Wise Up - Lyrics - Amy Grant

Title: Wise Up
Artist: Amy Grant
Composer(s): Wayne Kirkpatrick, Billy Simon

Lyric:
Got myself in this situation
I'm not sure about
Climbing in where there's temptation
Can I get back out?
I never can quite find the answer
The one I want to hear
The one that justifies my action
Says the coast is clear

Something on the outside
Says to jump on in
But something on the inside
Is telling me again

Better wise up
Better think twice
Never leave room for compromise
You better wise up
Better get smart
And use your head to guard your heart
It's gonna get rough
So you better wise up

Take a look at your intentions
When you have to choose
Could it be that apprehension
Might be telling you
To back off now is better
So take your heart and run
But get your thoughts together
Before they come undone

Better wise up
Better think twice
Never leave room for compromise
You better wise up
Better get smart
And use your head to guard your heart
It's gonna get rough
So you better wise up

You got to wise up
You got to think twice
You got to wise up
You got to, you got to

To back off now is better
So take your heart and run
But get your thoughts together
Before they come undone

Better wise up
Better think twice
Never leave room for compromise
You better wise up
Better get smart
And use your head to guard your heart
It's gonna get rough

So you better wise up
Better think twice
And never leave room for compromise
Oh, you better wise up
Better get smart
And use your head to guard your heart
It's gonna get rough
So you better wise up

You got to wise up
You got to think twice
(Hohh!)
You got to wise up
(Oh, yeah!)
You got to, you got to

(So you better wise up, now)
You got to wise up
You got to think twice
(Better wise up, y'all!)
You got to wise up
You got to, you got to
(Oh, yeah!)

You got to wise up
You got to think twice
(Better think sharper)
You got to wise up
(Oh, you better wise up, now)
You got to, you got to
(Ohh, yeah!)

You got to wise up
(Hoo! Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo-hoo!)
You got to think twice
You got to wise up
You got to, you got to
(Oh, got to show yo', yeah!)

You got to wise up
You got to think twice
(Hoaa! Ooww!)
You got to wise up
You got to, you got to

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Do What It Do - Lyrics - Unpredictable - Jamie Foxx

Title: Do What It Do
Album: Unpredictable
Artist: Jamie Foxx
Composer(s): Durrell Babbs, Kenny Bereal, Charles W Bereal, Jamie Foxx

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Lyric:
You know what, I'mma make it do what it do baby
I'mma make it do what it do baby

Now baby I just wanna take your freakin' clothes off
Kiss your body while I take your freakin' clothes off
Leave them heels on while I take your clothes off
Leave them lights on, let me see you go off

Ooh, baby that's my body callin' your name
Ooh, and baby that's your body doin' the same
So act right, don't show me, back it up, now put it on me
Act right, don't show me, back it up, now put it on me

Now what you wanna do, you wanna get high, you wanna get fired up
What you wanna do, you wanna get sexed, you wanna get tied up
Get your rodeo wired up, baby girl lift them thighs up
I think you betta wise up 'cause I'm about to rise up

Now what you wanna do, you wanna get high, you wanna get fired up
What you wanna do, you wanna get sexed, you wanna get tied up
Get your rodeo wired up, baby girl lift them thighs up
I think you betta wise up 'cause I'm about to rise up

Now baby holla at me tell me what you're missin'
I can put in work from every position
From the kitchen table
To the bedroom floor

Ooh, baby that's my body callin' your name
Ooh, and baby that's your body doin' the same
So act right, don't show me, back it up, now put it on me
Act right, don't show me, back it up, now put it on me

Now what you wanna do, you wanna get high, you wanna get fired up
What you wanna do, you wanna get sexed, you wanna get tied up
Get your rodeo wired up, baby girl lift them thighs up
I think you betta wise up 'cause I'm about to rise up

Now what you wanna do, you wanna get high, you wanna get fired up
What you wanna do, you wanna get sexed, you wanna get tied up
Get your rodeo wired up, baby girl lift them thighs up
I think you betta wise up 'cause I'm about to rise up

Your body, your body's shown no singing baby
Show me how you use it girl, we gonna pop some champagne
Listen to some music, so baby make the music loud
And once we get our clothes off, wrap your legs around my shoulders
And it's gonna be just like I told you baby I'm gonna work you over

What you wanna do, you wanna get high, you wanna get fired up
What you wanna do, you wanna get sexed, you wanna get tied up
Get your rodeo wired up, baby girl lift them thighs up
I think you betta wise up 'cause I'm about to rise up

What you wanna do, you wanna get high, you wanna get fired up
What you wanna do, you wanna get sexed, you wanna get tied up
Get your rodeo wired up, baby girl lift them thighs up
I think you betta wise up 'cause I'm about to rise up

Do what it do tonight, do what it do tonight
Do what it do tonight, do what it do tonight
Do what it do tonight, do what it do tonight
Do what it do tonight, do what it do tonight
Do what it do tonight, do what it do tonight
Do what it do tonight, do what it do tonight

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Fired Up - Lyrics - Hush

Title: Fired Up
Artist: Hush
Composer(s): Daniel Carlisle, Julian Bunetta, Peter Bunetta

Lyric:
Yeah, turn me up, yo

My crew is all fired up, y'all better just wise up
Everybody gettin' sized up before we all rise up
Start runnin' your times up 'cuz when my crew ride up
The sky gon' light up, everybody get fired up

I walk this planet the most rugged
Most can only see this heat but don't touch it
'Cuz you might get 'em burned
When I come through it's my turn

