U Bring Me Down - Lyrics - Asia

Title: U Bring Me Down
Artist: Asia
Composer(s): Geoff Downes, Aziz Ibrahim, John Payne

Lyric:
Don't tell me what you are
Don't tell me what you're after
Don't tell me what you want
Don't tell me what you need

Aren't you just the one to always point the finger?
I don't care for you 'cos you don't care for me

Bring me down
Bring me down

I could breathe, I could fly
The day before you came
Think you own my skin now
Break the chains, free the slave
Turn the tides against you

Talking to the sky you promise evolution
Progression of the mind by selling of the soul
The last will be the first in the dust of revolution
Someone cares for me but no one cares for you

Bring me down
Bring me down

U bring me down, you're giving me no hope
(Bring me down)
Sucking off our land, blowing off the smoke
Virus in the veins that run into the sea
Poisoning the world with your generosity

U bring me down, you're killing me with lies
(Bring me down)
You take away our ears won't take away my eyes
The red, red sea will return into the vein

Will I breathe? Will I see?
Far beneath the clearest stream
To the deepest ocean
Break the chains, free the slaves
Give back the blood, that you claim from this world now

U bring me down, you're giving me no hope
(Bring me down)
Sucking off our land, blowing off the smoke
Virus in the veins that run into the sea
Poisoning the world with your generosity

U bring me down, you're killing me with lies
(Bring me down)
You take away our ears won't take away my eyes
The red, red sea will return into the vein
Covering the world, are you happy with your gain?

U bring me down, you're giving me no hope
(Bring me down)
Sucking off our land, blowing off the smoke
Virus in the veins that run into the sea
Poisoning the world with your generosity

U bring me down, you're killing me with lies
(Bring me down)
You take away our ears won't take away my eyes
The red, red sea will return into the vein
Covering the world, are you happy with your gain?

U bring me down, you're giving me no hope
(Bring me down)
Sucking off our land, blowing off the smoke
Virus in the veins that run into the sea
Poisoning the world with your generosity

U bring me down, you're killing me with lies
(Bring me down)
You take away our ears won't take away my eyes
The red, red sea will return into the vein
Covering the world, are you happy with your gain?

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R U Still Down - Lyrics - Jon B.

Title: R U Still Down
Artist: Jon B.
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur, Jonathan Buck

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Lyric:
Haha, Jon B, bring it on now
Let them feel were your coming from
Let them feel were your coming from
Only the ladies, only the ladies

Girl it?s alright, baby
(Are u still down for me now?)
'Cause it?s there in your eyes, yeah
(Are u still down for me?)

I can see that you want me
(Are u still down for me now?)
By the way that you smile
(Yeah, are u still down for me?)

Left once again at home
Another night on your own
Ain't no fun in lovin' if you?re lovin' alone
How does it feel to be useless, oh no, tell me

Can you recall how close we used to be then
Can you still remember those feelings again
Seems like everytime I see you
There?s a tear in your eye
(What you cryin' for?)
Time to make some decisions or go dyin' inside

Tell ?em all call me a fool
But I?m stuck in this love thing
Plus I?m over heatin? from the rush
Our tongues touch

Kissin' fellin' fireworks, watch the sky
I'll make you smile
But you'd rather have what makes you cry

Say goodbye and I'll leave now
With my heart on my sleeve, memories now
What I found is you still care you had feelings
And they?re still there, baby
Girl, keep it real here are u still down?

Girl it?s alright, baby
(It's alright)
'Cause it?s there in your eyes, yeah
(It's in your eyes, I can see it in your eyes)

I can see that you want me
(Don't cha want me? don't cha want me?)
By the way that you smile
(Haha )
Are u still down for me?

Remember that evening
(Baby, are u still down?)
I knew that you were too scared
To go all the way

But you did it to please me
You were crying it was raining
When you gave it to me

The more I see you
The more that I feel inside
And I know one day
You?ll make it back to where you can fly
(Watch time go)

Don?t cry
(Watcha cryin' for?)
Tomorrow brings better days
Let me dry your eyes
Take your burden away

Only once in a lifetime touch my soul
Go slow, baby, boo, don?t rush the flow
Got me all weak, baby but I?m strong in parts
More bounce to the ounce with the longest sparks

Gettin' mine like fine wine, measured in time
Many other brothers loved you but the pleasure was mine
Mama told me how to love a woman properly sprung
We committed so I hit it and it?s properly done
Are u still down?

Girl it?s alright, baby
(Are u still down for me now?)
'Cause it?s there in your eyes yeah
(It's in your eyes, I can see it in your eyes)

I can see that you want me
(Don't cha want me? Don't cha want me?)
By the way that you smile
(Come on, come on)
(Tell me)
Are u still down for me?

Yeah, girl it?s alright, baby
(Yeah, are u still down for me now?)
'Cause it?s there in your eyes, yeah
(It's in your eyes, I can see it in your eyes)

I can see that you want me
(She want you Jon, she want you)
By the way you smile
(Look at she smile at cha look)

Baby are u still down, are you down for me?
Baby are u still down, still down for me?
Baby are u still down, still down for me?
Baby are u still down, still down for me?

Baby are u still down, still down for me?
Baby are u still down, still down for me?
Baby are u still down, still down for me?
Baby are u still down, still down for me?

Baby are u still down, still down for me?
Baby are u still down, still down for me?
Baby are u still down, still down for me?
Baby are u still down, still down for me?

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Are U Still Down - Lyrics - Cool Relax - Jon B.

Title: Are U Still Down
Album: Cool Relax
Artist: Jon B.
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur, Jonathan Buck

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Lyric:
Jon B, bring it on now
Let them feel where you're comin' from
Let them feel where your'e comin' from
Only the ladies, only the ladies

Girl, it's alright, baby
'Cause it's there in your eyes
I can see that you want me
By the way that you smile
Are u still down for me?

