Uncle Pen - Lyrics - Porter Wagoner

Title: Uncle Pen
Artist: Porter Wagoner
Composer(s): Bill Monroe

Lyric:
Oh, the people would come from faraway
They'd dance all night till the break of day
When the caller hollered, "Do-se-do"
He knew uncle Pen was ready to go

Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring
You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing

He played an old tune he called, "Soldier's joy"
And the one he wrote called, "The Boston boy"
But the greatest of all was, "Jenny Lynn"
To me that's where the fiddle begins

Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring
You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing

But I'll never forget that mournful day
When uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle and they hung up his bow
I knew it was time for him to go

Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring
You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing

Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring
You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing

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Uncle Pen - Lyrics - Ricky Skaggs

Title: Uncle Pen
Artist: Ricky Skaggs
Composer(s): Bill Monroe

Lyric:
Oh, the people would come from far away
To dance all night to the break of day
When the caller would holler, "Do Si Do"
They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

Well, he played an old tune they called the "Soldier's Joy"
And he played the one they called the "Boston Boy"
Greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn"
To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins

Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

I'll never forget that mournful day
When old Uncle Pen was called away
He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow
And he knew it was time for him to go

Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

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Uncle Pen - Lyrics - Bill Monroe

Title: Uncle Pen
Artist: Bill Monroe
Composer(s): Bill Monroe

Lyric:
Oh, the people would come from far away
They'd dance all night till the break of day
When the caller hollered do-se-do
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

He played an old piece, he called 'Soldier's Joy'
And the one called 'The Boston Boy'
The greatest of all was 'Jenny Lynn'
To me that's where the fiddle begins

Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow
They knew it was time for him to go

Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

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Uncle Pen - Lyrics - Roy Acuff

Title: Uncle Pen
Artist: Roy Acuff
Composer(s): Bill Monroe

Lyric:
Oh, the people would come from far away
Dance all night till the break of day
When the caller hollered do-se-do
We knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

Late in the evening 'bout sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and, oh, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

He played an old tune called 'Soldier's Joy'
And the one they called 'Boston Boy'
And the greatest of all was 'Jenny Lind'
To me that's where the fiddlin' began

Late in the evening 'bout sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and, oh, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
Hang up his fiddle, they hang up his bow
They know it was time for him to go

Late in the evening 'bout sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and, oh, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

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I Shot Ya - Lyrics - Mr Smith - Ll Cool J

Title: I Shot Ya
Album: Mr Smith
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): James Brown, Jean Claude Olivier, Lyn Collins, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Blaze this one, word up
I'ma blaze this one
No doubt! Uhh, check it, check it, check it!
Uhh, uhh, check it, check it, check it!
I'm uncle L, check it, check it, check it!
The track masters, check it, check it, check it!
Now everybody now, check it, check it, check it!
All my niggas now, check it, check it, check it!
Yeah, we 'bout to serve this one off nice, y'nahmean?
Word up, check it

I shot ya
I'm splittin' brothers open like a doctor
Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth gotcha
I drop ya down in boilin' acid
Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic
Violations, room vibrations, son
Cock the hammer let the uncle give em one
Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic
Puttin' hits on your clique, gotcha wife in turnin' tricks

What? You don't wanna, I thought that you was bawlin'
Now watch 'cos I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin'
Uh, what's my function? Lyrical injection
Blazin' niggas, hittin' em raw with no protection
I take advantage
Ya fear me, I'm doin' damage
Ya hear me
The whole scenario is dreary
MC's is gettin' wet up in the game
I meet you up in Memphis, just call my name
I shot ya

Ya wanna
(Uhh)
Ya wanna
(Uhh)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour
(Uhh)
Plus a pen and a pad
(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)
I shot ya

Ya wanna
(Uhh)
Ya wanna
(Uhh)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour
(Uhh)
Plus a pen and a pad
(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)
I shot ya!
(Uhh)

I got ya strap to the stagin'
Trapped in a cagin', toe kissin' a Cajun
Ya Mob's locked down underneath the surface
Ya gettin' nervous for talkin' shit with no purpose
Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama
What goes around comes around, not around farmers
Silence, shh, very deadly
Come and battle, let me add you to my medley

Possessin' power, takin' everything I can grasp
Go get it now, why you always dwellin' on the past?
Baby boys reminiscin' old school shit
Young fools get dicked, LL rules the shit
With a platinum fist, the relentless abyss
I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss
Massacre, mmuh, blowin' up the tour bus passengers
Chuckin' the color outta cartoon character
Ya get serious
Real niggas recognize what my theory is
I shot ya

Ya wanna
(Yeah)
Ya wanna
(Yeah)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour
(Uhh)
Plus a pen and a pad
(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)
I shot ya

Ya wanna
(Uhh)
Ya wanna
(Uhh)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour
(Uhh)
Plus a pen and a pad
(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)
I shot ya!
(Uhh)