Never get in my way or you're gettin' rolled over
Like Rover 'cuz my fist's a bulldozer
I throw these dogs in the street to melodys
Like a heartbeat playin' against piano keys

It's a breeze 365 degrees
Turn around and you might catch these so just freeze
A riddle with no clues I'm a walking nightmare
Anywhere, anytime boy I don't fight fair

A day in my shoes is a day with no fear
So walk barefooted and save your whole year
And I wear a mouthpiece cuz' I grit my teeth
So just bite your tongue before you get your ass beat? Yeah

My crew is all fired up, y'all better just wise up, yeah
Everybody gettin' sized up before we all rise up, c'mon on
Start runnin' your times up, tell 'em 'cuz when my crew ride up, what?
The sky gon' light up, everybody get fired up

In the club to a beat, in the street wit' a beef in the heat
Everybody get fired up
If it's black or it's white, if it's wrong or it's right, day and night
Everybody get fired up

Don't matter if you win or you lose only one thing to do
Everybody get fired up
Put it down every town, every city, if you feel me and you wit' me
Everybody get fired up

Yeah, I'm an S O B
That's a son of a bitch, homie you don't know me
I was put here to slap you silly and clap Billy
And clap everything in the track like Mac Milly's
And that's just the half really

You don't wanna see the other side
I suggest you act quickly
And ran swiftly and get outta my way
Before the gats empty, c'mon and just tempt me

My crew is all fired up, yeah, y'all better just wise up
Everybody gettin' sized up before we all rise up
Start runnin' your times up, tell 'em 'cuz when my crew ride up, yeah
The sky gon' light up, everybody get fired up

In the club to a beat, in the street wit' a beef in the heat
Everybody get fired up
If it's black or it's white, if it's wrong or it's right, day and night
Everybody get fired up

Don't matter if you win or you lose only one thing to do
Everybody get fired up
Put it down every town, every city, if you feel me and you wit' me
Everybody get fired up

Uh, what? C'mon

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Drug Dealer - Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Title: Drug Dealer
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Shirley Sylvers, Paul E Huston

Lyric:
Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

Drug dealer, understand historical fact
Every race got ahead from sellin drugs except Black
We are under attack, here comes another cold fact
In the 30's and 40's a drug dealer wasn't black
They were Jewish, Italian, Irish, Polish, etc. etc
Now in 90 their live's a lot better
They'll sell you a sweater, a pair of pants cold hearted
But first sellin drugs and killin people is how they started
Drug dealer, black and Hispanic, stop killin one another
Cause in the ghetto we're all brothers
Organized economically, understand the psychology
America is the drug monopoly
They own the block and kill your brother for
Therefore, we got the same enemy - what's more, I go on tour
But who do you think picks up the bill?
A hard workin fireman? Chill

Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

Eighty percent of American business is created illegally
This is a fact I don't ask you to believe in me
If you're really in the drug game to win it
Eventually you're gonna get shot, open a clinic
Again, if you're really in the drug game to win it
Invest in a prison, therefore you can be put in it
Everyone else did it now they chillin
Above the law, while your under the law still killin
One another, wake up my Hispanic brother, my African brother
America's not your mother
Or your father, so don't bother with right or wrong
Just check out the logic in the song
Organize, realize, become unhypnotized
To the lies that your livin for the get high
See many people have forgotten the fact
That America was never ever built for Black
So when some people are gonna run and buy crack
Take the money and put it back into Black
It's only logic, see KRS-One will rock it
With knowledge, education for the people I'll never stop it
Organize and legitimize your business
Remember, everybody else did this

Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

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Listen Up - Lyrics - Bis

Title: Listen Up
Artist: Bis
Composer(s): Amanda Mackinnon, Steven James Clark, John Mckenzie Clark

Lyric:
What once was a riot is now a slogan
It never really talks about us
Misappropriation of real anger
You never really thought about power, listen up

This is the real power
So listen up doubters
This is the real power
So listen up

I don't want to hear boys sing about girls
In the way that makes them an enigma
It's just 'cause they can't talk and say their feelings
No wonder we are stuck in the dark

This is the real power
So listen up doubters
This is the real power
So listen up

Did you hear a word I said
(Listen up, listen up, listen up, yeah)
Wise up boy, time's at it's end
(Listen up, listen up, listen up, yeah)

You had it, you lost it, so do it again
You never really thought about us
I am a boy, but I'm a feminist
It's not a contradiction in terms, listen up

This is the real power
So listen up doubters
This is the real power
So listen up

D'you know it's offensive to hear you say that
You never really thought about us
I'm sick of the sexists, but I'm not scared
I'm a boy but at least I'm comfortable

This is the real power
So listen up doubters
This is the real power
So listen up

Did you hear a word I said
(Listen up, listen up, listen up, yeah)
Wise up boy, time's at it's end
(Listen up, listen up, listen up, yeah)

Because the power to riot is anger united

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Don'T Run Away - Lyrics - Amy Grant

Title: Don'T Run Away
Artist: Amy Grant
Composer(s): A Grant, G Chapman

Lyric:
Tell me, does your head keep turnin'
From the feelings churnin' deep inside of you
Tell me, when your mind is racin'
Are the things you're chasin' worth your while

Well, tell me, don't you ever question
Why you're always guessing reasons for your life
Listen, there's no need to waiver
Long ago the Savior died for you, so

