With Me Part 1 - Lyrics - Destiny's Child - Destiny'S Child

Title: With Me Part 1
Album: Destiny's Child
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Percy Romeo Iii Miller, Manuel Seal

Lyric:
Everything ya like is with me
So if you know like I know
This is where ya need to be

Do you ever wonder when he don't come who he goes to see?
And why in the middle of the night he leaves you alone, leaves you alone?
Do you ever wonder when he don't come home who he goes to see
And why in the middle of the night he leaves you alone
Everything he likes is with me

If I was in your shoes I would've had to let him know
From the first sign of him tryin' to play
If you want me to stay you gotta let all that go
Oh, but no
You wanna stick around
And not believe in what you see
And while your waiting, thinkin' everything is gonna be ok
I gotta him right here with me, oh ho

Do you ever wonder when he don't come who he goes to see?
And why in the middle of the night he leaves you alone, leaves you alone?
Do you ever wonder when he don't come home who he goes to see
And why in the middle of the night he leaves you alone
Everything he likes is with me

I wanna call you so bad and tell you
When it started and what we do
How long its been going
And why he ain't never gonna come home
Cause I know what you didn't do to make him stay
See a bad performing, unfulfilling women, drives a man away

Do you ever wonder when he don't come who he goes to see?
And why in the middle of the night he leaves you alone, leaves you alone?
Do you ever wonder when he don't come home who he goes to see
And why in the middle of the night he leaves you alone
Everything he likes is with me

Now as far as I know
He's in good hands
So you can stop calling all around
Saying have you seen my man
Aint no need to fuss n' fight
Tryin' to make it right
No ho
Certain things ain't meant to be
And that's why, that's why he's right with me

Everything ya like is with me
So if you know like I know
This is where ya need to be

Everything ya like is with me
So if you know like I know
This is where ya need to be

Everything ya like is with me
So if you know like I know
This is where ya need to be

Do you wonder?

Do you ever wonder when he don't come who he goes to see?
And why in the middle of the night he leaves you alone, leaves you alone?
Do you ever wonder when he don't come home who he goes to see
And why in the middle of the night he leaves you alone
Everything he likes is with me

Do you ever wonder when he don't come who he goes to see?
And why in the middle of the night he leaves you alone, leaves you alone?
Do you ever wonder when he don't come home who he goes to see
And why in the middle of the night he leaves you alone
Everything he likes is with me

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Deep Cover - Lyrics - First Round Knock Out - Dr. Dre

Title: Deep Cover
Album: First Round Knock Out
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Calvin Broadus, Andre Young, Colin Fitzroy Wolfe

Lyric:
Hit this motherfucker G, no, naw man, I can't fuck with that
Aww man, I been dealin' witchu for three motherfuckin' months
You ain't hit the pipe in front of me yet
So what you sayin'? I think you five-oh
Five-oh? Man, I ain't no motherfuckin' cop
Well, hit dis motherfucker den

I can feel it

Tonight's the night, I get in some shit
'Deep Cover' on the incognito tip
Killin' motherfuckers if I have to, peelin' caps too
'Cause you niggaz know, I'm comin' at you

I guess that's part of the game, but I feel for the nigga
Who think he just gon' come and change thangs
With the swiftness, so get it right with the quickness
And let me handle my business, yo

I'm on a mission and my mission won't stop
Until I get the nigga maxin' at the top
(I hope you get his ass 'fore he drop)
Kingpin kickin' back while his workers slang his rocks
Coming up like a fat rat

Big money, big cars, big bodyguards on his back
So it's difficult to get him
(But I got the hook up with somebody
Who knows how to get in contact with him)
Hit him like this and like that

Let 'em know that I'm lookin' for a big fat dope sack
With ends to spend, so let's rush it
If you want to handle it tonight, we'll discuss it
On a nigga's time and a nigga's place

Take my strap just in case one
Of his boys recognize my face
'Cause he's a sheisty motherfucker
But I gives a fuck, 'cause I'm going 'Deep Cover'

Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)

Creep with me, as I crawl through the hood
Maniac, lunatic, call me Snoop Eastwood
Kickin' dust as I bust, fuck peace
And, the motherfuckin' punk police

You already know, I gives a fuck about a cop
So why in the fuck would you think that it would stop?
Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do
Take yo' ass on a mission with the boys in blue

Dre, yo, I got the feelin'
(Whattup Snoop?)
Tonight's the night like Betty Wright, and I'm chillin'
Killin', feelin', no remorse, yeah
So let's go straight to the motherfuckin' source

