U.S. Male - Lyrics - Elvis 75 - Elvis Presley

Title: U.S. Male
Album: Elvis 75
Artist: Elvis Presley
Composer(s): Jerry Hubbard

Lyric:
Now, I'm a U.S. male 'cause I was born
In a Mississippi town on a Sunday morn
Now Mississippi just happens to occupy a place
In the southeastern portion of this here United States
Now that's a matter of fact, buddy
And you know it well so I just call myself the U.S. male
That's M A L E, son, that's me

Now I said all that to say all this
I've been watchin' the way
You've been watchin' my miss
For the last three weeks you been hot on her trail
And you kinda upset this U.S. male

You touch her once with your greasy hands
I'm gonna stretch your neck like a long rubber band
She's wearin' a ring that I bought her on sale
And that makes her the property of this U.S. male

You better not mess with the U.S. male my friend
U.S. male gets mad, he's gonna do you in
You know what's good for yourself son
You better find somebody else son
Don't tamper with the property of the U.S. male

Alright, alright we tell it like it is

Through the rain and the heat and the sleet and the snow
The U.S. male is on his toes
Quit watchin' my woman, 'cause that ain't wise
You ain't pullin' no wool over this boy's eyes

I catch you 'round my woman, champ
I'm gonna leave your head 'bout the shape of a stamp
Kinda flattened out, so you'll do well
To quit playin' games with this U.S. male

You better not mess with the U.S. male, my friend
U.S. male gets mad, he's gonna do you in
You know what's good for yourself, son
You better find somebody else, son
Don't tamper with the property of the U.S. male

Sock it to me one time, oh yeah baby

All right now I'm gonna tell it like it is son
I catch you messin' 'round with that woman of mine
I'm gonna lay one on you man
You're talkin' to the U.S. male, the American U.S. male

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Thug Luv - Lyrics - La Bella Mafia - Lil' Kim

Title: Thug Luv
Album: La Bella Mafia
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Kimberly Jones, Carl Mitchell, Scott Storch, Estate Of Christopher Wa

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Lyric:
Here come a bitch with the fly puss', and a nigga with the fly dick
In the Mickey and Mallory Mode, rollin' through the streets on 24's
On krunk screamin', die bitch
'Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin' us a fee false
If the straps don't bleed y'all
We put stitches in yo' motherfuckin' dome like a league brawl
Come and roll with us
Take a journey to the realm of the truth when I bust this
It's the Duke and the Duchess
Leavin' haters buked and on crutches

Niggaz you cannot touch this
It's a new collaboration of Thug Luv
Between the Thug Queen and the Thug Lord
More power than a drug Lord
Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war
Gotta rider bet hug yours, 'cause I'm full of ambition
And ammunition and a 50 like I smoked a sticky stack of hash
Ain't no missin' on no critical condition
Murderin' is the mission and we can bust a itchy atcha ass
Feel the flow when I drop it

Don't when to stop it, I'm goin' pockets and layin' bodies down
Feel adrenaline from me and Kim and them
We got it sewed from Brooklyn to Chi Town
See the artillery, we don't fuck around with silly games, plenty thangs
Nigga plus I got an illy aim, stick 'em up, steal his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin' with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

It's the T.W.I.S. to the T.A
K to the motherfuckin' I'm
'Bout to shut yo' shit down
Other albums come out ain't nobody gon' buy them
Now who gon' deny them?
I'm scared of myself, don't nobody wanna try Kim
Y'all know you done fucked up

Now whassup y'all better come roll with us
Who's you Mister? It's Lil' Kim and Twista and we about this
For those who doubt this, the game is ours we gon' run you up out this
What a wonderful feeling when you're stealin' a million
But the billion jackpot's what I aim for
Get your hands in the air, put 'em up, keep 'em high
Don't want no problems just gimme what I came for

Pull up on your block, eight straight hummers
'Bout to have it locked, eight straight summers
Bank account hold eight straight numbers
Ain't no room for you whack newcomers
We the people's choice because we kick that
Nasty Hardcore shit that you wanna hear
Can't fuck with us, hands down we win best murder rap of the year

Pounds to the misters, hugs for the miss
Bombs in the mail, sealed with a kiss
All my bitches pop that thing like this
All my niggaz wave that bling on the wrist
Some of the consequences when you dealin' with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler gotta keep it gangsta
Can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

Kim is yo' flow hot
Like a gun shot
Twist' is yo' flow cold
Well I think so
Kim do you got dranks
Crist' by the box
Twist' do you got smokes
Well I got 'dro, now baby we can roll

Do it like a gangsta, creepin' like a murderer
Strapped while I roll on chrome
Lookin' for the ones we at war with
When we see 'em we gon' aim for your dome

