Up On Things - Lyrics - Street Dreams - Fabolous

Title: Up On Things
Album: Street Dreams
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Ken Ifill, John Jackson, Ernesto Shaw, Calvin Broadus

Lyric:
Yeah
Walk with me west coast
Yeah
It's the coast to coast G on the check in
Yeah ride ride ride

If you ain't up on things
Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game
Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang
Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca

Kick game like I know a little bit of socca
Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas
Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka
Then I'm game change a very freaky girl

You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon
You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'
You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'
You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'

But I fuck bitches and get money
My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches
When you get twenties and plug switches
That make you sit funny, I'm a rider

If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me)
(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me)
(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me)
(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me)
(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)

C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down
If I freeze up, its kilos now
Pick trees up its three four pounds
Fill the bees up ?til these bro's drown
I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns
Busta's freeze up when my V slow down
I ease up with these four pounds
Squeeze up to three four rounds
I pick these up its G code now
Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now

I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen
I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans
I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends
White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green

We going to blast if we going I been doing
This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum
Your grandparents has to assume
'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem
(Oh boy!)

If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me)
(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me)
(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)

So my niggas, they get money
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah
And all my bitches, they get money
Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream "Oh yeah"

It's the kid with the D O double G
After blowing three four dubs of trees
My eyes are below double G's
After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me
We'll probably go below publically
I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly
For those who pose to closely backup
Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride
From the north to the south to the east to the west

So my niggas, they get money
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream "Oh yeah"

All my bitches, they get money
Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream "Oh yeah oh yeah"

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Put You Up On Game - Lyrics - Aretha Franklin

Title: Put You Up On Game
Artist: Aretha Franklin
Composer(s): Antonio Dixon, Kalenna L Harper, Damon Thomas, Steve Russell, Harvey J Mason, Larry Jackson

Lyric:
Come over here, sweetie
I really wanna talk to you for a few more moments, hey
Lemme put you up on game
Lemme put you up on game
Says you gotta tell me something

Sure, you?re in love again
You never sure he?s gonna be the one
?Cause on the first night he didn't try to get the ooh-wee
Just ?cause he kissed you on the cheek and called you baby
It doesn't mean he's running no game

Oh, could you listen for a minute?
You ain't the one who?s in it
Yeah, I know I'm getting twisted, I ain't hating
?Cause I been there and I?ve done that
I?m just watching you play

Lemme put you up on game
Every man is different but the game won?t change
Lemme put you up on game
So you don?t make the same mistakes I made

Lemme put you up on game
Players make the players and the players play the game
So before you go and you take his last name
Lemme put you up on, up on, up on game

Oh, I understand what you're saying
And I know you tested the waters in your days
And you been through some things
He might just be the one, [Incomprehensible]
There?s somethin? ?bout him so different

Yeah, to know yourself a little better
I'm trying to help you, girl, for what it?s worth
?Cause you done been there and done that
No, I won?t go out like that, no, hey

Lemme put you up on game
Every man is different but the game won?t change
Lemme put you up on game
So you don?t make the same mistakes I made

Lemme put you up on game
Players make the players and the players play the game
So before you go and you take his last name
Lemme put you up on, up on, up on game

I don't wanna see him hurt you
Oh, don't worry about me, I?ll be okay
I done said the same thing before
But that was way back in the day

Sometimes you think
That you know but you don?t
So follow my advice, don?t let it happen twice
You gotta look around

Lemme put you up on game
Every man is different but the game won?t change
Lemme put you up on game
So you don?t make the same mistakes I made

Lemme put you up on game
Players make the players and the players play the game
So before you go and you take his last name
Lemme put you up on, up on, up on game
Lemme put you up on game

I understand what you?re saying
No, you don?t, I want you to listen to me
I already know all that, you really don?t
Listen to the voice of experience
I done been through that time
Now don?t be hard headed, don?t be a hard head

You?re a sweet girl
Listen to what I am saying to you
I?m listening, babe
?Cause you know a hard head
Will make a soft rootie-tootie-bootie
Okay, now wait
Ooh, let me tell you what I know

Lemme put you up on game
Every man is different but the game won?t change
Lemme put you up on game
So you don?t make the same mistakes I made

Lemme put you up on game
Players make the players and the players play the game
So before you go and take his last name
Lemme put you up on, up on, up on game

Lemme put you up on game
Every man is different but the game won?t change
Lemme put you up on game
So you don?t make the same mistakes I made

Lemme put you up on game
Players make the players and the players play the game

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Stick 'Em Up - Lyrics - Quarashi

Title: Stick 'Em Up
Artist: Quarashi
Composer(s): Solvi Blondal, Hussi Olafsson, Omar Orn Hauksson

Lyric:
Until there was you we didn't know what to do
But I don't give a fuck about the things that I blew
Sucker MC don't you love me?
Wanna have me, wanna queue me, one two three

It's just a modest proposal from a boy anti-social
Scraping the skin of our culture, civilized vulture
Do me in, don't make me sin
I'm doing so good I can't go through it again

Yeah
Fuck in
He wants to fight, fuckin'

I bomb the mic like a fascist, Mussolini
Comin' through with no remorse, from the dark you won't see me
Rise up from the sea like a Godzilla
Straight up through your mind with my armor plated drilla

I don't give a fuck what you think about this shit, ain't
In it for the money never out to make a hit
If you can't take it like I said get a grip
'Cause I'm here to fucking stay like the warts on your dick

