Wicked Ways - Lyrics - Slaves And Masters - Deep Purple

Title: Wicked Ways
Album: Slaves And Masters
Artist: Deep Purple
Composer(s): Ian Paice, Roger D Glover, Joe Lynn Turner, Ritchie Blackmore, Jon Lord

Lyric:
You're so hot, you're so cool
I can see that you're nobody's fool
Now tell me, am I coming through?

It's too late, I can't wait
Believe it's gonna be a big mistake
Oh Lord, I'm tempted to believe in you

I don't want to run and I don't want to fight
I just want to be the one you love tonight
Unclose my eyes, let it be

Bring on the band of angels from the great divide
I'll never get to heaven, so take me for a ride
Fruit on the tree is shaking, my mind is in a daze
I just want a taste of your love and learn your wicked ways

You're so bad, it feels good
There's so much I never understood
Oh mama, take a look at me now

I'm hung up, strung out
All I want to do is scream and shout your name
Addicted to you somehow

Electric in your touch, there's magic in your kiss
You know, I never knew that love could feel like this
Unclose my eyes and set me free, set me free

Bring on the band of angels from the great divide
I'll never get to heaven, so take me for a ride
Fruit on the tree is shaking, my mind is in a daze
I just want a taste of your love and learn your wicked ways
Your wicked ways, your wicked ways

[Incomprehensible]
Ooh, baby
Ooh, baby
[Incomprehensible]

Bring on the band of angels from the great divide
I'll never get to heaven, so take me for a ride
Fruit on the tree is shaking, my mind is in a daze, baby
I just want a taste of your love and learn your wicked ways

[Incomprehensible]

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Wicked Ways - Lyrics - Version 2.0 - Garbage

Title: Wicked Ways
Album: Version 2.0
Artist: Garbage
Composer(s): Doug Erickson, Butch Vig, Shirley Manson, Steve Marker

Lyric:
I tried hard to mend my wicked ways
Acted like a lunatic for years
Lord knows I try to be good, I'd keep my promises if only I could
You count your blessings that I can't rely on you

And I tried and I tried
And I tried and I tried

Clutch your pictures of the Pope
Pray to God for love and hope
Bring the Virgin home for luck
Bolt the door down, keep it shut

I've done things I never thought I'd do
Sure it helps to lose myself in you
A little time and I'll be all right, c'mon sugar, let's go out tonight
Forgive your trespasses and all that we've been through

I tried and I tried
And I tried and I tried
And I tried and I tried
And I tried and I tried

Clutch your pictures of the Pope
Pray to God for love and hope
Bring the Virgin home for luck
Bolt the door down, keep it shut

That sinking feeling
When you are leaving
All I believe in
Walks out my door

I tried hard to mend my wicked ways
The damage's done, there's nothing left to save

And I tried
And I tried and I tried
And I tried and I tried
And I tried and I tried

Clutch your pictures of the Pope
(Just like I told you)
Pray to God for love and hope
(Just like I warned you)
Bring the Virgin home for luck
(Just like I told you)
Bolt the door down, keep it shut
(Just like I warned you)

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Wicked Ways - Lyrics - Life Of Agony

Title: Wicked Ways
Artist: Life Of Agony
Composer(s): Alan Robert Goldstein, Sal Abruscato, Joseph Zampella, Keith Caputo

Lyric:
Sooner or later, I thought that a savior
Would come to save us all
It seems that he left us to fend for ourselves
Just to try to make us strong

How can I face another day
Knowing he's done me wrong

Should've known what those wolves had wanted
Neverv told, but I tried, I tried
All they stole left me brokenhearted
They left me there to die

Seein's believing, don?t know what I'm feeling
Don't know who I am anymore
I tried to embrace it but fell on my face
It's been laughing at me all along

All ends are frayed and I've been betrayed
Scarred to the bone

Should've known what those wolves had wanted
Never told, but I tried, I tried
All they stole left me brokenhearted
They left me there to die, die, die, to die

Sooner or later, I thought that a savior
Would come to save us all
I'm not afraid of wicked ways
Knowing he's done me wrong

Should've known what those wolves had wanted
Never told, but I tried, I tried
All they stole left me brokenhearted
They left me there

Should've known what those wolves had wanted
Never told, but I tried, I tried
All they stole left me brokenhearted
Never told, but I tried, I tried, tried, I tried, tried, I tried

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Wicked Wayz - Lyrics - Featuring... Ice Cube - Ice Cube

Title: Wicked Wayz
Album: Featuring... Ice Cube
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Otis Jr Jackson

Lyric:
That's right, nigga, Southwest Connection, straight up
Servin' more than peanuts, bitch
Niggas tryin' to stay rich
How many ways can a killer get paid?