And see what we can find
Crooked-ass cops that be gettin' niggaz a gang of time
And now they wanna make a deal with me
Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me

And make my pockets bigger
They want to meet with me tonight at seven o'clock
(So whassup nigga?)
What you wanna do?
(What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my motherfuckin' twenty-two

So if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we struck 'em, so fuck 'em
(I can feel it)

Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)

Six-fo'-five was the time on the clock
When me and my homey belled in the parkin' lot
The scene looked strange and it felt like a set up
(Better not be, 'cause if it is they gettin' lit up)
Oh, here they come from the back in they 'llacs

I'm checkin' for the gats they strap, so whassup black?
(Chill, let's hear the deal)
(If it ain't up to what you feel then grab your steel)
Right, so, what you motherfuckers gon' come at me with?
Hope you ain't wantin' none of my grip
'Cause you can save that shit
(Guess what they told me?)

"We give you 20 G's if you snitch on your homey
We'll put you in a home, and make your life plush
Oh yeah, but you got to sell dope for us"
Hmm, let me think about it

Turned my back and grabbed my gat
And guess what I told him before I shot it
"If you don't quit, yeah, if you don't stop, yeah
I'm lettin' my gat pop, 'cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop"

Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)

Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)

Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop
('Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
...

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Put You On The Game - Lyrics - The Documentary - Game

Title: Put You On The Game
Album: The Documentary
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, N Hills, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Electro-compulsive Therapy
Part one

Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head
Do the crip with me, oh
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head
Do the snake with me, oh

Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head
Do the walk with me
Go 'head, go 'head
Go ahead, Game

First things first, Aftermath, The Chronic is back
This is indo, produced by Timbo
Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain choker
Is burnin rubber inside the Range Rover

Chain smokin', purple haze
This ain't another one of those, this the rebirth for Dre
The rebirth for L.A., the rebirth for hip-hop
Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop'

Hold up, Timb stop
I said, this is another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop'
G G G G G, young homey got shit locked
Public Enemy No.1, Flavor Flav with a wrist watch

All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin' the six-fo'
50 Cent know
I'm Compton's most wanted when I'm ridin' with Timbo

Girl, if you got a big back let me pin that
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game

I'll show you where The Bloods at, where The Crips at
Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game [Incomprehensible]

I ain't got the West on my shoulder, got the West in the backseat
Of the Rover, ridin' on dubs, nigga I'm West Coastin'
The next Hova from the home of the best doja
Makin' all that racket, I got the U.S. Open

Stunt on me, I'll leave you wit'cha chest open
Vest broken, hop in the lo-lo with the tec smokin'
G G G G G, I done paid my dues
N.W.A. is back, this is front page news

I got Dre in the back, ridin' on 22's
Bitches screamin', "Let me ride, it must be the shoes"
Red and black G6's, red dot on the glock
I'm goin' three times platinum dawg, how do I stop? I'm hot

Girl, if you got a big back let me pin that
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game

I'll show you where The Bloods at, where The Crips at
Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game [Incomprehensible]

My Unit is Gorilla, fuck with my la familia, I will kill ya
G G G G G Unit, I know that boy not familiar
But you got to feel him if the Doctor sealed him
Is Compton in the house?

Without a doubt
I'm the rapper with clout other niggaz yap about
You know the one that introduce New York to the beach cruiser
Got 'em puttin' red and blue strings in they G-Units

Get "Groupie Love," tell 'em to keep movin'
If I got a problem with a bitch, I let Eve to do it
Unless she got on LePearla and I can see through it
I don't just let her ride, I give her the keys to it

Me and my bitch lay back in the Coupe
I'm movin' in the neighborhood, I ain't passin' through
I woulda been here after Snoop but I slowed down
To show Timbaland how to iron a khaki suit

Girl, if you got a big back let me pin that
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game

I'll show you where The Bloods at, where The Crips at
Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game [Incomprehensible]

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Sweetheart (With Jd) - Lyrics - #1's - Mariah Carey

Title: Sweetheart (With Jd)
Album: #1's
Artist: Mariah Carey
Composer(s): Denise L Davis, Pete Warner

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Lyric:
What you think about?
You and me baby goin' one on one
(Say what?)
JD y'all, MC y'all I'm the man to fulfill your needs
Get you everything that you see in your dreams
Baby, let nothin' and nobody tear us apart
And forever you'll be my sweetheart

Boy, haven't you noticed the gleam in my eye?
Because of you, I'm a little hypnotized
But everytime you're with me I feel so positive
That with a little love something's got to give

A full moon is waiting in the twilight
Maybe soon you will come to be my knight
Here we are hoping that we never part
Stay with me, baby, won't you be my sweetheart?