Come on
I stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
I stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Come on, come on, come on, come on yeah

Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
I stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
I stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Stick 'em, stick 'em

So won't you make a man out of me
I've gotta be, connected computerized son of a bitch
Makes me itch, sucker for life
I can't decide darkness or light or just a heavenly fright

Stick it, I'm tired I'm bored,I'm fuckin' bored
I'm trying so hard and I can't be adored
So the sound brakes through from one tone
Gives me no choice I can't be alone

I stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
I stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Come on, come on, come on, come on yeah

Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
I stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
I stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
I stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on yeah

Like Darth Vader I surprise you with my skills
I knock your ol' ass out like a bag of sleeping pills
I got to rip things up like my name was Jack the Ripper
There's a party at your house cause your mama is a stripper

Slice through the scene like a knife through peanut butter
Get your ass cleaned out motherfucker I didn't stutter
S W A R E Z! I got this whole thing right down to a T

Come on, yeah
I stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
I stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Come on, come on, come on, come on yeah

Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
I stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
I stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Come on, come on, come on, come on yeah

Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
I stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
I stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Just stick 'em up
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up

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Finally I Walked Away - Lyrics - Brandy

Title: Finally I Walked Away
Artist: Brandy
Composer(s): Nick Glennie-Smith, Hans Zimmer, Tim Mosley, Steven Stern, Don Harper, Brandy Norwood, Candice Nelson, Walter Worth Millsap

Lyric:
Yo, yo
This is a champion song
Feel me
Me and Brandy
We have rise to the occasion, c'mon
Like this, talk to 'em, ahh

I could've stayed in that place too long
I would've made it okay for you to do me wrong
I would've played the role one more day
If I didn't hear my conscience say
(Talk to 'em)

Stop, look around
(Yeah)
Is this where you belong?
(Oh, yeah)
Look at yourself
Are you weak? are you strong?
(Oh, no no)
I realize that it's all up to me
(Yeah)
To make myself happy
(C'mon)

Finally I walked away
(Yeah, yeah)
Never would've seen this day
(Oh)
Givin' up on those things that hurt me
Made me who I am today
(Oh)
Finally I walked away
(Finally)
Never would've seen this day
(Yeah, yeah)
Givin' up on those things that hurt me
Made me who I am today

Lookin' back on my choices made
Thinkin' about the things I did to make you stay
I wonder sometimes why my love didn't turn to hate
Then I hear the same little voice inside me say

Stop, look around
(Oh look around)
Is this where you belong?
(Is it where you belong?)
Look at yourself
(Oh)
Are you weak? are you strong?
(Yeah)
I realize that it's all up to me
(I realize)
(It's all up to me)
To make myself happy
(Oh oh)

Finally I walked away
(Walked away)
Never would've seen this day
(Givin' up)
Givin' up on those things that hurt me
(On those things that hurt me)
Made me who I am today
(Oh yeah)
Finally I walked away
(Yeah)
Never would've seen this day
(Givin' up)
Givin' up on those things that hurt me
Made me who I am today

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
(Ahh)
(Walk with us)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
(Haa)
(Walk with us)
Finally I'm where, I'm suppose to be
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(C'mon)
Finally I'm where, I'm suppose to be
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(C'mon)
Yeah yeah

Finally I walked away
(I walked away)
Never would've seen this day
(Never seen this day)
Givin' up on those things that hurt me
(Givin' up on those things, yeah yeah)
Made me who I am today
(Oh oh)
Finally I walked away
(Walked away)
Never would've seen this day
(Never, never)
Givin' up on those things that hurt me
(Oh oh)
Made me who I am today

(Huu)
Yea yea yea yea
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yea yea yea yea
(Walk with us)
Yea yea yea yea
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yea yea yea yea
(Walk with us)
(Whao whao)
Finally I'm where, I'm suppose to be
(Yea yea yea yea)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
(C'mon)
Finally I'm where, I'm suppose to be
(Yea yea yea yea)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
(C'mon)
(Whao whao)
Finally I'm where, I'm suppose to be
(Yea yea yea yea)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
(C'mon)
Finally I'm where, I'm suppose to be
(Yea yea yea yea)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
(Whao whao)
Finally I'm where, I'm suppose to be
(Yea yea yea yea)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
Finally I'm where, I'm suppose to be
(Yea yea yea yea)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)

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Finally - Lyrics - Brandy

Title: Finally
Artist: Brandy
Composer(s): Nick Glennie-Smith, Hans Zimmer, Tim Mosley, Steven Stern, Don Harper, Brandy Norwood, Candice Nelson, Walter Worth Millsap

Lyric:
Yo, yo
This is a champion song
Feel me
Me and Brandy
We have rise to the occasion, c'mon
Like this, talk to 'em, ahh

I could've stayed in that place too long
I would've made it okay for you to do me wrong
I would've played the role one more day
If I didn't hear my conscience say
(Talk to 'em)

Stop, look around
(Yeah)
Is this where you belong?
(Oh, yeah)
Look at yourself
Are you weak? are you strong?
(Oh, no no)
I realize that it's all up to me
(Yeah)
To make myself happy
(C'mon)

Finally I walked away
(Yeah, yeah)
Never would've seen this day
(Oh)
Givin' up on those things that hurt me
Made me who I am today
(Oh)
Finally I walked away
(Finally)
Never would've seen this day
(Yeah, yeah)
Givin' up on those things that hurt me
Made me who I am today

