?cause y'all don't know me

We will never fall, through it all
We'll always stand tall
?Cause in the end we'll be remembered as
Some young muthafucka soldiers

When we was kids, the loving felt good
But of course have the respect though it's even better
Now for this cheddar, niggaz is laying deader
Then Malcom and Martin put together
Oh Lord, only knows where we'll end up

Remember what Pac said, watch the fuckin? signs
But we wasn't listening, too busy trippin? off his shine
Now one time for my muthafuckin' Outlawz
Napoleon, Noble and Kastro, may we all roll

And if you don't know, we got the rap game Pedro
Scared ?cause we ?bout to release like heavy metal
Nationwide, underground, we running the ghettos
Stealing all of your fan base like we kleptos

Bitch, I can't let go, I been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too long
And niggaz is stealing my shit and busting it wrong
Hot shots holla back when you get 'em
Outlawz'll stick 'em, bustin' back at the system

Military wisdom, preparing myself for Armageddon
Breaking my balls at this game knowing it's a dead end
And my only weapon is my belief that I'm superior
Yeah we the muthafuckas that you niggaz is leery off

Controlling my steam knowing my team to deserve more
Fuck the reframe, stick to the game and earn more
Holding my head, rolling the head with focus
Laughing inside ?cause deep inside y'all don't know us, muthafuckas

We will never fall, through it all, we'll always stand tall, why?
?Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
And if you believe in that shit that you heard
Y'all don?t know us, y'all don?t know us

We will never fall, never, through it all, we'll always stand tall
?Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
And if you believe in that shit that you heard
Y'all don?t know us, y'all don?t know us

Ain't never know niggaz like us, boy
They don't make niggaz like us no more
Thug in peace, to all my niggaz
Never, never fall, never fall
See ya soon

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Violent - Lyrics - 2Pacalypse Now - 2pac

Title: Violent
Album: 2Pacalypse Now
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Ron Brooks, Tupac Amaru Shakur, David Leland Elliott, Leon Huff, Kenneth Gamble

Lyric:
They claim that I'm violent
Just 'cause I refuse to be silent
These hypocrites are havin fits
'Cause I'm not buyin' it, defyin' it

Envious because I will rebel against any oppressor
And this is known as self defense
I show no mercy, they claim that I'm the lunatic
But when the shit gets thick, I'm the one you go and get

Don't look confused, the truth is so plain to see
'Cause I'm the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be
In every jeep and every car, brothers stomp this
I'm never ignorant, getting goals accomplished

The underground railroad on an uprise
This time the truth's gettin' told, heard enough lies
I told em fight back, attack on society
If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be

If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin' from
Look through our history, America's the violent one
Unlock my brain, break the chains of your misery
This time the payback for evil shit you did to me

They call me militant, racist cause I will resist
You wanna censor somethin', motherfucker censor this
My words are weapons, and I'm steppin' to the silent
Wakin' up the masses, but you claim that I'm violent

They claimin' that I'm violent, cut and scratched
Fuck the damn cop, cut and scratched
Just because we play what the people want
They claimin' that I'm violent, cut and scratched

Fuck the damn cop, cut and scratched
Just because we play what the people want
They claimin' that I'm violent, cut and scratched
Fuck the damn cop, cut and scratched

The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me
Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats
Jacked by the police, didn't have my ID
I said, "Excuse me, why you tryin to rob me?"

He had tha nerve to say that I had a curfew
Do you know what time it is?
Get out the fucking car, or I'll hurt you
"Get out the car or I'lI hurt you"

So here I go, I better make my mind up
Pick my nine up or hit the line-up
I chose B, stepped into the streets
The first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat

They grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete
Ay man, aiyo, ay man just c'mon
"What you doin' man?", They tried to frame me
They tried to say I had some dope in the back seat

But I'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend
My homie panicked, "I'm out", he tried to run
Freeze nigga, I heard a bullet fire from the cop's gun
My homie dropped so, I hit the cop

I kept swingin', yo, I couldn't stop
Before I knew it, I was beatin' the cop senseless
The other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless
[Unverified] Argh, fuck you