Left once again at home
Another night on your own
Ain't no fun in lovin' if you're lovin' alone
How does it feel to be useless? No

Can you recall how close we used to be then?
Can you still remember those feelings again?
Seems like every time I see you, there's a tear in your eye
Time to make some decisions or go dyin' inside

Tell 'em all call me a fool but I'm stuck in this love thing
Plus I'm overheatin' from the rush, our tongues touch
Kissin', feelin' fireworks, watch the sky, I make you smile
But you'd rather have what makes you cry

Say goodbye an' I leave now
With my heart on my sleeve, memories now
What I found is you still care
You had feelings an' they're still there
Baby girl, keep it real here, are u still down?

Girl, it's alright, baby
'Cause it's there in your eyes
I can see that you want me
By the way that you smile
Are u still down for me?

Remember that evening
I knew that you were too scared to go all the way
But you did it to please me
Cryin', it was rainin' when you gave it to me

The more I see you, the more that I feel inside
An' I know one day you'll make it back to where you can fly
Watch time go, don't cry, tomorrow brings better days
Let me dry your eyes an' take your burden away

Only once in a lifetime, touch my soul, go slow
Baby boo, don't rush the flow
Got me all weak, baby, but I'm strong in parts
More bounce to the ounce with the longest sparks

Gettin' mine like fine wine, measured in time
Many other brothers loved you but the pleasure was mine
Mama taught me how to love a woman, properly, sprung
We committed so I hit it so it's properly done
Are u still down?

Girl, it's alright, baby
'Cause it's there in your eyes
I can see that you want me
By the way that you smile
Are u still down for me?

Girl, it's alright, baby
'Cause it's there in your eyes
I can see that you want me
By the way you smile

Baby, are u still down, are you down for me?
Baby, are u still down, still down for me?
Baby, are u still down, still down for me?
Baby, are u still down, still down for me?

Baby, are u still down, still down for me?
Baby, are u still down, still down for me?
Baby, are u still down, still down for me?
Baby, are u still down, still down for me?

Baby, are u still down, still down for me?
Baby, are u still down, still down for me?
Baby, are u still down, still down for me?
Baby, are u still down, u still down for me?

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Down 4 U - Lyrics - Ashanti

Title: Down 4 U
Artist: Ashanti
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, S Aurelius, Jeffrey B Atkins, Andre Parker, Ashanti S Douglas, Roger Troutman, Tiffany Lane Jarmon, L Rayner, Larry Troutman

Lyric:
New Ja Rule, Vita, Charlie Baltimore, Ashanti
Fat Joe, All Murder Inc
Irv Gotti, Chris, TNT
What

I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down 4 u
Do ya trust me? Yeah
Love me? Yeah

You're puttin' it on me ya must be
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain't only for the Rule baby)

I ride 4 u, die 4 u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick

This chick, no intentions of bein' offensive
The women by callin' ya'll bitches
My down ass bitches
Still my queen bitch's cut look clean

On ya finger, next to the finger, ya flipped at me
And this no in between me and you
Only me and you
Who else gon' put it on me like the Rule

God only looks after children and foo's
And you not so who gon' look after you
It's Rule baby

True baby, it's only for you baby
Vita thighs only divide if you beside
'Cause I love the way you touch me
Nobody can get it

And if it's comin' and gunnin'
Just come in it and spit it
So when ya gone for a minute
I just fantasize like if it's you, it's all in it

Then I'm satisfied 'til' you come back to me
Holdin' stack and jewels
V I T A and my nigga Ja Rule, baby

I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down 4 u
Do ya trust me? Yeah
Love me? Yeah

You're puttin' it on me ya must be
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain't only for the Rule baby)

I ride 4 u, die 4 u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick

I'm gonna be here when ya need
Rule, baby can always count on me
No, you don't ever have to worry
You know I'll make it in a hurry

I'm here for ya and I won't never leave tears for ya
'Cause boy ya got to me
There will never be another for me
You'll always be my one and only

Baby girl, would ya bust ya gun with me?
(Yeah, yeah)
Lie to the feds to come get me?
(Yeah, yeah)

And if I died, kill for me?
(Yeah, yeah)
Are you trustin' me?
(Yeah, yeah)

Are you lovin' me?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, let's get it grinnin'
Like we asked for the Simpsons or Ike and Anna Mehoe

On one their good days
You smile like sun rays five five
With brown eyes and thick legs
Only for the Rule baby

I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down 4 u
Do ya trust me? Yeah
Love me? Yeah

You're puttin' it on me ya must be
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain't only for the Rule baby)

I ride 4 u, die 4 u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick

Now baby, I told you I can show you better than I can tell you
Don't try to bring conversey and mail
Just sweet words and naked photos
I'm still that pretty down, down ass 2 cars behind ya 6

And I diss any clown ass rockin' my brown ass
Only a down ass and it's all for you
I'm grown a tad bit since we been at like rare bitches
To move a little bumper and it's
And it's all for Rule

Shit, who gon' love you like that?
Thug with you wit a stack to the ceilin'
And spilt in the dub with you
'Cause I played my position with K.O.D's, O.G's

Until that blood shed, blood red and we O-Ded
Remember every word that ya told me
Showed me, hold me

All you need in your life is Chuck, drugs, and dubs on 22's
Now tell me who the hunny for you, Chuck

I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down 4 u
Do ya trust me? Yeah
Love me? Yeah

You're puttin' it on me ya must be
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain't only for the Rule baby)

I ride 4 u, die 4 u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick

I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down 4 u
Do ya trust me? Yeah
Love me? Yeah

You're puttin' it on me ya must be
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain't only for the Rule baby)

I ride 4 u, die 4 u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick

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You Bring The Freak Out Of Me - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: You Bring The Freak Out Of Me
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Shawntae Harris, Nick Ingram, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
You make me talk nasty, nasty to you
Dream about how I wanna do you
Think things to think about you, bring it out
You show me how to use my tongue
You just some yum, yum, tasty, tasty
And when you take me and take me
You bring the freak out in me