Don't run away you're headed nowhere
Keep up the pace you're gonna go there
You'll fell alone who do you know there
Please turn back now
Don't run away, He wants your heart now
Hear what I say and play it smart now
Wise up today and give Him all of your love

Tell me, does the fear of losin'
Keep your heart from choosin' who has hold of you
Tell me, have you felt a yearnin'
Deep inside a burnin' need for love now

Tell me, can you sense the fightin'
Hate is now igniting fear of love in you
Listen, God is still here waitin'
He'll remove the hating part of you, so

Don't run away you're headed nowhere
Keep up the pace you're gonna go there
You'll fell alone who do you know there
Please turn back now
Don't run away, He wants your heart now
Hear what I say and play it smart now
Wise up today and give Him all of your love

Don't run away you're headed nowhere
Keep up the pace you're gonna go there
You'll fell alone who do you know there
Please turn back now
Don't run away, He wants your heart now
Hear what I say and play it smart now
Wise up today and give Him all of your love

Don't run away you're headed nowhere
Keep up the pace you're gonna go there
You'll fell alone who do you know there
Please turn back now
Don't run away, He wants your heart now
Hear what I say and play it smart now
Wise up today

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Get Up - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Get Up
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Here's a song for all the little men
Who get forgotten time and time again
Here's a message for the little guy
Don't let this situation pass you by

You're in the middle while the big mouths fight
You get it from the left and the right, ain't it crazy?

So get up off your easy chairs
We've got a lot to do out there, well ain't we?
Good's gone bad, right is wrong
Don't know which side I'm on lately

Get up from the down you're in
Come out of your homes and let's see your faces

Get up out of your easy chairs
Get up and show 'em that you're there
Get up it's your one salvation
Wise up to the situation

Somebody gotta get up and shout
Somebody gotta give us some clout
You're the ones to make it all work out
It all depends on you

Get up off your arses men
Don't let 'em think you're getting lazy
Get up out of your easy chairs
We gotta lot to do out there, well ain't we?

Get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up

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Giving Up The Funk - Lyrics - Cocktails - Too $Hort

Title: Giving Up The Funk
Album: Cocktails
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): William Earl Collins, Ramon Russell Gooden, Anthony Banks, Jr., George Clinton, Mhisani Miller, George Collins, Todd Anthony Shaw

Lyric:
Hell, yeah
We got Ant Banks in the house
Peewee in the house, Goldie in the house
And we damn sure got Short Dawg in the house
And I am the forever lastin' Breed hahaha

Ooh, givin' up the funk
Ooh, givin' up the funk

Now, I'm about to get with this funk shit
And talk real bad to a punk bitch
'Cause I'm that nigga she'll dream about
Stickin' my dick all in her mouth

But that pussy don't last and I'm on the hunt
Bitches like that, that's all I want
But you playin' that roll and can't say why
Bitch get wit it let's fuck tonight

It ain't cool, don't come with that shit
I'll fuck that fat ass from the back bitch
Tappin' that ass like Gregory Hines
You can have this dick but them legs is mine

Bitch, the pimp game is the motto
I'll put you in the back of my El Dorado
Make that money so the story goes
Ride that bitch like a set of vols

But dip in, dip out of that traffic jam
Freaky little bitch gotta have it man
She like to get that money from all you tricks
Shit sound better than Parliament

I heard you was a hoe, where's ya pimp?
Bitch chose me and quit fuckin' with him
Old once a month funky cock bleedin' bitch
Can't do shit except make me rich

Ooh, givin' up the funk
Ooh, givin' up the funk

You love to fuck around for free
But now you fuckin' round with Peewee
And being fine just ain't enough hoe
Yous a diamond in the rough

So I'm sendin' yo ass to D.C.
Get me some cash to get [Incomprehensible]
Make my cd's, you tossin' Senators
You can't get crossed up with the PD's

They payin' a cost to get G'd
You got frost on your knees
Fuckin' and suckin' them D's
They usually be havin' you cheesin'

I got the hook up for suckers
Skeezin' for fees and you just send me them duckets
I'm buying beatin' disease

You tellim' me what you want bitch
You givin' up the funk but you gotta pay a lump
To this nigga name Peewee
From the R I C H M O N D

Bitch you can't hang with me 'cause yo ass is scandalous
Bitch fuck it damn, that's the end
These bitches want these inches off this dick
'Cause I'm with the Dangerous Crew
Motherfucker yous a punk and I can't hang with you

Yo, be comin' straight out the pussy
Holdin' my nut sack, quick let me bust that rap
How hoe's get cussed at
Rashy, you was a warthog, now you's a muskrat

So tramp, I [Incomprehensible] your tramp to much bleedin'
Tryin' to pursue me, screw me do me
Wanted to do me, started to chew me, then she blew me
Ya'll stay off my level six

You can't proceed I'm like a rebel kid
Makin' the devil get mad, when the bass and treble hit
So wise up, keepin' yo eyes up
I'm lookin' for bitches and bitches to size up

I bust one and thumps one, I bust two and rise up
I'm ready to slide my dick in something hot as wet as you
I bet it's you
I'm with the Dangerous Crew, so let us through

Give up the pussy, give up the head
Drop yo panties and rub your clit
Do the splits, rub your tits
Yeah, I like the freaky shit

So give it up to me straggla
Fuck the cheese and bragger
Before I knock her out, beat her down and drag her

'Cause niggas be takin' the pussy
Just give it up to me bitch, don't fight it
The last bitch that tried it, don't fight it
I'm just like a bloodhound