Now I'm against this cop who was racist
Given him a taste of tradin' places
And all this, cause the peckerwood was tryin' this
Frame up, but I came up, now they claimin' that I'm violent

As I was beatin' on a cop, I heard a gun click, uh-ohh
Then the gun shot, but I wasn't hit
I turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand
He shot the cop damn, now he's a dead man

I said, come on, it's time for us to get away
Let's go, we gotta get the fuck outta here
They called for backup, and they'll be on their way
Jumped in the car, and tried to get away quick

The car wouldn't start, damn, we in deep shit
So we jumped out, c'mon let's take the cop's car
We drove a little ways thinkin' that we got far
But I looked up and all I saw was blue lights

If I die tonight, I'm dying in a gunfight
I grabbed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge
Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray
We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

And when we through sprayin' Audi, then we steppin'
This is a lesson to the rednecks and crooked cops
You fuck with real niggaz, get ya fuckin' ass dropped
So here we go, the police against us

Dark as dusk, waitin' for the guns to bust, what's next man?
What's next, I don't know and I don't care
One things fo' sho' tomorrow I won't be here
But if I go, I'm takin' all these punks with me

Pass me a clip G, now come and get me
You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent
Givin' them a reason, a reason to claim that I'm violent

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Let It Be Known - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Let It Be Known
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Quincy Jones, Dedrick Rolison, Alvin Joiner, Brad Jordan

Lyric:
Mack Dime, come on Scarface, Mack demand the respect
X to tha Z Xzibit, c'mon [Incomprehensible], it's true, we bang

I got trouble rhymes to a death the troubled times
A double nine incase niggas get out of line
And heaven knows that I tried to change
But in the mist of trying to be a better man
Trouble is all I can seem to see

And the fact is I know tomorrow isn't promised to me
So from this day forth I'll be all I can be
My brother turned his back on me
Got to be my own man
Regardless of what the stakes is, I'ma play my own hand

And I'm tired of being let down by my so called friends
Regardless to the blood shed and no tears in the end
Father, please forgive for I have sinned forgive us all
But I ain't to blame the lunatics wearing my heart
And I think I gotta build another wall

'Cause I don't want the world to see me
'Cause maybe these demons will try to end me
I'm exhausted and my body's sleepy
Never the less it's hard to rest, I'm a nervous wreck
I walk with the stress

I use to walk around with a vest
But now a days I be like, "Fuck it dog
You fuck with me I gots to fuck with ya'll"
And make ends is just another word for pay back
Paying you back today for this grudge that I had way back

You niggas I grew up with wouldn't play with that
I send you bitches to the morgue with holes in your head
No remorse, why you think my niggas taught me to ball?
'Cause I be walking around in designer suits?
In fact these niggas know that I'm the truth

Always scandalous, eye before I shoot
For disrespect [Incomprehensible] there is no excuse
Calling the choices
No respect, respect is respect

X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up, back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known

X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up, back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known

I play with psychotic, lunatic, gang da rang shit
You know that walk up dome nigga close range shit
Mack 10 probably licked out so deep I dream on it
Locate my pray and [Incomprehensible] and put my red dot beam on it

Put the hammer lot squeeze on it with the dope kick in
Fuck a rage feel the 44 shot deep with in
Bitch niggas can't fuck with true niggas by nature
And believe me dog you got a problem on your hands if I hate ya

I'll make [Incomprehensible] spit flames like a K nigga
Now close your eyes, pray nigga I swear it's your day nigga
Got so much dope off it's like a crack storm to me
And your heart is so gone but your ass belongs to me

Using my colors against me but this time stay true
Ain't no body to blame shoot, for you now being through
Plus and make one move to the game
When your scandalous living trife
That's when you fuck with a real nigga gotta pay with your life

X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up, back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known

X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up, back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known

You say, I can't hustle well, hell if I can't
I keep my nose to the grind and go hard to the paint
With a ki of that white or a pound of that dank
And if it's dank it gotta be sticky and stank