How many niggas want a gansta boogie?
I see the junkie in your eyes
What do you see me when you see me?
A G in disguise

Been hypnotized since '85 with gansta shit
All you niggas get live and represent my click
Got bits and pieces on my mind, comin' together like lettuce
Dear God protect us 'cause we're mobbin' like 'GoodFellas'

Alias Carleone, maybe the war is on
Prone to let my daughter live rich before she's grown
If I murdered Capone, would you consider me a villain?
Chillin' with millionaires, ex-killers and set-trippers

My murderous complex begin to hit 'cha
Strip you worse than the New Jersey drive niggas
'Cause I'm in a rush to bust straps like Mack-10's
When I'm strapped in a '95 Impala
Breakin' like Vegas for my dollar

While I'm comin' like a hundred miles and gunnin'
Who gonna test the Southwest Connect
When it ain't shit that you possess?

Yes, we got the endo, splurgin' in Benzo's
Turnin' virgins to nymphos, look what 'cha in fo'
A G that's gonna let his khakis sag
Mr. Mike and Ice Cube, french braids and rags, byatch

How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays
When he's trapped in a maze?
I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays'
Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze?

How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays
When he's trapped in a maze?
I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays'
Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze?

I treat bitches like puppies, I got a plate full of guppies
Appropriate dish for the big fish, niggas rich
They have my straps, women with Gaps
Now, they wanna sit in my laps and listen to raps

But no, heard a nigga' tight named Mr. Mike
Had to catch a flight, it's only right
Stepped off the plane, Mean Green and Tony Draper
Killa was the caper, let's make some paper

See we can't get enough of this gansta shit
Sick as leukemia for weed in my gansta click
Let's take riches, witness two niggas dome in the killa' zone
Bring your killa chrome 'cause we headed to the Terrordome

When niggas never make it home
As long as you got your front I got your back, it's on like that
And like this, let the weed blow 'cause all you G's know
Who got the wickedest flow, the criminiminals

Now how many wicked wayz can a killa get his pays
When he's trapped in a maze?
I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays'
Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze?

How many wicked wayz can a nigga get pay
When he's trapped in a maze?
I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays'
Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze?

Say what? Niggas wanna short my cuts
Say what? Niggas wanna check my nuts
How you sound? Gangstas make the world go 'round
Guppies bow down, I'm with some killas from H-town

Chase his ass down to Atlanta, GA
Find out where he stay, locate my gate
Catch him in the hall, make his ass call
And then I want y'all to kill cousins and all

They won't believe all the heat I bring from Palm Springs
Niggas in line to catch the ring of the dyin'
Keepin' it calm, so talk slow
'Cause you'll never know when I'm ready to blow

I'm a pro of the lifestyle of the Bloods and Crips
Make a lotta cookies filled with chocolate chips
The Westside has always been down with the South
And suave mother fuckin' house

How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays
When he's trapped in a maze?
I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays'
Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze?

How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays
When he's trapped in a maze?
I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays'
Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze?

How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays
When he's trapped in a maze?
I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays'
Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze?

How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays
When he's trapped in a maze?
I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays'
Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze?

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No Rest For The Wicked - Lyrics - IV - Godsmack

Title: No Rest For The Wicked
Album: IV
Artist: Godsmack
Composer(s): Salvatore P. Erna, Tony Rombola, Shannon Larkin, Rob Merrill

Lyric:
Walked the fine line slipped the edge under me
Rise above a suicide taking it outta me
Got a feeling it's going far away, yeah
Licking the wounds from yesterday

Gonna fly, takin' my time, strip down to nothing
Gonna try, but there's no rest for the wicked

Been through the skin of a dragon a thousand times
Yet every day I live for you, still I'm not alive
Got a feeling, I'm gonna fall away
Give me a sign one reason that I should stay

Gonna fly, takin' my time, strip down to nothing
Gonna try, but there's no rest for the wicked
Gonna fly, take my time, strip down to nothing
Gonna try, but there's no rest for the wicked

Are you ready to know just who I am?
Do you think you can make me a better man?
Crack me open, expose me to your ways?
But ignorance and arrogance are my ways, oh yeah
No rest for the wicked, baby

Gonna fly, take my time, strip down to nothing
Gonna try, but there's no rest for the wicked
Gonna fly, take my time, strip down to nothing
Gonna try, but there's no rest for the wicked

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A Good Hearted Woman - Lyrics - Waylon Jennings

Title: A Good Hearted Woman
Artist: Waylon Jennings
Composer(s): Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings

Lyric:
A long time forgotten the dreams that just fell by the way
The good life he promised, ain't what she's living today
But she never complains of the bad times
And the bad things he's done Lord
She just talks about the good times they've had
And all the good times to come