I'm freaky, freaky, gimme head, head
I wanna see how you get down, go down, go down and get fed
Come 'n get some tasty, tasty
Lick each 'n every individual part and make me, make me

Come come a chameleon see a different position
To do something different to the yum, yum
Jump, jump on top of the kitchen cabinet
So you can stick it 'n pump, pump

Miss Harris waiting for whatever I feel like having
Save you some embarrassment
I'm an Aries 'n I ain't scared of shit
Dare you to flinch then 'n there I'll make your chest hairs lift

You make me talk nasty, nasty to you
Dream about how I wanna do you
Think things to think about you, bring it out
You show me how to use my tongue
You just some yum, yum, tasty, tasty
And when you take me and take me
You bring the freak out in me

Only you do ah, ah think about this n try, try
To kiss all the places missed by the basic lovin' up your guy-ah
Ride in the park in the broad daylight
Real hard like we the only ones around

Back of the car, tearing u apart
'N this how shit be goin' down
When I pump you say harder, harder
Love it when I bring my camcorder

Whipped cream, take everything
Even when we first got started started
From the bedroom to the dance floor
To a slow tune up against the door
To the up 'n down, to the in 'n out
To the way you sound

You make me talk nasty, nasty to you
Dream about how I wanna do you
Think things to think about you, bring it out
You show me how to use my tongue
You just some yum, yum, tasty, tasty
And when you take me and take me
You bring the freak out in me

Are you gonna fuck me? You think I'm not?
Come on baby, I'm comin'
Lets fuck, I love it when you talk like that
Yeah whatever, go down there
Show me how to use my tongue
I want you to put your tongue right here
Talk to me
Right there on there, yeah

I'm a super freak I do what you need
I'm a slave for you, stay craving you
I'm available, I'm unfadable
And I'm capable to disable you

I break you down, blow out your pipe
Turn out your lights and leave your wife
Lay me down on my back but don't let my Timberlands clap
Hit it up like its Wimbledon

Don't spare a racket 'cause Brat freaky like that
Just once taste of the nipple
And two kisses will leave you crippled
You done fell in love with shantizzle
And I'm a keep you fiending for mizzo
The 6-0 six-fo bizzo got one of the freakiest hizzo's

You make me talk nasty nasty to you
Dream about how I wanna do you
Think things to think about you, bring it out
You show me how to use my tongue
You just some yum, yum, tasty, tasty
And when you take me and take me
You bring the freak out in me

You make me talk nasty, nasty to you
Dream about how I wanna do you
Think things to think about you, bring it out
You show me how to use my tongue
You just some yum, yum, tasty, tasty
And when you take me and take me
You bring the freak out in me

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What U Niggaz Thought - Lyrics - Celly Cel

Title: What U Niggaz Thought
Artist: Celly Cel
Composer(s): Kevin Q. Gardner, Marceles Mccarver

Lyric:
What u niggaz thought
Gots some bill like bitches on the under
Tryin' to keep it on the slunder 'cuz I made you wonder
If I was down 'cuz I rap, now what that mean?
I'm 'bouts to raise up out the hood and leave my 17

Shot glock on the block like I want peace
The only peace I'm gon' get is when I'm deceased
So you still punkin' yeah if I got to
Trigger finger itchin' and I just might pop you

Glock to a muthafuckin' head in the 9-5
Oh so you gon' buck 'em down just so you can stay alive
I thought you knew but these fools keep crossin' me
And I be feelin' like the devil got lost in me

When I flash so nigga you a killa
Mamas and babies, they say I'm crazy 'cuz I give a
Nigga one chance not to fuck wit me
'Cuz when you fuck wit me, I gots to take your whole family

Man you sick, naw I ain't got shit to lose
It ain't no rules, I been locked up in county blues
All they can do is send me to the pen with a lunch
To get my guts and walk the yard with my folks
I'm gettin' smoked but the judge give me 25
When I get caught, I'mma blast what u niggaz thought

Bring the chalk
(Bring the chalk)
Scrape the bodies off the asphalt
(Scrape the bodies off the muthafuckin' asphalt)
It's on when you're in my zone, what u niggaz thought
(What u niggaz thought)

Bring the chalk
(Bring the chalk)
Scrape the bodies off the asphalt
(Scrape the bodies off the muthafuckin' asphalt)
It's on when you're in my zone, what u niggaz thought
(What u niggaz thought)

Man you nationwide, why you still kickin' it?
'Cuz Niner Ross got a 30 round clip in it
And we can take 10 paces then draw
'Fore you turn around, I take 2 and blow off your jaw

Ain't nothin' fair in the hood
I dare a nigga to stare at the barrel of my hair pin trigga and square up
Watch his body flare up like some [Incomprehensible]
Heart pumpin' kool-aid now he's sweet as sugar kane

I thought you was quiet but now I see you in the violence
Killas don't talk, real niggas move in silence
And I'mma silently creep upon these niggas slowly
And split the funeral money, [Incomprehensible]

Homie don't ya know me? I'm that nigga wit the weapons
Y'all can have them hoes, I'm thinkin' fuck the Smith and Wessons
Just feel my nuts and get to splittin' half a bloody bath
Is what you get for crossin' my path as I bail and laugh

Niggas like you get smoked everyday
I'm one of the walkin' dead any muthafuckin' way
I don't even trip when them fools be muggin' me
They wanna see the thug in me, dead with a slug in me

It's do or die, slip, creep or be crept on
Makin' 'em swallow 32 hollow tips when the swept on
Rollin wit they heater if fools get smoked, it ain't my fault
Plottin' and catchin' a mutha-fucka slippin' what U niggaz thought

Bring the chalk
(Bring the chalk)
Scrape the bodies off the asphalt
(Scrape the bodies off the muthafuckin' asphalt)
It's on when you're in my zone, what u niggaz thought
(What u niggaz thought)

Bring the chalk
(Bring the chalk)
Scrape the bodies off the asphalt
(Scrape the bodies off the muthafuckin' asphalt)
It's on when you're in my zone, what u niggaz thought
(What u niggaz thought)