Lookin' back on my choices made
Thinkin' about the things I did to make you stay
I wonder sometimes why my love didn't turn to hate
Then I hear the same little voice inside me say

Stop, look around
(Oh look around)
Is this where you belong?
(Is it where you belong?)
Look at yourself
(Oh)
Are you weak? are you strong?
(Yeah)
I realize that it's all up to me
(I realize)
(It's all up to me)
To make myself happy
(Oh oh)

Finally I walked away
(Walked away)
Never would've seen this day
(Givin' up)
Givin' up on those things that hurt me
(On those things that hurt me)
Made me who I am today
(Oh yeah)
Finally I walked away
(Yeah)
Never would've seen this day
(Givin' up)
Givin' up on those things that hurt me
Made me who I am today

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
(Ahh)
(Walk with us)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
(Haa)
(Walk with us)
Finally I'm where, I'm suppose to be
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(C'mon)
Finally I'm where, I'm suppose to be
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(C'mon)
Yeah yeah

Finally I walked away
(I walked away)
Never would've seen this day
(Never seen this day)
Givin' up on those things that hurt me
(Givin' up on those things, yeah yeah)
Made me who I am today
(Oh oh)
Finally I walked away
(Walked away)
Never would've seen this day
(Never, never)
Givin' up on those things that hurt me
(Oh oh)
Made me who I am today

(Huu)
Yea yea yea yea
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yea yea yea yea
(Walk with us)
Yea yea yea yea
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yea yea yea yea
(Walk with us)
(Whao whao)
Finally I'm where, I'm suppose to be
(Yea yea yea yea)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
(C'mon)
Finally I'm where, I'm suppose to be
(Yea yea yea yea)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
(C'mon)
(Whao whao)
Finally I'm where, I'm suppose to be
(Yea yea yea yea)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
(C'mon)
Finally I'm where, I'm suppose to be
(Yea yea yea yea)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
(Whao whao)
Finally I'm where, I'm suppose to be
(Yea yea yea yea)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)
Finally I'm where, I'm suppose to be
(Yea yea yea yea)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh yeah)

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Don'T Give Up On Me - Lyrics - Amy Grant

Title: Don'T Give Up On Me
Artist: Amy Grant
Composer(s): Brown Bannister, Gary Chapman, Amy Grant

Lyric:
Don't give up on me
Though I know at times it's hard to see
All my many weaknesses
Might blind you, I must remind you

Don't give up on me
Even when I act so selfishly
All my views are all I see
Yes, I know there's still so much of me

But God is working constantly
To shape me, He'll remake me

Don't give up on me, I'm gonna make it.
I know it's hard for you to see
Don't give up on me, I couldn't take it

If a part of me should keep you from seeing
The part of me that you'd start to believe in
I'm changin' so please don't give up on me

Don't give up on me
Even when I fail so miserably
Time and again I know
I stumble, it makes me humble

Don't give up on me but never let your love to be
Hanging on the things you see
Counting all the times I fail to be
Everything you want from me
I'm trying, hear me crying

Don't give up on me, I'm gonna make it
I know it's hard for you to see
Don't give up on me, I couldn't take it

If a part of me should keep you from seeing
The part of me that you'd start to believe in
I'm changin' so please don't give up on me

I know much more than you
How very weak I am
But He believes in me
And so I know you can

When all my views are all I see
Then I know there's still so much of me
But God is working constantly
To shape me, He'll remake me

Don't give up on me, I'm gonna make it
I know it's hard for you to see
Don't give up on me, I couldn't take it

If a part of me should keep you from seeing
The part of me that you'd start to believe in
I'm changin' so please don't give up on me

Don't give up one me, I'm gonna make it
I know it's hard for you to see
Don't give up on me, I couldn't take it

If a part of me should keep you from seeing
The part of me that you'd start to believe in
I'm changin' so please don't give up on me

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Outline Of A Love - Lyrics - Run Kid Run

Title: Outline Of A Love
Artist: Run Kid Run
Composer(s): Lyle Chastain, David Josiah Curtis, Neil Matthew Endicott, Matthew J Jackson

Lyric:
Already I'm too far behind
To make this up to you
Apologies will never do

You were too young
The times not right
Things did not seem on our side
We did what felt right
(For us to carry on)

Come what may we'll see this through
To give up on this love I found in you
I cannot do

Summer crush turned into love
Take my hand, we'll ride above
All the things that might face us

You're my best friend
Words can't comprehend
The outline of a love
That strongly holds us up
(For us to carry on)

Come what may we'll see this through
To give up on this love I found in you
I cannot do

Some may say it's all the same
Yet promises have brought me here in faith
Growing stronger everyday
And with that we can face anything

Come what may we'll see this through
To give up on this love I found in you
Come what may we'll see this through
Come what may we'll see this
Come what may we'll see this through

To give up on this love I found in you
To give up on this love I found in you
(I cannot do)

To give up on this love I found in you
(I cannot do)
To give up on this love I found in you
(I cannot do)

To give up on this love I found in you
(I cannot do)
To give up on this love I found in you
(I cannot do)

To give up on this love I found in you
(I cannot do)
To give up on this love I found in you
(I cannot do)

To give up on this love I found in you
(I cannot do)
To give up on this love I found in you
(I cannot do)

To give up on this love I found in you
(I cannot do)
To give up on this love I found in you

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Baby Come On - Lyrics - Method Man

Title: Baby Come On
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Marc A Pfafflin, Clifford Smith, Jason Harrow

