We Can Get Through This - Lyrics - Kevin Sharp

Title: We Can Get Through This
Artist: Kevin Sharp
Composer(s): Jeffrey Steele, Kim Carnes

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Lyric:
A simple disagreement over something so small
That's how it always starts it ain't no one's fault
We both had to be right that's when it all went wrong
Making something out of nothing when we should have been holding on

But we can get through this, we can ride it out
Love's what we're about, we've been deeper down
This is shallow water baby
We've been up that hill, it ain't no big deal
Ain't no easy fix, but we can get through this

Get out of that rain, baby come inside
We're gonna kiss and make up if it takes all night
Let a little misunderstanding turn into a great big war
Talk about quitting we're forgetting what it really is, that we're fighting for

We can get through this, we can ride it out
Love's what we're about, we've been deeper down
This is shallow water baby
We've been up that hill, it ain't no big deal
Ain't no easy fix, but we can get through this

A little more forgiveness, tenderness alright

We can get through this
This is shallow water baby
We've been up that hill, it ain't no big deal
Ain't no easy fix, but we can get through this

We can ride it out, love's what we're about
We've been deeper down, this is shallow water baby
We've been up that hill, it ain't no big deal
Ain't no easy fix, we can get through this

We can ride it out, love's what we're about
We've been deeper down, we can get through this
We've been up that hill, it ain't no big deal
Ain't no easy fix, but we can get through this

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Built This City - Lyrics - Diplomatic Immunity - Diplomats

Title: Built This City
Album: Diplomatic Immunity
Artist: Diplomats
Composer(s): Cameron Giles, L James, Joseph A. Jones, Dennis Lambert, Martin George Page, Justin Gregory Smith, Bernie Taupin, Peter Wolf

Lyric:
We built this city, we built this city
We built this city, we built this city on rock

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

Ay yo, my dipset Taliban
We on these streets like the wars on them streets of Afghanistan
Better yet of Pakistan to America, Harlem's our cater
Any problems I spray her that can startle the mayor

But in this 50-block radius let's get the rock and shave the shit
Or get the glock and blaze the shit
Bitches get the cock and savor it
They say Jim Jones the capo my favorite

'Cause some of this shit my city wasn't built up over
Drugs and money, some shit you get killed up over
Slumped on your wheel, straight tilt it over
Trust me dogs, I seen it in peril, niggaz wasted and painted
And seen on the mural
(That's Harlem)

In this apple of mine is rhyme, clap up your shines
Pop shots that will crack up your minds
And cop rocks and cook that crack up to dimes
New York City, the capital of crime

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

Now once again it's Santana the Great
I built this city on hammers and weight
Gasoline, rope, bandannas and tape
Lots of fiends, lots of coke being handed away

You know, the usual
Shut 'em down, set up show, how we usually do
Cut 'em down, hit the block man, we moving through
Diplomats is the strongest force

On and off the court we ballers more than sports
We built this city from ground zero
To spitting the pound zero, brown pistol
At ya get down kicka, yeah, this is from the ground up nigga

So get your weight and your pounds up nigga
'Cause when it's beef my homies mound up quicker
Fit the pound much quicker, lay you down much quicker
You never been approached by Golden Eagles
Vultures that will scope and feed you, no court just leave you
Shit you know

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

It's like what I wouldn't do for a buck
My enemies can't rest in peace Jones, you see they funerals up
New gangstas in the city bitch, ring the alarm
All y'all hoes bow down, kiss the ring of a don

It's about to get real big playa, humongous
Stacked money so long 'til it grew fungus
We was gon' let you live 'til you threw punches
Now we got to get critical and we got to get rid of you

And we the most talked about, the most popular
We live by the codes, we the Dipset mafia
You never know who's watching ya
You never know who's plotting to pop at ya

We focused like a pair of binoculars
I'm 'bout to get gritty
M-5 CLK's garage look like Alphabet City
And I'm a hustler, I put cracks in communities

Cops can't touch me, got Diplomatic Immunity
Now try I'm guaranteed a million shipped in scam
If not, back to the block, ship some grams

If not, get with Cam, I got clips to lift a van, flip a van
Shit, they can kick the can
This cat think he sling 'cause he got a pinky ring
Rinky-dink diamonds, they don't even make your pinky bling

(We built this city)
And now I'm about to kill this city
(We built this city)
Cradle to 50, yeah I'm acting real seditty

(We built this city)
'Cause I collect mils and fifties
For real it's pretty and y'all gonna feel the pity
(We built this city on rock)
Dipset Bitch

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

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We Can'T Win - Lyrics - Az

Title: We Can'T Win
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony Cruz, Amar Wilkins

Lyric:
Yo God, through the knowledge, God, it's like this
This world is rude and controlled by society
That exists with the societies, that exists, with the societies, God
You understand?
These secret societies is maneuvering
Within society to control society
That's why society is outta control
33rd and one third, I heard the illuminated ones, huh

The last days we're facin', that's the case when the emancipation
Proclamation decays, back to the plantation
The government plottin' a nuclear detonation
Destroyin' vegetation, water, the newer order means starvation
The I on the dollar symbolize illumination
Of society, secretly overseein' population
Understand it, the government plans to enslave the planet
I'm trapped in a faze, thinkin' of ways, can it

Happen? 85 percent of the population nappin'
Prayin' in churches, catchin' the holy ghost clappin'
Across the border travellin', I found the Nile across the water
Teachin' my peoples the age of the newer order
Twenty five to click blood line, we toast off wine
Snap clips in 9's, with minds more advanced than Einstein
And Murman, knock down walls like Berlin
Take it out, we can't get in, we can't win