It's the dope dealer 1-0 the powder pusher
You's a pussy so you's a dusher and blood gusher
I'ma Inglewood swangin', I'ma rep Hoo-Bangin'
I'ma let my nuts hangin', I'ma do tha damn thangin'

I fuck all bitch niggas and slap up hoes
And shatter windows with K's and chemicals
So when the funk kick is on
We don't need a show stopper
Get the rangin' east poppers
Squeeze and waving east choppers

Fuck around with this shit and get your wig split
Either do it myself or just pay for your hit
It's the chicken hard passion
And I'm never letting up
Anything in my way best believe I'm wetting up

X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known

X! Want a war? Die on, walk the line get it on
Here to today, then your gone fucking with us
If you talk it up back it up, paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up, let it be known
X!

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Simple Livin' - Lyrics - The Papercut Chronicles - Gym Class Heroes

Title: Simple Livin'
Album: The Papercut Chronicles
Artist: Gym Class Heroes
Composer(s): Travis L Mccoy, Matthew Mcginley

Lyric:
I'm like nine hours away from finishing my nine hour shift
And wishing I was gone nine hours ago
'Cause nine hours wasted tossin' back the chicken
I could've written nine verses just in time for the show
Slacker mind state retirin' on time that's borrowed
My motto's I'll stop procrastinatin' tomorrow
I took the sorrow from the windchimes
Left happiness lonesome and strung up
Sarcasm to make the melody wholesome

From my lungs to my feet I'm breathing
Everything I speak but now they're charging for oxygen
And the bills due next week, I'll be a day late and a buck short
Story of my life, I wish my pay rate was much more
Duckin' swords in a rat race
I didn't apply for running towards something that's fake
And thinking, why for, they're shutting doors right in my face
And sitting high horse is a car and a dope place
Something to die for, this is my war

And now I'm schemin' on plots to make my pockets swell
Simple living is a bitch but damn, I do it well
Some are fortunate to make it and some of 'em fail
Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed

Schemin' on plots, hey hey
Simple living is a bitch, hey hey
Some are fortunate to make it, hey hey
Some locomotors push through, hey hey

I lead a crocodile mile lifestyle I run and slide
But when it's time to collide with the bump
I always bail 'cause I'm not ready for that dive
Or that silly 9-5 solidified career option
A hop skip and a leap away from rock star
And not too far away from fillin' pop's shoes
The idyllic hard workin' type of callous feet
Complete with wife, kids, dog, house and picket fence
That's nonsense, I'm convinced I'm built for better things

And won't settle for the empty smile that cheddar brings
It seems like i'm working hard simply
'Cause it's what they say I have to do
You graduate and then you either get a job or you go to school
12 years wasn't enough, that's more than half of my life spent
Trying to make the world accept me
Plus I've got the papers saying that I made it through
Now I'm working 2 jobs
Three with music and you don't respect me?
Fuck it I'll retire now, you'll work until you're 62

And now I'm schemin' on plots to make my pockets swell
Simple living is a bitch but damn, I do it well
Some are fortunate to make it and some of 'em fail
Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed

Schemin' on plots, hey hey
Simple living is a bitch, hey hey
Some are fortunate to make it, hey hey
Some locomotives push through, hey hey

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Niggas Die 4 Me - Lyrics - Drag On

Title: Niggas Die 4 Me
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Mel Smalls, Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Uh, let's go
Whoo, drag-On baby
Come on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

Rigga niggas wanna see the dog nigga bite
But this kid Drag strike a light
Fuck five mics, my fire burn the wire
'Cause we the niggas that plug, wrap 'em in the rug

Flames mini blowin' on my hands like dust
Chicks wanna slurp? I guarantee I'll make ya burp
Just push yo' teeth to the curb and hum a word
Some nerve, cats think they can touch a torch

You don't know I buy my gun just for me to toss
Fuck what it costs, I don't care what kind of drop you pushin'
I put my fifteen to your top and dump bullets
Yeah, I see y'all cowards like to wear vests

Well, I'ma aim a little higher, like for your neck
I puff lye, I'ma lift blunts 'til my arm look like Popeye
'Til the day is bye-bye 'til then 300G fly by, rented
So foggy windows look tinted