Hear me Ma we can run this Earth together, come up worse than ever
Havin' big dreams while we back up this work together
Let's set up shop on the block now, takin' over yo' tip
Even if we gotta slang dubs
Go to war because I love blood, with a Queen by my side
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us
Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista
Might as well ride with us
Male groupies, girl groupies
They're all gon' side with us
Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess
You need to give it up
We gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler gotta keep it gangsta
Can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista
Might as well ride with us
Male groupies, girl groupies
They're all gon' side with us
Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess
You need to give it up
We gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler gotta keep it gangsta
Can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

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Police State - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: Police State
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): L Alford, A Mair, V Williams, C Gavin

Lyric:
You have the emergence in human society
Of this thing that's called the State
What is the State? The State is this organized bureaucracy
It is the police department, it is the Army, the Navy

It is the prison system, the courts and what have you
This is the State it is a repressive organization
But the State and gee, well, you know you've got to have
The police because if there were no police

Look at what you'd be doing to yourselves
You'd be killing each other if there were no police
But the reality is the police become necessary in human society
Only at that junction in human society where it is split
Between those who have and those who ain't got

I throw a Molotov cocktail at the precinct, you know how we think
Organize the hood under I Ching banners
Red, black and green instead of gang bandannas
FBI spying on us through the radio antennas

And them hidden cameras in the streetlight watching society
With no respect for the people's right to privacy
I'll take a slug for the cause like Huey P.
While all you fake niggas try to copy Master P I want to be free to live

Hey but, they have what I need to live
Bring the power back to the street where the people live
I'm sick of working for crumbs and filling up the prisons
Dying over money and relying on religion for help

We do for self like ants in a colony
Organize the wealth into a socialist economy
A way of life based off the common need
And all my comrades are ready, we just spreading the seed

The average black male live a third of his life in a jail cell
'Cause the world is controlled by the white male
And the people don' never get justice
And the women don' never get respected

And the problems don' never get solved
And the jobs don' never pay enough
So the rent always be late
Can you relate? We living in a Police State

No more bondage, no more political monsters
No more secret space launchers
Government departments started it in the projects
Material objects, thousands up in the closets

Could've been invested in a future for my comrades
Battle contacts, primitive weapons out in combat
Many never come back, pretty niggas be running with gats
Rather get shot in they back than fire back, we tired of that

Corporations hiring blacks, denying the facts
Exploiting us all over the map
That's why I write the shit, I write in my raps
It's documented, I'm in it
Everyday of the week I live in it, breathing it

It's more than just fucking believing it
I'm holding in ones, rolling up my sleeves an' shit
It's Cee-lo for push-ups, now
Many headed for one conclusion
Niggas ain't ready for revolution

The average black male live a third of his life in a jail cell
'Cause the world is controlled by the white male
And the people don' never get justice
And the women don' never get respected

And the problems don' never get solved
And the jobs don' never pay enough
So the rent always be late
Can you relate? We living in a Police State

That's right that developed me
Brought me here and worked me like an animal
Built the political economy off my stolen labor
Made them rich, made me poor

The average black male live a third of his life in a jail cell
'Cause the world is controlled by the white male
And the people don' never get justice
And the women don' never get respected

And the problems don' never get solved
And the jobs don' never pay enough
So the rent always be late
Can you relate? We living in a police state

Why is it that black people and everybody like us
Live in the kind of poverty and misery that we live in?
Everywhere I look around me are nothing but poverty and misery
On the one hand and yet, what I'm seeing is that

Everywhere there's wealth and riches in the world
It's in the white community somewhere
Whether it's in Europe or whether it's right ?cross the
Street from where I was born

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Mourn You Til I Join You - Lyrics - Greatest Hits: Naughty's Nicest - Naughty By Nature

Title: Mourn You Til I Join You
Album: Greatest Hits: Naughty's Nicest
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Vincent Vinnie Brown, Anthony Criss

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Lyric:
It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat

Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot
Over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop
So I thank you for my life and all that I got
I wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac

I was sittin' here lookin' at your picture my nigga
Puttin' hash with the weed wit a mixture of liquor
We can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure
Nigga I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya till I'm wit cha'

It was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
Doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
Both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene
You did the Humpty with the u I did the walk wit the queen

Was a dream smokin' and drinkin?
Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums
[Unverified] the flip up make them lift they shit up
Get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up

Think of all the times that I rolled wit mine
Male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge
They was blinded when the good shined through they were on you
Just know I'm gonna mourn you till I join you

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

We was two lil' niggas both skinny and broke
Happy if we scrap pennies for smokes
Tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news
You was over in New York to film this movie called juice

Called you back up you told me pack up
Me and you and stretch could shack up
The thug luv back up the act up
Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss
'Cause they know we all kicked up dust

You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our race
You beat his ass then you spit in his face
I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels
And Big Stretch punched him out his shoes

Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'
That's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen
We would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks
Spit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and lemos