What they be thinkin' when they see you creepin' through the streets?
They wanna split me but they know I'm boxin' wit my heat
And under my seat, it's in my lap, I got it cocked back
Whatever the destination, can't be lose 'cuz they be peelin' caps

Yeah, I feel you, naw, I don't even feel myself
So quick to blast, I can't get smoked unless I kill myself
Damn I lost my mind when I bought my nine
Fill it up with a thirty round clip like thallon tips all on your blind

Say throwin' them thangs so fool, put your hands down
Bailin' through your hood, then catch you slippin' wit your pants down
'Cuz when you slip, you're put to sleep, it ain't no wakin' up
I got these Betty Crocker ass niggas cakin' up

Peakin' out the window, smoked like indo smoked like [Incomprehensible]
The shit that get you stuck when you see me raisin up outta the bush
So you be creepin' on the late night, right
Naw, the best way to kill a nigga is in broad daylight

Like dat I thought you knew me but you went soft
Now it's 'bout time I cut your mutha-fuckin' water off
Stompin' in my steel-toes, bailin' wit my H I
Double L west niggas puttin' y'all to rest niggas
Bring the chalk, scrape your bodies off the asphalt
It's on when you in my zone what u niggaz thought

Bring the chalk
(Bring the chalk)
Scrape the bodies off the asphalt
(Scrape the bodies off the muthafuckin' asphalt)
It's on when you're in my zone, what u niggaz thought
(What u niggaz thought)

Bring the chalk
(Bring the chalk)
Scrape the bodies off the asphalt
(Scrape the bodies off the muthafuckin' asphalt)
It's on when you're in my zone, what u niggaz thought
(What u niggaz thought)

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U For Me - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: U For Me
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): R Hall, D Murphy, L Dechalus, W Dixon

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, uh-huh

U for me (U for me)
And me for you (Me for you)
One for all (One for all)
That's the way we do (That's the way we do)
U for me (U for me)
And me for you (That's right)
One for all (One for all)
That's the way we do (That's the way we do)

Yeah I keep truer, sidestep MC's like manure
Play the corner like a sewer, keep it milky like Kahlua
Ya heard my shit be off the optimately optimate
Once a nigga begin to spit, get ya high like trees and shit
That's it, then I push it uptown to the Bush
Yeah I moosh, watch me hook it off like a Nike swoosh
My conglomerates reign dominance with prominence
Son, a lot of niggas thought I was done but I only just begun
Can y'all feel me because we feel y'all can
Smoke the tree right off the times, long live Brand Nubian
My rhyme flow be imported, got so many different styles my shit is assorted
Never distorted, wanna catch my flow, better cam cord it
I'm a take you there, believe me yo
See I'm here like welfare, got so many niggas livin my nickname should be
"Air"
You for me, me for you, that's how we do, 99-to-two-thou Brand Nu

U for me (Uhuh)
Me for you (Me for you)
One for all (One for all now)
That's the way we do (That's just the way we do)
U for me (That's you for me)
Me for you (Uhuh)
One for all (One for all)
That's the way we do (That's just the way we do)

Yeah, we engage the enemy, arrange the assembly
Flip thru the pages of time, do you remember me?
Thru the ages I existed only as a memory
Some of me exists inside your biochemistry
I be the slave that always misbehave, runnin for days
The North Star help me find my way
I ain't got no time to play, I'm trying to get away
Bloodhounds tryin to track me down, tryin to bring me back to town
If they catch me they just might ax me
Won't arraign me, they probably hang me
But it's freedom or death, exert speed til my last breath
Can't half step, Whitey's on my trail
I'm ridin on the underground rail, hidin from the face that's pale
Me and Harriet, Swing Low Sweet Chariot and take me home
They wanna break my bones and take me where they keep the tombstones

U for me (That's you for me)
Me for you (and that's me for you)
One for all (One for all baby)
That's the way we do (That's just the way that we do)
U for me (Brand Nu, Brand Nu)
Me for you (Me for you, huh)
One for all (One for all)
That's the way we do (That's the way we do)

Let me find out, y'all tryin to dine out without me there
It can't happen, why is ya still yappin?
I'm known by college grads and then by anyone who all knighted
Why you so excited? You scarin chicks and grabbin em
Talkin bout cabbin off the bat
Relax nigga, you here with me, we don't get down like that
I keep 13 with one in the ass, you Catholic mass
Nobody wants to die and be a mural on the wall
I'm the apostle y'all, I'm like Samuel L.L
But I'll swing by you like Eve with a gun in my sleeve
Weed spots is like my need spots, let freedom ring
Sadat X Luther King
I wanna 1000 from the housing, don't know how much the club allows in
But I told the bouncer, I said "Yo that's not my fault
There's no need for assault", push and hit the asphalt
Now I'm a peaceful man, would you do for me, or is it

U for me (Is it in like that?)
Me for you (Fo' sho', here we go)
One for all (I said it's one for all)
That's the way we do (That's the way that we do)
U for me (U for me, u for me y'all)
Me for you (Fo' sho', I'm for you, dogg)
One for all (One for all)
That's the way we do (That's the way we do)

U for me (Brand Nubian huh)
Me for you ('98-'99)
One for all (Touche, here we go)
That's the way we do (And that's the way, that's the way, that's the way)
U for me (Yeah sho' nuff)
Me for you (Uhuh, keep it goin)
One for all (One for all baby)
That's the way we do (That's the way we do, that's the way we do)

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U Wanna Be Me - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Nas

Title: U Wanna Be Me
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): N Jones, C Thompson, Tony Long

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Lyric:
Uhh, ooh, baby, baby
Keep it thug and keep yo' heat
Na nah nah nah nah

Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin' pitiful

First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
'Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too

I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to they self no more
I'm like Hugh Hefner, you lesser

You just a wanna be me, you can't you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So u wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, u wanna be me, son, I'm the one and only

But u wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction

You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It's childish, should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick

That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction
You a pussy with a yeast infection

You unlucky, I'm your fuckin' C-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you

U wanna be me, you can't you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So u wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, u wanna be me, son, I'm the one and only

But u wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction

You can't be me, I'm tryin' to walk a straight line
Why they tryin' to take mine? I'm past 8 Miles of every state line
Eating, alligators and humming bird hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch

As real millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God, son and I've come
From the God under pure peace
To represent the streets

You'll see that my plan is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to mankind and teach
Every MC, reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative, what you made of junior?

'Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand to battle Nas, not in your plan
I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting

A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the King, where my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin' laughin' to the lions, throw your ass in

What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin'?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin' that you comin' for the kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha, ha, ha
Take me out, try, try, try

But u wanna be me, you can't, you fagot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So u wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, u wanna be me, son, I'm the one and only

But u wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But u wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction, you can't be me

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Why U Treat Me So Cold - Lyrics - Didn't See Me Coming - Keith Sweat

Title: Why U Treat Me So Cold
Album: Didn't See Me Coming
Artist: Keith Sweat
Composer(s): Steve Huff, Keith D Sweat

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Lyric:
Why u treat me cold, cold, cold, cold?
Why you do me wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong?
I was doin' what I had to do
And what I did was for me and you

Girl, you know I did my time
All I had was you on my mind
Two years is a long time
I nearly almost lost my mind

Counted every day that went by
Couldn't wait to see the look in your eye
All I thought about was loving you
See a man had to do what a man had to do

Why u treat me cold, cold, cold, cold?
Why you do me wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong?
I was doin' what I had to do
And what I did was for me and you

Why u treat me cold, cold, cold, cold?
Why you do me wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong?
I was doin' what I had to do
And what I did was for me and you

Girl, don't you know that things got hard
I could not stand bein' apart?
Questioned whether your love was true
Was somebody else loving you?

Now I'm knockin' at your door
You tellin' me you don't want me no more
What the hell am I to do?
See a man had to do what a man had to do

Why u treat me cold, cold, cold, cold?
Why you do me wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong?
I was doin' what I had to do
And what I did was for me and you

Why u treat me cold, cold, cold, cold?
Why you do me wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong?
I was doin' what I had to do
And what I did was for me and you

Why u treat me cold, cold, cold, cold?
Why you do me wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong?
I was doin' what I had to do
And what I did was for me and you

Girl, can't you see what you're doin' to me?
Is this the way you want things to be?
Gave you everything that I have
You treat me so cold, you treat me so bad

Girl, can't you see you're killin' me?
Is this the way you want things to be?
My mind is so damn confused
Tell me what am I to do?

I was on the grind movin' bricks
You was tryin' to bring me back
To nickels and dimes, you had to quit
I was servin' it

Ready to ride or die behind my partner
Ready to slang that nine at any time
'Cuz I'm a rider
Nigga know, Lil' Wayne

Get down and dirty for this cheddar
And for me to let a broad interfere, nigga never
I was taught better than that
Slim and Baby gave me the ropes

And Rabbit taught me the game
And if you think I'm gon' let go
Then you can catch up with your thang
It ain't gon' happen

Why u treat me cold, cold, cold, cold?
Why you do me wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong?
I was doin' what I had to do
And what I did was for me and you

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U Stank - Lyrics - Too $Hort

Title: U Stank
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Derick Coleman, Tracey Lewis, Todd Anthony Shaw, Taj Tilghman

Lyric:
Luscious bitch, she is true
But it's not nice to fool Mother Nature
The proud mother of God, like all hoes
Is, is jealous of her own shadow

Who is this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?

By suckin' their brain until their ability
To think was amputated
By pimpin' their instincts until they were fat
Horny an' strung out
An' her right to be kept queen of the universe
Who is this bitch?

You get somethin' for nothin' when you got to get the gas
Spit the game in her ear, tell her get on the ave
It's mind manipulation in every situation
There's a pimp an' a ho
Somebody roll this Dayton downhill

Takin' the easy way
While the other brother say it should be this way
Which one are you? 'Cause I was 'Born to Mack'
Since the day of my birth, I was sworn to that

It's the P I M P that's in me
You envy, how instantly I make ten G's
An' never lift a finger, makes you wanna bring a
Player to the show an' get your clown, Jerry Springer

Blame the consumers, how I look at life
It's just another day in a hooker's life
With no tricks, there's no pimpin'
It's like drugs with no fiends, sex with no women

Down with the P Funk, F U N Kaich
Down with the P Funk, P U
Down with the P Funk, F U N K
Why not?

Let's funk until they smell it
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
Let's funk until they smell it

I came through, the party was packed
I saw three top notches, the rest was rats
I could smell it, when I first touched down
I saw yo' bitch, she wanna fuck right now

Quit actin' scared 'cause I just might get her
Spend the night wit her, won't spend my life wit her
My specialty is runnin' game
But this ain't hide an' go get it, I ain't playin'

I'm on a constant pursuit of panties
She said she had a man, I said, ?Bitch, can he
Stick dick to ya, give ya long slow strokes
Or beat your pussy up 'til it smokes??