We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out

See I, wrote up a composition, I made a decision
For competition, some invite lifestyles that I be livin'
With tribes I been in, with the little brothers that's sinnin'
So I started to vision, crack fiends formin'
On collision, my mind is in that position for soul fishin'
My only dream was to be a musician
Better yet a mortician, that's the life condition
'Cos everybody knows they gonna die, crackers they analyze

[Incomprehensible] plus I feels the vibe, mother cries
Plenty mothers that tries, now that she knows her son's gonna die
Take a trip, pass the lye, now ease
The mind escape from the crimes of New York times
'Cos I'm one of the brothers who made it throughout the others
The rotten apple's tryin' to break loose from these shackles
No doubt, I follow routes, guzzlin' Hennessey, mixed with style
In this ghetto, we can't get out, we can't win

We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out

Nothin' can stop the nation, elevation, daily operation
Since man creation, we increase the population
Proper education, got us tappin' in information
Preventin from gettin' locked under top-secret investigation
Guiliani's part of Illuminati
A million minds in one body designed to decline society
They wanna lease 1.2 billion deceased
While the rest is left with the mark of the beast on their domepiece

Prepare, the signs of the times now are near
That I'll wake scare, findin' Zaire, soon be here
So tune your ears, and be saved from a slave
'Cos in a matter of days I'm-a E-Q your brainwaves
AZ the visualiza is wise as Elijah
Here to advise ya, and bring out the realness that's up inside ya
Intoxication, my voice box rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the doe or die situation

We can't win
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out

We can't win
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out

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Why Cant We Get Along - Lyrics - Pleasure & Pain - 112

Title: Why Cant We Get Along
Album: Pleasure & Pain
Artist: 112
Composer(s): Kenneth Fambro, Quinnes Parker, Bryan Michael Cox, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
Is it me
Who'll never compromise
Wanna see things through my eyes
Which means it's my way

Or is it you
Who's always shutting down
Never wanting to talk about
The problems we got

Or is it we
To blame for all that's going down
We say that I love you but we can't work it out
It's making us not want to stay around
We need to sit down and ask ourselves

Why can't we, why can't we
Why can't we get along
When we know we can't be away
From each other for long
Why can't we
Why can't we get along
When at the end of the day
We know we gotta come home

Why can't we, why can't we
Why can't we get along
When we know we can't be away
From each other for long
Why can't we
Why can't we get along
When at the end of the day
We know we gotta come home

Tell me, tell me, tell me
Why can't I look at you
And see your point of view
And take the backseat

Is it true?
That I'm so unreasonable
And I don't know how to love
Even though God sent to me you

Or is it we to blame for all that's going down
We say that I love you but we can't work it out
It's making us not want to stay around
We need to sit down and ask ourselves

Why can't we, why can't we
Why can't we get along
When we know we can't be away
From each other for long
Why can't we
Why can't we get along
When at the end of the day
We know we gotta come home

Why can't we, why can't we
Why can't we get along
When we know we can't be away
From each other for long
Why can't we
Why can't we get along
When at the end of the day
We know we gotta come home

I just can't sit and watch us
Go at each other this way
'Cause you know like I know
We're better than this
Girl you know we're better than this

Girl I've tried everything in a hopeless way
To be more than just your man
'Cause you deserve the best
Together we're the best
And we just can't throw it away

Why can't we, why can't we
Why can't we get along
When we know we can't be away
From each other for long
Why can't we
Why can't we get along
When at the end of the day
We know we gotta come home

Why can't we, why can't we
Why can't we get along
When we know we can't be away
From each other for long
Why can't we
Why can't we get along
When at the end of the day
We know we gotta come home

I love you and I know you love me
Oh why can't we get along
When we both know that this is home

Why can't we, why can't we
Why can't we get along
When we know we can't be away
From each other for long
Why can't we
Why can't we get along
When at the end of the day
We know we gotta come home

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Kwon - Get Xxx'D - Lyrics - J

Title: Kwon - Get Xxx'D
Artist: J
Composer(s): Joe A (Track Boyz) Kent, Jerrell C Jones, Mark A (Track Williams, Moses Iii Barrett, Ebony Williams

Lyric:
Trek boys, you heard the name
J-Kwon, you ain't seen me in a minute
Petey Pablo, we're gettin' XXX'd man
Ebony Eyes, y'all ready?

I'ma run while gettin' front
It's 'cuz you?re gettin' none
Here the cop, they hit a nun
It's all with a gun

What is done is what is done
It's all for the fun
Somebody said cut off they head
It's already done

Now I'm clap wit mini straps including mini matched
Wit a bat, my clips on, I'm bangin' wit that
Where it's at what it's at, don't worry ?bout that
You?re a soldier, where a soldier relate to that

Now I'm marching down the ally, in a rally
Some meany motherfuckers they try, we need a tally
Now we, put it in mind and then we outty
Rowdy, they step on a bomb, the bomb outty

Doubt me, I start to shoot up your Denali
Try Kwon, here give a bomb to your family
Met your family in a start that you can't see
But yo I'm gon' do it anyway

We can take it thurr
(We can take it thurr)
We can handle that
(We can handle that)
We can take it thurr
(We can take it thurr)
We can handle that
(We can handle that)

We can take it thurr
(We can take it thurr)
We can handle that
(We can handle that)
We can take it thurr
(We can take it thurr)
We can handle that
(We can handle that)