We just be lookin' at your Roley at dem hot shows
So go 'head boy, get drunk, pop that Mo'
Until I pull ya to the side, see the nine kid?
And since you got that nice watch, you know what time it is

'Cause Drag's clock say 7:30
So sudden move and you gon' be left somewhere real dirty, dirty
Double R, a camp where it's all champs
And if y'all want to stop fire, open up a damn

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

Bet'cha niggas wonder
Why Drag always spit fire? Why I always pop shit?
About how I burn niggas 'til they chocolate
'Cause I'm the 'Opposite of H2O', now ya know

Fix your wrinkled face, my iron press more than clothes
And girls, I love 'em when I meet 'em, might eat 'em
But when they act up, it's like Turner Tina
Don't me get the burner

Catch me in the low key Pontiac Sun sippin' Con-gac
Y'all know how that affects blacks, so you know I clash that
No way, I'ma blow all these gats and crack stacks
I'ma lil' nigga so you know I run fast

But don't do much of it do a lot of gun bustin'
'Cause when I let off a clip, I get a kick
Outta seeing niggas run, eyes open, hopin' they don't trip
Hear the echoes blocks away

Type of bricklayers that hear shots today and give your blocks away
Run up on papi, hey, drop the yay
And if he don't stall this world be popped tomorrow
Drag-On speaks with a stutter, but I rhyme well

So like a dead snitch it's hard to tell, dirty dirty, niggas, word
This is to my grimy grimy, niggas, word
This is to my RR, niggas, word
Yeah, 'cause we Double R, nigga, you heard? Come on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on
...

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Aunt Dot - Lyrics - The Notorious K.I.M. - Lil' Kim

Title: Aunt Dot
Album: The Notorious K.I.M.
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Mario Winans, Kimberly Jones

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Lyric:
My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets
Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer

What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies
I heard a knock at the door
To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes

Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
She called me by my government name, Kimberly
Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie
She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie

Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly
She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match
Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose
And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit
Then she handed me the note, here, read this

I just stared her up and down
'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it
It said, "Bitches is out to get you
Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz"

"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends
They know where you live, so evacuate the crib
And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice
Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her"

"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol
And tomorrow is her first violin recital
And she would be more than happy if you could take her
Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later"

Damn, what went wrong?
Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?
Bitches all up in my ass like a thong
If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'

'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on
What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on
What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future
To bring back your head like Medusa

Girls be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

Girls be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather
It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together
How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me
And dress like me and look like me

And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house
Askin' me for money, day in, day out
And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha
She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha

C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.
I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine
C'mon please, I wanna be just like you
600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies

Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and
H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock
Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes
But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls

Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's
Versace hottie in designer clothes
Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us
Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus

I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E
But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee
What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?
Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean

You know what? I like you, little big person
Rule number one, no cursin'
Anyway, what you know about that?
You too young for that, when I was your age

I woulda got hung for that
Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot
So she could fill me in a little more about the plot
Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two

"Hello?" Yo, what's the deal?
Why these bitches buggin' out
I mean, what's this all about?
"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy

They don't want you to win no more
Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more
And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more
The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store

I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door"
For real? "Yup, then I choked the bitch out
At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet
Through her in my backseat

Then I dumped her on a dead-end street
The other two? Yeah, they still linger
But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em
So just pray I come home

And when we hang up, get rid of your phone"
Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother
It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another
Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex

And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next
'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu
Is the reason why the story is to be continued

Girls be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

Girls be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

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Seven Days - Lyrics - Craig David

Title: Seven Days
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Darren John Hill, Mark Hill, Craig David

Lyric:
You know what?
Got something to say
Yeah, Craig David
7 Days, check it out, yeah

On my way to see my friends
Who lived a couple blocks away from me
As I walked through the subway
Must have been about quarter past three

In front of me stood a beautiful honey
With a beautiful body, she asked me for the time
I said it'd cost her a name, a six digit number
And a date with me tomorrow at nine

Did she decline? No
Didn't she mind? I don't think so
Oh, was it for real? Damn sure
Oh, what was the deal? A pretty girl aged twenty-four

So was she keen? She couldn't wait
Cinnamon queen? Let me update
Oh, what did she say?