Lyric:
Uh that's right, oh yeah
Back with some nasty shit, right there
Nasty, nasty nasty girl, nasty girl, baby come on
Think you a nasty girl, yea

Pretty young thing like to bone
And she hate to spend her nights alone, baby doll you in the zone
Why not call me on the phone, and invite me home
Come on now, baby, come on
Know what I mean, take a real queen to fuck with me
Trustin' me, and give it up for free
Next time, feel free to hit me up, anything you wanna puff a tree
Come on now, baby, come on on

We'll shake me up, stop stallin', what you waitin' for?
You know we both ain't got no place to go
So roll it up, and lay it low
Every time I say yes baby, you say no
Come on now, baby, come on
Na na, na na na, you don't have to stay
It's okay, there's the dough, you can walk away
Why make we wait till tomorrow, when you can break me off today?
Come on now, baby, come on

Yeah gal dem we love, and gal we need
She crush up me things and light me weed
We see dem shotgun, and watch me speed
Me need a pringy one or pon we need it
Gal dem we ugh, and gal we screw
When we need the girl, up one night po' half me crew
And lick on my collection, and what to do
Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh

I won't lie, I love P U S S Y
'Cuz I never let it walk on by or any slice of the American pie
Come on now, baby, come on
Girlfriend, you know it's half past two a.m.
You got a friend, but you ain't really trynna fuck with him
Aight then, hit up Batty, I'll gladly come and tuck you in
Come on now, baby, come on
Scream at your frog, all's fair in love and basketball

She remind me of this chick that used to fuck with Dirty Bastard, y'all
Heard that she could suck a ball through a plastic straw
Come on now, baby, come on
Know what I'm sayin', kid, she get it poppin' off and half the time
A little candlelight, a little glass of wine
I'm thinkin', another drink and that ass is mine
Come on now, baby, come on

Yeah gal dem we love, and gal we need
She crush up me things and light me weed
We see dem shotgun, and watch me speed
Me need a pringy one or pon we need it
Gal dem we ugh, and gal we screw
When we need the girl, up one night po' half me crew
And lick on my collection, and what to do
Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh

If you girl, come knockin' at my door, it's my duty
To give her what she came here for
I'm try'nna knock it down, but I ain't trynna claim that dough
Come on now, baby, come on
That's what's up, start the fire, Buddha, light things up
The only nigga puttin' ends on some rims for his ice-cream truck
Pick a flavor, I'll come and scoop your whole team up
Come on now, baby, come on

That's how it be, don't trip, but girl you put a hurtin' on me
Oh shit, hope other chicks don't take it personally
But ma, you killin' her, murder in the first degree
Come on now, baby, come on
Okay, okay, can the ladies come out and play with Mr. Meth
I ain't trynna take you out your way
Why break me off tomorrow, when you can break me off today?
Come on now

Yeah gal dem we love, and gal we need
She crush up me things and light me weed
We see dem shotgun, and watch me speed
Me need a pringy one or pon we need it
Gal dem we ugh, and gal we screw
When we need the girl, up one night po' half me crew
And lick on my collection, and what to do
Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh

Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Big up to, super producer, Fafu, one love to Kardinal Offishall
And the whole T-Dot, oh

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Brother Sister - Lyrics - Brand New Heavies

Title: Brother Sister
Artist: Brand New Heavies
Composer(s): N'Dea Davenport, Andrew Levy, Simon Bartholomew, Jan Kincaid

Lyric:
Stand up my brother
Stand up my sister
Stand up my brother
Stand up my sister

Don't you let your young life get you down
It always had a certain mystery
Many changes come to everyone
About the time that they turn seventeen

Grandma said, at times you'll feel a sting
There'll be sharp turns and uphills and closed doors
Then she said, hold onto your faith
'Cause in this world you've got to go and get yours

So you stand up be strong
Go out there and hold on to the real things that matter
'Cause no one's gonna hand it to you on a silver platter

There's no need to feel you're on your own
Just let your intuition guide you through
Take one step toward what you believe
Don't be afraid to make your move

In my head those words remind me
What Grandma said, at times you'll feel a sting
There'll be sharp turns and uphills and closed doors
Then she said, hold on to your faith, don't be scared go out there

Just stand up and be strong
Go out there and hold on to the real things that matter
'Cause no one's gonna hand it to you on a silver platter

Stand up and be strong
Go out there and hold on to the real things that matter
'Cause no one's gonna hand it to you on a silver platter

Don't be scared go out there, just stand up and be strong
Go out there and hold on to the real things that matter
'Cause no one's gonna hand it to you on a silver platter

Stand up my brother, stand up my sister
Stand up my brother, stand up my sister

So you stand up and be strong
Go out there and hold on to the real things that matter
'Cause no one's gonna hand it to you on a silver platter

Stand up my brother, stand up my sister
Stand up my brother, stand up my sister

To feel you're on your own
To feel you're on your own

To feel you're on your own
To feel you're on your own

To feel you're on your own
To feel you're on your own

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The Little Things - Lyrics - Coco - Colbie Caillat

Title: The Little Things
Album: Coco
Artist: Colbie Caillat
Composer(s): Colby Caillat, Jason Reeves

Lyric:
The little things you do to me
Are taking me over, I wanna show ya
Everything inside of me
Oh, like a nervous heart that is crazy beating

My feet are stuck here against the pavement
I wanna break free, I wanna make it
Closer to your eyes, get your attention
Before you pass me by