We can share a story book romance
Won't you be my sweetheart?
We can share a story book romance

You are no Casanova I know that you'll be true
And that's why I'm so in love with you
But this romantic evenin' you leave me at my door
But tonight, I'd like us to explore

A full moon is waiting in the twilight
Maybe soon you will come to be my knight
Here we are hoping that we never part
Stay with me, baby, won't you be my sweetheart?

We can share a story book romance
Won't you be my sweetheart?
We can share a story book romance

JD y'all, MC y'all, see, I saw you in the party with your eyes on me
Fittin' the description of what I want my bride to be
As live as me, don't know the same guys as me
But a lot of style and usin' wild name like Ivory

I agree with my niggas you the baddest I ever seen in a long time
But woman with her own, shine is her own time and I don't hit
'Cuz I'm tired of dealin' with the wrong kind getting non' but the bull
She got a play a tryin' to think of new things to say
She's up in the corner sippin' Don P, Rose

Shakin' it up with the homegirls payin' no attention to us
They in they own world, aiyyo girl, I'm the man to fulfill your needs
Get you everything you see in your dreams baby
Let nothing and nobody tear us apart and forever you'll be my sweetheart

Sounds so right the mood is right
Say what? MC, baby, sing it to me
To keep me warm, away from harm
Nowhere better than my baby's arms

Sounds so right, the mood is right
Say what? MC, baby, sing it to me
To keep me warm, away from harm

Come on baby, baby, come on
You could be my sweetheart

We can share a story book romance
Won't you be my sweetheart?
We can share a story book romance
Won't you be my sweetheart?

We can share a story book romance
Won't you be my sweetheart?
We can share a story book romance
Just you be my
You know I need your love, romance

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Z - Dead Presidents (Part 1) - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Dead Presidents (Part 1)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Peter O Phillips, Shawn Carter, Nasir Jones, Lonnie Liston Smith, Peter O. Phillips, David Anthony Willis

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Lyric:
Presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers
Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras
To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme

By the ounce dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to kill me
Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat

Fuck 'em, we hate a nigga lovin' this life
In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life
Hospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up
On the Uptown high block, he got his side sprayed up

I saw his life slippin', this is a minor set back
Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get back
That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me"
I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully

Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process
And I ain't got nothin' but time
I had near brushes, not to mention three shots
Close range, never touched me, divine intervention

Can't stop I, from drinkin' Mai-Tai's with Ta Ta
Down in Nevada, ha, ha, Poppa, word life
I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight
Potnah, I'm still spendin' money from eighty-eight, what?

Presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Geyeah, know what? I'll make
You and your wack mans fold like bad hands
Roll like Monopoly, advance, you copy me
Like white crystals, I gross the most

At the end of the fiscal year, than these niggaz can wish to
The dead presidential, candidate
With the sprinkles and the presidential, ice that'll offend you
In due time when crime fleas my mind

All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine
But until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin' brilliant
I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in
Long as the villain win

I spend Japan Yen, attend major events
Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin'
J A Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin'
I got a good life man, pounds and pence

Nuff dollars make sense
While you ride the bench
Catch me swinging for the fence
Dead Presidents, ya know

Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Uh, huh, yeah, uh, huh, so be it
The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow
You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough
Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slow

Like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow
Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have
Eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's

To change your life, huh, roll with the winners
Heavy spenders like hit records, Roc-A-Fella
Don't get it corrected, this shit is perfected
From chips to chicks just drivin' a Lexus

Make it without your gun
We takin' everything you brung
We cake and you niggaz is fake
And we gettin' it done

Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z
And you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTV
I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure
Dead presidentials, politics as usual, blaouw

Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money

I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

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Big Mama - Lyrics - 10 - Ll Cool J

Title: Big Mama
Album: 10
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Mark Curry, Joseph Jefferson, C Simmons, J T Smith, Donald Woolfolk, Bruce Hawes

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Lyric:
Yeah, this one's dedicated, to my grandmother
And your grandmother
It's all love, let's not forget who raised us, word up

Big mama, my grandmother, my main girl
I love you much more than this scandalous world
As a young boy you gave me whoopings to save my life
Cursed me out, to keep me out the streets at night
'Cause my momma had me when she was young
So you took on the responsibility to raise your grandson
You taught me if a task is once begun, Todd
Never leave it 'til it's done, Todd