Word up, I'ma lace this shit crazy, y'nahmean?
Word up, we're gonna blow the spot up, kid
No doubt about it
Yeah, yeah, I ain't thru, I ain't thru, I ain't thru

Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' kinda Leary
Ya clique thought I fell off, they didn't wanna hear me
Oh really, now tell me how long have you been runnin'?
Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin'
I love your joint rock the bells, it was mad hot
Ya record 'bout the radio was blowin' up my spot
My girl was on your chip when you flipped I need love
Your backseat count set was mad butter, son

I loved your boomin' system it was wicked as could be
You bad, now I'm writin' on your pink cookies
And you had me screamin' mama said knock ya out
Ya jinglin', baby, no doubt
Uh, talk to me become a zombie, walk to me
(What, what, uhh, uhh)
Ain't a MC alive who fought with me
Y'nahmean? Man, rock it
Easy does it
I gotta pluck it like buzzards
I shot ya

Ya wanna
(Yeah)
Ya wanna
(Yeah)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour
(Uhh)
Plus a pen and a pad
(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)
I shot ya

Ya wanna
(Uhh)
Ya wanna
(Uhh)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour
(Uhh)
Plus a pen and a pad
(What, what, what, what, what)
(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)

Ya wanna
(Yeah)
Ya wanna
(Yeah)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour
(Uhh)
Plus a pen and a pad
(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)
I shot ya

Ya wanna
(Uhh)
(Uh, what?)
Ya wanna
(Uhh)
(Y'nahmean? This is how we gettin' down for crizzown)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour
(Uhh)
Plus a pen and a pad
(No dignity, y'knowi'msayin?)
(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)

Ya wanna
(Yeah)
Ya wanna
(Yeah)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour
(Uhh)
Plus a pen and a pad
(Track masters lace me, y'knowi'msayin')
(And I take care of mines, y'knowimean?)
(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)

Ya wanna
(Uhh)
Ya wanna
(Uhh)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour
(Uhh)
Plus a pen and a pad
(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)
(That's it son)
(Peace)

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Everyday - Lyrics - Hidden Stash - Kottonmouth Kings

Title: Everyday
Album: Hidden Stash
Artist: Kottonmouth Kings
Composer(s): Brad Xavier, Keith Williams, Andre Williams, Miller Dustin, Steve Thronson

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Lyric:
This one's dedicated, to the big LT the reality of life

Take a moment smoke a bowl, let's talk about life, what's that?
Simply reality of life, now death to the motherfucker that causes strife
R.I.P. Uncle Roy, God bless your wife
R.I.P. Uncle Mark, God bless your wife

I guess we can't call 'em in this life of the strife
Now my pops was there when Uncle Roy got buried
So my pops was there when Sheila got married
Represent for his brother A.K.A. best friend
I was there for myself and Big Hoss in the pen

In this life of sin it takes me gin to get by, no lie
I steady blaze and forever stay high
Don't try to understand it, this life you can't plan it
Just don't take it for granted

Life, to live while you live
Death, to give what you get
Pain, the reality of change
I wonder whether, things will ever get better
I wonder whether, things will ever get better
I wonder whether, things will ever get better

Everday, there's more pain that comes my way
And so I pray, the Lord to take me away
And if I lay, in the casket six feet deep
I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me

I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me
I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me
I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me
I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me

I picture life as a dream here today gone tomorrow
Love equals hollow, hate equals sorrow
Now follow the real as I take you to a field in my mind where I journey
Sucker bitches can't burn me, bring an attorney

'Cuz since child birth I've been raised to do dirt on this earth, yes it hurts
To find out that I can't get away from all the pressures and pain
And misfortunes that I've gained straight
Sometimes a fire grows inside, hatred starts to rise
Still I can't despise all the lies I've been told, the secrets they hold
The government control, man fuck five-O

So I say, keep your faith in the J
Saint Dog and great smokes a pack a day
Keep your faith in the J, every day I pray
Keep your faith in the J, man pass it this way

Everday, there's more pain that comes my way
And so I pray, the Lord to take me away
And if I lay, in the casket six feet deep
I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me

I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me
I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me
I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me
I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me

I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me
I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me
I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me
I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me
I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me

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16 On Death Row - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: 16 On Death Row
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Death Row
That's where motherfuckers is endin' up

Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness
I robbed my adversaries but slipped and left a witness
Wonder if they'll catch me or will this nigga snitch
Should I shoot his bitch or make the nigga rich?

Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
Hawkin while I'm walkin', and talkin' behind my back
I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this shit to win it
'Cause life's a Wheel of Fortune here's my chance to spin it

Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
Too fuckin' trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
Niggaz gettin' jealous, tryin' to find my stash
Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your ass

Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bluffin', but swear I'm nothin' nice
Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics

I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane
I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain
New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen
Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend
It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers
And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow, turn 'em into forty-niners

Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go
Where they find me? 16 on Death Row

Dear mama, these cops don't understand me
I turned to a life of crime, 'cause I came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back

I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
The brother in my cell, is 16 as well
It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin' Hell

I shouldn'ta let him catch me
Instead of livin' sad in jail I coulda died free and happy
And my cellmate's raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin' torn

They made me an animal
Can't sleep, instead of countin' sheep, niggaz countin' cannibals
And that's how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend

My mama prayed for me
Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me
'Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
To the death I take the breath from your jugular
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin' dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row

Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go
Where you find me? 16 on Death Row

Dear mama, they sentenced me to death
Today's my final day, I'm countin' every breath
I'm bitter 'cause I'm dyin', so much I haven't seen
I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16

I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shit
And they too quick to say goodbye to me
They tell me the preacher's there for me
He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me

He's only here to be sure
I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin'
On the poor, and how can these people judge me?
They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me

I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan
To keep a nigga in the state pen
And to my homies out buryin' motherfuckers
Steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers

'Cause once they got you locked up
They got you trapped, you're better off gettin' shot up
I'm convinced self-defense is the way
Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day
I wish I woulda known while I was out there
Now I'm straight headin' for the chair

Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where we live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go
Where you find me? 16 on Death Row

16 on Death Row
It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries
16 on Death Row

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That'S Kool (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Romeo - Lil' Romeo

Title: That'S Kool (Remix)
Album: Lil' Romeo
Artist: Lil' Romeo
Composer(s): Vyshon Miller, Michael Robinson, Damon Wimbley, Kurtis Walker, Lil' Romeo Mark Morales

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Lyric:
Come on y'all East Coast, West Coast, South

Lil' Romeo
Silkk the Shocker
Soulja Music
You know what we bout boy
Yah you know

Where my souljas at
WhatWhat
Where my whordies at
WhatWhat
Bounce, shake
Lets do this

Throw your hands up, from my circle yard stand up
Get crunk, everybody keep dem hands up
Scream loud, this is the time to me rowd
Ima rock it til the music go off, please be proud
Stop playin, I want to see you shout anyway
Throw dem bows, off da wall, its a special occasion
Get yo dance on, wild out before the last song
Graba shawty, get crunk wit ya mask on
Ride quicker, and get on thee floor
I wanna see you do it like you never did it before
This the remix so you know I'm gone ball
Me and uncle Silkk came to spit it for y'all
Girls if you bout it, then get off the wall
Make em' bounce to the music ma give it your all
Party in, and party out right at da mall
If you got problems at the door then give me a call

Need somebody with some do
That's kool
Who gone keep it on the low
That's kool
Who gone do you right
That's kool
Need a soulja in your life that's right
Need a shawty with some ends
That's Kool
Baby hummers, baby benz
That's kool
No Limit gear for your friends
That's Kool
Write your number here's a pen
That's Kool

Who you know can go (Poof) and buy the mall at
Room to small tear the walls out
Shop til you drop mean shop til you fall out
You know how No Limit do go all out
Aint my fault, we gotta get cash
Aint my fault, ride bently and jag
Flashy type, like how we gone miss
Cause I got the baddest chick (Lil' Romeo and I got her lil sister)
Silkk and Rome you know we stay off da chain
Concert pack you know they gone be screamin our name
Miller boyz look its all the same
If you love us or hate us its all a game
Say she heard about me and love that I ball
Love my height, she love that I'm tall
Then step one, now its time for step two
How can I ever go broke when I can borrow a million from my nephew

Need somebody with some do
That's kool
Who gone keep it on the low
That's kool
Who gone do you right
That's kool
Need a soulja in your life that's right
Need a shawty with some ends
That's Kool
Baby hummers, baby benz
That's kool
No Limit gear for your friends
That's Kool
Write your number here's a pen
That's Kool

Still clubin the party aint over
We still jumpin, still bumpin, look at the forms still pumpin
Music so loud in here you scare somethin
D doogg where you at let me here somethin

Right here in my No Limit gear hands in da air
To all my younggins tank doggs is full up in here
Were da girls at holla back loud in ya ear
Make way for the kids wordy dis is our year

Walkin in threw it like it aint ever been done
Y'all to serious loosin up you gotta have fun
Love music been bouncin ever since I was one
Lil' Rome soulja music another one huh

My homeboy is down its apart of the show
Meet me at the playground at a quarter to four
Mom said its all good she said I can go
It's on too wit me when you ready to roll

Need somebody with some do
That's kool
Who gone keep it on the low
That's kool
Who gone do you right
That's kool
Need a soulja in your life that's right
Need a shawty with some ends
That's Kool
Baby hummers, baby benz
That's kool
No Limit gear for your friends
That's Kool
Write your number here's a pen
That's Kool

Blaaaa stick it, ha ha ha stick it
Blaaaa stick it, ha ha ha stick it
Shake it, shake it, pop it, pop it, break it, break it
Twerk somethin (Twerk somethin)
Work somethin (Work somethin)
Keep it jumpin but dont hurt nothin (hurt nothin)
North, south, east, west (soulja)
North, south, east, west (Silkk the Shocker, Romeo)
No Limit, No Limit, bounce, bounce
Next level (Rolex's all kind of bezels)
That's All