She's a good hearted woman in love with a good timin' man
She loves him in spite of his ways she don't understand
Through teardrops and laughter
They'll pass through this world hand in hand
A good hearted woman lovin' a good timin' man

He likes the bright lights and night life and good timin' friends
And when the party's all over, she'll welcome him back home again
Lord knows she don't understand him but she does the best that she can
This a good hearted woman lovin' a good timin' man

She's a good hearted woman in love with a good timin' man
She loves me in spite of my wicked ways that she don't understand
Through teardrops and laughter
They'll pass through this world hand in hand
A good hearted woman lovin' a good timin' man

She's a good hearted woman in love with a good timin' man
She loves me in spite of my wicked [incomprehensible] ways
But then she don't understand

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Time And Time Again - Lyrics - Cookbook - Missy Elliott

Title: Time And Time Again
Album: Cookbook
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melvin Coleman, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
Ohh oh, ohh, yeah, yeah
Ooh ooh, aw, yeah
Oh, yeah
Aw, yeah, yes, woo

The things you say to me, can't make or break me
Everything you bought I give back absolutely everything
And, I am through wit'chu, you and your crazy moods
You be trippin' and slippin' and givin' attitude
(Holla)

I deserve the finger things, the joy that love brings
And you'll be missin' my kisses and makin' love scenes
I'm better off alone, can't wait 'til you get gone
Ain't no need to keep hopin' 'cause it's, over and done

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I cannot change you man

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I cannot change you man
(Yes)

No use in talkin', better get to walkin'
Better get them chicks who turn tricks 'cause I'm just too smart
Man, I hate men who lie, who look me in my eyes
Come up with alibis, for the thousandth time

I won't take bullshit, leave your ass with the quickness
Because I'm stable and able to live my life alone
Boy I'm through wit'chu, no more to say or do
'Cause you're too confused, and it's over and done

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I cannot change you man

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I cannot change you man

I be comin' with a rap on a ballad
You should vote Misdemeanor on your ballots
'Cause you know I blow your mind any time that I rhyme
And I'll be down for a challenge

I'm, wicked, I C K icked
Not Twista twisted
From coast to coast I brag and boast
I'm better than most and sufficient

I got that good love, that goody, goody, good love
That puddy, puddy, pusha
Slick talkin' sista, to any nigga
That wanna get with her
Don't never diss her

M dot S E
And let me stop playin' with y'all motherfuckers
This ain't no rap record, get back to the hook

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I can not change you man

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I can not change you man

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Good Life - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Good Life
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Tyrus Hines, Tupac Shakur, Malcolm Greenidge, Mike Mosley

Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]

I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug
Fiendin' for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was
Picture a nigga on the verge of livin' insane
I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang

Now, tell if I'm wrong
But sayin, "Fuck the world", got you deeper in my songs
Drinkin' 'til I earl, spendin' money 'til it's gone
It's the good life, maybe niggaz got it goin' on

Now, maybe if I died and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack
Addicted to the game, so obviously we came strapped
Please forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch
Bad boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin' this

Lord, have mercy it's a slaughter
So wicked that my tracks is wettin' niggaz like it's water
I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights
But I'm a baller, now, nigga, I live the good life

This is the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust them hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't die, see

We live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't die

No one knows what the, future holds
But you ha, ha, listen close
They say reach in yo' heart and you'll find your mind
Every day in the streets, got my foresight blind
My after time is narrow, peepin' down the barrel of a foe
Just a nigga or a killer, I don't know so

Who makes the call, will I fall a victim like the rest?
Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone
Send me home all alone in these cold streets
In desperation constantly drinkin' and I can't sleep

Neck deep strugglin' tryin' to survive
Some wanna die I wanna stay alive, eyes on the prize
Let me modify this whole region
I declare this sucker duckin' season, give me the reason

Why I should change, into a softie
After living so loftily
It cost me my soul, out of control in a Devil's world
Me, my niggaz, and my girl, livin' the good life

We live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't die

We live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life that's 'cause thug niggaz don't die

I spend my days and nights not knowin' if, strays in flight
Gon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me?
Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up
Last night, we off the hook, doin' way too much
But it's the fast lane only, big dealin', big ceiling
All for the money, some kill some squeal

All for the money, most ain't even real
But we still call 'em homies, now, what the fuck is that?
Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the game
I watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gain

Outlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin'
Better start to get to runnin' 'fore my click get to gunnin'
Still in the midst of all the stress and pain
I'm still tryin' to get a hold of the game, livin' that good life

We live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't die

Uh, we live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't die

Uh, we live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't, uh

This is the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life that's 'cause thug niggaz don't die