You was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still
Said you wouldn't rest until you saw a mill
Nigga I felt you
We was back an forth borough to projects for forts

Damn I wish they knew how much you loved New York
Shit and can't nobody dis my nigga
Mothafuck that I miss my nigga
I'm a mourn you 'til I join you

You ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya
I'm gonna keep your name on the streets

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

I'm ya true motherfucker thug nation alert
Keep his name on the street 'til ya lay in the dirt
This shit hurts 'cause we went from poor to rich
You're supposed to see a lot more than this

They brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim
They let you out you called us up we came as thugs again
We were here ah ha rapist they shout
Y'all was talkin' shit that y'all didn't know a damn thang 'bout

You was going through your stress while your enemies laughed
Ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass
Fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die
Fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied

A little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked
My lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot
Soon as I get there I find Afeni urgin' me
Think I missed my baby, don't leave after surgery

So I'm lookin' in her eyes while they walkin' me through
Thinking Pac hard head what the hell I'm a do
So we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need
You say a pound for comin' nigga and a hit of some weed

So I asked you not to go over and over God knows
You done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes
So we got over that, you held up got locked
[Unverified] they had you caged when I stopped

Yeah, the chain remains plus you a part of my link
They fucked up by givin' you too much time to think
I remember your release and we met up in L.A.?
At the [unverified] gettin' blazed hand me down with the hay

After that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus
Addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs
Now we in these savage ages
Even yourself predicted that last night in Vegas

I heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged
And a part of his heart right here in Venice
At the same time you was both loved and feared
M.O.B. and fuckin' thug of the year
I'm a mourn you 'til I join you

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

We'll mourn, that's what we'll do
We'll mourn, 'till we're with you

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Smile For Me Now - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Smile For Me Now
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Brad Jordan, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Damon E Thomas

Lyric:
There's gonna be some stuff that you're gonna see
That's gonna make it hard to smile in the future
(No noubt)

But whatever you see, through all the rain and pain
You gotta keep a sense of humor
Gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit
Remember that just keep ya head up

Our lifesytle's be close caption, addicted to fatal attraction
Pictures and actions be played back in the mist of mashin'
No fairytales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of Hell. lail and crack cells

[Unverified] culture or the repercussion
While bustin' on back-stabbing vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures

Why shed tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood years was spend burying my peers
In the cemetery, here's a message to the newborns
Waiting to breath, if you believe you can achieve, just look at me

Against all odds, though life is hard, we carry on
Living in the projects, broke, with no lights on
To all the G's that follow me, protect your essence
Born with less but you're still precious, just smile for me now

Oh, won't you smile for me?
(Just smile for me now)
Oh, won't you smile for me?
(Nigga you black, smile for me now)

Oh, won't you smile for me?
(You ain't got nothin' to worry about)
(Smile for me now)
Oh, won't you smile for me?
(And the next generation)

Now as I open up my story with the blaze of your blunt
So you can picture thoughts slowly upon phrases I run
And I can walk you through the dayz that it done
I often wish that I can save everyone

But I'm a dreamer, have you ever seen a nigga
Who was strong in the game?
Over-looking his tomorrows and they finally came
Look back on childhood memories and I'm still feelin' the pain

Turnin' circles in my 9th grade dealin' cocaine
Too many hassels in my local lights, survivin' the strain
And a man without a focused life could drive him insane
Stuck inside a getto fantasy, hopin' it'd change

But we're not focused on reality, we broken in Jane
Had a dream of livin' wealthy, makin' it big
Over football [unverified] what take it, he did

And after all my mama's thankin' God
For blessing her child
All my mama gotz to do now is collect and then smile
(Smile)

Oh, won't you smile for me?
(Smile for me now)

Fuck tha world as we unload, we witness furious speeds
Un-answered questions keep us all stressin' curious G's
Back stabbed and bleeding, crooked thoughs, laced with weed

Learnin', duckin' stray shots, bullets be hot
They burnin', inhale the shroom smoke, visualize the flames
Will I be smothered by my own pain?
Strange wisdoms cowards conversate'

So quick to dis' us, takin' pictures for the Feds
In desperate hopes they get us, hit us all, give us plenty centuries
Forgive my stance, sinse I entered many penitentiaries

The best revenge is fuck friends we milatary minded soljahs
Bustin' shots blindly, trying to find Jehovah
To help me, somebody save me, lost and crazy
Scared to drop a seed, hopin' I ain't cursed babies

Maybe now, niggaz feel me now picture my pain
Embrace my words, make the world change
And still I smile nigga

Oh, won't you smile for me?
(Smile for me now)
Oh, won't you smile for me?
(Smile for me now)

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Young Black Male - Lyrics - 2Pacalypse Now - 2pac