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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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Writting It Down - Lyrics - Uncle Kracker

Title: Writting It Down
Artist: Uncle Kracker
Composer(s): Michael Bradford

Lyric:
I was born on the cold side of the mountain
I wanna wake up on the warm side of the bed
How I start here?
And how I end there?
That is the part, I ain't worked out yet

Every day, I climb a little bit higher
Every night, I learn something new
I'm writin' it down
In case I forget
One day it'll be my story for you

On every page, you will know, how much I love you?
In every line, you will see, how much I care?
With every word, we'll grow a little closer
Even though, we both know, I can't be there
That's why I'm writin' it down down down down down
Ohh hoo, I'm writin' it down
For you and for me
And for the whole wide world to read
Ohh hoo, I'm writin' it down

All my life I've been hopin' and prayin'
For my time to finally arrive
To put down this pen
To say it's the end
And wake up back home with you by my side

On every page, you will know, how much I love you?
In every line, you will see, how much I care?
With every word, we'll grow a little closer
Even though, we both know, I can't be there
That's why I'm writin' it down down down down down
Ohh hoo, I'm writin' it down
For you and for me
And for the whole wide world to read
Ohh hoo, I'm writin' it down

I was born on the cold side of the mountain
I wanna wake up on the warm side of the bed
How I start here?
And how I end there?
That is the part, I ain't worked out yet

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Please Come Home - Lyrics - Uncle Kracker

Title: Please Come Home
Artist: Uncle Kracker
Composer(s): Mark Miers, Matthew Shafer

Lyric:
It must have been about a hundred years, at least a hundred years
I wish you could come back, just come back home

The day we met feels like a hundred years ago
And I'm still waiting with my hand right by the telephone
Yeah maybe where you are you cannot make that call
Or you can't find a pen, I know it's not your fault

My friends think I'm insane 'cause I've turned old and gray
And I'm still waiting and I cannot be alone

Please come home
Please come home

I watch the clock hands tick, my hours turn to days
And I can't fall asleep 'cause I don't want to miss that ring
I know that this year that your car will park outside
But I can't put my arms around the girl who took my life

My friends think I'm insane 'cause I've turned old and gray
But I'm still waiting and I cannot be alone

So please come home
Ooh, baby please come home
Yeah, baby, baby

It's been so long, it's been about a hundred years and a million dreams
Since the last time I'd seen your pretty face
I would do whatever it takes, I would wait another hundred years
And if that didn't work, maybe I'll try and see what forever feels like
But until' then, and I know you hear me, and whatever you're doin'
Wherever you are, please come home

The day we met feels like a hundred years ago
And I'm still waiting for you
Baby baby, won't you please come home
Please come home
Won't you please come home
Please come home
Won't you please come home
Please come home

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Thinking Of You - Lyrics - Beat'n Down Yo Block - Unk

Title: Thinking Of You
Album: Beat'n Down Yo Block
Artist: Unk
Composer(s): Christopher H Jasper, Anthony Platt, Phalon Anton Alexander, Fard Shahid, O'Kelly Isley, Corey Hooker, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
Whoa, I've been thinking of you
Wishing that you could come back to me
Whoa, I've been thinking of you
Wishing that you could come back to me
(Come on back now)

Since you've been gon' it been some rainy dayz
And I'm gon' to spend it on the heart while I'm blowing haze
With my dasckca shades trying to hold tills to
Uncle Walk man the whole family missing you

See can't no body held it down like you do
I'm getting money DJ Unk yo' nephew
And Grandma Bell how the heel ain't see me fly
It was yo' guidance that help you get yo' baby by

I take one day at a time and watch my every self
Uncle, brother, cousin Jerry and the heart be kept
Nobody know who we gon' take our last breath
Hug yo' moma, hug yo' father nigga, hug yo'self

We kept it real in the field what's up dolla bill
I had dream we was smokin' cous up on the hill
With Ben you did big for a country KIF
Long as I say you and my ride still live and that's for real

Whoa, I've been thinking of you
Wishing that you could come back to me
Whoa, I've been thinking of you
Wishing that you could come back to me
(Come on back now)

I'm wishing everything was all good
I tell my grateful memory for my folks celebrahood
With other pen of Ben being six feet underneath
Put yo' lighters in the air if you feeling me

And everything will be alright if you hold on
Damn hot if you coulda just held on
I stay strong hold my own on my two feet
Positively that what surrounds me

And damn Biggy you don't rep Brooklyn lie nigga
I never seen you like never saw momma tigger
Seen she mighta days girl but she design too
Aaliyah yeah, one in a million we missin' you

[Incomprehensible], I've been a fool put my purse away
It ain't the same since they killed Jam Master J
Big Pawn, Big L, yeah Freaky Ty
Camael Fudge, Shoulda Slim, my girl Left Eye I wonder why

Sometimes I find it hard making it through the night
Missin' my homie 'cause we was so tight
Glad that I can say it was apart of my life
Now everything will be alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Everything will be alright