West Coast
(Get XXX'd)
East Coast
(Get XXX'd)
Midwest
(Get XXX'd)
Down South
(Get XXX'd)

West Coast
(Get XXX'd)
East Coast
(Get XXX'd)
Midwest
(Get XXX'd)
Down South
(Get XXX'd)

Come take a ride as we roll to the ghetto
But keep your feet on the pedal
'Cuz it could get pretty extreme in the ghetto

Triple X level, no holds barred
We got hood cap and lieutenants, and project sergeants
Capable of pullin' your car, bombin' your car
Grenades through your window, this is all our war

Take the main road here where we go, every time we roll
Family transportin', guns stashed in truck flow
Real talk dog, I hit real hard
One swing knock a motherfucker block, slam off
(Slam off)

Hit him in the part where he talk from
Naggin' back to momma 'cuz the wires in his jaw
Make it hard for him to tell you something
(Tell you something)
It's sunny now but the storm comin'

Best thing for you to do is try to get prepared for it
(For it)
Find 'em bread, water, milk, couple cans of soup
And a place to go just in case you have to move

We can take it thurr
(We can take it thurr)
We can handle that
(We can handle that)
We can take it thurr
(We can take it thurr)
We can handle that
(We can handle that)

We can take it thurr
(We can take it thurr)
We can handle that
(We can handle that)
We can take it thurr
(We can take it thurr)
We can handle that
(We can handle that)

West Coast
(Get XXX'd)
East Coast
(Get XXX'd)
Midwest
(Get XXX'd)
Down South
(Get XXX'd)

West Coast
(Get XXX'd)
East Coast
(Get XXX'd)
Midwest
(Get XXX'd)
Down South
(Get XXX'd)

Finally, when it comes to the tools
I'm not forgiving the blues
I'll knock another man clean out his shoes
We get the breakin' the rules
Let's get the takin' his jewels
Sit still, trippin', turn his ass into dog food

Who's got he static?
(Huh)
Better bring the plastic
(Uh)
Better automatic
(Punk)
And let him have it
(Chump)

I'm a savage
(What?)
Let me show you magic
(Bra)

Wish I had this and turn your ass sawdust
Partner we lawless, I'm talkin' all us
When it come to handlin' business, durty we flawless
See these revolvers, that?s why they call us
The same reason the police never ain't caught us

I'm on another level
Words from a true rebel
I rock your ass and I ain't talking heavy metal
You?re just a punk and me I'm durt devil
Let's see what's left as soon the the smoke settle

We can take it thurr
(We can take it thurr)
We can handle that
(We can handle that)
We can take it thurr
(We can take it thurr)
We can handle that
(We can handle that)

We can take it thurr
(We can take it thurr)
We can handle that
(We can handle that)
We can take it thurr
(We can take it thurr)
We can handle that
(We can handle that)

West Coast
(Get XXX'd)
East Coast
(Get XXX'd)
Midwest
(Get XXX'd)
Down South
(Get XXX'd)

West Coast
(Get XXX'd)
East Coast
(Get XXX'd)
Midwest
(Get XXX'd)
Down South
(Get XXX'd)

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We Get Around - Lyrics - Freeway

Title: We Get Around
Artist: Freeway
Composer(s): Leslie Pridgen, Calvin Broadus, Justin Smith

Lyric:
Let's get this on, let's get this on

We can get this pimpin'
Roll the dice
We can get this mackin'

From P H I L L Y
All the way to L B C, that be me
The boy F R double the E play with mouths
I will dot your I's, blaze your T's

No, no, I'm not related to R
I don't play with kids, I check ID's
If a chick under the age under the wig
Then she don't get none of the kid makin' her bleed

I'm gone with the breeze, out with the wind
In Miami, tryin' to win two mamis out in the beach
They say I'm frontin' my Spanish, I think you prob'ly
A mulato, papi culo, I spotted you from the beach

She eat I like a melon
Tryin' to ride to my telly, chicks move when the playa speak
Them freaks tryin' to meet the Roc
An' those chicks wasn't shocked when I said

You can get this pimpin', baby, you can get this mackin'
All around the world we do it big, you know what's happenin'
Like the way you work it, baby, so sexy
It's all good, gimme *** on your knees

Can I hit that ***, baby? Yo, you know what's happenin'
Big F R double E, I keep it crackin'
All across the wizzorld, we doin' trizzars
With my *** Dizzogg

I've been all around the wizzorld, I met a lot of gizzurls
Shaniqua, Kanika, Pizzearl, Shizzirl
Look, I can go on an' on
'Cause my game is strong, word is bond

Leave me a zone, no, leave me alone
See, I'm up in the clizzub, bangin' the pizzubs
Tryin' to get some skizzirts 'cause you know how I dizzoes
I'm real this this crippin' 'cause it's all in my blizzood

A lot of suckas wanna get us but can't *** with us
'Cause we some real heavy hitters
'Nuff of that, cuff your ass, stuff your sack an' bounce
Roc-A-Fella's in the *** Dogghouse

So you know, blow for blow, toe for toe
Chauffeur dough, matter of fact we can go
An' I bet you, I beat you
'Cause I keep a bundle of 'em that'll greet you
See you, then freak you

You can get this pimpin', baby, you can get this mackin'
All around the world we do it big, you know what's happenin'
Like the way you work it, baby, so sexy
It's all good, gimme *** on your knees

Can I hit that ***, baby? Yeah, you know what's happenin'
Big Snoopy D O double G, you know I keep it crackin'
All up in your hizzoes, do it the G way
With my ***, Freeway