Title: Young Black Male
Album: 2Pacalypse Now
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Sylvester Allen, Harold Brown, George Jr Clinton, Morris D Dickerson, Deon Evans, Lonnie Jordan, Charles William Miller, Lee Oskar, Howard E Scott, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Killing us one by one in one way or another
American will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one, the problem is the troubles
In the black youth of the ghettos
And one by one we are being
Wiped off the face of this earth
At an extremely alarming rate

And even more alarming is the fact
That we are not fighting back
Brothers, sistas, niggas
When I say niggas it is not the nigga
We are grown to fear
It is not the nigga we say
As if it has no meaning

But to me it means
Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplishes, nigga
Niggas, what are we going to do?
Walk blind into a line or fight
Fight and die if we must like niggas

This is for the masses, the lower classes
The ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin'
But we were kept out
Made to feel inferior but we're the superior
Break the chains in our brains that made us fear, yah

Pledge a allegiance to a flag that neglects us
Honor a man that who refuses to respect us
Emancipation, proclamation, please
Nigga just said that to save the nation
These are lies that we all accepted

Say no to drugs but the governments keep it
Running through our community, killing the unity
The war on drugs is a war on you and me
And yet they say this is the home of the free
But if you ask me it's all about hypocrisy
The constitution, yo, it don't apply to me
Lady Liberty, still the bitch lied to me

Steady strong nobody's gonna like what I pumpin'
But it's wrong to keeping someone from learning something
So get up, it's time to start nation building
I'm fed up, we gotta start teaching children
That they can be all that they wanna to be
There's much more to life than just poverty

This is defiantly, ahh, words of wisdom
Amerika, Amerika, Amerika
I charge you with the crime of rape, murder and assault
For suppressing and punishing my people

I charge you with robbery for robbing me of my history
I charge you with false imprisonment for keeping me
Trapped in the projects
And the jury finds you guilty on all accounts
And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes
Prosecutor, do you have any more evidence?

Words of wisdom
They shine upon the strength of an nation
Conquer the enemy on with education
Protect thy self, reach with what you wanna do
Know thy self, teach what we been through

On with the knowledge of the place
Then no one will ever oppress this race again
No Malcolm X in my history text
Why is that?
'Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Why is Martin Luther King in my book each week?
He told blacks, if they get smacked, turn the other cheek
I don't get it, so many questions went through my mind
I get sweated, they act as if asking questions is a crime
But forget it, one day I'm gonna prove them wrong
Now every brother had to smother on the welfare line

The American dream, though it seems it's attainable
They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe
'Cause it will strangle yah
Pulling the life of your brain, I can't explain
Beg as you can obtain from which you came

Swear that your mother is living in equality
Forgetting your brother that's living her apology
Thought they had us beat when they took our kids
But the battle ain't over till the black man sings
Words of wisdom
But the battle ain't over till the black man sings
Words of wisdom

Nightmare, that's what I am, America's nightmare
I am what you made me, the hate and evil that you gave me
I shine of a reminder of what you have done to my people
For four hundred plus years
You should be scared, you should be running
You should be trying to silence me, ha ha

But you cannot escape fate
Well, it is my turn to come
Just as you rose, you shall fall by my hands
Amerika, you reap what you sow

2pacalypse America's nightmare
Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob, America's nightmare
Above the Law, America's nightmare
Paris, America's nightmare
Public Enemy, America's nightmare
Krs-One, America's nightmare
Mutulu Shakur, America's nightmare
Geronimo Pratt, America's nightmare
Assada Shakur, America's nightmare

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He Say She Say - Lyrics - Food & Liquor - Lupe Fiasco

Title: He Say She Say
Album: Food & Liquor
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach, Hal David, Wasalu Jaco, Soundtrak

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Lyric:
I can't, I won't, I can't
I won't let you leave
I don't know what you want
You want more from me

She said to him, "I want you to be a father
He's your little boy and you don't even bother
Like 'Brother' without the R and he's starting to harbor
Cool and food for thought but for you he's a starver?

?Starting to use red markers on his work
His teacher say they know he's much smarter but he's hurt
Used to hand his homework in first
Like he was the classroom starter?

?Burst to tears, let them know she see us
Now he's fighting in class
Got a note last week that say he might not pass
Ask me if his daddy was sick of us
'Cause you ain't never pick him up?

?You see what his problem is
He don't know where his poppa is
No positive male role model
To play football and build railroad models?

?He's making a hole, you've been digging it
'Cause you ain't been kicking it
Since he was old enough to hold bottles
Wasn't supposed to get introduced to that
He don't deserve to get used to that?

?Now I ain't asking you for money or to come back to me
Some days it ain't sunny but it ain't so hard
Just breaks my heart, when I try to provide
And he say, 'Mommy, that ain't your job'?

To be a man, I try to make him understand
That I'm his number one fan
But it's like he born from the stands
You know the world is out to get him
So why don't you give him a chance??