You lick my balls and give me a rub down
You want me to eat your pussy but you stank bitch
Go scrub down, I get up inside the pussy, spend my day in it
Lay in it, play in it, wake up and go to sleep and still stay in it

Imagine my dick's the basketball
Yo pussy is the basket
I'm a dunk, smell the room you stank bitch
'Cause you gave up the funk

Ooh, givin' up the funk
Ooh, givin' up the funk

Now, as I slde on this track, I won't be dissin' no bitches
I'll just be clockin' my riches, so bare witness as I spit this
Shit that gives you the mumps 'cause it bumps so tremendously
And niggas be knowin' they flowin' up tigh as they pretend to be

Some shit that they ain't, some niggas front but I can't
I'm sippin' tough on the drink and makin' barrels of bank
Yeah, so niggas save that punk shit
I'm stickin' to that funk shit

'Cause that's how I was raised and my real niggas want this
So nut up or keep walkin' and shut the fuck up
When grown folks is talkin' nigga, before you get your back broke
Now what you wanna fuck with a Oakland City Mack for?

The place you can trip on
Where the niggas be mackin', stealin', killin'
And pimpin' to get they crip on and take it to the next phase
We goin' city to city, leavin' hoe's in a daze

That's why they call me bad ass
'Cause I be puttin' boogers on bitches and fartin' loud with my fat ass
But yo, I gets paid for that
And it's a fact I was strictly just made to Mack

So what the fuck you know about me
A loked out, funky ass pimpin' OG
Fool, you can open your eyes but you can't see
I just gave up the funk, now I'm O U T

Ooh, givin' up the funk
Ooh, givin' up the funk

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Casablanca - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: Casablanca
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): Corey Woods, Basil Polerdouris

Lyric:
Stop touching the fucking door, man
You so fucking paranoid man
What's the matter wit' you man?
It's like a nigga could write for hours and get real
Theatrical wit' this, understand? Tellin' you kid
I got stripes when it comes to this right here
Y'all know my repertoire, it's dangerous, and the cats I roll
Wit' is dangerous and they ain't your regular average cats
Here we go, yeah

Aea yo, it's all elegance
He spoke third power style high intelligence
A young man handle the game like Merill Lynch
3 a.m. breathin', leanin' in gates

I mean creaming, selling these cakes
In slabs like Lanolakes, fiends beamin', steamin'
Associated wit' names and demons
All apparent reasons

We live here the gate blew in a year
Sorta like time share where crime
Sport it like I shine, yeah, rainbow dough was the emmo
So many flavors, yo buy your neighbor off underwater vault

Then I met him, Colombian name Flako
Had the whole block locked sellin' tons in Morocco
Wristwatch Fachera Costanti, nigga dead up
Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit' 7 Up

Had a black wiz spoke German, higher learnin' burnin'
Ask Vernon got a bed set bought a black jet
Bitch large percentage on her rich motor lodge
Lost her arm, shot with a AK up in the south

Paramedics rocked her, said she had connections out of Antartica
Barrels of juices from Florida
Can't forget live dusthead centerfoldin'
Out in Club Med butt ass layin' like she dead

Wise guys fell for her ambiance, pull it together, Black Renassaince
Queen Elizabeth aunt, crazy swift cristal murderer
Guzzle the shit like she dyin' kid, showing off her diamond
Flashbacks now it's me and him again, last word I caught

Put your money in we could have the shit bumpin'
That's federalo music, I caught the glimpse from the bitch
When she winched, yeah, Santa a grinch
She blinked twitched her nose then froze

Check your Rolls by the blow, it's time to roll nigga let's go
I thought about it, broke the money down
What's the total, count it, no count it over in the mix
Day goin' slower, nope, not time to motor

He estimated over me not being a crook
Count it over, you're only on the strength of my man
We ain't hit him with the strong hand
Gun him down leave him out in flatlands

He backhand smacked her, threw her on the table, jacked her
I broke out in laughter fifteen minutes after
Police knocked on the door, looked out the window of my room
As your, nigga, yeah that's yours
He opened up the door this nigga wildin', his bitch is in shock

Start smilin' and speakin' on Valen, you wisen up bitch this from the rich
Immobilize the game get your name right, envelope came hype
Regards from the Mayor, you hype fuck right
Let's fuck this money up and get large and blow outta sight

Wise niggas wake up, dead niggas lose
Who you gon' choose, me or him?
You a fool, pay attention, fuck around, meet the tension
See you in the next dimension, y'all niggas didn't listen

Wise niggas wake up, dead niggas lose
Who you gon' choose, me or him?
You a fool, pay attention, fuck around, meet the tension
See you in the next dimension, y'all niggas didn't listen

Wise niggas wake up, dead niggas lose
You a fool, pay attention, fuck around, meet the tension
See you in the next dimension, y'all niggas didn't listen

Wise niggas wake up

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Playa Hata - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: Playa Hata
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Jerold Jr Ellis, Bobby Caldwell, E A Ski & Cmt Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
Oh-hoo-hoo, baby
Oh yeah, eh-hey
Why you wanna playa hate on me?