After the show, take them chickens to my room
Makin' the moves, smellin' the fumes, sparkin' the
She gotta roll after I'm done hittin' her off
Man, I smash with my kicks off, live on the road

I get around, Free stay round the coochie
I come around an' round, up all the groupies
Me an' Snoopy swerve in a Coupe DeVille
Pick up a couple chicks an' we get the dough

Watch, I show y'all chumps how to work the skills
Man, the heat go
Then I reload
Through your people's peepholes, then I gotta roll

From around, free stay round the hood strapped
Come around an' round up all the hood rats
In your town, P wish he could that
Roll up a couple words, tell 'em
Tell the hood that I get around

You can get this pimpin', baby, you can get this mackin'
All around the world we do it big, you know what's happenin'
Like the way you work it, baby, so sexy
It's all good, gimme *** on your knees

Can I hit that ***, baby? Yo, you know what's happenin'
Big F R double E, I keep it crackin'
All across the wizzorld, we doin' trizzars
With my *** Dizzogg

Can I hit that ***, baby? Yeah, you know what's happenin'
Big Snoopy D O double G, you know I keep it crackin'
All up in your hizzoes, do it the G way
With my ***, Freeway

Pimpin', mackin', stackin'
International, roll the dice

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We Can Make It Right - Lyrics - Gametime - Lil' Romeo

Title: We Can Make It Right
Album: Gametime
Artist: Lil' Romeo
Composer(s): Lil' Romeo C Strouse, M Charnin, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
(This for everybody that been through the struggle)
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(Black, white, red or blue)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(We all the same, yeah)

We can make it right for us
(Throw your hands up, put your hands up)
We can make it right for us
(Raise your hands up, throw your hands up)
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(Put your hands up, raise your hands up)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Yeah, okay)

Growin? up in the projects, I had to stick to the script
Every other day another person was hit
We rode buses to school, I followed the rules
First grade, second grade, packed up and we moved

Still had to struggle, my pops gave up his hustle
Got into music, then game started to bubble
My main focus is to study, stay out of trouble
Bad Bubba, look at me now, thanks dad, I love you

Whoever thought that a 12 year old could touch souls
Even hip-hop braids in a row, that?s so cold
I tell my friends, family and all my fans
May God bless everyone on this land

It?s a hard life, but love is love, play your cards right
Reach for the stars, life is trouble, put up a fight
Before you know it, your inner sides start flowin?
We all have a talent, some just don?t know

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Okay)

Hard life is all about sacrifice
It ain?t no limit, I told y?all I?mma be alright
I?m reachin? out to all those who might have lost their sight
It?s never too late, ask the Lord for life

You only got one life, it?s time to do it right
Clean yourself up, take back charge of your life
Do us all a favor and please quit your behavior
Count your blessings ?cause only you and God could save ya

To the people, when the World Trade hit the floor
And all the soldiers in the Pentagon, God bless all y?all
To the families and all the loved ones lost
To the heroes in Pittsburg, you took it by far

The world state y?all, yeah, we took ?em head on
Your names will live forever, thanks for y?all we live on
Mr. President, nice job, well done
Now ain?t no terrorists gonna spoil the fun

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Okay)

Everybody talkin? lil? lil' this and lil? lil? that
I told y?all before this is bigger than rap
It's too much hatin? goin? on, let us young ones be
Only time will tell, I?m just tryin? to be me

I make music for people to bang in the street
First single 'My baby' number one 10 weeks
I did a show with Michael, yeah, I?m comin? for the title
I?m young, but my dad taught me all about survival

I don?t feed into the negative, I sho? improve what I do
Don?t go for the masses to be true like the Bible
I?ve been here long y?all, I?m part of the cycle
That started so until its big it's washing numbers I do

I?m tryin? to be the next Jay-Z, Nelly and Ja Rule
Put it down like my pops, that?s just the way that I move
It's gotta be another way, live to see another day
Every night I go to bed, I kneel down to the Lord and say

We can make it right for us
(Just remember if you make it right today)
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(It?ll even be better tomorrow)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Throw your hands up, put your hands up, raise your hands up)

We can make it right for us
(Throw your hands up, put your hands up)
We can make it right for us
(Raise your hands up, yeah, okay)
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(Okay okay)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Don?t stop, won?t stop, can?t stop)

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked

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Rotten Apple - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: Rotten Apple
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Curtis James Jackson, Albert Johnson, Christopher Charle Lloyd, Kejuan W. Muchita, Michael J. Clervoix

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Lyric:
Yeah, niggaz it's 2006
And I'm back in this bitch
G-Unit

When I come through I'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the fuck are you?

'Cause I, I got to get it got to get it
And you can roll if you with it
I got to get it got to get it
The world and what's in it

And you can get it you can get it
In a New York minute
I got to get it got to get it

Rap gone get that boy found in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin' he Schwarzenegger
Fools don't take him I took him across the liver
Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from the sizzler

The drama is a part of the story that I'm a give ya
The black mags and back stabs are so familiar
The knapsacks and black bags are full of scrilla
That lame ain't a killa he softer than chinchilla

And I'm a GT see a 4 door wheeler
Matter fact this summer it's 44 4 wheelers
45 on my side shorty ride for his pride
Forty eyes on the prize now I'm energized

Nothin' but shiny shit around the neck n rims
Bitches only come around when ya gettin' record spins
What a way to double up, I'm headin' on my second wind
Rollin' luggage on the jet I ain't gotta check it in

When I come through I'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the fuck are you?