I can't, I won't, I can't
I won't let you leave
Now, now, I don't know what you want
You want more from me

So he said to him, "I want you to be a father
I'm your little boy and you don't even bother
Like 'Brother' without the R and I'm starting to harbor
Cool and food for thought but for you I'm a starver?

?Starting to use red markers on my work
My teacher say they know I'm much smarter but I'm hurt
I used to hand my homework in first
Like I was the classroom starter?

?Burst to tears, let them know he see us
Now I'm fighting in class
Got a note last week that say I might not pass
Kids ask me if my daddy is sick of us
'Cause you ain't never pick me up?

?You see what my problem is
That I don't know where my poppa is
No positive male role model
To play football and build railroad models?

?It's making a hole, you've been digging it
'Cause you ain't been kicking it
Since I was old enough to hold bottles
Wasn't supposed to get introduced to that
I don't deserve to get used to that?

?Now I ain't asking you for money or to come back to me
Some days it ain't sunny but it ain't so hard
Just breaks my heart, when my momma try to provide
And I tell her, 'That ain't your job'?

?To be a man, she try to make me understand
That she my number one fan
But it's like you born from the stands
You know the world is out to get me
Why don't you give me a chance?"

It's like, I can't, I won't, I can't
I won't let you leave
Now, now, I don't know what you want
You want more from me

I can't, I won't, I can't
I won't let you leave
I don't know what you want
You want more from me
I can't, I won't, I can't
I won't let you leave

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My Block (Remix) - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: My Block (Remix)
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Osten Harvey, Francisco Pimentel, Ray Coleman, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Damn, take a ride to my block
My block, that's right heh
[Incomprehensible] on my motherfuckin' block

They got a nigga sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past fears
'Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlyin' cause of my arrest, my life is stressed
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
For all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm gettin' worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us, ghetto bastards

What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire?
Life in the pen ain't for me, 'cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin' on a four five
My neighborhood ain't the same
'Cause all these little babies goin' crazy
And they sufferin' in the game and I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hope 'cause it don't stop on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

Now shits constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin' in hail, when will we prevail?
Fearin' jail but crack sales got me livin' well
And the system's suicidal with this thug's life
Stayin' strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, 'cause I'm starvin' can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies my life is hard
Can't sleep 'cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism 'cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from A.K's in the drive by
Swollen pride and homicide don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
'Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin' black life
But I can't blame the dealers

My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shits real, I know you feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin' out pickin' up game, sippin' cheap liquor
Gamin' the hooches, hopin' I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin' strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin' phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin' focus on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

And block parties in tha projects lastin' way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break night
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send 'em ends, but it's tough on a friend
In my mind I see the same motherfuckers ballin'
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growin' up in this world where everythin' is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes

Tryin' to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybody knows my name
Swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin' pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game from my block
Thats right

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
Rest in peace to all the muh'fuckers who passed away
Every block is kinda mean
From all the blocks that I'm from
But on our block we still play

One twelve street, Seventh Avenue, New York, Uptown
Know what I'm sayin?
But on our block we still play
183rd and Walt, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play
122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play

Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play
In the jungle of Atlantic city, that's my block, that's right
But on our block we still play

Los Angeles, aha, that's my block too
But on our block we still play
Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure
But on our block we still play

And all the other blocks around this motherfucker
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y'all niggaz stay kickin' up dust
Representin' motherfuckin' block

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Zone Out - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: Zone Out
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Salaam Remi, Michael Epps, Nasir Jones, Jabari Jones

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Lyric:
Braveheart for life
So y'all wit me? Yea
What? Yea
Why don't y'all blast on these niggas, man?

Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the life where the blood spills
Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', jungle always keep a gun on him
Pull out, four head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, back in ya hand, find me

Call Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all made criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so crack
Bust guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin' 'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the time
With a Gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but fuck them hos
Keep it, dead serious
Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so delicious
To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'Burban districts
I'm movin' on passin' chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by god's son

And this is the military turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat talk, feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear them shots come
Drop son, pull out
You better send 'em back son or feel that casket
The peeps be like one
I'm movin' on passin' chumps
And very thoroughly promoted by God's son

G-O-D S-O-N S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made this style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's Doctor or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a show niggas are rich
Town house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so tired
While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A million of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in Virginia the only way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with 22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for them High School drop outs
Niggas who copped out
If you prefer shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a bench, now I got a jeep on this trip
Coke in the pot, heat on my head

Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to these swift executioners
And thats Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin' from D's quickly knockout rookies
G wiz you know what I'm all about
To all my real niggas

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My Block - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: My Block
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Osten Harvey, Francisco Pimentel, Ray Coleman, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Damn, take a ride to my block
My block, that's right heh
[Incomprehensible] on my motherfuckin' block

They got a nigga sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past fears
'Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlyin' cause of my arrest, my life is stressed
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
For all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm gettin' worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us, ghetto bastards