She said she'd love to rendezvous
She asked me what we were gonna do
Said we'd start with a bottle of Moet for two

Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

Nine was the time
'Cos I'll be getting mine
And she was looking fine
Smooth talker she told me

She'd love to unfold me all night long
Ooh, I loved the way she kicked it
From the front to back she flipped it
Back she flipped it, the way she kicked it

And I, oh, I yeah
Hope that she'd care
'Cos I'm a man who'll always be there

Ooh, yeah
I'm not a man to play around baby
Ooh, yeah
'Cos a one night stand isn't really fair

From the first impression, girl
You don't seem to be like that
'Cos there's no need to chat
For there'll be plenty of time for that

From the subway to my home
Endless ringing of my phone
When you're feeling all alone
All you gotta do is just call me, call me

Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

Break it down, break it down
Since I met this special lady, ooh, girl
I can't get her off my mind
She's one of a kind

And I ain't about to deny it
It's a special kind of thing
With you, ohh

Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

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7 Days - Lyrics - Born To Do It - Craig David

Title: 7 Days
Album: Born To Do It
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Darren John Hill, Mark Hill, Craig David

Lyric:
On my way to see my friends
Who lived a couple of blocks away from me
As I walked through the subway
It must have been about quarter past three

In front of me
Stood a beautiful honey with a beautiful body
She asked me for the time, I said it'd cost her her name
A six digit number and a date with me tomorrow at nine

"Did she decline?"
"No"
"Didn't she mind?"
"I don't think so"

"Was it for real?"
"Damn sure"
"What was the deal?"
"A pretty girl aged twenty-four"

"So was she keen?"
"She couldn't wait"
"Cinnamon Queen?"
"Let me update"

"What did she say?"
She said, "She'd love to rendezvous"
She asked me, "What we were gonna do?"
Said we'd start with a bottle of Moet for two

Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday, we chilled on Sunday

I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday, we chilled on Sunday

Nine was the time
'Cause I'll be getting mine
And she was looking fine
Smooth talker, she told me she'd love to unfold me all night long

Ooh, I loved the way she kicked it
From the front to the back she flipped it
Back she flipped it, ooh the way she kicked it
And I ohh, I yeah, hope that she'd care
'Cause I'm a man who'll always be there

Ooh yeah, I'm not a man to play around baby
Ooh yeah, 'cause a one night stand isn't really fair
From the first impression girl, you don't seem to be like that
'Cause there's no need to chat for there'll be plenty time for that

From the subway to my home
Endless ringing of my phone
When you're feeling all alone
All you gotta do is just call me, call me

Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday, we chilled on Sunday

I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday, we chilled on Sunday

Break it down, break it down
Since I met this special lady
Ooh yeah, I can't get her off my mind
She's one of a kind and I ain't about to deny it
It's a special kind of thing with you, ohh

Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday, we chilled on Sunday

I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday, we chilled on Sunday

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Seven Days ( Remix ) - Lyrics - Craig David

Title: Seven Days ( Remix )
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Darren John Hill, Mark Hill, Craig David

Lyric:
You know what?
Got something to say
Yeah, Craig David
7 Days, check it out, yeah

On my way to see my friends
Who lived a couple blocks away from me
As I walked through the subway
Must have been about quarter past three

In front of me stood a beautiful honey
With a beautiful body, she asked me for the time
I said it'd cost her a name, a six digit number
And a date with me tomorrow at nine

Did she decline? No
Didn't she mind? I don't think so
Oh, was it for real? Damn sure
Oh, what was the deal? A pretty girl aged twenty-four

So was she keen? She couldn't wait
Cinnamon queen? Let me update
Oh, what did she say?