Good life

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Just Got Wicked - Lyrics - 13 Ways To Bleed On Stage - Cold

Title: Just Got Wicked
Album: 13 Ways To Bleed On Stage
Artist: Cold
Composer(s): Kelly Hayes, Jr., Ronald Ward, Samuel Mc Candless, Terry Balsamo, Jeremy D. Marshall

Lyric:
I can taste your innocence
Young and sweet like mother made you
Everything froze in to ask
These motherfuckers just got wicked

Well, I can't explain this little man
Taken over
Can't explain the way that I feel
Well, I can't explain this little man
Taken over
Can't explain the way that I feel

Everyone got twisted up
Well, everyone got behind my back and broke it
'Cause it's my world
Everyone got twisted up
Well, all your friends got behind my back and broke it
'Cause it's my world

Well, everyone got twisted up
Well, everyone got behind my back and broke it
'Cause it's my world
Everyone got twisted up
Well, everyone got behind my back and broke it
'Cause it's my world

One, two, three here I come with the wicked

Well, I can't explain this little man
Taken over
Can't explain the way that I feel
Well, I can't explain this little man
Taken over
Can't explain the way that I feel

You are the love I never feel
You are the love I never feel

Well, I can't explain this little man
Taken over
Can't explain the way that I feel
Well, I can't explain this little man
Taken over
Can't explain the way that I feel

Well, I can't explain the way that I
Well, I can't explain the way that I
Well, I can't explain the way that I feel

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Wicked Annabella - Lyrics - The Village Green Preservation Society - Kinks

Title: Wicked Annabella
Album: The Village Green Preservation Society
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
In a dark and misty house
Where no Christian man has been
Wicked Annabella mixes a brew
That no one's ever seen

Relatives have passed her by
Too scared to even say hello
She's in perpetual midnight
She shuts out the day
And goes about her sinful ways

I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her face
Look towards mine
I, I've felt her eyes burning my sole
Twisting my mind

Little children who are good
Should always go to sleep at night
'Cause wicked Annabella is up in the sky
Hopin' they will open their eyes

Don't go into woods tonight
'Cause underneath the sticks and stones
Are lots of little demons enslaved by Annabella
Waiting just to carry you home

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Don'T Worry - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Don'T Worry
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Bryon Mccane, M Hawkins, Leroy Hutson, Tim Middleton, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Everything's gonna be alright
(It's gon' be alright)
Everything's gonna be alright now
(It's gonna be alright)

Everything's gonna be alright
(It's gon' be alright)
Everything's gonna be alright now
(It's gonna be alright)

Everything's gonna be alright
(It's gon' be alright)
Everything's gonna be alright now
(It's gonna be alright)

Everything's gonna be alright
(It's gon' be alright)
Everything's gonna be alright now
(It's gonna be alright)

Say, don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang

Now why did they kill him
It's one of my niggas is dreamin', schemin' on making a million
Tryin' feed they children and police keep coming around
And keep tryin' to beat you down, and take you out

Nigga, don't worry, God don't like evil
Shit is so clear that they can't even see through
But no matter what we do
(Matter what we do)

We gon' be strugglin' forever, running forever
The hood that I seein', it won't get no betta
Until Armageddon goes down, it's not a legend
It's kinda hard to view paradise

But if you just try close your eyes, you can view it
But reality hits you soon as you open your eyes
You find that you still live a fucked up life
And the streets done took over your mind

Figure you gotta survive, so somebody got to die
You just wanna break down and cry
But asking God to come help us please, why?

Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang

Some, ah, ya'll niggas really can't fight
Betta get it together getta act right
'Cause when you fuck wid Bone
Betta come wid somethin' betta have you shit right

And don't be planning no future on nuthing you heard, nigga
He say, she say, get you fucked up killa
And I'm gon' ride, won't lose no sleep over nuthin'
You can save it friend, but all these years

Face to face, ain't nobody said nuthin'
Livin' in these wicked days, tryin' to get over my wicked ways
Time after time I know we tried but losing this life everyday
And I don't wanna go out like that not me

Lately Bone got what you want
Physically you don't wanna bleed
A la la la la la la
Hit 'em hard, it's gonna be alright
Alright, alright

Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang

And don't you worry 'bout a damn thang
And don't you worry 'bout, a damn thang
Wid all odds, against us
When the guard got me running for the fences

Aiming at these henchmen litigate shells
I'm teaming my clip wid the extra extension
I sit in my basement like it's a crack house bored
Blackout cause I was paranoid, he enjoys what I avoid

The courts, ah bowl ah, crooks
'Cause bitches want the money on ya books
Destroy double eyed dotted watch devil smiles wid a cush
Gotta sell chronic to get me up some mellofied timing televised