What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire?
Life in the pen ain't for me, 'cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin' on a four five
My neighborhood ain't the same
'Cause all these little babies goin' crazy
And they sufferin' in the game and I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hope 'cause it don't stop on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

Now shits constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin' in hail, when will we prevail?
Fearin' jail but crack sales got me livin' well
And the system's suicidal with this thug's life
Stayin' strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, 'cause I'm starvin' can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies my life is hard
Can't sleep 'cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism 'cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from A.K's in the drive by
Swollen pride and homicide don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
'Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin' black life
But I can't blame the dealers

My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shits real, I know you feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin' out pickin' up game, sippin' cheap liquor
Gamin' the hooches, hopin' I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin' strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin' phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin' focus on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

And block parties in tha projects lastin' way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break night
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send 'em ends, but it's tough on a friend
In my mind I see the same motherfuckers ballin'
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growin' up in this world where everythin' is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes

Tryin' to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybody knows my name
Swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin' pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game from my block
Thats right

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
Rest in peace to all the muh'fuckers who passed away
Every block is kinda mean
From all the blocks that I'm from
But on our block we still play

One twelve street, Seventh Avenue, New York, Uptown
Know what I'm sayin?
But on our block we still play
183rd and Walt, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play
122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play

Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play
In the jungle of Atlantic city, that's my block, that's right
But on our block we still play

Los Angeles, aha, that's my block too
But on our block we still play
Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure
But on our block we still play

And all the other blocks around this motherfucker
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y'all niggaz stay kickin' up dust
Representin' motherfuckin' block

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Cheatin' On We - Lyrics - 613: Ashy to Classy - Field Mob

Title: Cheatin' On We
Album: 613: Ashy to Classy
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Shawn Johnson, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson, Amin Anwar Miller

Lyric:
I'm home, hey, mama
Hi, where's Smoke at?
He, uh, he had went with this dude named Coach
But he left you a letter

A letter? Um, uh
For real? Yeah
Let me see it
Mama

Dear Tasha, it's quote, unquote ya one and only baby
I wrote this out 'cause in person I know you tried to shake me
'Cause you'se a thin line type of hoe
I wanna fight hoe, kitchen knife hoe, ya psycho

I admit I slipped I should've knew you was a stupid hoe
Thinking I shot a Cupid's bow but little do you know
I been fucking other nigga bitches, yep, that's the way to hit 'em
'Cause she'll keep shut and keep up her relationship with him

Remember Tim with the rim shop
That your friend brought to meet us and the clique
His bitch be loving the dick
Remember Nicholas that once lived with us

Who be sniffing dust, his wife like leather whips and cuffs
Remember Marcus who sold us two dimes for the 15
How he hit that hoe? Uh, uh he need to get that bitch cleaned
Remember Roc with the drop top

Candy flip flop box had this trick bitch lips locked on my big cock
Mike and Joe I get hoe's I be digging 'em out
We have threesomes both like dick and clit in they mouth
Remember Randy that hang with Danny

Got a sister named Brandy his old lady don't wear no panties
Remember Steve I played ball with
You done seen him with me his bitch
Like dick between her titties and oh, yeah

Your brother in law's bitch don't you know her
Ain't that your sister I had to hit her spent no cash to get her
Now ain't I a nasty nigga, thinkin' you was playing me
Got the last get ta, wha
Ooh, Smoke I hate you
(Hate you, hate you, hate you, hate you)

While you was cheating on me
I was cheating on you
We both was cheating on we
So what the fuck we gon do?
I don't know

While you was cheating on me
I was cheating on you
We both was cheating on we
So what the fuck we gon do?
I don't know

Yeah, this is Tasha, I'm not home right now but leave your name
And number and I might get back to you

I gotcha hiding you know you wrong girl, pick up the phone
Stop playing, I know you there, you hear me I know you home
You ain't gotta be scared, I ain't crazy, deranged
Hell I been sneaking cheating and doing the same thang

My dog had been creeping fucking every bitch in your trick clique
To the one that put your weave in, she been licking me up
Licking my dick and my butt, she swallow cum you don't
You stop and spit in a cup

Ya girl Pam the one that spent the night at ya house
I call her Gargamale
She gargle male balls in her mouth
And you mama now that's the real freak of the year
Like to watch me jack my dick then skeet in her ear

And I know you know Brenda the one with the baby
She keep swearing I'm the daddy she crazy
Want me to kick it with her like I don't know she a slut
She gave me that doo, doo brown
I stuck my dick in her

While you was cheating on me
I was cheating on you
We both was cheating on we
So what the fuck we gon do?
I don't know

While you was cheating on me
I was cheating on you
We both was cheating on we
So what the fuck we gon do?
I don't know

While you was cheating on me
I was cheating on you
We both was cheating on we
So what the fuck we gon do?
I don't know

