Nothing Special - Lyrics - As Good As Dead - Local H

Title: Nothing Special
Album: As Good As Dead
Artist: Local H
Composer(s): Lucas Daniel

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Lyric:
A one-trick pony in a one-horse town
You're feeling lonely and the cable's down
You feel like the only freak in this town
What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with me?

We've got a life of scratching tickets
At the local gas and stop
So suck another whippit
And hear the brain cells pop

I know I'm nothing special
And I know I'm nothing great
I know I'm nothing different
But I just don't feel the same

What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?

Can you feel the radiation?
Dragging your sister down
You won't feel the alienation
And you'll never leave this town

I know I'm nothing special
And I know I'm nothing great
I know I'm nothing different
But I just don't feel the same

What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?

Well I could be happy with less I guess
If they tell me that less is more
Set a place for me at the table
I won't be hungry anymore

I know I'm nothing special
And I know I'm nothing great
I know I'm nothing different
But I just don't feel the same

What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?

What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
What's wrong? What's wrong?
What's wrong? What's wrong with me?

With me, with me, with me

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Burn - Lyrics - Infamy - Mobb Deep

Title: Burn
Album: Infamy
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Tajuan Perry, L Raynor, Albert Johnson

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Lyric:
It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin' is infinity
Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey
I'm so on the low, it'd take a Navy Seal to get me when I surface
If not chips to Benz is the purpose

On your team, I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin'
'Til my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workin'
Niggas never learnin' that they eyes keep lurkin'
Have ya janitor pumpin' your X5 merkin'

Skid marks the street, your heart skips a beat
Beef? Nigga, overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood, permanent ink

Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em
Gotta think like that 'coz forever I be needin' 'em
Plan flawless, mistakes, never repeatin' 'em
Some love, some hate me, bitches in the head beatin' 'em
(So)

Niggas wanna ride by the crib all slow
(Oh)
We clap, motherfucker, want a real rap show?
Fiends are rushin' when the mack blow, dead in my castle
And in the blink, watch how quick life pass you

What's wrong with motherfuckers, when will the ever learn?
Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned
Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of

What's wrong with motherfuckers, when will the ever learn?
Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned
Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of

Lemme tell you how it's goin' down, it's on now
Niggas used to love me, now they wanna hate me now
I'm that same nigga with the tech, holdin' the spot down
Except I'm pushin' a Lex, lettin' the top down

But wait, you don't think I live a pop life now
That's hate, you could get popped right now
Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way
'Coz I'm a fuckin' drama king like my nigga Kayslay

Sex, drugs, money and murder all day
It's rules, guidelines and codes, we obey
Don't even trip, I.M.D., it's that I claim
Infamous Mobb Deep, nigga, ready to bang

Nigga don't think, shit stink, then shit hit the fans
So I don't slip, I'ma shit with my gun in my hand
It's a thug thing, y'all niggas wouldn't understand and
Y'all keep guns, we keep our shit bangin'

What's wrong with motherfuckers, when will the ever learn?
Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned
Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of

You a bitch ass nigga, I had you kill't
All they had was your picture at the funeral
No casket, you bastards be missin'
My jewels, my whip, my rims, we bitchin'

My guns be the heat that'll make you blister
My mens, my Timbs'll stomp you niggas
No shit, no clip, don't fuck with us
It's no problem, I bring it to the best of them

From the old to the new and the rest of them
No love, just slugs for ya body, dunn
Just pain, just sufferin' and worst then that
You let me get my hands on you, so I'm takin' advantage

And that shit that you pulled ain't do me no damage
You don't know me but we 'bout to change that shit
Wrap that nigga up like a package
Fuck all them, nigga, buck all them fagots

What's wrong with motherfuckers, when will the ever learn?
Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned
Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of

What's wrong with motherfuckers, when will the ever learn?
Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned
Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of

Yeah, QB, Mobb Deep, dola
(Yeah)
It's goin' down, we're takin' over
Vita, gettin' this dough
We don't call it Murder for nothin'
(Murda, Murda, Murda)

I'll send you on, Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc
Yeah, y'all see us, it ain't a game, yeah
Oh, come on, yeah, you see us

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Wanna Be Loved - Lyrics - Supernatural - Dc Talk

Title: Wanna Be Loved
Album: Supernatural
Artist: Dc Talk
Composer(s): Kevin Max, Toby Mckeehan, Michael Tait, Mark Heimermann

Lyric:
We all wanna be loved, yeah, we all want just a little respect
We all wanna be loved, tell me what's wrong with that
Oh, somebody tell me

A rainy Monday afternoon, there's a funk over the city
Everybody's movin' to a different tune, some are weak
And some are strong and some are sittin' pretty
And then there's others who are barely hanging on

It's no easy situation, people living in their
Separate worlds but one thing we got in common is

We all wanna be loved, we all want just a little respect
We all wanna be loved, tell me what's wrong with that

I've never heard a dying soul, wish that he had taken
More time on his portfolio, I swear I've never heard
A mama say, "Should've never had that baby"
As a doctor holds her newborn on display

It's the heavenly prescription, a little bit will go a long
Long way, just put yourself in their position, don't

We all wanna be loved, we all want just a little respect
We all wanna be loved, tell me what's wrong with that
We all wanna be loved, we all want just a little respect
We all wanna be loved, tell me what's wrong with that

Ah yeah, now this is what I call a party, party people
Everywhere, [unverified], look to my left, there go my boys
Hold up fellows, hold up, wait, hold up fellows, faith and hope
Are worth a mention but love is holding it's position