'Cause I, I got to get it got to get it
And you can roll if you with it
I got to get it got to get it
The world and what's in it

And you can get it you can get it
In a New York minute
I got to get it got to get it

This is heroin medicine that morphine flow
My gun go off nigga and everybody know
I hold it down with the pound three hundred and fifty seven ways
Hollow tip graze 'ell put a part through ya waves

Half Christian half killa half man half gorilla
I pop somethin' do a nigga dirty for that scrilla
Now I'm floored D's kick the door, found me on the floor
By my toilet tryna flush that raw, toilet wouldn't flush I'm fucked

Half a brick of yay goin' round and round
Mary J my life I'm goin' down
It sounds like we all came up the same
Nigga I'm for real they just rappin' mane

Find out when the semis come out
I'll blow the engine out ya hemi no doubt
I'm New York cities pharaoh, I'll have you starin'
Down the barrel, you got 'em good, get 'em it's cool, hit 'em

When I come through I'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the fuck are you?

'Cause I, I got to get it got to get it
And you can roll if you with it
I got to get it got to get it
The world and what's in it

And you can get it you can get it
In a New York minute
I got to get it got to get it

You about to get that ass caught up in some shit
We about to show that ass how it get
When the jealousy turn envy n the shit
Turn deadly the innocent gets hit

Pull up in them whips tinted out spittin' out
Hollows and they rip, niggaz apart in the dark
Or it's day time it's good with me
Just cool I brought the whole hood with me

We had a Gabriel right before MTV
So we can g him to give us that chain for cheap
We got David and Jacob for them bracelets and rings
'Cause our verse in the hood makes their names ring

She take a picture with me on B E T
She the new talk of the hood it's P C P
One taste of the stick she hooked like fish
Me banks and have got this shit vice gripped

When I come through I'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the fuck are you?

'Cause I, I got to get it got to get it
And you can roll if you with it
I got to get it got to get it
The world and what's in it

And you can get it you can get it
In a New York minute
I got to get it got to get it

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Do You Wanna Get $? - Lyrics - Harlem World - Mase

Title: Do You Wanna Get $?
Album: Harlem World
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Robert Rans, Peter Brown, Deric Angelettie, Mason Betha, Ron Lawrence

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Lyric:
Uh, uh, come on, uh

It be the same cats that wouldn't listen to my demo
Now, I want they ass in my limo 'cuz now I'm a sex symbol
Intercontinental, L.A. airplay, just like Jay Leno

Now, all the labels out, wanna send a memo
To do a remix y'all, but Mase say N O
Figure once I make it, they'll fake it
And ain't nobody show me love when I was naked

And when he threw my tape in the trash, I laughed
Now, a nigga' tape on blast, I laugh
Figure as days pass, make more cash
And I push everything from E to H-class

Four years ago I couldn't go to a show
I was standin' on the corner sellin' dope for dough
Now, I no longer hope I'll blow, smoke my droll
On a yacht, nigga, fuck a boat that row

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

Yo, the reality of it all, everybody can't ball
If you had currency, you wouldn't be worryin' 'bout me
But see, I could go the whole summer, gold Hummer
But I'd rather go Lex bubble 'cuz it's less trouble

Make my dough and I just stack, no investment
I live off just that
Money, hoes and clothes and shit that I'm best at
But I'm a Bad Boy, so, you gotta expect that

Why do what most do? Do what you 'possed to
Make hot jams y'all, sell bi coastal
If you want a hit you can let me coach you
Money back on anything that got my vocals

This is so true, I do what pros do
'Cuz broke ain't a state that I'm tryin' to go through
Dealers give me credit any place I go to
Drive out in the Benz say, "Let Mase owe you'"

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

See, the moral of the story is
I'm not here to replace Notorious
I'm just a young cat tryin' to do his thing
Harlem World style, pursue my dream 'cuz see

The things that went 3 mil, I didn't even like that
You say you got mad hoes, well, we'll see tonight
Mase be the cat that'll lead you to the light
Messin' with me, shorty, you'll be aight

Stop listen' to all them cats on the block
That tellin' you that Mase don't rock
'Cuz Mase is hot and Mase got a drop and a yacht and a big knot
To move you and your moms off the block

For real though, Mase got real dough
That be in briefcases, cats kill fo'
And since you can't beat us, it's best you join us
'Cuz I know you won't have this hold that's on us

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?

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You Can Get It - Lyrics - B2k

Title: You Can Get It
Artist: B2k
Composer(s): Dreux Frederic, Makeba Riddick, Troy Taylor

Lyric:
Yeah
Aye yo, Troy I got you man, don't trip
B2K
This right here is not a remix
This is not a remix
This is gangsta

She walked through the doors of the club chillin' with her man
Lookin' sexy as hell with the jeans and a matchin' bag
The way she licked her lips, made me wanna go and ask her name
The way she moved them hips, kept starin' at me
Let me know she wanted to play

Shorty is checkin' for me
Shorty got her eyes up on me
We can get down with the quickness
Just say the word and I'm with it so
Mami wanna roll with flava
Take her from her man and save her
Gurl just say the word and I'm wit it, no
And you definitely can get it

She saw me out side about to leave, mommy said "What up?"
Me and my crew sittin' low in the Hummer truck
An' she steps to the driver side sayin' let's bounce
So I'm cool, let's do this, be sure I'm out

Boy don't play games
What you want?
Let's be clear
I'm right here, do your thang
My man just left, so what's next?
Tell me whatcha want from me
Tell me whatcha want from me