She said she'd love to rendezvous
She asked me what we were gonna do
Said we'd start with a bottle of Moet for two

Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

Nine was the time
'Cos I'll be getting mine
And she was looking fine
Smooth talker she told me

She'd love to unfold me all night long
Ooh, I loved the way she kicked it
From the front to back she flipped it
Back she flipped it, the way she kicked it

And I, oh, I yeah
Hope that she'd care
'Cos I'm a man who'll always be there

Ooh, yeah
I'm not a man to play around baby
Ooh, yeah
'Cos a one night stand isn't really fair

From the first impression, girl
You don't seem to be like that
'Cos there's no need to chat
For there'll be plenty of time for that

From the subway to my home
Endless ringing of my phone
When you're feeling all alone
All you gotta do is just call me, call me

Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

Break it down, break it down
Since I met this special lady, ooh, girl
I can't get her off my mind
She's one of a kind

And I ain't about to deny it
It's a special kind of thing
With you, ohh

Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday

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Trill Niggas Don’t Die - Lyrics - Stop N Go - Ugk

Title: Trill Niggas Don’t Die
Album: Stop N Go
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Paul Jackson, J Mcvey, Bernard James Freeman, Joseph Howard Jr., John Okuribido, Dino Fekaris, Chad L Butler, Nick Zesses

Lyric:
I pack that nine every time and I ain't trying dying
Pussy nigga
I pack that nine every time and I ain't trying dying

I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die

Pussy nigga, thinking you gon' kill me
I got some'ing for your ass, nigga you gon' feel me
I'ma blow you out the wate, with the 2-23
Putting dick up in your daughter, rap is over I serve some cheese

Nigga talking 'bout robbing Chad
Run up on me with that first will leave you stinking in the grass
If you're Cathlic go to mass, if you're Baptist go to church
See a hoe up in a nigga, gon' pull up a skirt

That'll be some incredible shit
Niggaz scheming on my bezel, on some devilish shit
I been to hell and back, on another level you bitch
Go on try it I'm going live, they gon' need a shovel for you bitch

I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die

I been stabbed I been shot, went from no fans to being hot
But somehow always fall short, for trying to keep fiddles in my pot
In a doggy dog world, y'all fellas be chasing girls
When I place myself in history, too hot for a ladder to catch me

But I can't help but to notice, I'm one of the coldest
And I know y'all haters love when I'm locked up, but I won't lose focus
Yeah I wrote this counting down, how many days I got
So lately my gun ain't been hid, it's been displayed a lot

My attitude is fucked up, I don't give a fuck 'cause I just don't give one
Thinking 'bout living a life where everything
You do right is wrong, mo'fucker I live one
I know niggaz wanna kill me but I'm still riding pride
'Cause the Lord riding with me and that's the main reason why

I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die

Some niggaz win and some niggaz lose
Some niggaz getting bruised, some always crying the blues
Some niggaz already lost and ain't gon' lose no mo'
Big shoes, hoe choose, ain't paying dues no mo'

Everything y'all trying to do, I built a school hoe
Now it's fly to talk country, I made the rules hoe
I was sagging in my khaki's 'fore Dickie's was cool
Gangsta Nike's on my feet, our music banging in the streets

The young B.G.'s, really love to fuck
Fuck radio and BET, I'm out here bumping in the trunk
For the girls popping pussy and the boys with the blow
Cadillac'ers and flat-backers, I'm out here ripping for it hoe

I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die

Can't any man, boy or woman take away my soul
It's a gift given from God and I'm keeping a tight hold
The world is ugly and cold, trying to make me the same
But I'ma keep it one hundred, when it come to the game

Tame attitude, they get the wolves to grouping up
They laying boys down, they future they scooping up
We keep it click tight, so when niggaz start lurking
In the dark heaters start, anybody start jerking

Put my work in on the reg', the powder in the keg
A dragging society, don't borrow don't beg
For tomorrow so gon' 'head with your pity, I'ma be cool
Kindergarteners was looking up to me in pre-school

Down with Pimp C fool and P A T the town
Representing it to the fullest, till I'm gone I hold it down
Bun Beater, would never sell you no lie
So if you ask for the truth, I'ma reply to trill niggaz don't die

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I Ain'T Drunk - Lyrics - Deluxe Edition - Albert Collins