We all wanna be loved, we all want just a little respect
We all wanna be loved, tell me what's wrong with that

Love is a thing that we all crave, let's get it straight

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Fell Out - Lyrics - Bleach

Title: Fell Out
Artist: Bleach
Composer(s): Samuel Barnhart, David Baysinger, Jared Ryan Byers, Milam Lloyd Byers, Jerry Charles Morrison

Lyric:
What's wrong with me, I just been layin' around
Wishin' it'd be like it was before I fell out
Now is there any chance, that I can find romance
Like we had back then, oh I want it again

You said, you'd hold on to me
You always wanted for it to be oh, oh
You said, you'd never let go
So now I want you to know, that I can't stand it
I am sorry, I know I walked out on you

What's wrong with me, I just can't figure it out
No motivation to change it since I fell out
So is there any chance
That I can make amends for what I've become

I know you are the one that said you'd hold on to me
You always wanted for it to be oh, oh
You never ever let go
So now I want you to know, that I can't stand it
I am sorry, I know I walked out on you and I

I been hopin' this ant hopeless
I been dreamin' that you know this much is true
I'm still in love and I, I been dreamin'
That this thing won't lose its meaning
Tell me what I've got to do, I'm so in love

What's wrong with me, I just been layin' around
Wishin' it'd be like it was before I fell out
What's wrong with me, I just been layin' around
Wishin' it'd be like it was before I fell out

What's wrong with me, I just been layin' around
Wishin' it'd be like it was before I fell out
What's wrong with me, I just been layin' around
Wishin' it'd be like it was before I fell out

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Your Face - Lyrics - No Shame - Pepper

Title: Your Face
Album: No Shame
Artist: Pepper
Composer(s): Yesod Anton Williams, Kaleo Kalani Wassman, Bret Keoni Bollinger

Lyric:
You know I really had to use my sense now I
I slam the door right in your face
How's it feel, how's it taste?

And look how, you won't dance with me
Well, has this symbol made you so mean
That you're looking so far past me

When you say what you say but don't walk away
My tongue so tired from putting out the fire
That I, I started in the first place

So pretend you're in my shoes, you got nothing to lose
And if I'm acting slutty then it's probably from the booze
The booze

What's wrong with your face, you never smile anymore
What's wrong with your face, you never close your eyes
When I kiss your face, you never smile anymore
What's wrong with your face, ohh

And sometimes I sit and wonder
Why I bother when I know that all this anger's for your father
Can you hear me, she's gonna kill me

When she finds out your magazines that are dirty
I feel so dirty, but nothing can hurt me
Except the way you shake your head

When you you say what you say but don't walk away
My tongue so tired from putting out the fire that I
I started in the first place

So pretend your in my shoes, you got nothing to lose
And if I'm acting slutty then it's probably from the booze
The booze

What's wrong with your face, you never smile anymore
What's wrong with your face, you never close your eyes
When I kiss your face, you never smile anymore
What's wrong with your face, ohh

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I Did 'Em Wrong - Lyrics - Phinally Phamous - Lil Wyte

Title: I Did 'Em Wrong
Album: Phinally Phamous
Artist: Lil Wyte
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Patrick Dhane Lanshaw

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Lyric:
What's up bitch, what's up ho
What's up bitch, what's up ho
What's up bitch, what's up ho
What's up bitch, what's up ho
What's up, whats up bitch, what's up, ho, ho
What's up, whats up bitch, bitch, what's up, ho, ho
What's up bitch, what's up, ho, ho
What's up bitch, what's up, ho, ho

If you a killa mother fucker, bring your anna to my door
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody knows
If you ridin' with someone you know and they turn up this song
You ridin' with a mother fucker, they think I did 'em wrong

If you a killa mother fucker, bring your anna to my door
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody knows
If you ridin' with someone you know and they turn up this song
You ridin' with a mother fucker they think I did 'em wrong

Consequences come to those who chose to fuck with Lil Wyte
Not always physical, sometimes mental and emotional right
I'll outsmart you in a fight and come back harder on the mic
There's an inner spiritual demon that possessed me to write
Now that I made all these moves, my music causin' some havoc
This shit is pick me up so what in the fuck did you expect, god-dammit?
As long as the beat keep on rollin', my pocket's gonna get swollen

I know they hate me, they let me know the first time that I told 'em
I got a mind and it's focused, you got some serious issues
I got family, friends and fans and you ain't got no one to miss you
I bet you'll life gettin' hard, you lived your life in a yard
I'm for real, I know there's something when you sold both of your cars
You mad at me 'cuz I made it, I'm only havin' some fun
See me on MTV yellin' out, who gives a fuck where you from
You might be tough with your gun but look for fun in saddham
Doubt me now, I told you Wyte was gon' drop bombs

If you a killa mother fucker, bring your anna to my door
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody knows
If you ridin' with someone you know and they turn up this song
You ridin' with a mother fucker, they think I did 'em wrong

If you a killa mother fucker, bring your anna to my door
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody knows
If you ridin' with someone you know and they turn up this song
You ridin' with a mother fucker, they think I did 'em wrong

Yeah, it's time to speed on up
We finna go into another mothafuckin'
Galaxy nigga, bass check No.2, yes

Wake up bitch, reality creepin' around the corner
You so fucked up, you couldn't be an organ donor
When I see you, I'm knockin' yo head up off of your shoulders
You gonna be like ah shit, when you feel these tiny boulders
You fuckin' with the wrong one, the HCP cracker main
Slap you man, stab you man, even quick to crack your brain
I ain't got no time for hatin' faggots on the grind
Keep on passin' by cuz I got somethin' you'll never fuckin' find