Nobody can help him, so welcome to the land of ski maskes
We blastes, to bust a couple of caps up in they weak asses
The dust that?s bein' kicked up, and yuk is down to lick up
Do a stick up, at an armor truck pick up

Then get tucked, up out the scenery
Wit greenery, stopped up, watch up, sew the block up wit creamery
The cream, I sling, got fiends on my team
Like a fiend I dream, an hoes swing on my ding-a-ling

Somethin' tremendous, they spend grip
Endless trips to Macy's, they trade me, so playa hataz, hate me
I keep the safety off my four-fifth, hold it in focus
Fools didn't used to trip on my dick when I was the brokest

But notice, I got a little mail now
'Cuz everybody bump L U N I Z like hell now
You just a busta brown an' blood you know
Chris spreadin' faulty rumors around the town like club new vogue
Really though

Why you wanna playa hate on me?
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Why you playa hate on me?)

Why you wanna playa hate on me?
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Ooh)

I gots to, keep my business to myself
'Cuz hataz talk mo than get shot to spread rumors when it?s loaded
Hatin' get yo grill exploded, quick, severed
The first thing I heard, I stole a credit card from Chris Webber

I never knew that, but who's that, an' next
I heard them ridin' around smokin' crack in the back of my homies Lex
It be them broke ass, no cash
Bustaz tryin' to quote that's why the town got rid 'o Short

I think you busta browns need to wise up, before we ride up
Stop, sew up yo block, an sew them lies up
Once don't trip, twice no grip
Three times, will get you bucked wit the nine

I thought the hatin' would stop, but the rumors are passin' still
Sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal
You need to stop, hatin' on
The C N O T E, D R U, and the L U N I Z

Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Why you wanna playa, playa hate on me?)
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Ooh)

Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Hate on me, yeah)
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Ooh)

Break it down, oh yeah
Fo' the Luniz an, they homies
I am here to let you know
Gotta think for you so [Incomprehensible] alone

Let me tell yo ass a story, yes they just be hatin' to the fullest
But you can miss me wit that B.S. that you stress
When you test the young Hugh Heff, the tech a spit up
Chest get lit up, foo that's a rigg up

Now I think the whole world knows me, not what they should know
It's like rap an sellin' crack is all I'm good for
Hangin' in the hood for so long, I see why they talk
Bitches, snitch a bustaz home
(Can we talk fo' a minute?)

You're wrong I won't be offended
I be there hand in hand wit the pencil
Can it all be so simple
Like Wu-Tang, spit true game, to get pootang, from a nimfo

Now I keep sayin', don't get mad because you can't bump
But I'm still gonna spit it, 'cuz you still don't get it
If it ain't noted, don't quote it
Hataz when it comes to common sense you ain't showed it
I don't understand

Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Playz gonna play)
(Why you wanna playa?)
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Hate on me, yeah)

Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Why you wanna playa hate on me?)
Why you wanna playa hate on me?

Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Hate on me)
Why you wanna playa hate on me?
(Why you wanna hate, hate on me)

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Head (Of State) - Lyrics - The Coup

Title: Head (Of State)
Artist: The Coup
Composer(s): Boots Riley

Lyric:
Bush and Hussein together in bed
Giving H E A D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead

Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up

Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up

Bush and Hussein together in bed
Giving H E A D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead

Bush and Hussein together in bed
Giving H E A D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead

In a land not very far away from here
George W. Bush was drinkin' beer
His daddy was head of the CIA
Now listen up close to what I say

The CIA worked for Standard Oil
And other companies to whom they're loyal
In a whole 'nother land by the name of Iran
The people got wise and took a stand

To the oil companies, ay ain't shit funny?
This is our oil, our land, our money
CIA got mad and sent false info
To Iraq to help start the Iran-Iraq wo'

Pronounced war if I have to be proper
The CIA is the cops that's why I hate the coppers
Saddam Hussein was their man out there
They told him to rule while keepin' people scared

Sayin' any opposition to him, he must crush it
He gassed the Kurds, they gave him his budget
Said you gotta kick ass to protect our cash
Step out of line and feel our wrath

You know the time without lookin' at the little hand
Time came for them to cut out the middle man
Children maimed with no legs and shit
'Cause the 'Bomb's over' you know the OutKast hit

And they really want you to hate him dead
When just the other day they made him head
War ain't about one land against the next
It's po' people dyin' so the rich cash checks

Bush and Hussein together in bed
Giving H E A D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead

Bush and Hussein together in bed
Giving H E A D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead

Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up

Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up

Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up

Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up

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Put Up Or Shut Up - Lyrics - Gangstarr

Title: Put Up Or Shut Up
Artist: Gangstarr
Composer(s): Christopher Martin, Keith Elam, D Gibbs, Sharief Haqquani

Lyric:
This mic in my hand, I'm rulin'

Stupid, you know it's time to sit an' think, before we hit the brink
Locker room, at a prize fight before he hit the ring
Like when I tell these corporate leeches they can't get a thing
Or when I tell relentless rappers they had better sing

The position that anyone holds could be up to grabs
I'm waitin' up the ave to see if anyone folds
Since I was twenty one years old an' legal
I knew the difference between gimmicky gangsters an' powerful people

I'm the reason why the game is flipped
I'm the reason why your aim is missed
I'm the reason why you're mad, I only sprained my wrist
The reason my mind frame is trained in this

You like gunfire? Better acquire the taste
'Coz youf walk aroun' with full pounds by dem waist
Deface property, they be laced properly
Rules are rules, fools are fools, I react logically
Ain't no way, so come, make my day
Like Tom Hanks, I earn long bank an' 'Cast you away'

This mic in my hand, I'm rulin'
I repeat, this is not a question

Oh, you brag about the ki's you flipped an' who you done up
Nigga, whattup? Put up or shut up
Poppin' shit about the chicks an' the whips you got
You think you hot? Uh uh, man, you put up or shut up