Title: I Ain'T Drunk
Album: Deluxe Edition
Artist: Albert Collins
Composer(s): Jimmy Liggins

Lyric:
Everyday baby, when the sun go down
I get with my friends, an' I begin to clown
I don't care, what the people are thinkin'
I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin'

(But you're so high)
Oh man, you know I ain't high
(But you're so high)
I just take a little bit, every now an' then

(But you're so high)
Aw man you oughta be 'shamed of yourself
(Stay drunk all the time)
Aw, c'mon now, I know ya'll do me like that

Come home last night, all lush
Baby get in a fuss, I said, "Honey, hush"
I don't care, what the people are thinkin'
I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin'

(But you're so high)
I ain't drunk, and I done told ya'all I ain't drunk now
Why ya'll doin' me like this?
(But you're so high)
Actually, I just haded fun, man

(But you're so high)
What? Aw no, I'm not
(Stay drunk all the time)
Damn, I don't know why you're all talkin' about me like that

You done the right thing, I wanna thank you, too
Now, let's have a little drink, just me an' you
I don't care, what the people are thinkin'
I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin'

(But you're so high)
Who me? I ain't high man
(But you're so high)
I don't know why you all talk about me like that

(But you're so high)
You've gotta mind your own business, brother
(Stay drunk all the time)
You, you oughta watch yourself too
You don't understand what I'm sayin'

I wanna tip you, baby, before I go
I'll be back tomorrow night an' drink some more
I don't care, what the people are thinkin'
I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin'

(But you're so high)
Oh no, you the one drunk, look at yo' eyes, man
(But you're so high)
Don't you tell my old lady, now

Well I ain't had it
(But you're so high)
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve
(Stay drunk all the time)

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Get Up And Get It - Lyrics - Thug World Order - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Get Up And Get It
Album: Thug World Order
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Felecia Lindsey, Kimberly Ward, Mike Chesser, Stephen Shockley, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Adam Gibbs, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

It's all about money ain't nobody frontin'
I gotta go get it we gotta survive
Whether it's workin' a nine to five
Or ridin' the hustle I gotta get mine, bottom line

Most of my time I'm out here puttin' in work
For all of my days that I run this earth
I'ma make it count for what it's worth
You never know about this life
And the type of pain that it can bring

That's why you gotta get off of you're thing
'Cuz it ain't no dream and it ain't no game
We so serious, dogg you know it don't stop
I know time is the devil's workshop

See I do it I did it and y'all know that I'm wit it
I'll give anything for passin' and take to it back
A hustlin' little brother with crack
But now I grind a little bit harder
Harder my niggaz stories in order

See, it was hard for me momma
My mother dropped in the water
My sister was damn fast

Heather was right behind ya
Cassie, that's my little sister
My father loved you like the only child
Funny, he ain't never seen my smile

Get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You betta get on yo grind
You betta go get it if you really tryin' to shine
You betta be keepin' yo eyes on your prize at all times

Keepin' it real for my all of my thugs in the projects
The niggaz that ain't got shit
Not havin' this nonsense my niggaz

My momma said, boy if you ever wanna be anything
Get off the couch and out my house, use your brain
So I took heed and I jumped right up on my feet
Got off the streets and I'll be in heat
I'm laughing at police now

Coming to you like this
This used to be child, is now a grown man
Don't play with the wrong hand
But I never could quit 'cuz I'm playin' a strong man

Everybody got a point to prove
You might as well start today
Rather than puttin' it off tomorrow
You're lettin' it slip away, lil' Lay, I parle

And get paid, and that's all
And I creep and I rise, in yo eyes I still ball
And stand tall with my chest

And my cheek to the sky
I'm in it to win it my nigga believe it
Until the day that I die, so come on

Get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

Anything you want, anything you need
You gotta get it, yeah and go get it
Ain't comin' to you, you gotta put in your dues
Show the world that you can do it

Don't let nobody hold you back
So you betta get your hustle on
Baby betta get your hustle on
You betta