This is the realest of the real, hope you feelin' it and if you don't
Extend your arm and grab your remote and turn down your radio
Meanwhile, I'm gon' give it raw and write it as nasty as this shit can be
It's easy when you rappin' over the hardest mother fuckin' beats
I am not braggin', and I'm not big headed, nor am I conceded
But I'm proud of myself and the way I [Incomprehensible] succeeded
You wanna bring it to my door or be a bitch and catch me slippin'
Either way it goes this unit, I'm grippin's gonna get you, pimpin'

If you a killa mother fucker, bring your anna to my door
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody knows
If you ridin' with someone you know and they turn up this song
You ridin' with a mother fucker, they think I did 'em wrong

If you a killa mother fucker, bring your anna to my door
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody knows
If you ridin' with someone you know and they turn up this song
You ridin' with a mother fucker, they think I did 'em wrong

What's up, what's up bitch, what's up ho
What's up, what's up bitch, what's up ho, ho
What's up, what's up bitch, bitch, what's up, what's up ho, ho
What's up bitch, what's up ho, ho
What's up, what's up bitch, what's up ho, ho
What's up bitch, bitch, what's up ho, ho
What's up, what's up bitch, what's up ho
What's up bitch, what's up ho, ho

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Black Sky - Lyrics - Pummel - All

Title: Black Sky
Album: Pummel
Artist: All
Composer(s): John William Stevenson

Lyric:
Black sky, black sky
What's wrong with me?
Black sky, black sky
What's wrong with me?

Nothin' means nothin' to no one
I know unless it's a lie
A lie is the only thing I see
When I look in their eyes
I know there's no good but everything is bad
And it hurts to be apart

Black sky, black sky
What's wrong with me?

Why do I cringe at the things
That they say and I end up with you?
And why do I try when it's over
You die and I'll end up with you?
I know there's no right but every thing's wrong
And it hurts to be apart

Black sky, black sky
What's wrong with me?
It's me or them, them or me
It's me or them, them or me

Black sky, black sky
What's wrong with me?
Black sky, black sky
What's wrong with me?

Nothin' means nothin' to no one
I know unless it's a lie
A lie is the only thing I see
When I look in their eyes
I know there's no good but everything is bad
And it hurts to be apart

Black sky, black sky
What's wrong with me?
It's me or them, them or me
It's me or them, them or me
It's me or them, them or me

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40 - Brownie Points - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Brownie Points
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, T Langford, Garry Marshall Shider, George S Clinton, David Lee Spradley, D Jones, Earl T Stevens

Lyric:
Yeah
Seven, oh, seven
Yeah, Charlie Hustle
Playa, playa
What's wrong with these old niggaz, man?
D-day, what's wrong with these niggaz?

What's wrong with these niggaz?
This fuckin' game, tryin'
To get brownie points and stripes
Smack points yeah
(Yeah)

You got somethin' for these old niggaz, doe
What we got fo' 'em big balla?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Beotch

What's the subject? Fo' brings niggaz they Kotex
Where we reside, I creeps my ass up inside
And smash these brownies off in his face
That I done shitted and pissed on, dude, how that taste?

Catch him out his place, out of his area
With his nephew and his niece, ooh, the more the merrier
Nigga tried to fuck mines off
(What'd he do?)
Tried to gauge the porch with my broads on Watoo

Dude, you done broke fuckin' code
I'm finst ta dump drop clip, dump, drop, clip, reload
Be like I can motherfuckin' explode
Talkin' about I'll be fuckin' all kind of women

That's B R P, blade, run or pimpin'
Once upon a time there was this guy named Dane
Tried to fuck my bitch, but he kris krossed game
I don't owe this motherfucker in the first

But he done made livin' in my house
A whole lot worse
Tryin' to gain some stripes

It's nothin' nice, read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin' with the vice
Crackin' under pressure, bust a pipe
Snake eyes is crooked dice

(Goin' all up, out your way just to get them brownie points)
It's steaks and knives, read him his rights
So called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife
And try to put yo' ass on ice

For brownie points and stripes
For brownie points and stripes
Niggaz'll take your life
Just to get them brownie points

You niggaz got me stuck, what?
Watchin' y'all spit it and get it fucked up
Lucked up, my mobb, niggaz, yeah, we gon' bust what
If he isn't never see mail, 'cause that we sell
Dope by the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail

Motherfuckers grindin' but we all ain't played
And all ain't paid, now watch 'em all get sprayed
Laid back and watch him misprint it, we been spit it
For you newcomers who thinkin' you done it, I put my fist in it

Let yo' bitch get it, serve a D and watch a bitch split it
If I ain't wit' it, it wasn't enough fuckin' chips in it
Niggaz try to gain stripe, I flame mic
Got 'em all caught up in the same shit, call it game tight

Keep my name hyped, strivin' to get my name right
When it's fucked up, I'm the one you can blame right
Hatin' on my niggaz when I did the shit
Yo, we the shit, represent this Hogg ass bitch

It's nothin' nice, read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin' over and politickin' with the vice
Crackin' under pressure, bust a pipe
Snake eyes is crooked dice

(Goin' all up, out your way just to get them brownie points)
It's steaks and knives, read him his rights
So called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife
And try to put yo' ass on ice

For brownie points and stripes
For brownie points and stripes
Niggaz'll take your life
Just to get them brownie points