Always talkin' 'bout your dough an' your wealth an' fame
You's a lame, get out of here, put up or shut up
You got hot beats an' kids that can spit mad fire?
You's a liar, that's whack, put up or shut up

This mic in my hand, I'm rulin'

Aiyyo, I've seen the toughest of tough guys, the roughest of guys
Get reduced of their juice against the wall like small fries
All rise, it's time to do the damn thing
I'm all wise, my mind exercise like handsprings

Crazy degrees of difficulties
Remain mackin' chicks, O.G. shit, the ten prix
Please, you know my peoples want a lot, the corner's hot
We gettin' love on y'all block

An' that's gangsta, but a lot of shit ain't
Believe me, it ain't easy like you sleazy niggaz think
Uneasy niggaz blink, when I step to the stage
An' don't flinch, don't move a inch, I'm 'bout to empty the gauge

I've witnessed the bad shit, sickness an' sadness
Always dreamed about what I would do, if I had shit
Drop jewels infinite for the blind deaf an' dumb
Down with M.O.P. an' Bumpy, plus I just left Krumb

But I'm back, ha, fresh outta the max
An' I'm gettin' at you cats

Aiyyo, popped out the beast, met The Ownerz with the lease
Soldifyin' contracts over dope beats
Learned a whole lot up in these streets
Like when to talk, when to spark, an' when not to speak

I do the one before a gun come out
Plus y'all don't really wanna see Krumb dumb out
A ghetto doctrine to watch every pistol pop
An' then while you watchin', examine all options

Young bodies in the coffin more often
It stay the same from Brooklyn to Boston
Every interstate, more youth with the inner hate
Deep in the struggle, puttin' food on they dinner plate

Hungry W.O.L.V.E.S. that roll thick in packs
An' pray on you cats with the gangstafied raps
Extortion, only gettin' left with abortion
Pullin' out tools on them fools who be flossin'

Oh, you brag about the ki's you flipped an' who you done up
Nigga, whattup? Put up or shut up
Poppin' shit about the chicks an' the whips you got
You think you hot? Uh uh, man, you put up or shut up

Always talkin' 'bout your dough an' your wealth an' fame
You's a lame, get out of here, put up or shut up
You got hot beats an' kids that can spit mad fire?
You's a liar, that's whack, put up or shut up

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Cause Im A Playa - Lyrics - Project Pat

Title: Cause Im A Playa
Artist: Project Pat
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Frankie Beverly, Chad L Butler, Earl Patrick Houston, Jordan Houston

Lyric:
I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stackin' and nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'
Nigga 'cause I'll be mackin', nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'

I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stackin' and nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'
Nigga 'cause I'll be mackin', nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'

I'm just out here slangin' CDs nigga like rock for rockers
Still rollin' hypnotize, we quick to knock off yo' blocker
Blastin' nothin' but choppers, nigga we non-stoppers
Whippin' up this cream, real mean like Betty Crocker

The guts icy white tin, leather is what I'm lik-in'
Pull up chrome rims, didn't holla, she must be dykin'
Like she didn't see the colors change, colors on my paint job
Just like all the colors on my ice in my wrist watch

Pimps scarred, nothin' but some conversation for some dough
Slangin' these words out my mouth like I'm sellin' snow
Tellin' no lies, compromise, only cheese wise
If ya try to cross, real killers then you must die

I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stackin' and nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'
Nigga 'cause I'll be mackin', nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'

I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stackin' and nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'
Nigga 'cause I'll be mackin', nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'

Mackaroni Pretty Tony Snow keep it poppin'
Movin' to the Internet, keep that pussy droppin'
Mob it up, slop it up, see the ball chop it up
Whip it up, sit down on that meat I'm fit' to push it up

If that game was over I'd get some work and cook it up
Wanna show let's rook it up, you want a beat I'll hook it up
We run the streets I seen a part up in the shit I took it up
She wanted me to hit her pussy I'ma go off in her butt

What you gon' do, when that thang go to fightin'?
I'ma lay ya deep off in them hoes, them hoes be boppin'
Tellin' me to stop but bitch, I ain't fit' to stop it
Ya pussy is a pit bull bitch, gon' and lock it

Fuckin' 'round wit' me I knock ya thang up outta socket
Ya ho wanna look at me, ya bitch is outta pocket
Flyin' in the Bentley gettin' it sucked just like a rocket
Pimp C bitch I got a zoo off in my closet

I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stackin' and nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'
Nigga 'cause I'll be mackin', nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'

I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stackin' and nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'
Nigga 'cause I'll be mackin', nigga 'cause I'll be mackin'

Cruisin' Chelsea Avenue, in the hood it's a sunny day
Junts out, walkin' miniskirts, let them bunnies play
Money stay in a nigga's pocket wrapped in rubber bands
Seven hundred ones wit' 'bout seventy Benjamins

Understand couple hollow jackets in the barrel
Make a wild nigga wanna walk a straight and narrow
My dogs strapped on point, God we like the pharaoh
My hundred shots, comin' out the mouth of the calico

Yeah' know, mayne a nigga do's what he gon' do
I'm lookin' for some beef but the kind at a barbecue
Comin' through, flickin' old school, Box Chevy thang
Ridin' twenty two's on you fools, let the system bang

I keep my cup raised up

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When I'M Up (I Can'T Get Down) - Lyrics - Play - Great Big Sea

Title: When I'M Up (I Can'T Get Down)
Album: Play
Artist: Great Big Sea
Composer(s): Ian Telfer, Alan Prosser, John Jones