Young girl lookin' brand new, told me what her man do
Fake-ass nigga, she can't stand you
I took advantage of her, nigga, fuck you
I know bitches, I know just what to do

I like fat girls, I had plenty
Black an' white, tall or skinny
If you asked me, I won't change my mind
I can't marry you, I told you that the last time

Let's funk 'em, let's funk 'em
'Til they smell it
Let's funk 'em 'til they smell it
Bitch, let's funk 'em 'til they smell it
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)

Let's funk 'em 'til they smell it
Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank
Miss me with that shit
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
Miss me with that shit, bitch

Now, it happened
A case of the miss me with that shits
Miss me with that shit, somethin' stink

Well, I might be young but I bathe in Cristal
Bitches, they know the name, sling dick like pistol
Cuff your bitch now 'fore we put her on tape
With some dick on her face, screamin' gimme a taste

Fuck the rest of these niggaz an' bitches
That's like niggaz, man, fuck that nigga
I'ma pawn that nigga, I'm beyond that nigga
If you ain't packin' a pistol then run, my nigga

'Cause we been to known to rip shit up
So keep yo' chains up
'Fore you lames get plucked, you shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up 'fore I bust two at your truck
Draped in all black, two in the Coupe, you better duck

Who's that lookin' through my window? Blaow, nobody now
You motherfuckers better lay it down
B A B Y, capital D C
Virtual pimpin', we mackin' in 3-D

Miss me with that shit
Yeah, that ain't no jive

Down with the P Funk, F U N K
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
Why not? Beotch
Down with the P Funk, F U N K, u stank
Down with the P Funk, F U

Down with the P Funk, F U N K
(U stank)
Why not?
P Funk, F U N
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
Down with the P Funk, P U
(U stank, bitch)

Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank
I smell ya, u stank
Oh, it's so funky 'cause u stank, beotch
Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank

Now you got me talkin' niggarish
So just color me like a nigga
Peanut bitin' on my tongue
While I'm spillin' nigga gibberish

Nigga got a habit of babblin' broken English
So make an American African nigga won't be distinguished
Perceivin' me to be somewhat a common nigga?
Fuck an AK 47, a millimeter

Don't need a fresh hooker on my jock shootin' drag
Gettin' paid hoe, go rush some cash
You went to school to still run in the street
Back in the day, you know a raw nigga like me don't play

I'ma blue B L A C K black-ass nigga
Suck my dick an' make it bigger
As I walk into the party, I grab my goatin' ass
You see him an' you love him, here you go, hoe, hug him

Walkin' around here with your lips curled, makin' me sick
Actin' like you got class, this here Sheba Makeba
I said naw, disagree
She was a beat the bitch, bitch, I bet I'll beat yo' ass

In a minute, I'm a cuss
I'm a nigga, I don't give a motherfuck
Jam is biggerer, thickerer
You a nigga but I am nigga-er
This is to be, spit it, baby

Hey, did you get that shit on tape?
Oh, my God, that nigga is cold, dawg
You see my pockets stay full, yours stay empty
You say I look Kunta Kinte
Blue black ain't shit jack, I'm blacker than that
Jet black, yeah, I do smoke crack

You an' your bitch will get checked
I have no respect for a skeezer
I'll slap her in her muh'fuckin' face
An' it won't disgrace this nigga
Oh, yes, oh, my God
Nigga, you got some shit done

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No Shorts, No Losses - Lyrics - E. 1999 Eternal - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: No Shorts, No Losses
Album: E. 1999 Eternal
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Bone D J U-Neek Kenny Mccloud

Lyric:
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

I'm taking a swig of the 'burb word
Downing my fifth and I swerve
Drunk as I bend on the curb
Get up to purchase some herbs
To ease up my nerves
While a nigga got rocks to serve

Heard about thugs and hustlas
But never knew none like us before
We junking them off in dumpsters
Suck these thuggish, ruggish nuts
Peep this cut

Make a nigga wanna do some dirt
Putting in work, gotta hit 'em where it hurts
Putting it down, Bone first
And I hit 'em wid the Ouija curse
Them worse to worst

Dog, if you wanting to test Bone
The consequences are fatal
Ready be strapped, papped wid me sawed off
Clack back 'cause I believe in me label

Ruthless and we steady be putting it down
Just for the love of money, yeah
For the love of the wasteland Claire
For the love that brought me here

Dropping piece to the double glock
Ready when the trouble knocks, pop pop ya pistol now
If a nigga wanna run up, gun up
Put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down

Harmony smooth wid the thug shit
Mo' Murda to the fool that clone
Five niggas loc'd out wid the roughness
And it's war trying crab these Bones

Bring on ya stretchers, ya dearly departed
Ya rest in the coffin for daring to cross this
Come and get that ass tossed by the boss bitch
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Nigga come fuck wid me now
Krayzie that nigga that pump pump
Nigga that's my daily thang
Down wid the bang bang, swanging them thangs
It really don't matter, man, insane to the brain

My niggas, so how could you ever compete with the trigger?
Bitch, if you decide you want some of this now
Bite one bid and nigga, we're coming to cut ya
Everyday be the same old
Still gotta flip on the same hoe

Niggas that be trying to study the thugs
But nigga, back up, it's a Bone thing, what?
Never taking no shorts or no losses
Creeping up outta me clik, see
'Mo' Murda', 'Mo' Murda' and Ouija will be with me
Creeping on a come up doing it for the love of money

Stalking gat fools walking jack moves
Ready to pap you if we have too
Remember me, no surrender
Kill 'em and lay 'em up deep in ah coffin
Me no pretender
Leatherface taking no shorts or no losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Ain't taking no shorts or no losses tossing
Niggas all up in them coffins
They don't know when they run up, I gun 'em
Gotta let 'em know who the boss is
See, pop, pop let 'em drop

Mo' Thug, them niggas is nothing but killas
We creeping, we needing mo' money
We sick and we cold and we hungry
(Huh)
I'm loving my thugstas
My clik consist of nothing but hustlas
The nigga you know that'll hurt ya

Serve and murda all bustas now
Hard times, gotta grind, get mine
Even if it means pap, that's ya life
And a nigga gotta die by the sword
The gauge, my nine and my knife

Cocking, I pump my slugs all up in ya, now what?
Shoot a bitch just like a nigga
Ain't no favor, trigger, you fall
It's Wish Bone, no shorts, gotta get mine
Yeah, it's my time
Me and my thugs smoking, choking
Let a nigga P.O.D, off that wine

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Remember when that dog jumped out of the Darkside
Come creep in the barrel, bitch, if you test my hood
It'll be your loss, even if you bring your click
Get tossed and it'd do you no good

Can't fuck wid my gang, no thang
And the bullets they ring out
Strangle the man and drug 'em up off the Claire
We strip 'em and beat they brains out