Young Mack Jr., ain't nothin' but 14, Mack Jr. think he tough
Mack Jr. be havin' problems with his stomach
Throwin' up that green stuff, Mack Jr. done tried everything
(In the bay)
The whole Taco

Mack Jr. be takin' whiffles of that Khadafi and shovin' it up his nostrils
Mack Jr. just got out the hall, Jr. I call your bluff
Jr. ain't to be played, Jr. quick to bust
Mack Jr. be geekin', Mack Jr. be havin' withdrawal

Mack Jr. be tweekin', Mack Jr. be workin' hella close with the law
I don't know this motherfucker, never saw the dude
But Mack Jr., all the time be seein'
My viznideos on the tizznelevision tube

Fool know not that he'll blunder, I got yo' ass hypnotized
Talkin about, when you see that nigga E-40, 'Element of Surprise'
One of my fellas overheard about it in the pen, chopped a couple of kites
Told me to be careful cause niggaz'll take yo' life for braggin rights

That ain't fair so stop that, baby
Attitude why do niggaz gotta cheat
Don't them niggaz know I got enough fetti
To put they whole fuckin' family to sleep?

It's nothin nice read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin' over and politickin' with the vice
Crackin' under pressure, bust a pipe
Snake eyes is crooked dice

(Goin' all up, out your way just to get them brownie points)
It's steaks and knives read him his rights
So called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife
And try to put yo' ass on ice

For brownie points and stripes
For brownie points and stripes
Niggaz'll take your life
Just to get them brownie points

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What'S Wrong With That - Lyrics - Lifehouse

Title: What'S Wrong With That
Artist: Lifehouse
Composer(s): Jason Wade

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Lyric:
How did I end up here closer to nowhere
In the middle of nothing
And I'm one step back from where I was
Spinning in circles gets old after a while

And you say if I fall
I will fall straight into your arms
And should I trip over my feet
And if I start to slip
I will slip right onto my knees
Into the center of your hands

Cause' maybe someday I could learn to trust you
And just stop thinking with my head
'Cause maybe someday I could learn to let go
I lose control but that's okay with me
I lose control but tell me what is wrong with that

Why do I have to know everything
And why does everything always have to make sense?
Why do I always have to have you figured out?
'Cause I just want to take your hand

And you say if I fall
I will fall straight into your arms
And I trip over my feet
And if I start to slip
I will slip right onto my knees
Into the center of your hands

'Cause maybe someday I could learn to trust you
And just stop thinking with my head
'Cause maybe someday I could learn to let go
I lose control but that's okay with me
I lose control but tell me what is wrong with that

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Letter To The Future - Lyrics - Heavy D

Title: Letter To The Future
Artist: Heavy D
Composer(s): Dwight Myers, Eddie Ferrell, Peter O Phillips

Lyric:
People, the world today is in a very difficult situation
And we all know it
Because we're the ones who created it

What's wrong with our future?
What's wrong with our future?
What's wrong with our future?
What's wrong with our future?

Bust this how long will this last?
A friend to the end, a memory in the past
You think you're big, 'cause you walk with a shotgun
I got new for you, your days are numbered, son

Why don't you get yourself a job?
When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob?
Look at your mother, teardrops
She just received a phone call from the cops

Your son will do life, 'cause he wigged a man's wife
Shot her with a gun and stabbed her with a knife
Or take a look at your mother's heart torn
She just received a phone call from the morgue

Your son is dead from three shots to the head
The killer left a note and this is what the note said
Never be bigger than you are
Never try to pose like you're a superstar

Next time you rob somebody, and you give him the death wish
When you pull the trigger, nigga, don't miss
Is this how you wanna be
Dead on the street or locked in a penetentiary?

It's cool to be free
And it's alright for you to be you and for me to be me
Look at you, 15 years old
Coolin' on the corner with a can of Old Gold

Whatever happened to school?
Yeah, sure you go to school, but you go to be cool
To sport sneakers that you took from somebody
To talk about the kid that you bucked at some party

Life is a gamble, and you're losin'
Before it's too late, brother, you better start choosin'
Left from right, right from wrong
Or you'll be singin that old blues song

Yo, you gotta buck 'em, or else you're soft
Some I knew thought the same, now they're way up north
You ain't soft, 'cause you didn't buck a shot
Put the pistol down, throw up your hands, see what ya got

Old Johnny Walker from around the block
Was livin' rather large 'till he got knocked
He had 'Livin' Large' on his Jeep plates
'Livin' Large' on his real estate

He even bought a diamond 'Livin' Large" name plate
He used to look at cops and smile in their face
Drive a BMW and pump the bass
One day, he made a move for a friend

The friend, the voice said, "Yo, I need ten", Johnny said, "When?"
Later on that day, Johnny went to play the game he normally plays
To do a favour for a chum
You see, a friend is a friend, but then, some are none

'Cause when he got to the spot they were supposed to meet
All he found was a police infested street
I guess havin' a friend is rough
'Cause now Johnny's up north, doin push ups, gettin' buffed

You see this chain, I've got? I've got it, honestly
You see the clothes, I wear? I've got it, honestly
You see the Jeep I drive? I've got it, honestly
I work hard, it ain't easy being me

Never had an excuse for life
Just did what I did, now what I do, I do it right
Jumbo, Jumbo they cry on the block
50, 50, lay low, here comes the cops

Man, your lifestyle is petro
On your knees again, because Jumbo said so
Free Mandela you cried
But you still sell dope to brothers and sisters outside

Martin Luther King had a dream
That's exactly what turned his dream into a nightmare
Malcolm X said, "By any means necessary"
He didn't mean just for you, brother, he meant for everybody