We some of the livest, you know
True thugs don't really mind to riot, let it go
They sayin' get up and get it
Yes we went and did it, you won't admit it
'Cuz you hatin', 'cuz you can't get it

Every since I was a young thug
Been creepin' showin' mo' love
Even when I got it you best to give it up
It's Cleveland, until we get what we want we ain't leaving
This is what we want with no chumps, please believe it

Get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

Get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

You gotta get up, get out and get something
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it

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We On That Shit - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: We On That Shit
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Eve Jeffers, Anthony Fields, Kaseem Dean, Darrin Dean

Lyric:
Aight now get your guns, ain't no stopping me
Need the whole cash bundled up for me and my bitches shopping spree
The robbery, damn ya smart, and you guessed right in me
Asking all those questions gonna was to set you up right

Wet 'em all, pretend I'm Jada, lata set it off
Cartier, Rolley, time frozen get 'em all
Dingling medallions, all that glisten is mine
And all that bitchin' that you doing, I got'cha kissin' this nine

Y'all niggas, worst than bitches, tears in your eyes
I ain't got no sympathy so if you scared, nigga cry
On your knees, face in chest, lips shut
Fuck the mask, we're robbing you in lipstick and wigs, what?

Yeah we brawl, but you took me out and let me see it all
Braggin' 'bout the shit you got and now I get it all
Matter of fact, take your clothes off, I like it when they're bare
Everything from iceberg to silk Dolce underwear, come on

Hey yo, check that nigga 'cause we on that shit
Get out your ride fool 'cause we on that shit
Hid your stash box 'cause we on that shit
Run that ice 'cause we on that shit

Keep a loaded clip 'cause we on that shit
Ryde or die nigga 'cause we on that shit
We out to get it all 'cause we on that shit
And Eve don't play 'cause she takes no shit

Uh, yo, yo, yo, I shoot backing out, P max them out
And the only way I don't get shit is if you stash the house
Professional bitches, destined for riches and precious jewels
Distracted by the size of my ass, had you fooled

I ain't getting' nada, forget that
Just sit back and watch me take everything even you're drough sack
Yeah, my bitch can roll with, smoking while we pack
Expensive paintings on your walls, gimme that

Ain't no slacking, time ain't a factor, I'mma get it all
Used to ball with your niggas, now I'm making you crawl across the floor
Ego crushed and I don't give a fuck
Small change to the range, heard what I said, give it up

I know it ain't right, but me and my bitches gotta eat tonight
And every night from now on, get it right
Why, why ask why? I'm simply living and I get what I want
By simply taking or you're simply giving

Hey yo, check that nigga 'cause we on that shit
Get out your ride fool 'cause we on that shit
Hid your stash box 'cause we on that shit
Run that ice 'cause we on that shit

Keep a loaded clip 'cause we on that shit
Ryde or die nigga 'cause we on that shit
We out to get it all 'cause we on that shit
And Eve don't play 'cause she takes no shit

Y'all niggas faggottish
Cops spot me got me running out my kiss
Unlatch the ice pieces on my neck and wrist
Screeching in the streets from the five series to a ditch

I'm fast, he'd have to waste it and I ain't scared to blast
Ducking, jumping over shit, bet this bitch could last
Ready for war, act like I ain't done this shit before
Practice on me next week, I'll be wanting more

Best believe you ain't gonna live to see tomorrow
My dogs already warned your mother, she'll be full of sorrow
Busting through the door, somebody's house, kids screaming
I ain't gonna front somehow I wish that I was sleeping, dreaming

Too late it's done now, all you hear is gun sounds
Cock back, pop, pop, pop, and I'm like what now
Ghetto bird on me, weaving through the trees
Last fence I hopped over, fell and landed on my knees
Barrels at my temple, hey yo fuck it I'ma make it simple

Hey yo, check that nigga 'cause we on that shit
Get out your ride fool 'cause we on that shit
Hid your stash box 'cause we on that shit
Run that ice 'cause we on that shit

Keep a loaded clip 'cause we on that shit
Ryde or die nigga 'cause we on that shit
We out to get it all 'cause we on that shit
And Eve don't play 'cause she takes no shit

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