Lyric:
I am the fountain of affection
I'm the instrument of joy
And to keep the good times rolling
I'm the boy, I'm the boy

You know the world could be our oyster
If you just put your trust in me
'Cause we'll keep the good times rolling
Wait and see, wait and see, oh wait and see

This exhaltation
And the sweet disintegration
There's a few discolourations
When it comes along

You know up is why he chooses
All the kisses and the bruises
There ain't nothing he refuses
When it comes along

It comes along and I am lifted
Oh, and I am lifted, I am lifted

When I'm up, I can't get down
Can't get down, can't get level
When I'm up, I can't get down
Get my feet back on the ground

When I'm up, I can't get down
Can't get down, can't get level
When I'm up, I can't get down
Get my feet back on the ground

I just need something to blind him
Something to wind him up
It won't take long to find him
When it comes on strong

Wise guys are grinning
And the street lights are spinning
Oh, the night is just beginning
When it comes on strong

Comes on strong and I am lifted
Oh, I am lifted, I am lifted

When I'm up, I can't get down
Can't get down, can't get level
When I'm up, I can't get down
Get my feet back on the ground

When I'm up, I can't get down
Can't get down, can't get level
When I'm up, I can't get down
Get my feet back on the ground

Said, no, no, no
And I know, no, no, no, I can't get down

Oh, it comes on strong and I am lifted
Oh, it comes on strong and I am lifted
Oh, and I am lifted, I am lifted

When I'm up, I can't get down
Can't get down, can't get level
When I'm up, I can't get down
Get my feet back on the ground

I said, when I'm up, I can't get down
Can't get down, can't get level
When I'm up, I can't get down
Get my feet back on the ground

When I'm up, I can't get down
Can't get down, can't get level
When I'm up, I can't get down
Bring my feet back on the ground

Said no, no, no, I can't get down
And I know, no, no, no, I can't get down
Oh, Lord, when I'm up I know, no, I can't get down

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The Main Event - Lyrics - The Platform - Dilated Peoples

Title: The Main Event
Album: The Platform
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): M Peretta, Smith Alan Maman, Erik Sermon

Lyric:
Ah yeah, oh, no
Killin' niggas, what?
Dilated, we rock, c'mon

Hurry, hurry an' step right up
Hurry, hurry an' step right up
The greatest show on earth
An' I'ma tear shit up

You better step up, you lookin' kinda lost
Claimin' two ghetto streets that don't even cross
If you didn't know, I'm a true artist
Who drops gems like on the run from police

Alias 'Evidence', intensified when live
I understand pace, I understand strive
The only thing worse than lose your title, have it stolen
I treat beats like video games that I'm controllin'

My knots get blown at vinyl spots
Wise investment, create tracks that triple my stacks
Most kids got whack songs but hi-tech videos
They know that ain't right, that's why the screens turn left

Flow goes backward, please, Evidence here to seize
All assets 'bout to bounce from BMI to ASCAP
An' ask them cats if them checks ain't paid
Fuck the rain, Evidence, I spray Raid on your parade

Hurry, hurry an' step right up
An' I'ma tear shit up
Hurry, hurry an' step right up
The greatest show on earth is Evidence

Hurry, hurry an' step right up
An' I'ma tear shit up
Hurry, hurry an' step right up
The greatest show on earth is Evidence

Ev's solution will mold to different forms
I be a double-edged sword, I be thorns
Or I transform to horns on the cattle field
I'm always open like Norm's, equipped wit battle skills

Two times I mold to the shape of a pentagon
Dilated times five is ill, ring the intercom
Evidence or Iristyle, got your file, run
Global detonation is my shape of drums

Under the sun nothin' changes
Dedicated beats an' lyric pages, Dilated Peoples, all ages
Suckas dressin' flashy, thinkin' then can you defeat us
Take 'em out, wash your Nike wit Adidas

Hurry, hurry an' step right up
We got Defari in the house, no doubt
My mind is like an icon, focusin' on shows that I've wrecked
My fast shudder speeds will freeze the movin' objects

Hurry, hurry an' step right up
An' I'ma tear shit up
Hurry, hurry an' step right up
The greatest show on earth is Evidence

Hurry, hurry an' step right up
An' I'ma tear shit up
Hurry, hurry an' step right up
Pull up a chair, word up

Everybody say, ?Babu?
Fuck that shit

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Here We Go - Lyrics - Grits

Title: Here We Go
Artist: Grits
Composer(s): Stacy Jones, Ivan Benavides, Otto Price, Richard Granville Blair, Teron David Carter, Ric Robbins

Lyric:
We are gonna play the cut right now
And it's gonna be a very very big hit
[Foreign content]

He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
So round and round we go
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
Aah, here we go

He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
Lockin' down the joint 'til the playa haters shut up
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
Imitate but can't get it, aah, here we go

My brain pattern skip a jiggawatt
No more room in the pan I cook up rhymes in a bigger pot
On a roll, what you figure got
Tricks up my sleeve you won't believe
My story weave to a thicker plot

Words leep off pages hop on stages
We crazy need to be locked in cages
Rah you feel it
Yeah, I'm light skinned vanilla
Comin' at ya like a pack of gorillas

Whole planet gone ape
Understand from afar Nashville to the 'Lone Star State'
Relate indicator instilled in me by men greater
This is where you belong strong you gon' be great

Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout cast out doubt
Fast like a gun blast drawn out
The sounds in leaps and bounds
Flush out clowns creeps and hounds
Foxes and wolves in sheeps gowns