Maybe if we were still slaves, we'll be closer; however
Pickin' cotton was bad, but we picked it together
I pray for you, and you pray for me
Sincerely yours, the overweight lover, Heavy D

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Talk To Me - Lyrics - Anita Baker

Title: Talk To Me
Artist: Anita Baker
Composer(s): Michael Powell, Anita Baker, Vernon Fails

Lyric:
Ooh, baby, baby, baby

You stand all alone on your own
Please come inside from the storm
Stand where it's warm, I can see you're in need
Baby, please talk to me now

Swear nothin' is wrong, you're so strong
Baby don't hold this inside
Relax your pride let it go, set it free
My baby, talk to me now

What's wrong, wrong with you?
Why don't you tell me what you're going through, darlin'?
What's wrong, wrong with you?
Why don't you tell me what you're going through?
I can help you if you let me baby, yes I can

I understand, here's my hand
Why stand alone in the dark open up your heart
Let this go, set it free
Now my baby, talk to me now

What's wrong, wrong with you?
Why don't you tell me what you're going through, darlin'?
What's wrong, wrong with you?
Why don't you tell me what you're going through?
I can help you if you let me baby, yes I can

I understand
That you're only one man
So much you can't take, baby
Yes, I understand that you've only got two hands

Stare into space
I see shadows of pain across your face
You avoid my advice
You avoid my embrace baby

What's wrong, wrong with you?
Why don't you tell me what you're going through?
What's wrong, wrong with you?
Why don't you tell me what you're going through?

I won't tell a single soul
My my my baby, yeah, yeah
You got to hang on to, we got to talk about it
No doubt about it let it go, set it free, baby

I'd like to listen, I'd like to listen baby
Tell me, tell me everythin', baby baby
I will understand, I will understand, I promise baby
Tell me now, tell me, tell me, oh

I believe, hey, hey, baby
Talk about it baby, talk to me
Don't you hold nothin' in baby
Don't you hold it babe

Ain't no reason
Ain't no reason in the world for you to do this baby
Not like this ain't no reason
Ain't no reason, reason in the world

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Seems To Be - Lyrics - Private Room - Avant

Title: Seems To Be
Album: Private Room
Artist: Avant
Composer(s): Myron Lavell Avant, Steve Huff

Lyric:
I was sixteen with a mind of my own
And you were seventeen, and you thought you were grown
And I found my thrills when we went up the hill
And you use to feel me, my body would get chills

I picked you up in my 89 Chevy
I bought you candy and popcorn at the movies
I had it made when I got paid
And we go roller skate, but every thing has changed, wait

Seems to be to me
(Something wrong with this household)
Seems to be to me
(You're always trying to take control)

Seems to be to me
(Something wrong with the kissing)
Seems to be to me
(Something is missing)

Seems to be to me
(Something wrong with the making love)
Seems to be to me
(You forgot what love was)

Seems to be to me
(Something wrong with the kissing)
Seems to be to me
(Something is missing)
(I gotta know, you think I don't know)

We had fun that year that you turned twenty-one
You were my world, 'cause you brought me my baby girl
She's so fine and she's, she's all mine
And I promised to love you un-until the end of time

That's okay 'cause I felt the same way
But you're running game, and that's when everything changed
The phone calls and your two ways, and you, your attitude
You watched too many pimp tapes

After all of the thing's, that we been through
I'm still willing to take care of you
Girl we've been together for so long, yes we had
I just want to know what's going on

Seems to be to me
(Something wrong with this household)
Seems to be to me
(You're always trying to take control)

Seems to be to me
(Something wrong with the kissing)
Seems to be to me
(Something is missing)

Seems to be to me
(Something wrong with the making love)
Seems to be to me
(You forgot what love was)

Seems to be to me
(Something wrong the kissing)
Seems to be to me
(Something is missing)

What happen to kissing and hugging?
Instead of all that cussing and fussing
I want to know right now
What you got to say

What happen to respecting me
Instead of spending time in the street
I don't need to know
In fact I got to go

Wait baby let me plead my case
I got a few more things to say
Shit is making me mad
Girl what I do so bad?

What about that girl, who you sending money to down the way?
(What about)
You been cheating on me, she had your baby?
(What about)
The lies and the deceit I face day to day?
(What about)
I don't feel the way I used to, I lost my faith in you?

Seems to be to me
(Something wrong with this household)
Seems to be to me
(You're always trying to take control)

Seems to be to me
(Something wrong with the kissing)
Seems to be to me
(Something missing)

Seems to be to me
(Something wrong with the making love)
Seems to be to me
(You forgot what love was)

Seems to be to me
(Something wrong with the kissing)
Seems to be to me
(Something is missing)

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Pushing The Needle Too Far - Lyrics - 1200 Curfews - Indigo Girls

Title: Pushing The Needle Too Far
Album: 1200 Curfews
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Amy Ray

Lyric:
Well I woke up this mornin'
Gray dawn
With a prayer on my breath
See I lost somethin' precious
And God'll save me
From losin' myself

I said I think I know what's wrong
I think I know what's wrong

Now I met the Queen and I understand why
Why she closed the door
I'm not makin' excuses
But you know I've been there a few times
You know I was
I was knockin' on the door

I said I think I know what's wrong
I think I know what's wrong, wrong, wrong

See there's a man
He lived in a house
Had a family of five
Well he blew up the windows and the doors
He said I just couldn't
I just couldn't survive

We've all been removed
In one way or another
Don't know our families
Pushin' the needle too far
Pushin' the needle too far