Whoa, I've been thinking of you
Wishing that you could come back to me
Whoa, I've been thinking of you
Wishing that you could come back to me
(Come on back now, well, well, well)
I've been thinking of you

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Grandma - Lyrics - Who Is Mike Jones? - Mike Jones

Title: Grandma
Album: Who Is Mike Jones?
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Mike A Jones, Antwan Thompson, Kevin Duane Mccord

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Lyric:
DJ Michael Watts
DJ Slice, turn me up mayne, turn me up
This heah for my grandma mayne, I love you baby
The whole family miss you baby
I'm fin' ta tell the world, how important you was to me

Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
The way you used to hold me, the way you used to hold me
The way you used to show me, the way you used to show me
Befo' you left you told me befo' you left you told me
That I was gonna have to keep the family up
(Mike Jones!)

April 14th was when, I felt I lost a friend
I damn near stopped rappin', damn near stopped pimpin' pens
Cousin locked in the pen, when will this drama end?
I get success but it feels like my stress begins
At 17 thought I was grown, had to move on
Moved out Jones home, had to do this on my own
My grandma left my life, I felt it wasn't right
I get awards and I break down and I cry on sight
My grandma left my life, I felt it wasn't right
I get awards and I break down and I cry on sight
My grandma left my life, I felt it wasn't right
I get awards and I break down and I cry on sight

'Cause she ain't here wit me, but I know she hearin' me
Beg and plead, that she could still be here next to me
Even though you passed and left, yo' memories are kept
In my mind, heart, and soul even on my shelf
Now I'm left with cousin Jessie and
Me and my brother June, my mother and
Even though sometimes I get too busy to touch you
From me to y'all I want y'all to know I love you

Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
The way you used to hold me, the way you used to hold me
The way you used to show me, the way you used to show me
Befo' you left you told me, befo' you left you told me
That I was gonna have to keep the family up
(Mike Jones!)

Grandma remember when we used to play
Them bones and you would skunk us
And you never had a problem punkin' us in front of company
Wally just had a son he's a daddy, I'ma uncle now
Wally just had a son he's a daddy, I'ma uncle now
Latran playin' ball, I pray to God he goes pro

And Gary Jr. gettin' bigger, I just thought I'd let you know
That the family's okay, every thang's cool and straight
Juanita and Nicky just told me to tell you they said, ?Hey?
And I pray day to day that the Lord'll pave the way
And you keep lookin' down here just smilin', just showin' ya pretty face
And I still hang around my homies that you see while you were here
Oh and my girl better than ever, she too wish you was here

You know I'm grown now, so I'm puttin' food on the table
24 years old and I got my own label
Ice age entertainment, we about to take it over
T. Boy rappin' now he's mellow, and Wally is lil' soldier
Boy still rolls with me, we close shoulder to shoulder
That gator that you gave my granny I use it to sew the game up
Me and she was partners, we both now CEO's
It's all good but I wish you was able to see me grow

Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
Oh grandma, I miss you
And wish I could kiss you and hug you girl
The way you used to hold me, the way you used to hold me
The way you used to show me, the way you used to show me
Befo' you left you told me, befo' you left you told me
That I was gonna have to keep the family up

Man, it's crazy y'knahmsayin'?
Dis the main reason here, she the main reason why
Y'all listenin' to me today y'knahmsayin'?
True story check it out, true story
A lot of people always used to wonder
How I got up in the game y'knahmsayin'?

My grandma was, 99.9 percent of the reason y'knahmsayin'?
It's crazy though, I mean, I used to go to strip clubs all the time and
Try to get people to listen to my CD, you know?
And they be like who are you? And I'm like Mike Jones
And they'd be like who y'knahmsayin'?

And I used to always tell my grandma
And she used to always tell me
To use that y'knahmsayin'?
'Cause they gon' regret what they did to me y'knahmsayin'?
So I started usin' it, and it worked y'knahmsayin'?

And it's it's just crazy mayne y'know?
I started sayin' my name a lot y'knahmsayin'?
I started givin' my phone number out y'knahmsayin'?
When people was tellin' me that it wasn't gon' work
My grandma was tellin' me to do it y'knahmsayin'?
She told she seen a vision and, that's a hell of a vision y'knahmsayin'?

And really I started givin' out my album, I started promotin' it
And all the stuff that y'all been hearin' me do
I got it from her y'knahmsayin'?
And and that's the main reason, why I'm here today y'knahmsayin'?
And and it's crazy man, it's crazy y'know
I'm I'm, I'm here and y'all listenin' to me, y'know
So I never woulda ever thought

That I'd have the whole world listenin' to Mike Jones, man
It's crazy man, I didn't even wanna use my real name, y'know?
But grandma was like, boy you better use that name
It's gon' blow you up one day y'knahmsayin'?
And I was like man you don't know what'chu talkin' about
And now I'm here, who is Mike Jones? Holla at'cha boy

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The Hidden Hand - Lyrics - Don Cartagena - Fat Joe