Back up, back up, take another chance
Don?t you mess up, mess up, I don?t wanna lose you
Wake up, wake up, this ain't just a thing that you
Give up, give up, don?t you say that I?d be
Better off, better off, sleeping by myself and wondering
If I'm better off, better off without you boy

And every time, you notice me
By holding me closely and saying sweet things
I don't believe that it could be
You speaking your mind and saying the real thing

My feet have broke free and I am leaving
I'm not gonna stand here, feeling lonely
But I don't regret it and I don't think
It was just a waste of time

Back up, back up, take another chance
Don?t you mess up, mess up, I don?t wanna lose you
Wake up, wake up, this ain't just a thing that you
Give up, give up, don?t you say that I?d be
Better off, better off, sleeping by myself and wondering
If I'm better off, better off without you boy

Don't just leave me hanging on
Don't just leave me hanging on

The little things, you do to me
Are taking me over, I wanna show ya
Everything inside of me
Oh, like a nervous heart that is crazy beating

My feet are stuck here against the pavement
I wanna break free, I wanna make it
Closer to your eyes, get your attention
Before you pass me by

Don't just leave me hanging on

Back up, back up, take another chance
Don?t you mess up, mess up, I don?t wanna lose you
Wake up, wake up, this ain't just a thing that you
Give up, give up, don?t you say that I?d be
Better off, better off, sleeping by myself and wondering
If I'm better off, better off without you boy

Don't just leave me hanging on
Don't just leave me hanging on
(The little things, all of the things you do to me)
Don't just leave me hanging on
(Drivin' me crazy crazy, yeah yeah, drivin' me crazy)
Don't just leave me hanging on
(The little things, all of the things you do to me)

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Big Things - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: Big Things
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin, Michael Masser, Nasir Jones, Alvin West

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Lyric:
Get yours nigga 'cuz I'ma get mine in due time
Everybody a-shine, get yours, I spray nines
I say this one time, the last time, I swear to y'all
I'm from where the dope fiends is at and killas crawl

And snitches call police, all these niggas and street
Corners everybody's like smokin' marijuana and
Snuffin' niggas in faces and startin' drama and
Shootin' niggas in cold blood, just kill 'em, so what

With the fo' pound go nuts
Betta slow up, before you get your ass on up
Nigga never gonna grow up
Drinkin' the Henney but he know he gon' throw up

Tryin' to make crack sales
What it look like? Future for a black male
Don't want to make my momma cry
On a front page for a homicide

Fly whips, all I wanted to drive
Where chicks get blunted and then ride
Do a 105 in the fast lane
And a fast pace, chasin' the papes

Spendin' chips on big chains
And the dimes that give brains
That was a 80's and 90's thing
Now, I'm into big things

Nah, I ain't fuck with you
Now, I'm into big things
Gotta get my life together man
'Cuz now, I'm into big things

Nah, I ain't gonna rhyme wit you
'Cuz now I'm into big things
You know I can't do that shit no more
'Cuz now, I'm into big things

Nah, I can't fuck with you
I'm into big things
Nah, I ain't gonna stand on the corner
I'm into big things

Now, the talk is small talk
I'm into big things
I'm into big things
The big things, the big things

When I started this, all I wanted was cars and cribs
Like other rap artists
But do I know where I'm goin' to?
Can I forget when I came from? I be showin' you

Another style I'ma flow for you
Can I make somethin' wild I can throw for you? Flow for you?
Make it bi-coastal, take it to heights
That some of y'all can't come close to?

Some of y'all want to talk like hoes
Worse than bitches
And when y'all niggas see me blow
Bet it hurt like stitches

No competition, I stop and twist 'em
Hit 'em like a mafia proposition
I'm glad y'all stopped and listen
Thinkin' back to when I had not pot to piss in

Look up at a nigga nod, rocks are glistenin'
Can't stop my mission, make anotha LP drop
I'm hittin' with the new shit exclusive

No time to get caught up in a crime
I ain't have shit to do with
Used to chase the hoes, now, I chase the dough
Is y'all bitches gonna help me get paper? No

Nah, I ain't fuck with you
Now, I'm into big things
Gotta get my life together man
'Cuz now, I'm into big things

Nah, I ain't gonna rhyme wit you
'Cuz now I'm into big things
You know I can't do that shit no more
'Cuz now, I'm into big things

Nah, I can't fuck with you
I'm into big things
Nah, I ain't gonna stand on the corner
I'm into big things

Now, the talk is small talk
I'm into big things
I'm into big things
The big things, the big things

I go past y'all, y'all got the glass jar
And when I hit it, admit it, y'all on y'all ass y'all
We on the same team, you don't wanna pass the ball
Chuck and gun up the dough

You want to score but you really don't want to ball
I put you on, it was me that introduced you to wealth
Crossin' me is like shootin' yourself
Wanna blow so fast now do it yourself

You ain't shit, now, you was so ill, why you never came out?
Where ya clique now? Where you sit now? In the back seat
Mad 'cuz I flip styles and I pack heat
Make you run laps like a pro athlete an' I done that

From my experiences, I appear relentless
Take more time just to hear my sentence
I'ma tell you what's real
An' what could stop you from makin' a mil
You could prevent this

When niggas don't see eye to eye to you
Lie to you, wanna get high wit you
Want to eat food off of your labor
And take food off your table

'Cuz they don't see your vision
Don't understand your mission
Is to make history, while you here
How long you plan on livin'?