Shorty is checkin' for me
Shorty got her eyes up on me
We can get down with the quickness
Just say the word and I'm with it so
Mami wanna roll with flava
Take her from her man and save her
Gurl just say the word and I'm wit it, no
And you definitely can get it

Shorty is checkin' for me
Shorty got her eyes up on me
We can get down with the quickness
Just say the word and I'm with it so
Mami wanna roll with flava
Take her from her man and save her
Gurl just say the word and I'm wit it, no
And you definitely can get it

Yeah mami was a little hottie
And a plus she got a body
Can't nobody knock me
We can get down with a quickness
Just say the word and I'm wit it, fo' sho
I can tell that she was lookin' lookin'
Even though she's tookin' don't think that I wouldn't
Gurl just say the word and I'm wit it, no
And you can definitely get it

This is what I'm trying to tell 'em man
Ya'll close to me, but no cigar
It's ya favorite teen idol, a superstar
Not you 'lil homie, it's 'lil Fizz ya'll
A teen hearthrob band, being the greatest of them all
Gurl all you gotta do is call and I'm wit it
'Cuz the way that booty look you sho can get it
So leave ya man and let's make some plans
Roll with a boy that's hot, but is cool as a fan

Shorty is checkin' for me
Shorty got her eyes up on me
We can get down with the quickness
Just say the word and I'm with it, fo' sho
Mami wanna roll with flava
Take her from her man and save her
Gurl just say the word and I'm wit it, no
And you definitely can get it

Shorty is checkin' for me
Shorty got her eyes up on me
We can can get down with a quickness, fo' sho
Mami wanna roll with flava
Take her from her man and save her
You know, you know
It's goin' down!

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Come On Get Up - Lyrics - All For You - Janet Jackson

Title: Come On Get Up
Album: All For You
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Terry Lewis, Janet Jackson, James Iii Harris, Dana Stinson

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Lyric:
{Jimmy, can you turn the backgrounds up a little bit please? I love this}

Come on get up
Come on get up
Come on get up, baby
Before you make me change my mind
Come on get up, baby
So we can dance all through the night

I feel so free
Could it be the way you're lovin' with me
Between the sheets my mind was tellin' me
Now I see the single life's for me

Never thought I'd be
This crazy for you, baby
Gotta spell on me
It's voodoo
Aww, come and get me off
The way your body moves
It drives me damn baby
Now what I wanna see
If you shake that ass for me so

Come on get up, baby
Before you make me change my mind
Come on get up, baby
So we can dance all through the night

I feel alive and this smile
Because you're on my mind
All the time
Sexually you please
Mentally
I like your style

Never thought I'd be
This crazy for you, baby
Gotta spell on me
It's voodoo
Aww, come and get me off
The way your body moves
It drives me damn baby
Now what I wanna see
If you shake that ass for me so

Come on get up, baby
Before you make me change my mind
Come on get up, baby
So we can dance all through the night
Come on get up, baby
Before you make me change my mind
Come on get up, baby
So we can dance all through the night

Come on get up, baby
Before you make me change my mind
Come on get up, baby
So we can dance all through the night
Come on get up, baby
Before you make me change my mind
Come on get up, baby
So we can dance all through the night

Let me see you shake it all night
Let me see it move it all night
Wanna see you shake it all night
I've got to see you groovin' on all night
Let me see you shake it all night
Let me see it move it all night
See it little babe all night
I have to see it shake it all night

Come on get up, baby
Before you make me change my mind
Come on get up, baby
So we can dance all through the night

{I'm hot in here, jeez
I'm vibrating}

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You'Re So Intricate - Lyrics - Underoath

Title: You'Re So Intricate
Artist: Underoath
Composer(s): Grant Brandell, Spencer Chamberlain, Chris Dudley, Aaron Gillespie, Timothy Mctague, James Smith

Lyric:
Like I said, "Leave your baggage at the back door
I'm leaving you the way I think it should be
We're always pulling into spaces that we can't back out of
Starting fights, we can't talk our way out of them"

How does it feel to be on the recieving end of this one?

This night will swell with us, this night will run with us
This is our last surviving chance, I wanna survive
This night will swell with us, this night will run with us
This is our last surviving chance, I wanna survive

Feast your eyes
(Swell with us)
I don't care

I'll fantasize of being manic
And leaving us behind
In your eyes, you were the one that tried

Acceptance is what holds us here
And you, my dear, are the one I fear, tonight
We'll try just one more time

This is the moment that we all live for
Are you ready? Are you ready?

This night will swell with us, this night will run with us
This is our last surviving chance, I wanna survive
This night will swell with us, this night will run with us
This is our last surviving chance, I wanna survive

Feast your eyes
(Run with us)
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
And I'll never care

I cant see past your waving hand
Just running away again
I can't see past your waving hand
Just running away again

You think so loud, it hurts my ears

I wanna know how to get through this
How to get through this without choking up
I wanna know how to get through this
How to get through this without choking up

I can't feel you, you're so far from me

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Call Me - Lyrics - Street Dreams - Fabolous

Title: Call Me
Album: Street Dreams
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Dwight Myers, S Barnes, John Jackson, J Olivier

Lyric:
See ma, I think you took it
I think you took it wrong like
You got it misunderstood or something
You got it confused

I'm thinking about the one night we had spent together
(I mean, when was this ma?)
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)

Call me
(Na, I don't do this you already knew this
Ma we been through this)
Call me
(Na, I can't do that once I done blew that
Ma, we been through that)