Well if you wake up in the morning
Gray dawn
There's a prayer on your breath
See maybe you lost something precious
God'll save you
From losing yourself

I said I think I know what's wrong
Let me hear you
I think I know what's wrong

There's a Queen who closed the door
The family that lies
People who turn
The cat that has died
A boy that O.D's
A girl with a gun
The world on its knees
And a band on the run
You know you'd help me more
(The queen who closed the door)
By not giving in
(The family that lies)
You know you'd help me more
(People who turn)
By not givin' in
(And the cat that has died)
You'd help me more
(A boy that od's)
By not givin' in
(And a girl with a gun)
I said you'd help me more
(The world on it's knees)
Now don't you give in
(And a band on the run)
Ah now you'd help me more
By not givin'
I said don't you dare
(Not givin' in no)
Don't you dare
(Not givin' in no)
Don't you dare
You'd help me more
By not givin' in
I said you'd help me more
By not givin' in
I said I
I think I know what's wrong
I think I know what's wrong
We're pushin' the needle too far

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Ridiculous - Lyrics - Luvanmusiq - Musiq Soulchild

Title: Ridiculous
Album: Luvanmusiq
Artist: Musiq Soulchild
Composer(s): Warryn Campbell, Taalib Johnson, Brian Sledge

Lyric:
Just this mornin' when I woke up
I turned on my radio
The DJ played my song
I got up, got dressed and ready to go

I thought about you
So I called you right before I hit the road
Just to tell you that my life
Won't be the same without you 'cause

'Cause when I wake up next to you
The sun shines so much brighter
And when I hear a song with you
It seems to take me higher

Just being with chu is the truth
Without you I'm a liar
So I wanna take this time to tell you what's on my mind
Just thought that you should know

Girl, with you here in my life
Everything that I thought was right, was wrong
Baby girl, you brought the light
Showed me that I was blind for so long

It's the little things you do
It's the reason why I'm rockin' with chu
'Cause the way you make me feel
Is something real ridiculous

Baby, you be doing things
Things for me that really blows my mind
You're not the selfish kind of lover
What's mine's is yours, what's yours is mine

And even though you know I can't
If I had my way I'd be with you all the time
Girl, it amazes me the way
That you have changed my life 'cause

'Cause when I wake up next to you
The sun shines so much brighter
And when I hear a song with you
It seems to take me higher

Just being with chu is the truth
Without you I'm a liar
So I just wanna take this time to tell you what's on my mind
I thought that you should know

Girl, with you here in my life
Everything that I thought was right, was wrong
Baby girl, you brought the light
Showed me that I was blind for so long

It's the little things you do
It's the reason why I'm rockin' with chu
'Cause the way you make me feel
Is something real ridiculous

Listen, girl before you came around
I was always tryna get down
With almost every girl around the way
Like every day

But now maybe you helped me to see
That you're everything that I need
You and me together, girl
It's so ridiculous 'cause

Girl, with you here in my life
Everything that I thought was right, was wrong
Baby girl, you brought the light
Showed me that I was blind for so long

It's the little things you do
It's the reason why I'm rockin' with chu
'Cause the way you make me feel
Is something real ridiculous

Girl, with you here in my life
Everything that I thought was right, was wrong
Baby girl, you brought the light
Showed me that I was blind for so long

It's the little things you do
It's the reason why I'm rockin' with chu
'Cause the way you make me feel
Is something real ridiculous

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Tell Me, Momma - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: Tell Me, Momma
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
0L' black bascom, don't break no mirrors
Cold black water dog, make no tears
You say you love me with what may be love
Don't you remember makin' baby love?
Got your steam drill built and you're lookin' for some kid
To get it to work for you like your nine-pound hammer did
But I know that you know that I know that you show
Something is tearing up your mind

Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What's wrong with you this time?

Hey, john, come and get me some candy goods
Shucks, it sure feels like it's in the woods
Spend some time on your january trips
You got tombstone moose up and your brave-yard whips
If you're anxious to find out when your friendship's gonna end
Come on, baby, I'm your friend
And I know that you know that I know that you show
Something is tearing up your mind

Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What's wrong with you this time?

Ohh, we bone the editor, can't get read
But his painted sled, instead it's a bed
Yes, I see you on your window ledge
But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge
And, anyway, you're just gonna make people jump and roar
Whatcha wanna go and do that for?
For I know that you know that I know that you know
Something is tearing up your mind

Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What's wrong with you this time?

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Let Me Down - Lyrics - Results May Vary - Limp Bizkit

Title: Let Me Down
Album: Results May Vary
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): John Otto, Fred Durst, Steve Miller, Sam Rivers

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Lyric:
Heartbreak is a headache like a toothache or an earthquake
Spontaneous combustion leaves a taste that so disgustin'
And it don't go away too fast, I'm a window made of broken glass
I've never needed anythin', anythin' but you

And that's what's wrong
(That's what's wrong)
That's what I get
(That's what I get)
For feelin' this
(For feelin' this)
Anyway
Just let me know
(Just let me know)
All I'll miss
(All I'll miss)
When I'm gone

Just throw it all away
(You let me down)
Like everybody says
(You let me down)
Write me off like yesterday
(You let me down)
Oh, I guess that you're not good enough to be with me

Rumors are tumors of the sick and mainly useless
When you come to me with these things
It's the shit that I can't deal with
Still I gave you all of me faithfulness and honesty
Prayed for God to bring you near along with all these tears

And that's what wrong
(That's what wrong)
That's what I get
(That's what I get)
For feelin' this
(For feelin' this)
Anyway
Just let me know
(Just let me know)
All I'll miss
(All I'll miss)
When I'm gone