Not for forever, at least to 140
Pray for me, I'm tryin' to eat
Like the niggas who bought
Motown on Berry Gordy
Good God

Nigga, I'm tired of games
I'm into big things
Gotta get my life together man
'Cuz now, I'm into big things

Now, the talk is small talk
'Cuz now I'm into big things
I'm into big things
The big things, the big things

Man, we already did that
Now, I'm into big things
No time to get sidetracked
Now, I'm into big things

Get money now besides that
Some more big things
I'm into big things
The big things, the big things

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Clubbin' (Remix) - Lyrics - MH - Marques Houston

Title: Clubbin' (Remix)
Album: MH
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Joseph Anthony Budden, Robert S Kelly

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Lyric:
Woo, come on, uh huh
Come on, it's the Piper
Come on, Marques

You know we be up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts

I'm dancin' with a nice honey and her friend
One on the back and one on the front
Shakin' it up, shakin' it up
Mami don't break it
Takin' it down, takin' it down
I love the way you snake it

You got the best of me
Doing what you're doing
Up in the V.I.P., doing what you're doing
Girl, I'm 'bout to buy you anything you want
Get you in the coupe and take your pretty ass home
Last call for alcohol, you know how we do, yeah

You know we be up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts
You know we be up in the club like, oh

I pull up on dubbs, hop up out the whip
Then I'm into the club, honies on each side
And I'm on my cellular talkin' to this chick
Got a taste for thugs, sometimes pimpin' is tough

White tees, throwback Jacob on my wrist
Super star, world wide, it is what it is
Threw a party at my crib
Lasted after, till 6 in the morning
Drinks and laughter

Uh oh, uh oh
Yeah, it's a fire, mama's getting naughty
Got a sexy body like, uh oh, uh oh
Being erotic, 'bout to wild this place out
You know how we do it up in the club

Up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts

You know we be up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts

Mami, you want to holla
I can spot you out the corner of your eye
That tell you wanna ride
You lookin' at papi like, uhh
Wanna hold hands, no amp, no man, Joe can
But you and your friend can both get rammed like, uhh

You's a private dancer
Low riders, when she walk pulling her pants up
It's all good baby, you know where I'm at, right
In case you need me to come put it on your backside
Only if you act right

Damn it, you doing it, doing what you're doing
You're doing it to me, I picture you doing it to me like, uhh
I only came out because I'm here to find ya
After the bar's last call, we at the nearest dinner

We be Nextel taggin', SL waggon
You grabbin' the whip, just off of that XL Magnum
Damn it, you're doing it, you and your friend
Next weekend if you're lucky we can do it again, like uhh

Up in the club, up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts

You know we be, up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts

MH and Pied Piper
This is the MH and pied piper

MH, Pied Piper, Joe Buddens, TUG
Platinum Status, Chris Stokes
I see you baby, holla

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Clubbin' - Lyrics - MH - Marques Houston

Title: Clubbin'
Album: MH
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Joseph Anthony Budden, Robert S Kelly

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Lyric:
Woo, come on, uh huh
Come on, it's the Piper
Come on, Marques

You know we be up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts

I'm dancin' with a nice honey and her friend
One on the back and one on the front
Shakin' it up, shakin' it up
Mami don't break it
Takin' it down, takin' it down
I love the way you snake it

You got the best of me
Doing what you're doing
Up in the V.I.P., doing what you're doing
Girl, I'm 'bout to buy you anything you want
Get you in the coupe and take your pretty ass home
Last call for alcohol, you know how we do, yeah

You know we be up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts
You know we be up in the club like, oh

I pull up on dubbs, hop up out the whip
Then I'm into the club, honies on each side
And I'm on my cellular talkin' to this chick
Got a taste for thugs, sometimes pimpin' is tough

White tees, throwback Jacob on my wrist
Super star, world wide, it is what it is
Threw a party at my crib
Lasted after, till 6 in the morning
Drinks and laughter

Uh oh, uh oh
Yeah, it's a fire, mama's getting naughty
Got a sexy body like, uh oh, uh oh
Being erotic, 'bout to wild this place out
You know how we do it up in the club

Up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts

You know we be up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts

Mami, you want to holla
I can spot you out the corner of your eye
That tell you wanna ride
You lookin' at papi like, uhh
Wanna hold hands, no amp, no man, Joe can
But you and your friend can both get rammed like, uhh

You's a private dancer
Low riders, when she walk pulling her pants up
It's all good baby, you know where I'm at, right
In case you need me to come put it on your backside
Only if you act right

Damn it, you doing it, doing what you're doing
You're doing it to me, I picture you doing it to me like, uhh
I only came out because I'm here to find ya
After the bar's last call, we at the nearest dinner

We be Nextel taggin', SL waggon
You grabbin' the whip, just off of that XL Magnum
Damn it, you're doing it, you and your friend
Next weekend if you're lucky we can do it again, like uhh

Up in the club, up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts

You know we be, up in the club
Where we do things like, throw our hands up
All kinds of drinks are off in the cups
All of my thugs, honies showin' love
DJ's playin' the cuts

MH and Pied Piper
This is the MH and pied piper

MH, Pied Piper, Joe Buddens, TUG
Platinum Status, Chris Stokes
I see you baby, holla

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Bounce With Me - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Bounce With Me
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
I fuck with them junkies, killers and car jackers
Niggas who stalk niggas with work and kidnap 'em
Them ballers with T's, stunnas and head bustas
Niggas who pimp platinum Benzes and bubble-eye Hummers