While you was cheating on me
I was cheating on you
We both was cheating on we
So what the fuck we gon do?
I don't know

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You'Re Still The One - Lyrics - Roper

Title: You'Re Still The One
Artist: Roper
Composer(s): Robert Lange, Shania Twain

Lyric:
Well baby, when I first saw you
We were at the Hippy Rock Show
You called me an ignorant male oppressor
And spat in my face because I like meat
But the first time I got a whiff of that Petuli you were wearing
Oh I knew it was love, I think we're going to make it

Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come my baby
We might a took the long way
We knew we'd get there I someday
They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together, still going strong

Still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
Still the one I want for life
Still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

Ain't nothin' better, we beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we might be missin'
They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together, still going strong

Still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
Still the one I want for life
Still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

Still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
Still the one I want for life
Still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

Looks like we made it
"Yes!"

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Straight Up Nigga - Lyrics - O.G. Original Gangster - Ice T

Title: Straight Up Nigga
Album: O.G. Original Gangster
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Tracy (Ice-T) Marrow, Grandmaster Melle Me

Lyric:
Yo check this out a lot of people be gettin' mad
'Cause I use the word 'nigga' you know what I'm sayin'?
They don't like the fact that I use the word 'nigga'
They say you a black man
Yo, I tell em I'm a nigga they don't understand that
So I'ma say what I wanna say
I call myself what I wanna call myself, you know what I'm sayin'?
So they need to stay off my dick, you know?

Damn right, I'm a nigga and I don't care what you are
'Cause I'm a capital N-I-double-G-E-R
Black people might get mad 'cause they don't see
That they're looked upon as a nigga just like me

I'm a nigga, not a colored man or a black
Or a negro or Afro-American, I'm all that
Yes, I was born in America, true
Does South Central look like America to you?

I'm a nigga, a straight up nigga from a hard school
Whatever you are I don't care, that is you fool
I'm loud and proud well endowed with the big beef
Out on the corner I hang out like a horse thief

So you can call me dumb or crazy
Ignorant, stupid, inferior or lazy
Silly or foolish but I'm badder and bigger
And most of all I'm a straight up nigga

That's right, I'm a nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
My man Lord Finesse is my motherfuckin' nigga, you know?
Evil E's my nigga, Islam's my nigga
That's right they're my niggas

I'm a nigga in America and that much I flaunt
'Cause when I see what I like yo I take what I want
I'm not the only one that's why I'm not bitter
'Cause everybody is a nigga to a nigga

America was stole from he Indians, show and prove
What was that? A straight up nigga move
A low down shame, yo it's straight insane
Yet they complain when a nigga snatch their gold chains

What is nigga suppose to do?
Wait around for a handout from a nigga like you?
That's why a low down nigga gets hyped
But I'm not a nigga of that type

I'm a steak and lobster eatin', billionaire meetin'
Cash money makin', movin' shakin'
Corporate jet glidin', limousine ridin'
Writin' hits, filthy rich straight up nigga
That's right, I'm a nigga

Now I'ma write this song though the radio won't play it
But I got freedom of speech so I'ma say it
She wanna be lez he wanna be gay
But that's your business I'm straight so nigga have it your way

Those who hate me I got somethin' for ya
A nigga with cash a nigga with a lawyer
Not a watermelon cheatin' an' eating nigga down south
But a nigga that'll smack the taste from your mouth

A contemplating thinking, best champagne drinkin'
Ten inch givin', extra large livin'
Mercedes Benz drivin', strivin' to survivin'
All the way livin' and kickin' hi fivin'

Strokin' rap and happenin' deal doing
Fly in from Cali to chill with the crewin'
Grindin' groovin' fly girlie grabbin'
Horny gun shootin' long haired havin'
Nigga, straight up nigga
Nigga, straight up nigga

Nigga, that's right fool look at me
Just the kinda nigga you'd like to hang from a tree
But all you KKK type grave diggers
Ease back fool 'cause I'm a trigger nigga

I work real hard for my livin'
But I don't sell or brake bullshit thanksgivin'
Sit up like some fool and eat turkey
That's the day your forefathers jerked me

Shipped us all over here in locks and chains
Split us up twistin' up a nigga's brain
Now you keep me in constant sweat
But I'm a nigga that you'll never forget

A black bad, iron clad, always mad
Fly nigga takin' off from a helipad
Rolex stylin', buck wilin', cap pilin'
Sportin' link chinks and medallions

Incollectible high tech, cashin' seven digit checks
And still breakin' necks
The ultimate male supreme, white woman's dream
Big dick straight up nigga

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It'S A Man'S World - Lyrics - AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted - Ice Cube

Title: It'S A Man'S World
Album: AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): James Brown, O'Shea Jackson, Anthony Wheaton

Lyric:
Women, they're good for nothing, no, maybe one thing
To serve, needs to my ding-a-ling
I'm a man who loves the one night stand
'Cause after I do ya, I never knew ya