Girl, that was a one night fling
You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling
You kept licking your tongue at me
Knowing how quick that this youngun be
To pull out his dick from his dungarees
Besides, we had enough liquor and jumatries
That both of us woulda got sick or had lung disease
I remember every gesture made
During the escapade in the back of the escalade

When it come to tricks, I have some up my sleeve
But shorty dived in head first and didn't come up to breath
I usually don't get to rag 'em but it's so real
I made the caddy chauffer hop out and get the magnums
We getting close the park of Meridian
She pulling her skirt down and tucking her titties in
I'm walking this biddy in caressing her pretty skin
She say "I love the video that you n' PD in"

I'm thinking about the one night we had spent together
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever

Call me
(Na, I don't do this you already knew this
Ma we been through this)
Call me
(Na, I can't do that once I done blew that, Ma we been through that)

This girl hobby was to slow me down
Got me walking wobbling through the lobby lounge
In the pent house blasting Mob Deep and some Bobby Brown
Do not disturb sign probably woulda not be found
If theres one thing I'm giving her, it gotta be back shots
She screaming like she just won the lottery jack pot
At the same time she jerking and wiggling
Smirking and giggling
'Cuz I'm like dirt when I'm digging in

The way she working and fingering
She must have be a gymnast
'Cuz the positions wasn't hurting her ligaments
Ma I know you got centerfold measurement features
But after a night, it was a pleasure to meet ya
Get ya under and outta where
You aint gotta go home but you gotta get outta here
So write your number on this paper
I might wanna scrape ya next year when I go on tour

Still thinking about the one night we had spent together
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever

Call me
(Na, I don't do this you already knew this, Ma we been through this)
Call me
(Na, I can't do that once I done blew that)

Now I aint seen shorty since the spot last summer
And she still calling and paging
I don't even know how she got my numbers
But I been hiding 'cuz, this girl looking for the kid
Like Bush was searching for Bin Laden
Before I didn't care if she where I be
But now I mean it be scaring me to get yearly therapy
She said her heart broken, it caused her to start smoking
And I was in deep thinking, making her keep drinking

Since Hiedy started stalking me
I had to get body guards to walk with me
If you wanna get fabolous, that's on you, that's on you
Long as you know where they at on you
I'm looking at her ways and reactions
Hoping that this don't turn into a fatal attraction
She screamin' "Fabolous give me one more chance
Fabolous give me one more chance "

I'm thinking about the one night we just spent together
(I mean, when was this ma?)
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)

Call me
(Na, I don't do this you already knew this, Ma we been through this)
(Na, I can't do that once I done blew that
Ma we been through that)

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Z - Do U Wanna Ride - Lyrics - Kingdom Come - Jay

Title: Z - Do U Wanna Ride
Album: Kingdom Come
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, John Legend, Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
This is the operator with a collect call from Emory Jones
To accept the charges, press '1' now

Emory, what up? Told you I ain't too good
With writin' letters and all
I don't even write rhymes, but what I will do
I'ma send you this opus scribed through the airwaves
Vibe with me

I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do u wanna ride with me?
Do u wanna ride with me?

You know why they call 'The Projects' a project
Because it's a project
An experiment, where in it, only it's objects
And the object for us, to explore our prospects
Sidestep cops on the way to the top, yes

As kids we would daydream, sittin' on our steps
Pointin' at cars like, ?Yeah, that's our sex?
Hustlers, prophets made our eyes stretch
Swanson got the spot, *** we started our trek

Some of us made it, most of us digressed
In the name of those who ain't made it my progress
Show success, please live through me
See, I'm the eyes for Emory, keep him alive

This is a collect call, so every time I press '5'
All he wanna hear is his boy talk fly
Up in the fence and still holdin' his head
So when he hits the streets, he gon' eat through this bread
Now let's ride

I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do u wanna ride with me?
Do u wanna ride with me?

International Hov, I told you so
Forty 40's out in Tokyo
Singapore, all this from singin' songs
Comin' up though, we thought slingin' ***

Was the end all be all of bein' rich, didn't we?
Little did I know my mo' potent delivery
Would deliver me, kingpin of the inkpen
Monster of the double entendre, Coke is still my sponsor

Heh, the Cola, yeah
Hova still gettin' it in with soda
Diet, no sir, I ain't lose no weight
Started from the crates, now I'm sittin' on a whole case

Since they got you sittin' on that old case
Our dreams is on hold like Tivo
So I can't wait 'til you get your date
I got some tin plates outside of the gate
We gon' ride

I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do u wanna ride with me?
Do u wanna ride with me?

Now me and my lil' mama, Kita and Tata
Juan and Dez out in San Tropez
Jay round in Gabana, sneakin' m***
You know that Mary J. give you 'No More Drama'

Lost a couple friends this whole *** got weird
When you get home, you know your spot's reserved, ya heard?
I put my *** on, my *** put they *** on
Now we all somewhere fun, chillin' in the sun
I ain't forget you, cousin, hehe

Yeah, *** y'all can wear sneakers
On the beach if you want to
Y'all *** come and c'mon, playin' money marathon
My young'n is LeBron

I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do u wanna ride with me?
Do u wanna ride with me?