Title: The Hidden Hand
Album: Don Cartagena
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): J Eaddy, Samuel Garcia, Christopher Rios, F Delgado, Joseph Cartagena, A Blagmon, R Perez

Lyric:
Yeah, time to educate the youth
(Speak on it God)
'Cause if we won't, then who will?
(True)
Terror Squad style, yo
(Speak on it God)

Yo, I was a wild adolescent, blessed with the foul essence
Messin' around with the wrong crowd, I learned my lesson
Stressin' all the things that I have not
I pray to God I get my uncle out the crack spot

I hear mad shots, homicide come and play Mat lock
But never crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop
You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan
That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in Washington

The Hidden Hand even planned this man
Have me goin' hand to hand, killin' my own clan
But now I understand and see the big picture
Fuck cryin' about the struggle, I teach you how to get richer

Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin', coppin' capsules
Rockin' tattoos, boppin' with ankles locked in shackles
Got the cops joggin' at you, spittin' rounds of clips, they down wit it
New clowns'll make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit

Now it's been written that all men are equal but then it's legal
When they beat us and treat us as if we're different people
We go for delf, fuck the cop's health
I'd rather drop shelf and let off shots until my Glock melts
'Cause God dealt us a helpless hand, they made us sell this land

So the palest man could build a selfish plan
You know we can't trust the government, cause Uncle Sam is smugglin'
Drugs for us to hustle all the stuff for him
Even McGruff is in it, gettin' a percentage
Takin' advantage, punishin' just blacks and Hispanics

My heart is cold as ice, so I know I'm sheist, Big Pun was the kid
that no one liked, my whole life, is one big roll of the dice
Payin' a price twice as expensive as white kids
Destined for Riker's not knowin' my existence was priceless

It's like this, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes
Fightin' the nicest in the crisis I slice 'em in half and make 'em dash
Like hyphens, invitin' any rapper to clash with the Titan
The writing's like fighting 'cause rappers be biting like Tyson
I'm hypein' the crowd, keepin' 'em loud like my label

I'm proud I'm able to lift from the bowels of the ghetto
I found me a little sanity inside a career and a family
No more wars and renderin' tears to insanity
So keep the salary and tear the mic 'cause I love it
There's my life, you judge it, fuck it Seis, I don't want it

I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York like Filligan
Don't wanna get locked up in the pen again
But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin' for guns
Turnin' they ride on the side of the curb to see who runs

They authorize the beast to walk the streets holdin' heat
Four deep, we puff production, my cheek, you know my steez
Fuck the police, usin' probable cause to break laws
Behind the badge you try to cover up your racial war
I got somethin' for you boys in blue

The system poisoned you, blew your cover, now what you supposed to do?
I never let the faggot pull the trig first
It won't be no American flag over my hearse
What's worse, you know they disperse for bucks
So take caution in the streets cause our protection sucks

This dude, he had the darkest pads, who dressed up in the heart of brash
Forever talkin' trash, how he stacked niggaz to almanac
Gunshots to corner four police informants
Stood like he modeled the latest fashions, sidewalk sideshow performance

He raised the pull of grace, a razor blew his face
Force calm the sere plus a pack of the dunga dun laced with toothpaste
Life ain't to be gambled son, you could get trampled
By people that act more like animals than mammals high off enamel

That's what his poppa said whose locked for droppin' Akmed
In the candy store robbery probably to get his veins fed
He ain't listen, he became a brain dead cocaine head
Older Mexicans knew, they killed him eatin' bagualitos
But hey, little kids, don't follow these dopes

What? Uh-huh, yeah, I can dig that
They call me Prospect, I just came back from?
Had this track on pause, now I'm back on course
It's lost on the Ave, tryin' to take my life from the past

Get this legal cash, without dad
Kinda sad how he got dragged down to negativity
Only if he had one love, trust for liberty
This world would be a better place, get what it takes

In a race to racism replace the snake in em
Bad ones, want to spend lives and discriminate
I'm tryin' to keep this positive vibe, and from that
I generate to the top, like Puffy won't stop

I'm mature now, with one knot, from tryin' to get locked
And to the shorties on the block, tryin' to twist 40 tops
Get your act together, do some carpentry with a Black n Decker
And stop speedin' like a Kawasaki
From my life, to your life, I'm touchin' everybody Twinz watch me

Everything we speak is the truth
From Prospect to Munroe, here in a hot second
The whole world run know, everything we speak is the truth
Terror Squad

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Who Knew - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Who Knew
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Melvin Bradford, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young

Lyric:
(I never knew I)
(I never knew I)
Mic check, one two
(I never knew I)
Who woulda knew?
(I never knew I)
Who'da known?
(I never knew I)

Fuck, what a story
(I never knew I)
Motherfucker comes out
(I never knew I)
And sells a couple of million records
(I never knew I)
And these motherfuckers hit the ceiling
(I never knew I)

I don't do black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music, for high school kids
I put lives at risk, when I drive like this
I put wives at risk with a knife like this
Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now
I'm in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you want me to watch my mouth, how?
Take my fuckin' eyeballs out, and turn 'em around