I gotta give Ps to all ah my Trues
Steadily paying them dues
We niggas wid nothing to lose
Tripping and sipping on brews and acting a fool

Mo' Thug be loving to smoke mo bud
Fiend for the green leaves
Nigga, quick, pull out them trees
I pull out me cheese
Now gimme now what me need

Remember, me killa cap peeler
Still a realer nigga and I'm on to dig ya
So bitch if ya run up, I'm bound to rip ya
Me put in me work, pulling me bullets, it hurt
Better run to chalk it
Digging ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood
See the Bone'll take no shorts or losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Bone, y'all Bone, nigga, that's starting some shit up, what?
Little Ripster get you cleared up thugs
All of my muthafuckas show they nuts and guts
Running up out the cut, pumping bucks

Ready ta fuck you up, must bust them
And steady be dumping thugging on the Claire, oh, yeah
Let's smoke out on 88th jumping wid playas
When me forty four let go, feeling the glock, glock roll
95th gunning outta the window
We peeping out the few coming outta the back do'

Hang, on the Darkside ride,
Pick up your tec and let fly, why?
I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine nine
Ride, me killa, gravedigga nigga, coming up out my trench
Rest in peace and running from the holice
Jumping that barbed wire fence

Hitting the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazing
Gotta watch for the po-po raising up, up on me
Turn around and face 'em
Pump, pump and fade 'em now

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Tip - Things U Do - Lyrics - Q

Title: Tip - Things U Do
Artist: Q
Composer(s): Kamaal Fareed, James Yancey

Lyric:
Let's talk about these things we see walking across the land
Let's talk about these joints I got, every body get down
Let's talk about these things we see
Let's talk about these joints I got

Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do and

Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do and

Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do and

Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do and

I puff L's with ladies and gentlemen
I break spells with faith in a burst of wind
Others talk but, what they talk about?
Who could walk but live what they walkabout

A calm head in the middle of wartime
People go down just so they could get more shine
Girls wave your flag and surrender your faculty
Niggaz got geez but its not really mack to me

Keep it soft like we killers and often gat
You walking on me guaranteed you be crawling back
Abstract see it like this is the king in you
Allies living one more if I'm fuckin' too

Dogs don't eat it up increase they feedin' time
I'll be damned if a mutt starts eating mine
Let's stay clubbed out the moon makes it whistle
Pants gripped your ass now I hope they don't fall apart

Look around you tell me who else is shining girl
Fat rapping cats on my dick they just whining girl
That's just the magnetism that a Queens fella has
Range rover gism and he fronting with his Lexus ass

But watch I'ma drop to a bronco
See me in your Bentley nigga just honk yo!
And just know that your man too can get that
And just though that I don't really wet that

And just know that this nigga here flips tracks
Ooh what, whose ya, pain and slip dat
The illest regiment is what I represent
Get us mad you gonna see the way gorillas went

Mactime I need a diamond at least a friend
I fear Allah he has no start and he has no end
We raise the roof up and tear the fuck up off
Bucking hard like the coast guard, who's soft?

Just talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do and

Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do

Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do

Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do and

Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole and a buck or two
And the love for you and the things u do

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Knock U Down - Lyrics - Hot & Wet - 112

Title: Knock U Down
Album: Hot & Wet
Artist: 112
Composer(s): Quinnes Parker, Michael Keith, Daren Jones, Steven Jordan, Marvin Scandrick

Lyric:
The way I wanna knock you

Girl, you got just what I need
Bring it here to me
You can stand in front of me
Or get on top of me
'Coz I'm gonna do to you
What's never been done to you
Gonna give my all to you

It just ain't right
How bad I wanna knock you down
All night, ridin' me up an' down
It feels so tight
The way you squeeze it, girl
Just ain't right, all night, so tight

Lay right there an' close your eyes
Tell me what you like
Anything you want from me
You're gonna get it tonight
Don't be scared to let it go
Baby, let it flow
Girl, I want ya so bad

It just ain't right
How bad I wanna knock you down
All night, ridin' me up an' down
It feels so tight
The way you squeeze it, girl
Just ain't right, all night, so tight

It just ain't right
How bad I wanna knock you down
All night, ridin' me up an' down
It feels so tight
The way you squeeze it, girl
Just ain't right, all night, so tight

Baby, I promise
When our bodies touch
Baby, what you want?
You see what you like
Just let me know
I'm gonna give it all to you
Say, ?Yes?, if you feel it too

Baby, I promise
I want you to feel me inside of you
I would never let your body go
I'm gonna give it all to you
Girl, I really wanna knock you

It just ain't right
How bad I wanna knock you down
All night, ridin' me up an' down
It feels so tight
The way you squeeze it, girl
Just ain't right, all night, so tight

It just ain't right
How bad I wanna knock you down
All night, ridin' me up an' down
It feels so tight
The way you squeeze it, girl
Just ain't right, all night, so tight

It just ain't right
How bad I wanna knock you down
All night, ridin' me up an' down
It feels so tight
The way you squeeze it, girl
Just ain't right, all night, so tight

It just ain't right
Girl, I really wanna knock you, baby
Just ain't right, it ain't right
The way I wanna knock you
The way I wanna knock you

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U Can'T Fuck With Me - Lyrics - G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time) - Ll Cool J

Title: U Can'T Fuck With Me
Album: G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time)
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): George L Spivey, James Savage, Calvin Broadus, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z
Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers

Pour your dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me
Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact
L.A. think about your broad, all I want is the stacks

Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at
So you made a little dough but watchu doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black?
Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back

On my lap, in the jet to Miami an' back
When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers an' you know I deliver
The double N, enough ammo for every nigga

S, that spell Queens, stupid ass, run it back
That HBO shit, I must address that
Once an' for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
He pussy, pussy ain't funny as Chris Rock

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

No, go, who you thought it was?
Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle
'Cuz one does up dick, the pen in my streets go one way
I kill 'em 'In Living Color' on 'Any Given Sunday'

They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
An' if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
An' get 'em with Juvenile, feed pitbull puppies
Bologna in the projects, you wanna die next?
Nah, he wanna live an' he loves his kids

We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in your spot
Like you on your belly, gimme the key
What is it gon' be, what it's gon' see?
When your blutter don't mean an' if he keep tryna wipe it off
Like, "Nigga, what's this song mean?"