Just throw it all away
(You let me down)
Like everybody says
(You let me down)
Write me off like yesterday
(You let me down)
Oh, I guess that you're not
Good enough to be with, good enough to be with me

I'd like to thank you
For lettin' me know I can feel this way
Feel this way
Lettin' me know I can feel

Just throw it all away
(You let me down)
Like everybody says
(You let me down)
Write me off like yesterday
(You let me down)
Oh, I guess that you're not good enough to be with me

Just throw it all away
(You let me down)
Like everybody says
(You let me down)
Write me off like yesterday
(You let me down)
Oh, I guess that you're not
Good enough to be with, good enough to be with me

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Where Is The Love? - Lyrics - Simple Plan

Title: Where Is The Love?
Artist: Simple Plan
Composer(s): Justin Timberlake, William Adams, Jaime Luis Gomez, Michael Fratantuno, Allan Pineda, Printz Board, George Jr Pajon

Lyric:
What's wrong with the world, mama?
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world's addicted to the drama
Only attracted to the things that'll bring the drama

Overseas ya we tryin' to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the U.S.A, the big C.I.A
The Bloods & the Crips, and the KKK

But if you only got love for your own ways
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate, then you're bound to get irate, yeah

Madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
Man ya gotta have love, this'll set us straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate, to the love y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and women cryin'
Will you practice what you preach?
And would you turn the other cheek?

Father Father Father
Help us need some guidance from above
These people got me got me questionin'

Where is the love?
(Love)
Where is the love?
(The love)
Where is the love?
(The love)
Where is the love the love my love?

It just ain't the same old ways have changed
New days are strange, is world insane?
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong

Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With on goin' sufferin', as the youth die young
So ask yourself, is the lovin' really gone?

So I can ask myself, really what is going wrong
With this world that we livin' in, people keep on givin' in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends

Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's under cover
The truth is kept secret, and swept under the rug
If you never know truth, then you never know love

Where's the love y'all?
(I don't know)
Where's the truth y'all?
(I don't know)
And where's the love y'all?

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and women cryin'
Will you practice what you preach?
And would you turn the other cheek?

Father Father Father, help us
Need some guidance from above
These people got me got me questionin'

Where is the love?
(Love)
Where is the love?
(The love)
Where is the love?
(The love)
Where is the love?
(The love)

Where is the love?
(Love)
Where is the love?
(The love)
Where is the love?
(The love)
Where is the love the love my love

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm getting older, y'all people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us followin the wrong direction

Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema

Whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness and equality
Instead of spreading love we spreadin' animosity
Lack of understandin' leading us away from unity

That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down
It's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found, now ask yourself

Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?

Father Father Father, help us
Need some guidance from above
These people got me got me questionin'
Where is the love?

Now sing with me y'all
(One love, one love)
We only got
(One love, one love)
That's all we got
(One love, one love)

And something's wrong with it
Something's wrong with it
Something's wrong with the w-w-world, yeah
We only got
(One love, one love)
That's all we got
(One love, one love)

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Where Da At? - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Where Da At?
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Jevor Campbell, Christopher Dorsey, James Jr. Maddox, Michael Antoine Crooms

Lyric:
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

Yeah
(Uhh, deez niggaz scarred)
What's up ladies and gentlemen?
(Deez bitch niggaz scared)
Boys and girls
(It's lil B. Gizzle, Homebwoi)
Collipark music
(Collipark, Chopper City)

And I'm so sick and tired of bein', sick and tired of bein'
Sick and tired of bein', sick and muh'fuckin' tired
All these pussy-ass niggaz
(I see they heart beatin')
I see it
(I know what's happenin' with 'em)
(We gon' do it like this-sheah)
C'mon

What's your heart beatin' for, ha?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

Where da at? In the club, where da at? Showin' love
Where da at? In the drop ridin' twenty-deuce dubs
Where da at? In the street, where da at? With the beat
Where da at? With da bitch still talkin' 'bout me

Where da at? In the back, where da at? In the 'llac
Where da at? In the hood still gettin' they ass jacked
Where da at? Gettin' 2-way, where da at? In the who-ay
Where da at? Talkin' bad but it's still all goo-ey

Man, I'm rollin' with the gangsters, kick it with the G's
Hustle with the hustlers I'm the heart of the streetz
Grind with the ballers, ball with the grinders
Keep it real with my clique so my whole team shiners

Ride with the riders, swim with the sharks
If I get caught I got nuttin' to say to the law
I'm built to last, ever since them niggaz killed my dad
Crackin' a pen and pad is all I had

It's get it how you live with me
Busters don't know how to deal with me, it's all real with me
All the street niggaz scared of me
All the hot girls love me they say, "Boy put that drill in me"

I come through, limo tint on the truck
I got a whole block spooked when I ride slow, puttin' it up
Got straight, Seagram's gin in my cup
I ain't gon' do ya nuttin scary-ass nigga, what'cha heart beatin' for?