He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
So round and round we go
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
Aah, here we go

He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
Lockin' down the joint 'til the playa haters shut up
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
Imitate but can't get it, aah, here we go

I was born in the cold, moved to the heat
Got used to the flame, now I spit it on beat
I was raised in the womb, groomed by Christ
With a gift to raise souls from the tomb
Please don't assume, we ain't tryna take the slot
Blow the spot, worldwide still parta the plot

Everybody talking 'bout changin' the game
But everything I hear y'all soundin' the same
From the beats to the videos, clothes and look
Same concept for your flows and hook

See these round here they can raise the dead
So come on everybody now bob your head
Y'all need to heed these words from the wise
Rhymes so meaty like, 'Jambalaya'
Got truth for hire, can you stand the fire?
To see you come alive that s my desire now

He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
So round and round we go
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
Aah, here we go

He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
Lockin' down the joint 'til the playa haters shut up
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
Imitate but can't get it, aah, boy looka here

Have you ever heard a dead man talk before?
You ever seen a dead man walk before?
You ever heard dead man lock the flow?
Like these before, we raised the qou'

Now my time flip make time change
You knew another record would hit
Explode and make your brains hang
Peep my language of my dialect
Circulate like a boomerang, man what did you expect?

He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
So round and round we go
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
Aah, here we go

He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
Lockin' down the joint 'til the playa haters shut up
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
Imitate but can't get it, aah, here we go

[Foreign content]
Aah, here we go
Aah, here we go
Aah, here we go

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Treasures In Heaven - Lyrics - Burlap To Cashmere

Title: Treasures In Heaven
Artist: Burlap To Cashmere
Composer(s): Johnny Philippidis, Jameson Ernest, Steven Delopoulos

Lyric:
He said, "Follow Me, oh, oh
Strive to make My convictions right
Oh, My pride is hammering Me down"

I've seen You crying
I've seen You on your knees
The wise man died so You can

Store up treasures in Heaven
Store up treasures in Heaven
Store up treasures in Heaven
Don't You wait for the rain to come falling down?

Can I follow You?
She looked at me funny
With compassion in her eyes
She said, casually

I've seen You crying
I've seen You on Your knees
The wise man died so You can

Store up treasures in Heaven
Store up treasures in Heaven
Store up treasures in Heaven
Don't You wait for the rain to come falling down
Down on You

You gotta stop dancin', dancin' with your head
You gotta stop dancin', dancin' with your head
You gotta stop dancin', dancin' with your head
And just look to the heavenly skies

I've seen You crying
I've seen You on Your knees
The wise man died so You can

Store up treasures in Heaven
Store up treasures in Heaven
Store up treasures in Heaven
Store up treasures in Heaven
Store up treasures in Heaven
Don't You wait for the rain to come falling down
Down on You

Don't let the rain, don't let the rain
Don't let the
Don't let the rain, don't let the rain
Don't let the
Don't let the rain, don't let the rain
Fall down on You

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The Shining - Lyrics - The Eternal Idol - Black Sabbath

Title: The Shining
Album: The Eternal Idol
Artist: Black Sabbath
Composer(s): Anthoni Iommi

Lyric:
There's a man who sees all there is to see, what the future holds for all
As the days grow dark with his soul and final warning
Beware of the ones with invisible friends, they will steal into your mind
And all too soon the signs begin to show

Rise up, to the shining
Live long live now
Rise up, to the shining
Don't be blind by fools again
Fools again

As the pages turn and the story's told from the visions he had seen
The house on the hill with the haunted eyes that call
Noon laughed as madness came out to play it's game
If you stay too long you'll finally go insane, now

Rise up, to the shining
Live long live now
Rise up, to the shining
Don't be blind by fools again
Fools again

Bells will take their toll on your way
There's no way we're born to shine before our time
All your life you're on your own, lonely road, lost in a time
Let the light lead your way to the golden throne, it's the only way

Rise up, to the shining
Live long live now
Rise up, to the shining
Don't be blind by fools again

Rise up, to the shining
Live long live now
Rise up, to the shining
Don't be blind by fools again

Oh rise up, to the shining
Wise up they're gonna steal your mind
Rise up, the house is gonna haunt you
No one laughed, no one cried

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The Shinning - Lyrics - Black Sabbath

Title: The Shinning
Artist: Black Sabbath
Composer(s): Anthoni Iommi

Lyric:
There's a man who sees all there is to see, what the future holds for all
As the days grow dark with his soul and final warning
Beware of the ones with invisible friends, they will steal into your mind
And all too soon the signs begin to show

Rise up, to the shining
Live long live now
Rise up, to the shining
Don't be blind by fools again
Fools again

As the pages turn and the story's told from the visions he had seen
The house on the hill with the haunted eyes that call
Noon laughed as madness came out to play it's game
If you stay too long you'll finally go insane, now

Rise up, to the shining
Live long live now
Rise up, to the shining
Don't be blind by fools again
Fools again

Bells will take their toll on your way
There's no way we're born to shine before our time
All your life you're on your own, lonely road, lost in a time
Let the light lead your way to the golden throne, it's the only way

Rise up, to the shining
Live long live now
Rise up, to the shining
Don't be blind by fools again

Rise up, to the shining
Live long live now
Rise up, to the shining
Don't be blind by fools again

Oh rise up, to the shining
Wise up they're gonna steal your mind
Rise up, the house is gonna haunt you
No one laughed, no one cried

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