Look, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around
And hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin' furniture out
I'm sorry, there must be a mix up
You want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his dick sucked?
Fuck that, take drugs, rape sluts
Make fun of gay clubs, men who wear make up
Get aware, wake up, get a sense of humor
Quit tryin' to censor music, this is for your kid's amusement
But don't blame me, when lil' Eric jumps off of the terrace
You shoulda been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents

'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid
I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch
I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid
I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch

So who's bringin' the guns in this country?
I couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in London
And last week, I seen a Schwarzenegger movie
Where he's shootin' all sorts of these motherfuckers with a Uzi
I sees three little kids, up in the front row
Screamin, "Go", with their seventeen year old uncle
I'm like, "Guidance, ain't they got the same moms and dads
Who got mad when I asked, if they liked violence?"

And told me that my tape taught 'em to swear
What about the make up you allow, your twelve year old daughter to wear?
So tell me, that your son doesn't know any cuss words
When his bus driver's screamin' at him, fuckin' him up worse
And 'Fuck' was the first word I ever learned
Up in the third grade, flippin' the gym teacher the bird

So read up, about how I used to get beat up
Peed on, be on free lunch, and change school every three months
My life's like kinda what my wife's like
Fucked up after I beat her fuckin' ass every night
So how much easier would life be
If nineteen million motherfuckers grew to be just like me?

'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid
I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch
I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid
I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch, I never knew I'd

Have a new house or a new car
A couple years ago I was more poorer than you are
I don't got that bad of a mouth, do I?
Fuck shit ass bitch cunt, shooby de doo wop
Skibbedy be bop, a Christopher Reeves
Sonny Bono, skis horses and hittin' some trees
How many retards'll listen to me?
And run up in the school shootin'
When they're pissed at a teach

Her, him, is it you, is it them?
Wasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again!
Damn! How much damage can you do with a pen?
Man I'm just as fucked up as you woulda been
If you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought?
Slim Shady would be somethin' that you woulda bought
That woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop
I just said it, I ain't know if you'd do it or not

'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid
I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch
I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid
I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch

How the fuck was I supposed to know?

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Thank You - Lyrics - Rest Is History - Jin

Title: Thank You
Album: Rest Is History
Artist: Jin
Composer(s): Jin Auyeung, Loren Lunnon

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Lyric:
This feels good right here, just happy to be here, I mean
I gotta take a moment to thank those that made a difference
Whether small or big, damn, where should I start though?

First and foremost I gotta give praise
To the Lord above and His Almighty ways
Blessin' me with the gift to lift spirits
And evoke emotions through these words everytime you hear it

I got the lyrics and flow, I'm capable so
When I blow, just know this one's for April and Joe
Me and my little sister, we're grateful you know
Wish I could see you more Avah at the rate that you grow

My favorite uncle Franky for opening ya door
When I ain't have a place to stay, I crashed on your floor
Taught me the basic survival tools
Auntie Cathy, every summer kept me in vacation Bible school

Mr. Diskin for more than passin' grades
And my fourth grade teacher Mr. Scott who passed away
Peep how I met Kamel, corner on the street
We goin' to the top, let's do it for Shawna and Jaleek

In the beginnin', no one was on Jin's side folks
Bar and Amory, whoa Bundy that's an inside joke
Before bullshit friendships, synthetic for cream
Chilled with my wall click, Bryan, Cedric and Jean

So when I moved to NY chose to invest in a few
One love to Patricia, Ben and the rest of the crew
To be loved is a privilige, that's what I was told
A gem from my man unless more precious than gold

Infamous Joe lacin' my tatt so sick
Fong, Yungmac, and Ken down at Ho Yips
To Dee Waah Chivon and the rest of the deans
For believing in a young man obsessed with a dream

Allowin' me to write history create my own chapter
All original ryders and the generation after
The double R staff my thanks worth a million
And the whole 30th floor at the Universal buildin'

You could never walk in my shoes or stand in my boots
Know how I came up, I'll never abandon my roots
Yeah, C Rayz, Poison Pen for sharing the stage
Shouts to stronghold, tone and the rest of the plague

Ask Big Zoo, we ten steps ahead of ya
Vice versus, eye to eye, E-O dub regulars
My man J pure for bringin' the heat right
And the rest of the poets, chillin' under streetlights

Just keep the beats tight, shouts to the record spinners
Enough, felli fell and all the heavy hitters
Kubichi K Sly hold me down in L.A.
Might catch me flickin' it up with von in the bay

Then it's off to the wake up show with tech and sway
Or big nat and foot out in VA
It's damn near tradition to kick a freestyle
Anytime I'm with Eddie Francis out in Seatown

Can't forget hometeam as high as I be
Supa Cindy, Big Lip and DJ Irie
The club and mixtape DJ's that break records
'Cause thanks to them we've heard some great records

Shouts out to the technicians they get props
Feel free to holla, anytime you need drops
Bob Collina, the only one to call
Anytime ya boy Jin gota run in with the law