The crucified promised in, ah, my ish, nobody can stop us
Where the shoot out? How many niggas you killed?
How many niggas for real? Like Mary Louelle as long as I live
Forty five strategized like, oh dow
Niggas can blast at me, bitches can pass me
Fuck, ah chicken and let's get on

Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang

I remember like yesterday, way back in the day coming up
Moms used to read to me everyday
Through the evening even through the afternoon
In the dawn, ah, book of songs

So, I'm wondering off through the wilderness
Somewhere in the valley of the shadow of death
Want to hunt me down all the need for people
Heaven I wonder, will the devil catch me shall prevail

Lately even heaven is flashy sick of this amazed envy
And it ain't nuthin' to see and believe in heaven in front of you
That's what I'm having a de ja vu, Lord when I lay down down to sleep
I pray for the Lord and the Holy Ghost bless my soul to keep

And if I should die before I wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
I pray for the Lord to have mercy on our souls, oh please Lord take us
I say to my momma peep no no more crying drying eyes
Nigga locked up at wayside wouldn't even pay respect
To my step dad when he died

So finally got a release bid and I slide back to the county
Back to the 5-5 ride fore I touch back home
Don't worry bout a damn thang, everything finna be alright
Off to the door so bright like a knight in shining armor
Hug my wife my sons my daughter, ain't no more reason to even bother

Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang

Look nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothing
'Cause it's a little thing I know called faith
All you need is much as a mustard seed
And the Lord will keep you safe

Whateva, don't kill, you will make you stronger
I promise you that just keep on pushing
If you slip you fall and you hurt yourself
Then the Lord will provide your cushion

Determination rules the nation whateva you facing, just be a man
Believing in death before dishonor, shake the drama and take a stand
For ah nigga like me see it didn't come easy
Ah, nigga had to struggle and fight at, ah, point and time in my life

It's like, ah, nigga just can't get it right
To all of my family Layzie loves ya
And I never take shit for granted
Feeling so wicked off in this planet, man fuck, tryin' to understand it

That's why I stay focused thugging and loc'dus
Stacking my bricks till I form the fifth, momma never said it'd be like this
But nigga I'm ready for anything
Remember to never count your eggs before they hatch

About precision timing and vision, get up and go and don't turn back
If you, ah, soldier and you know it hold ya head up high
And keep stompin' in yo big black boots and don't worry

Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang

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We Starvin' - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: We Starvin'
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Perry Jr Botkin , Barry Devorzon, T Jones, L Mitchell, Earl Stevens, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Krayzie Bone, E Feezie Fonzareezie
And Gangsta Boo, what

It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(We can't get no)
It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(Satisfaction)

It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(We can't get no)
It's the endin' of the world
Motherfuckers ain't got no satisfaction

We starvin' as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got just a little time left
(Little time left)

If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
But we don't really know when we gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
On this unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

You're lookin' at livin' proof
Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, leaks in the roof
Dirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical coverage
Bad case of strep throat, mama's think she got arthritis
My neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple yawn
They say it's airborne, we ain't got no street lights they all broken
Just take a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland
Everyday it's a funeral

He was my numeral uno, but I can't bring him back
All I know is he was stressin', takin' anti-depressants
They found him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac
And I'm so thralled all I can think about is revenge
Always check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for dividends
He took the bullet for me, I'm the one that really robbed the place
Though I've been tryna to paper chase

We starvin' as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got just a little time left
(Little time left)

If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
But we don't really know when we gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
On this unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

I done grew up in the game, baby
Ain't nothin' changed, little money, little fame, baby
I'm still the same, baby
Lady gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses
I'm the bomb at the party

Always askin', "Where are the dollars?"
Now I know you hate me
'Cuz I hooked up with Krayzie, baby
I'm with whatever they pay me
Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin', so what the fuck
I'll see you at the end of the year, so good luck

We starvin' as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got just a little time left
(Little time left)

If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
But we don't really know when we gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
On this unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

I made it and I know it's almost over, call in the soldiers
Gonna be ready to bomb back on 'em, know ya
Enemies position at all times
Where they at, and how much power they hold
And how many soldiers they got down to roll
But in the meantime
You make your money, even if you strike it rich
You better hustle like you hungry for ya paper, paper, paper

These days only ways that pays can save you
Livin' your life is like a task if you ain't got the cash
Nigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my face
And grabbed the magnum pistol with the stash in the bag
I'm doin' a pop, pop, so drop and take it as a loss and chalk it
Now you can take your life and keep on walkin'
(Just keep on walkin')
Or be killed for tryna deny me a meal

I do what I gotta do, let's keep it real
For niggas in the hood up, on the the block
Let 'em know they understood
Buckin' shots, nigga we livin' raw mentality war
So paranoia got me sleepin' on the floor, watchin' the door
This no win situation of tryin' to stay alive until we die