If you're ballin', then ball you're shinin', keep shinin'
You're grindin' at the top when you get out, man, keep grindin'
See me, B.G., original H.B.
Was taught comin' up motherfuck the police

I keep it real with the real, that's all I know, nigga
Comin' up 'round my way you couldn't be a ho, nigga
Ask Baby and Slim, they saw B.G. grow, nigga
They witnessed me slingin' that llello, my nigga

Had work and I knew it, I come in your door, nigga
Tie your family up, they all got on the floor, nigga
By all means, whatever it takes to get green
I do 'cause I wanna bling, I wanna bling bling

I got to bounce, nigga
Bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

Bounce, nigga, bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

I'm on probation, got me, I can't smoke no blunts
A dirty urine 'll have me baggin' up thirty-six months
Just touched down, so I gots to lay low and be cool
But I keep that heat with me because these niggas is fools

I do this for my street niggas, my thugged out
Go and drop off a ki niggas, stackin' that cheese niggas
Straight 'bout beef niggas
Dressin' in black shootin' up the whole street niggas

This is for my niggas
I ain't nothin' but a lil' young Cash Money thug
Only thing I was taught comin' up was guns and drugs
So my thoughts is fucked up, I'm on some other shit

Like if I can't get you I kidnap your mother shit
Or duct tape your brother shit, and turn yourself in
Turn on the weed eater and swept him 'til I get my N's
I've been affiliated with killers all my life
That's how I am 'cause all my role models weren't right, so

I got to bounce, nigga
Bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

Bounce, nigga, bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

It's on if it's on, I'll ride or die, don't give a fuck
Drama, I love it, I'm trigga happy, can't get enough
The streets is my home, that's all I know
I hustle to beat ya outshinin', drive off the showroom floor

Baby, Beatrice, my nigga, Bryan and Bubba
Taught me how to rep taught me how to be a lil' stunna
He told me don't worry 'bout nothin', get my grind on
Let my paper stack, let it be known I got my grind on

Gotta have platinum chain, platinum watch, platinum ring
It's the year 2G, a nigga like me gotta have things
Ain't no nigga gon' cross me 'cause I'm made
No busta gon' stop my bounce or attempt to stop my bling

If you really try me then I bring out my choppy
'Cause I know if I hold 'em right then that nigga got me
From the east, to the west, up north, and down south, nigga
Got twenty 'round your neck, poke your chest out and bounce, nigga

From the east, to the west, up north, and down south, nigga
Got twenties on your whip, poke your chest out and bounce, nigga
From the east, the west, up north, and down south, nigga
Got twenty on your wrist, throw your hand out and bounce, nigga

I got to bounce, nigga
Bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

Bounce, nigga, bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

Bounce, nigga, bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

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Never Give Up On A Good Thing - Lyrics - George Benson

Title: Never Give Up On A Good Thing
Artist: George Benson
Composer(s): Michael Garvin, Tom Shapiro

Lyric:
Never give up on a good thing
Remember what makes you happy
Never give up on a good thing
If love is what you got, you've got a lot

Money's tight, he's workin' every night
It ain't easy to keep the flame alive
And when he finally comes home to you
He's just too tired to do the things you want to

You can't help but wonder to yourself
How would it be with someone else
Just keep in mind, every storm ends in time
Love is forever, stay together

Stay together when you got something real
Love forever that you may never feel again

Never give up on a good thing
Remember what makes you happy
Never give up on a good thing
If love is what you got, you've got a lot

Now you're the man, you've got to understand
She don't mean to make a scene
Like you, she feels all the weight you're under
And when she breaks, is it any wonder

I know sometimes it crosses your mind
To get on out and stay hard to find
Before you try, you'd better look in her eyes
Love is forever, stay together

Stay together you've got something real
Love forever that you may never feel again

You've got a lot stay together
Love forever you've got something real
That you may never feel again

Never give up on a good thing
Remember what makes you happy
Never give up on a good thing
If love is what you got, you've got a lot

Don't give up your good thing
Don't give it up, oh don't
Don't give up your good thing
Please don't, oh don't
Don't live it up, don't give it up

Never give up on a good thing
Remember what makes you happy
Never give up on a good thing
If love is what you got, you've got a lot

Never give up on a good thing
Remember what makes you happy
Never give up on a good thing
If love is what you got, you've got a lot

Never give up on a good thing
Remember what makes you happy
Never give up on a good thing

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Heat It Up - Lyrics - The Charm - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Heat It Up
Album: The Charm
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Anderson Soloman, Warren Anderson Mathis, Michael Antoine Crooms

Lyric:
Heat it up when this shit drop
Heat it up when this shit drop
Bubba Sparxxx, Collipark

Heat it up when this shit drop in them big spots
Where the players let them bottles pop
See the steam on her back when her hips pop
She get it real hot, so heat it up girl

Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there

What it is, how are things
My phone was on silent for a minute now it rings
If you too cool, then I'm too cool
Let's not boo-who, let's just do what we do

Movin' on, new song, new loan
Sometimes you can move right and still do wrong
Ain't nothin' fancy, just line up and run it
By the time you've finished talkin' 'bout it, I'll be done done it

Collipark, Bubba Sparxxx
Do the Ying-Yang thang or anything, I'm just a star
Ms. New Booty, thank you ma'am
Bottom broad brought me back, dawg this money changing hands

A lot this way, a little that away
Earn Sunday through Friday, spend on Saturday
Yeah that's the play, get it up and keep it up there
Heat it up slow, let him quickly beat it up, yeah