Bert Padell A K A Big Babe Ruth
Got the brinks truck outside, let's get paid loot
6 4 6 6, the trips back and forth
From the studio to the crib, I'm never slackin' off

How 'bout Will, Spivey and of course Killa Kai?
Boondo, Randy, Feron just a few of my
Close associates that I love to see
School me to the game like Joe box and Brother E

Razor and Mario for all them times we rocked shows
To the rest of 176, tato
"Holla front dot com" go register today
Peter Jun, Rock, Lisa, Landy and J

Keepin' me fresh Ellis at the barbershop
Coast to coast, lifestyles reppin' the R alot
My man cartoon bringin' the fresh sound
Cookie and mag OG's holdin' the West down

And of course Swizz Blocks, Carl, climax
Far east movement, they got what ya minds lack
T dot Montreal where I keep mass appeal
Romero, baby you, R G and Neil

It pays to keep it real even more to be sincere
Thanks to B E T for jump startin' my career
As for one oh six who they askin' about
Free and A J can't wait to see yall back on the couch

And MTV for givin' advance warnings
John Singleton plus the chance at performin'
The soul stopper X L Rolling Stone vibe
The truth, the lies, the layout in rides

For every write up forever in context
King magazine Elle girl and complex
To all the producers for providin' the beats
Shouts to Neo, Tunehedz, Divine and Elite

JR, Wyclef, Kanye, can I rep
This is real hip hop be damned if I let
Y'all tell me otherwise 'cause we so live
This one's for 954 and 305

All the way to 718 and 212
And if you ever showed love this one's for you
But I gota say thanks even those that hated
'Cause, 'cause ya'll kept me motivated

{You see, lot times
People dont appreciate the love and support
That they get from they family an' friends
Haters and all they are locked into but not me}

{See I never take none of that for granted
So I knew I had to take a moment
And atleast let ya'll know how I felt about it
C'mon}

I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all
I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all
I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all
I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all

'Cause when I'm sure there is no me
Oh my cha I can't forget about you
I know when you make sinners down
You doin' a real good job on that

I know I probaly forgot a ton of people
But don't think that you know count it
Anyway you want, it's just that
It's a lot goin' on right now

I got my element
Little bit of Henessee left in my cup
No I don't even drink like that
I love ya, the rest is history baby

I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all
I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all
I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all
I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all

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Slow Ya Roll - Lyrics - Buck Tha World - Young Buck

Title: Slow Ya Roll
Album: Buck Tha World
Artist: Young Buck
Composer(s): David Darnell Brown, Martin Mckinney, Sid Mellow, Derick Prosper

Lyric:
Hey, I gotta slow down
I said we gotta slow down

Let me take you back to high school, '94
Well, at least when a **** had time to go
Walk to the bus stop, sellin' **** on the way
Lil' bad **** with a pocket full of ****

Fell in love with a shorty that was bad
I would go and skip class just so I could see that ****
But she was too fast and I was too slow
'Cause she wanted a **** who already had dough

She found her a man who was like 24
But what she didn't know, that he had plenty ****
She was too young, so now he got a new one
'Cause shorty went and bought her a new ****

See when she catch this ****, she gon' do somethin'
Not fight, but shorty gon' **** somethin'
But she never got a chance, a change of plans
**** herself in the back, puttin' the **** in her pants

Live life young, ****, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone
Slow your roll, slow it down, my ****
Slow your roll, slow down, my ****

Live life, lil' mama, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone
Slow your roll, c'mon, gotta slow down
Slow your roll, think you gotta slow down

I got a graveyard tatted on my arm
So I'ma just start with my uncle William Hahn
My momma only brother, he served in the navy
He lost his life because the war made him crazy

My nephew Shannen, 15 years old
When I think how he died, I get real cold
'Cause they found him in a field with some crack stones
There was no flesh, it was just bones

I was just home with my cousin Craig
And then I got a phone call, said they found him dead
So what's next, ain't went to Bizz funeral yet
Instead of one casket, I need two of them ****

It don't quit, just when you think I'm seein' better days
My auntie just find that she got AIDS
And it's **** up 'cause her life don't end
And she locked up, so she dyin' in the pen, ****

Live life young, ****, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone
Slow your roll, slow it down, my ****
Slow your roll, slow down, my ****

Live life, lil' mama, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone
Slow your roll, c'mon, gotta slow down
Slow your roll, think you gotta slow down

This can't be life we're living
'Cause I don't wanna live no more
I don't wanna live no more
(This can't be life we're living)
'Cause I don't wanna live no more
I don't wanna live no more

This can't be life we're living
'Cause I don't want it no more, no more
This can't be life we're living
'Cause I don't want it no more, no more

Live life young, ****, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone
Slow your roll, slow it down, my ****
Slow your roll, slow down, my ****

Live life, lil' mama, quit tryin' to be grown
You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone
Slow your roll, c'mon, gotta slow down
Slow your roll, think you gotta slow down

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