And anyway you go we won't make it
No way, to shake, fake it
Better take advantage of ya life while you can
Get rich, kick back, relax, spend ya money
I'm all about paper, sorry no party tonight
The year is 1999, last year to get your money, right

We starvin' as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got just a little time left
(Little time left)

If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
But we don't really know when we gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
On this unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

That's real, ya undersmell me
Suckers do what they can
Players do what they want, dig it?
Charlie Hustle every time up in your talk
Yeah, face it
Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo, fuckin' they nose like this

That's how we fuckin' they nose up, dig it nigga
Yeah, paper chase nigga, paper route
(Paper route)
You undersmell me? We starvin'
You undersmell me nigga?
Don't let the mobbers control you
Chest high-up in the mobbers, nigga

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You (Or Somebody Like You) - Lyrics - Keith Urban

Title: You (Or Somebody Like You)
Artist: Keith Urban
Composer(s): Keith Urban, John Shanks

Lyric:
Outside my window
I swear on my mama's grave
Faded out the street noise
Like a out of focus Polaroid

So I shot the moon
And I cursed the wind
Making me think
That you were here again

Smoke and mirrors
Somebody stole you away
That's the biggest conspiracy
Since, JFK

So we combed the corners
And glass houses
But the right directions
We never found it

Well, I'd trade in all the rest of my days
Just the mere reflection of your face
For one shining moment

With you or somebody like you
With you or somebody just like you

Called inspectors
The cops and the CIA
They drew chalk circles 'round
The place that we used to lay

But nobody testified
Not a single witness
I swore, I was crucified
With no forgiveness

And the sheriff shined his light
Like I was drunk and dangerous
My hands were already tied
So he put away his handcuffs

And in my blind spot
I saw the silhouette
Your crazy legs smoking
A long black cigarette

But I'd trade in all the rest of my days
Your crooked smile, your wicked ways
I'd fill up all this empty space

With you or somebody like you
With you or somebody just like you
Oh, you or somebody like you, oh

Now I should've learned my lesson
Done what I was told
Should've counted all my blessings
Like fingers and toes

And now I'm tripping like a blind man
And searchin' high and low

For you or somebody like you
For you or somebody just like you
For you or somebody like you
For you or somebody just like you, oh, oh

Yeah, whoa, somebody just like you
Oh, somebody just like you, oh

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Just For You - Lyrics - Rah Digga

Title: Just For You
Artist: Rah Digga
Composer(s): Leroy Jones, Wayne Anthony Notise, Dominick Lamb, William Lewis, Roger Mcnair, Rashia Fisher

Lyric:
All my niggas y'all, Flipmode y'all
Flipmode y'all, hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all
Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all

All my bitches y'all, all my bitches y'all
Flipmode y'all, Flipmode y'all
Hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all
Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all

Never judge a nigga like the cover of a book
Fuck around and get shot back of the foot
Nigga, fall, stumble and look, nervous and shook
Dragged in the alley and book and beat down to a pulp

Shot up my cops, Dirty Harry
You stickin' me is like niggas fuckin' the Virgin Mary
Shit we carry will have you found layin' down
Somewhere damp and muddy, split your tummy
Puncture your kidney and make you piss bloody

So now I leave your body to rot
Where bitches sell they pussy for rock
Cook they coke in steamin' water, boil in a pot
Do you know niggas like us that clutter they watch
Invest in yo' block, like it or not, involvin' your pops?

You messin' wit a rhyme surgeon
Trade the GS for the excursion, heads is turnin'
Flipmode we still mergin'
Now we splurgin' in suburbans
Dirty Harriet rock the camouflage turbans

Said one for the money and two for mic check
And spit a million rhymin' words in 240 seconds
Get three to get your bitch neck and four to even the score
Graveyard shifter mister, y'all believe in the law

Flipmode like Mary Lou Retton
Suede ballet shoes steppin', do the best that I can can
Like Pointer sisters, who could join the wizard?
Talkin' outta place, I pick the knife up and cut the tongue
Right outta your mouth and fuck your life up

This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you, you, you, you

Before all the plaques and the Source Aawards
Y'all niggas wanna dick ride, so jump aboard
It's a first class ass whippin', rampage, I ain't trippin'
Check all the magazine clippin's

Yo, I pluck pigeons, get brains in expeditions
Cause friction, every chick I stick my dick in
I'm not trustworthy, like midnight, I'm pickin'
Spliff keep it warm like wool caps to mittens

Watch for me in a new milli, kick up dust with my shoe shitty
New Jack City, wicked ways move wit me
Holla mine, in these violent times crooks bear malice
White collar crime, Columbine, we clear classes