Let me get mellow on this *** right here
White paper though
Can't even *** with those ***
White paper, baby, old school ***
Smooth it out, Young H.O., Henry Jones
Word to my momma, we livin'

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Can'T Get It Back - Lyrics - Blaque

Title: Can'T Get It Back
Artist: Blaque
Composer(s): Aubrey A. Gravatt, Jr., Theodore Life, Salaam Remi, Marlon Lu Ree Williams, Hernst Bellevue, Natina Tiawane Reed, Joe Freeman

Lyric:
You get it back
You can't get it back
You get it back
You can't get it back

Verse one, when we begun
You know you had a sister all sprung
With your tongue
I thought you were my babe but no

When we laid
You always knew the right words to say
We got engaged
To be married the very next May

As the time moved on
The love we had got torn
You used to love me from dusk 'til dawn
But now you're trippin' from night 'til morn

Now you want me to change
I'm sick of you playin' these games
I'm tellin' you one thing
You wont get it back
You won't get it back, this ring

Gave you my love and I can't get it back
Gave you all my time and I can't get it back
Now the ring that you gave me, you can't have it back
'Cos it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my time and I can't get it back
Gave you all my love and I can't get it back
Now the things that you gave me, you want them back
But it's just not goin' down like that

You get it back
You can't get it back

Verse two, now were through
Too much time's been wasted on you
But it's cool
Put the glass shoe on another young fool

I accept that you cramped
And you couldn't take the heat
So you stamped, now upset
Don't come back for nothin' that you left

As the time moved on
The love we had got torn
You used to love me from dusk 'til dawn
But now you're trippin' from night 'til morn

Now you want me to change
I'm sick of you playin' these games
I'm tellin' you one thing
That you wont get it back
You won't get it back, this ring

Gave you my love and I can't get it back
Gave you all my time and I can't get it back
Now the ring that you gave me, you can't have it back
'Cos it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my time and I can't get it back
Gave you all my love and I can't get it back
Now the things that you gave me, you want them back
But it's just not goin' down like that

Boy, let me tell you this
Don't you know you can't get back
What you put in this relationship?
That includes this ring
'Cos I know I can't get back
All my kissin', huggin', lovin', [Incomprehensible]

We had a happy environment, I put on this diamond
I gave you my all and even met your requirements
Now you're goin' out, cheatin' and you're comin' up smilin'
You can say what you want but you ain't gettin' this diamond

You ain't gettin' this ring back, you tiptoed
You been livin' a stranger, just keep ya zipped closed
Did you really think that, that you can take me for a ride?
If you knock on my door, you know we're gonna collide

Gave you my love and I can't get it back
Gave you all my time and I can't get it back
Now the ring that you gave me, you can't have it back
'Cos it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my time and I can't get it back
Gave you all my love and I can't get it back
Now the things that you gave me, you want them back
But it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my love and I can't get it back
Gave you all my time and I can't get it back
Now the ring that you gave me, you can't have it back
'Cos it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my time and I can't get it back
Gave you all my love and I can't get it back
Now the things that you gave me, you want them back
But it's just not goin' down like that

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Teeq - Can`t Get It Back - Lyrics - Mis

Title: Teeq - Can`t Get It Back
Artist: Mis
Composer(s): Aubrey A. Gravatt, Jr., Theodore Life, Salaam Remi, Marlon Lu Ree Williams, Hernst Bellevue, Natina Tiawane Reed, Joe Freeman

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Lyric:
You get it back
You can't get it back
You get it back
You can't get it back

Verse one, when we begun
You know you had a sister all sprung
With your tongue
I thought you were my babe but no

When we laid
You always knew the right words to say
We got engaged
To be married the very next May

As the time moved on
The love we had got torn
You used to love me from dusk 'til dawn
But now you're trippin' from night 'til morn

Now you want me to change
I'm sick of you playin' these games
I'm tellin' you one thing
You wont get it back
You won't get it back, this ring

Gave you my love and I can't get it back
Gave you all my time and I can't get it back
Now the ring that you gave me, you can't have it back
'Cos it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my time and I can't get it back
Gave you all my love and I can't get it back
Now the things that you gave me, you want them back
But it's just not goin' down like that

You get it back
You can't get it back

Verse two, now were through
Too much time's been wasted on you
But it's cool
Put the glass shoe on another young fool

I accept that you cramped
And you couldn't take the heat
So you stamped, now upset
Don't come back for nothin' that you left

As the time moved on
The love we had got torn
You used to love me from dusk 'til dawn
But now you're trippin' from night 'til morn

Now you want me to change
I'm sick of you playin' these games
I'm tellin' you one thing
That you wont get it back
You won't get it back, this ring

Gave you my love and I can't get it back
Gave you all my time and I can't get it back
Now the ring that you gave me, you can't have it back
'Cos it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my time and I can't get it back
Gave you all my love and I can't get it back
Now the things that you gave me, you want them back
But it's just not goin' down like that

Boy, let me tell you this
Don't you know you can't get back
What you put in this relationship?
That includes this ring
'Cos I know I can't get back
All my kissin', huggin', lovin', [Incomprehensible]

We had a happy environment, I put on this diamond
I gave you my all and even met your requirements
Now you're goin' out, cheatin' and you're comin' up smilin'
You can say what you want but you ain't gettin' this diamond

You ain't gettin' this ring back, you tiptoed
You been livin' a stranger, just keep ya zipped closed
Did you really think that, that you can take me for a ride?
If you knock on my door, you know we're gonna collide

Gave you my love and I can't get it back
Gave you all my time and I can't get it back
Now the ring that you gave me, you can't have it back
'Cos it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my time and I can't get it back
Gave you all my love and I can't get it back
Now the things that you gave me, you want them back
But it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my love and I can't get it back
Gave you all my time and I can't get it back
Now the ring that you gave me, you can't have it back
'Cos it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my time and I can't get it back
Gave you all my love and I can't get it back
Now the things that you gave me, you want them back
But it's just not goin' down like that

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