Heat it up when this shit drop in them big spots
Where the players let them bottles pop
See the steam on her back when her hips pop
She get it real hot, so heat it up girl

Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there

What it is? Tell me the good news
I got a tool in my draws that you should use
Give that thang a good bruise, beat it on up
Girl you've been misused, heat it on up

I'm gone show you, what it was made for
Actin' like you scared and unprepared, but you ain't though
Grab your ankles, yeah that's the angle
I'm gone make a stank hoe of daddy's little angel

I'm at the condo, with General Patton
Losers make excuses, winners make it happen
We can pull the rides out, give you somethin' to cry about
Give you somethin' to lie about, inspiration while you pout

We can pull the broads out, in a straight line
Yours ain't fine fuck it, here, take mines
Dude you way behind, get on Bubba K. time
I'm light years ahead, have a light beer instead, yeah

Heat it up when this shit drop in them big spots
Where the players let them bottles pop
See the steam on her back when her hips pop
She get it real hot, so heat it up girl

Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there

Heat it up when this shit drop in them big spots
Where the players let them bottles pop
See the steam on her back when her hips pop
She get it real hot, so heat it up girl

Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there

There, there
There, there
There, there
...

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Back Up - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: Back Up
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): Jeffrey B Atkins, Jermaine Dupri, Shawntae Harris, Carlton Lewis Jr Lowe

Lyric:
This a test
(Bounce)
Uh, uh, uh-oh this ain?t no test
(Bounce)
Uh, uh, uh-oh it?s the real shit
(Bounce)
Uh, uh, uh-oh
(Bounce)
Uh, uh, uh-oh
Yeah
(Bounce)
Uh, uh, uh-oh
(Bounce)
Uh-oh
(Bounce)

If you can feel it in your back
(Baby)
It's the sounds of the motherfuckin' brat
(Baby)
In the corner passing blunts, sippin' yack
(Baby)
And if you must play the game
Then gamble the stake's raised
Take baby to Vegas I need the paper
My flesh burnin'
Niggas got me under surveillance their necks turnin'
I'm an international playa, close observation

The best policy is to stay in y'all faces
The bad seed, I get niggas like I breath it's easy
Been through niggas lyin' and cheatin' with bitches that's sleazy
None of it's worth repeatin'
If you flash money, spend that money or you can beat it
I'ma star now, so it wasn't really shit for me to get shot down
Spit illicit, unrestricted game, I'm independent
Open the door to the bank but G's spent this

If you out here doin' things
(Doin? doin? thangs)
You're a honey getting money
Playin' all of these fellas like dummies
Make all the right moves when it comes to the game
(Tell them they better back up)
(Playa, playa back up)
If you out here doing things
(Doin? doin? thangs)
You're a playa getting money
Spending none on none of these hoes
Make all the right moves when it comes to the game
(Tell ?em they better back up)
(Shorty, Shorty back up)

For the first time I can see my lifeline
And you're ahead of me
Thank God hard to imagine me
But Lord why me?
I'm the bad spirit that tortures the souls of the nearest
Untouched pussy, what'chu want with me?
Been through lesbianage, menage et trois
Been even synonymous to hoes that floss and trick their dough

If you livin' it, my life
You live it as limited
'Cause too many worlds collide the killer degenerate
I'll die in it
As long as I keep my guns burn
And brat pushin' the verge
And the crack isn't German
Listen ja bring the heat catching niggas on their third wind
We supply the pressure

Shit it'll never end try to get out
But baby you're locked in
My world sip Hen and suffer from sin
I'm sickening like heroin
Ja rule the veteran, true with you
But baby girl if you

If you out here doin' things
You're a honey getting money
Playin' all of these fellas like dummies
Make all the right moves when it comes to the game
(Tell them they better back up)
(Playa, playa back up)
If you out here doin' things
(Doin? doin? thangs)
You're a playa getting money
Spending none on none of these hoes
Make all the right moves when it comes to the game
(Tell ?em they better back up)
(Shorty, Shorty back up)

A girl like me need a lot
So I proceed to plot
And continue to add pieces to the rock collection that I got
Shine on y'all light up the whole block
I'm causing on ja

Shit on a nigga like me you need a lot
Coming with game, what'chu got
It's murda, if you don't get shot
I clicky-clack on those pot post up on niggas
Fuck y'all bitches

Shit fuck y'all niggas, you can't live without pussy
Be disrespectful and get no more nookie
Most of these hoes check y'all 'cause niggas ain't shit

Y'all dismissed and y'all know
Bitches ain't shit
But live with it if the dick don't fit

Get it or quit it
And acquaint Shaunte with your money
I gotta get

If you out here doin' things
You're a honey getting money
Playin' all of these fellas like dummies
Make all the right moves when it comes to the game
(Tell them they better back up)
(Playa, playa back up)
If you out here doin' things
(Doin? doin? thangs)
You're a playa getting money
Spending none on none of these hoes
Make all the right moves when it comes to the game
(Tell ?em they better back up)
(Shorty, Shorty back up)

If you out here doin' things
You're a honey getting money
Playin' all of these fellas like dummies
Make all the right moves when it comes to the game
(Tell them they better back up)
(Playa, playa back up)
If you out here doin' things
(Doin? doin? thangs)
You're a playa getting money
Spending none on none of these hoes
Make all the right moves when it comes to the game
(Tell ?em they better back up)
(Shorty, shorty back up)

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