Burn a nigga into ashes, how I mash his ass like Cassius
Finger jabs, I got it mastered, fantastic
Writin? half ass shit, splash kids
Poke ?em with the bassinet in the neck, graphic

Can't tell I'm from QB the way that I talk
Speakin' in tongue with six blocks callin' my dun
Bogie collapsed lung, big and small gats we brung
Bangin' your drums with hot shit and more to come

But then we manifest the truth
The niggas fight predictions from The Bible
Betrayal for niggas is suicidal
Kick swift shit niggas rock harder than Limp Bizkit
Dirty Harriet floodin' all through your district

This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you, you, you, you

This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you, you, you, you

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Vernal Awakening - Lyrics - Exposures - In Retrospect And Denial - Dark Tranquility

Title: Vernal Awakening
Album: Exposures - In Retrospect And Denial
Artist: Dark Tranquility
Composer(s): Martin Hans K Henriksson, Anders Mikael Jivarp, Mikael Bengt Stanne, Niklas Bo Sundin

Lyric:
Enthroned through this age
Of confusion an urge
The weakness and folly
Since aeons emerged

Creates life in fetters
From cradle to grave
A future in darkness
With mankind enslaved

Trail of life decayed
Wasteland whall prevail
Hatred lies in store
Chaos evermore

So runs the spiel
From where lives are found and lost
Learn from past failures
Prevent to pay the cost

Sunlight fades as nightfall rises
In shadows formed in clay
What once dwelt shall dwell no more
When darkness sees the day

A bleak winter of enmity
And terror shall take form
What man created will be ruined
When hate conjures the storm

When our time spells an end
To our ruling of this earth
Will a wasteland remain?

Will all life cease to be
By the wicked ways of man
His enfeebled domain?

Nature left in flames
Suffering, now to maim
Cataclysm at hand
Unveiled unto man

So runs the spiel
From where lives are lost and found
Progression in spirit
Eliminates all bounds

Sunlight fades as nightfall rises
In shadows formed in clay
What once dwelt shall dwell no more
When darkness sees the day

A bleak winter of enmity
And terror shall take form
What man created will be ruined
When hate conjures the storm

Hallow minds start to burn
With the flaming shades of fall
Let disorder arise

An avenge to be brought to the ones
Who graveled earth
Hides now cloaked in disguise

Blind deception, mass confusion
Interbreeding dark illusions
Tumbelling, falling, brings conclusions
Constant fatal life-corrosion

Autumn beckons forth the
Winter rising gloom in hand
Raging with bleak coldness 'til
Vernal light commands

Final chapter closed
World devoid of use
Failure brings despair
Death reveals its lair

Sunlight fades as nightfall rises
In shadows formed in clay
What once dwelt shall dwell no more
When darkness sees the day

A bleak winter of enmity
And terror shall take form
What man created will be ruined
When hate conjures the storm

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No Rest For The Wicked - Lyrics - Cypress Hill III (Temples Of Boom) - Cypress Hill

Title: No Rest For The Wicked
Album: Cypress Hill III (Temples Of Boom)
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
Bitch ass motherfucker
You that pie ass nigga
Stand on your own two feet bitch
And the fuck you gon' buy somebody else's dick
Nigga, yo, as it long enough to put in your mouth
Turn that shit up louder
What's up wit that shit?
Yo Muggs, make it rough

So many fools swingin' from my sack
Let's talk about the one who had my back
Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it
To the motherfucker who calls himself 'Wicked'
No rest, no peace! No sleep
Doughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep
Jackson, lemme figure out the name
Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz game

But I'm the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with
On my dick so hard, that ya wanna suck it
Go on the head, gobble up the nuts
Get your lips ready and tear this motherfucker up
Talk about Ezy, correct yourself
Cube, better step back and check yourself

Let's talk about this
First solo album on the east coast dick
The east coast niggaz all showed ya love
Especially the one known as the 'King Sun'
He tried to warn us niggaz aboutcha
But nobody would listen, even but then dissin'
Two albums later, you callin' my crew
All because ya wanna be Cypress Cube!

Shoulda known you couldn't hang in the alley
Good boy went to school, out in the valley
Fuck it, lemme make this understood
Speakin' on mama's little boys in da hood
No vaseline, just a rope and a chair and gasoline!
Lench Mob is a friend of mine
But you talk about them niggaz from behind
You know what the Hossack is, O'Shea?
A motherfucking pig, that don't fly straight
Where ya gonna run to? Where ya gonna hide?
Taadow! Look at who's running outside!