'Cause to kick it, man, it gives me the fits
They wanna lay with they nose under your armpits
Ice Cube won't wait so give it up, cow
After we do it, you can go home, now
I'm a brother with a big long

First of all, let me tell you my name, it's Yo-Yo
When down on a girl first, the fist and that's a no-no
Yo-Yo thinks the kitchen sink should be thrown in
Niggas be scheming and fiending to stick the bone in

No, Yo-Yo's not a hoe or a whore
And if that's what you're here for
Exit through the door, there's more
To see of me but you're blind so
Women like me are fading brothers in the 9-0

Ay, what up buttercupper Miss Yo-Yo?
I know you like to rap and like to flow so
But when it comes to hip-hop, this is a man's world
Stay down and play the playground, you little girl

What you're saying? I don't consider it as rapping
'Cause you're on rewind and I'm the new what's happening
It never fails, I'll always get respect
And you lose so take a rain check

Hell no, 'cause you know that I'm first and you're second
If it wasn't for me, you probably be pregnant
And barefoot complaining that your back is aching
Shaking and faking, while I'm bringing home the bacon

Well, you're mistaken, it's not going that far
I make brothers like you, play the back yard
You used to flow with the title but I took it
Bring home the bacon but find another hoe to cook it

Damn it, look it, 'cause you're talking a lot of bull
Well, I'm not your puppet so don't even try to pull
This is a man's world, thank you very much
But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

Miss Yo-Yo so what gives?
I hear females always talkin' about women's lib
Well, get your own crib and stay there
Instead of having more babies for the welfare

'Cause if you don't, I'll label you a Gold Digger
The name is Ice Cube, you know that I ain't the nigga
For you to look at when your hair get nappy
So take a piece of the pole and be happy

Hell no, because to me you're not a thriller
You come in the room with your three inch killer
Thinking you can do damage to my backbone
Leave your child in the yard until it's full grown

I'ma put it like this, my man
Without us your hand would be your best friend
So give us credit like you know you should
If I don't look good, you don't look good

I doubt it, baby, 'cause we're still most dominant
But you don't know how funky that I can get
This is a man's world, thank you very much
But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

Man, women, I put a lot of fear in 'em
'Cause I had it up to here with 'em, drink a beer with 'em
No way, 'cause I can only deal with 'em about an hour every day
Yeah, if you know what I mean, baby

Well, I guess, now that I think about it, I think maybe
If you was more of a man instead of faking it
Women deserve the credit when they're making it
Yeah so what's the problem?

Well, I think we solved it
I know, they know the best male from who's doggin' it
Yeah, I admit you can flow, well, that's true
But you see, I'm a pro with the banks too

Yeah, I can see you got it good, oh, that I know
But you see you're not better than Yo-Yo
The brand new intelligent black lady
You're kinda dope but you still can't fade me

So what up then? Girl, what you tryin' to do?
To prove a black woman like me can bring the funk through
This is a man's world, thank you very much
But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch or a big butt

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world

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Paradise - Lyrics - Az

Title: Paradise
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Vinnie Barrett, D Blyden, Anthony S Cruz, Bruce Hawes, Robert Miller

Lyric:
This is life
But it's paradise for me

From the cradles to the stiff coffin, legit fortune
I lean for them corner fiends, crip-walking
Wedding-bells I'm out of that shell of slick talking
Honeymoon, deep scuba diving, kissing the dolphins

I lived though, I quit flossing, I forgive though this shit's costing
At the crib with the kids often, coasting
Ski-boating on the beach ocean
Hoping them old closed cases never re-open

Moving, y'all minor leagues, I'm like speed motion
Muscles through my white tee's woken, he's holding
Hypnotic, spit shit you sit and vibe wit, melodic
I mental escape through all the garbage

This is life

One in a million, I'm strong young and appealing
Was born son a villain, put on in front of my building
Peeping how the street structure decease brothers
Critique, but I was placed here to reach others

Incomplete, stand feet from the deep cover
Eternal sleep, I wonder if the Beast love us
The frail weaken, the stronger be in jail eating
The average male will make it home if the bail's decent

I inhale frequent, it alleviate great, to be a part of the game
Can't be a day late to be a part of the same
Need a g' a day take, five if you live, slide mines on the side

This is life

Mic's, money and music my life's for you to view it
I stand militant, my stripes came from the sewage
Interrogation lights, spend nights up in the cubics
Fistfights, I'm nice like Earl Huvick

Harmonizing, narration is traumatizing
Here since '94, it's still kinda surprising
I touched topics, safe-boxes, unlocked it
Complete zone keep my tone on one octave

Owe nothing, won't ask to hold nothing
Clean behind the scene, but control buttons
Brought it back for the essence that got watered in rap
'Cuz I'm a aura I bring more to track

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