What's your heart beatin' for?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

Where da at? In the club, where da at? Showin' love
Where da at? In the drop ridin' twenty-deuce dubs
Where da at? In the street, where da at? With the beat
Where da at? With da bitch still talkin' 'bout me

Where da at? In the back, where da at? In the 'llac
Where da at? In the hood still gettin' they ass jacked
Where da at? Gettin' 2-way, where da at? In the who-ay
Where da at? Talkin' bad but it's still all goo-ey

I'm in the club, post up, way in the back
Got a bottle of gin and I snuck in with the mac
Got my fresh bows on, breeze on my feet
Hoes love when I'm thuggin' in my fresh white tee

I'm 'bout whatever, Gizzle is a G
We could do it however, it don't matter to me
We can do it right here, we can take it outside
I'm young, but believe, I been 'bout mine

I just ride when it's time to ride
I grind when it's time to grind, slangin' hot when it's time to bust
Slangin' dick when it's time to fuck
I'm a Chopper City nigga, don't try your luck

You want beef? I ain't scared, nigga I'm everywhere
You don't be where you say you be, you're never there
You actin' like you 'bout it, bitch nigga you scared
I see your heart beatin', so busta break bread

What's your heart beatin' for?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

Where da at? In the club, where da at? Showin' love
Where da at? In the drop ridin' twenty-deuce dubs
Where da at? In the street, where da at? With the beat
Where da at? With da bitch still talkin' 'bout me

Where da at? In the back, where da at? In the 'llac
Where da at? In the hood still gettin' they ass jacked
Where da at? Gettin' 2-way, where da at? In the who-ay
Where da at? Talkin' bad but it's still all goo-ey

Niggaz caught in the zone, they better watch it when I'm cockin' my chrome
'Cause at clubs, yeah I slip one in your dome, you better leave me alone
I ain't no bitch, I don't talk shit on the phone
I got somethin' that just might follow you home, now ain't I dead-ass wrong

How could you react, if your brains are blown
I guess that fat bitch is singin' her song, that bitch is singin' her song
You busted wide, little boys ain't grown
Your mouth is heavy but your back ain't strong, and once again it's on

You must be smokin' on that Cheech and Chong
Think you can handle with somethin' this wrong
With somethin' this wrong
Just write it in blood, or carve it in stone
Otherwise you don't want no problems with homes
Don't want no problems with homes

You can't get rid of me, not even penitentiary
A friend of me, you need to be, I'm hotter than humidity
Without a mask, jack a nigga for his cash
Hot led make a motherfucker heart beat fast

What's your heart beatin' for?
(You scared)
What's your heart beatin' for, ha?

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Ugly Bitches - Lyrics - It Takes A Thief - Coolio

Title: Ugly Bitches
Album: It Takes A Thief
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Mickey Denne, Artis Ivey, Brian Dobbs, Ken Gold

Lyric:
A bitch is a bitch and we all know that
A hoe is a hoe wit a toe up slut so
If you're gotta have 'em, might as well be a fine one
But it seems that some niggas can't seem to find one
So they go and get a bitch that's lookin' like Trixie
And Hekkyl & Jekkyl wit some saggy ass titties
A big fat flagrant hoodrat hooker
And the nigga got the nerve to pretend she's a looker

Sportin that down from your arm like a Simpson
Talk about bitches that you wish you was pimpin'
Come around the homies and you swear that she's playin'
But everytime I see her, you're beggin'
Go get you a girl that got somethin' goin'
Get rid of that bitch that's lookin' like a dragon
Now, you wanna fight 'cos you're baggin' on your Mrs
But that's what'cha get when you fuck with ugly bitches

When I was young I used to have fun
Fuckin' with ugly bitches
But now that I'm grown I leave em alone
'Cos I went from rags to riches

They say 'Beauty is skin deep' but Goddamn weeded bitch
Look like buckwheat mixed with opi
Toe up, toe up, straight from the floor
And her bad ass breath is about to make me throw up
Niggas started dissin' and you blamed it on the gin
But the very next day you was with the bitch again
Now your ass is gettin' clowned like Bozo
But that's what you get for fuckin' with that ugly hoe

I don't know what possessed you, nigga
Stand that hooker in front of a trigger
Spendin' your time with a big goony goo goo
To niggas like you I gotta say "Choo choo"
Dig a ditch down in desperation
Send that monster on a permanent vacation
The girl is chop top, but you don't listen
'Cos some niggas like fuckin' with ugly bitches

When I was young I used to have fun
Fuckin' with ugly bitches
But now that I'm grown I leave 'em alone
'Cos I went from rags to riches

Aw shit, there go my nigga pretendin' he don't see me
Talkin' with a bitch that look like a flea G
Holdin' her hand as he walks thru the plaza
I try to play it off but I couldn't hold my laughter
The girl is done so take her ass off the oven
Put her on a boom and send her back to the covent
Cookin' up a plan in a big, black cauldron
And the dumb ass nigga don't know that he's fallin'

Into a trap 'cos now the whore is pregnant
9 months later and she's squirted on an insect
He don't wanna claim it, she went and got a test
Now he's sendin' child support in a big fat cheque
My nigga got depressed and he started drinkin' liquor
One night he got drunk, went to her house and killed her
Riches to rags and rags to riches
But that's what'cha get when you fuck with ugly bitches

When I was young I used to have fun
Fuckin' with ugly bitches
It seems that it's sad for this pussy I had
Came from some ugly bitches

When I was young I used to have fun
Fuckin' with ugly bitches
It seems kinda sad 'cos this pussy I had
Came from some ugly bitches

So you mean to tell me you fuckin' with a bald headed
Ol' fat, lumpy, droopy, crack baby look a like, cisco drinkin'
Loud, ignorant, fucked up teeth, stank hoodrat, won't down
Once a month bleedin, butthead swap meet
AFDC, leaned-over tennis shoe, cigarette butt baggin bitch
Nigga, what's wrong wit you?
That's alright, she take care of a nigga though
That's all I know nigga, that's okay yeah, that's okay nigga

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