Natural born bullshitta! Lemme hitcha
With a dose of reality when I get witcha
Your homie [Incomprehensible]
Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't smoke Buddha
Let me take you down under on a plane
Where everybody was going insane
Took a look at the real one
Afro Comb! The next morning you didn't have yours on

How many ways will you bite my shit?
Would ya wet me or start throwing up a set?
Caution, when you enter the zone
Never used to bang 'til you heard the microphone
I got Cube melting in a tray
Pulling up his card and fucking up his good day
Unoriginal rap veteran, the nigga who say
He don't steal from his friends
Don't trust that nigga named O'Shea
Fuck him, and send him on his way

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Metal Gods - Lyrics - '98 Live Meltdown - Judas Priest

Title: Metal Gods
Album: '98 Live Meltdown
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Robert Halford, Glenn Tipton, Kenneth Downing

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Lyric:
We've taken too much for granted
And all the time it had grown
From techno seeds we first planted
Evolved a mind of its own

Marching in the streets
Dragging iron feet
Laser beaming hearts
Ripping men apart

From off, I've seen my perfection
Where we could do as we please
In secrecy this infection
Was spreading like a disease

Hiding underground
Knowing we'd be found
Fearing for our lives
Reaped by robot's scythes

Metal Gods, metal Gods

Metal Gods, metal Gods

Machines are takin' all over
With mankind in their command
In time they'd like to discover
How they can make their demand?

Better be the slaves
To their wicked ways
But meeting with our death
Engulfed in molten breath

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Fall, Fall, Fall - Lyrics - Razorlight

Title: Fall, Fall, Fall
Artist: Razorlight
Composer(s): Johnny Borrell

Lyric:
Midnight's calling
Are you close behind?
Midnight's calling
Are you close behind?

Trees without leaves
And notes that don't ring
Wine left to rot
And a voice that can't sing

And hours of makin' love and sadness
(Aaa aaa aaa aaa)
And a light that just won't shine in the darkness
(Aaa aaa aaa aaa)

Could I be any clearer?
(Aaa aaa aaa aaa)
Could I speak any plainer?
(Aaa aaa aaa aaa)
I need you here, just to lead my way
(Aaa aaa aaa aaa)
And fall, fall, fall

She'd scolded me
For my sinful and wicked ways
It's hard to bother me, do you follow?
And watched with concealed pleasure
I've ripped out my heart and said
"I'm just bad, I can't help it
But I t-t-try to be good"

And trees without leaves
And notes that don't ring
Wine left to rot
And a voice that can't sing

And hours of makin' love and sadness
(Aaa aaa aaa aaa)
And a light that just won't shine in the darkness
(Aaa aaa aaa aaa)

Could I be any clearer?
(Aaa aaa aaa aaa)
Well could I speak any plainer?
(Aaa aaa aaa aaa)
I need you here, just to lead my way
(Aaa aaa aaa aaa)
And fall, fall, fall

Aaa, aa, aa
Aaa, aa, aa
Aaa, aa, aa

'Cause people make you lonely
People make you lonely sometimes

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I Heard A Rumour - Lyrics - Wow! - Bananarama

Title: I Heard A Rumour
Album: Wow!
Artist: Bananarama
Composer(s): Keren Woodward, Siobhan Fahey, Mike Stock, Matt Aitken, Sarah Dallin, Pete Waterman

Lyric:
Who needs friends who never show
I'll tell you what you wanna know
I could have saved a broken heart
If I'd found out long ago

I'm just thinking about those lonely nights
When I waited for your call
'Til I found out all my friends were right, oh, oh
I didn't know you at all

I heard a rumour
Oh, oh, I heard a rumour
They say you got a broken heart
I heard a rumour
Oh, oh, yes I did, boy
I heard a rumour, oh

Now it seems they're telling me
You've changed your wicked ways
But should I give you a second chance
Baby, I'm too afraid

So you realize what hurt you made
And the love you threw away
How can I forgive or soon forget
It's never gonna be the same

I heard a rumour
Oh, oh, I heard a rumour
They say you got a broken heart
I heard a rumour
Oh, oh, yes I did, boy
I heard a rumour, oh

I heard a rumour
Oh, oh, I heard a rumour
They say you got a broken heart
I heard a rumour
Oh, oh, yes I did, boy
I heard a rumour, oh

I'm just thinking about those lonely nights
When I waited for your call
'Til I found out all my friends were right, oh, oh
I didn't know you at all

I heard a rumour
Oh, oh, I heard a rumour
They say you got a broken heart
I heard a rumour
Oh, oh, yes I did, boy
I heard a rumour, oh

I heard a rumour
Oh, oh, I heard a rumour
They say you got a broken heart
I heard a rumour
Oh, oh, yes I did, boy
I heard a rumour, oh

I heard a rumour
Oh, oh, I heard a rumour
They say you got a broken heart
I heard a rumour
Oh, oh, yes I did, boy
I heard a rumour, oh

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