L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that?
Tattooed 'Def Jam' under your wing like that
What, you a rider? Not in my house, mouth
Glad to escape down south to my Miami house
An' fifty spring in the couch

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

Let's play a game of 'Big bank take little bank'
Big dank take little dank
I average ninety-five in the paint
We comin' down like a shank

I know you wanna ride but you can't
We all up in your shit like a shank
Don't make me stop an' pull brakes
Ya two downs are lookin' cool, freakin' a sound
Yo, I get fucked up an' terrorize the town

I'm the circus ring master, so fuck the clowns
I bust lyrics an' rounds at the Lyricist Lounge
'Lost an' Found', a new identity, from here to infinity
God have mercy on all my enemies

Don't even test, waste your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off like the Kennedy's
I'm pledge, sicker than age with no type of remedy
Makin' niggas retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keepin' y'all outta the state penitentiary

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

Look, nigga, I regulate, bake the cake
Shake the fake, while keepin' my faith
Demonstratin' from the funk shit to the H
I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate

You weedin' at my table, did you say your grace?
You say the wrong thing an' Imma smack your face
Chase these niggas, erase these niggas
You done fucked up 'cuz I'm break these niggas

Spray them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all
Suckers, I hate 'em, laws, I pay them off
Big Dogg in this motherfuckin' bar
Wit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes, y'all"

We do this with no flaws
I love my bitch wit no drawers an' no bras
No laws, we break 'em from the get-go
Slidin' by, ridin' high when we get-go

Love it or leave it, we love livin' illegal
Servin' or swervin' in a '85 Regal
Look here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' Beagel
I take off on your ass like an eagle

Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples
Just in case a motherfucker wanna G Funk
Two of the homies an' one of 'em got a piece on
An' they never hesitate to dissolve

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Here Comes Kane, Scoob &Amp; Scrap - Lyrics - Big Daddy Kane

Title: Here Comes Kane, Scoob &Amp; Scrap
Artist: Big Daddy Kane
Composer(s): Color Me Badd Antonio Hardy, Osten Harvey, Ernest Kelley, Hamza Lee

Lyric:
Surprise, guess who's on the rise?
And competition, I'm takin', and breakin' 'em down to size
I operate around the clock like city bus
Never take five 'cause yo when you rest, you rust

Be advised, that I pack heat for beef
I'm knockin' brothers out the box, and knockin' out teeth
Twenty-one years young and I got the knack
(You got it!)
To attack and scoop girls like a set of jacks

Ruff rhymes that rag any rap herb
Built by the best to bust swerves like a sharp curve
Fifty percent on wax, no matter of fact
Every nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack track

Twice as nice, but smooth as silk
Somebody writin' for Scrap, is like givin' a cow milk
I release to make it hard for the fellas to cease
'Cause I'm the type to make noise, I don't make peace

Here's a new jack, ready to swing
And bring the hype type of freestyle rhyme for the crowd to sing
Some say there's a party but it looks like a job to Scrap
I catch bodies with a nickel-plated rough rap

Me and [unverified], we run together through the city
The nitty gritty, always together like titties
By any chance that I do get burnt
You better believe that I'm comin' back, just like a tax return

Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go

Move over to the side, let a slim brother wreck it
It's that Scoob Lover kid, so pull up a chair and check it
When I get wild like Heathcliff, or Dennis the Menace
It's like food to a fat man, finished

I bust your head like a apple
(A apple)
And pour the blood in a jar, tell your moms that it's Snapple
And wait around my way for your crew, who's next
'Cause I be lookin' out my window with a nine like Malcolm X

There's no comp, they all got stomped so
Dream on, dream away, well okay
And play like Shante and Have a Nice Day
I drop rhymes that go boom
(Boom)

And I can get funky like a high school locker room
Don't even think that I'm country country bamma
Scoob is hittin' harder than a heavy heavy sledgehammer

I rock songs to make your grandmother dance
My rhymes are more together than a girl in biker pants
I'm never backed up, I never once had a fronter
Boy I get more beeps than a roadrunner

I never sweat the girls when it comes to a phone call
I got things sewn up tighter than a football
So skip to my loo or get stomped by my crew
Brooklyn's in the house and ain't a damn thing new

Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go

Here comes the Prince of Darkness ready to spark this
And show the people just who is the hardest
Ruff and rugged, kind of similar to a nugget
But yet and still, I manage to keep the groove, smoove

Rebel for wreck them rappers I dissect them
'Cause anything I say on the mic will affect them
(How?)
So bad, they gotta run for shelter
So rappers take flight like they work for Delta

They know I ain't havin' it, styles with no crab in it
Fakin' and flakin' it child, you're sadly mistakin'
'Cause who's a rapper here that Kane rip on the mic
And start flowin', yo yo yo, where you goin'?

That's how they flee from me, the B, the I-G
Damn man, you know my pedigree, huh
The gangsta, murdera, killa to ya
For sure endure to injure him or her

The breaker the taker money-maker never a faker
My lyrics are built like Schwarzenegger
So all my competition gets destroyed
You need to put your weak rhymes on steroid

For you to ever to press up on the mightiest man
to rip a show and flow, provin' that competition can't go
Because I do all, it's easy for you to fall
I move all rappers like my name was U-Haul

Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
And Mister Cee

Well it's the Kane
Bring me on, and ah
Scoob Lover
Bring me on, and ah
Scrap Lover
Bring me on, and ah
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap Scrap Scrap

Well it's the Kane
Bring me on, and ah
Scoob Lover
Bring me on, and ah
Scrap Lover
Bring me on, and ah
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap and Mister Cee

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