Be thy labor great or small Todd
Do it well or not at all, God
Big mama, my blood is your blood
When the whole world's against me, I know I got your love
If I was in a cell for the rest of my life
I know I'd hear your prayers in the middle of the night
Used to sit me on your lap and teach me mother wit
Early Sunday morning for them salmon and grits

I love you baby, you the one and only, that's a fact
'Til death do us part, I'ma always have your back
You beefed 'cause you heard that I was cursin' in my raps
Eighty-six, still you wanna run and get the straps
I love you, I promise you I care for you deep
'Cause when I had bronchitis you would rock me to sleep
Rub me down with green alcohol
Little brown-skinned lady 'bout five feet tall, big mama

Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table
(You gave me unconditional love)
There was no time to eat, she said to me
"Boy hurry to Sunday school"
(You gave me unconditional love)

I remember when you told me certain friends wasn't real
I didn't wanna listen, I swore I knew the deal
Come to find out, everything you said was true
Who I end up goin' to for advice? You
I love you, that's why you got nurses and maids
Ever since I got paid, you ain't never been afraid
That's granddaddy wife, she taught me how to think
How to navigate through life, you made the sacrifice

You kept on livin', 'cause when my granddaddy died
It took all your might, but you ain't quit on life
We took trips down south, biscuits and chicken
Me you granddad and Alison, trippin'
Remember, you used to pick me up from junior high
And classmates laughed when the Buick rolled by
Remember, I pulled my privates out in class
And from farmers to Dunkirk you straight whooped my

The best cookin' a man could ever taste
It's written in my heart, it can never be erased
Thank you so much, you taught me well
How to not get souped up, because I'm LL
How to walk the street, and hold my head real high
How to live with Christ and not be afraid to die
We sipped daiquiris, but you never told moms
We even shared beers, big mama my dear

A toast to the woman that raised a man
In popular demand all across the land
You're my lawyer, my teacher, my doctor, my friend
My mother, my father, you with me 'til the end
I love you, I mean that from the bottom of my heart
That's the reason why my record's Number 1 on the charts
I'ma tell it like it is, I love you forever
Dead or alive, we'll always be together
Big mama I love you

Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table
(You gave me unconditional love)
There was no time to eat, she said to me
"Boy hurry to Sunday school"
(You gave me unconditional love)

I dedicate this to the big mama's everywhere
The ones who raised us, when nobody else was there
The ones who held us and told us it'll be alright
When gunshots was goin' off every night
Taught us how to lock the door and check the peephole
And how to swallow Vicks when we had a chest cold
How to stay proud, and represent hard
Eat plenty baby, but first say grace for God

Big mama, I'ma miss you
When one of us leave this earth
But baby for what it's worth, I love you since the date of my birth
And if it wasn't for my children, I would wanna go first
You're the reason I'm the man I am today
The inspiration, for me to be LL Cool J
When you told me "Knock 'em out"
I brought you home a Grammy

I learned to be tough from big mama and aunt Cammy
A black man that was raised by black women
On tour, sippin' your special honey and lemon
You told me, gargle with vinegar water and salt
The concert was hot, thanks to your support
Girl, you're the one I love
Whether right here with me or smilin' from up above
Trouble or no trouble, you always had my back
So I had to let you know your son appreciates that, big mama

Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table
(You gave me unconditional love)
There was no time to eat, she said to me
"Boy hurry to Sunday school"
(You gave me unconditional love)

Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table
(Unconditional love)
There was no time to eat, she said to me
"Boy hurry to Sunday school"
(You always gave me unconditional love)
Yeah

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Independent Women Part 1 - Lyrics - Survivor - Destiny'S Child

Title: Independent Women Part 1
Album: Survivor
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Beyonce Knowles, Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel J Barnes, Cory Rooney

Lyric:
Lucy Liu, with my girl, Drew
Cameron D and Destiny
Charlie's Angels, come on
Uh, uh, uh

Question, tell me what you think about me
I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings
Only ring your cell y when I'm feelin' lonely
When it's all over please get up and leave

Question, tell me how you feel about this
Try to control me, boy, you get dismissed
Pay my own fun, oh, and I pay my own bills
Always 50/50 in relationships

The shoes on my feet, I've bought it
The clothes I'm wearing, I've bought it
The rock I'm rockin', I've bought it
'Cause I depend on me if I want it

The watch you're wearin', I'll buy it
The house I live in, I've bought it
The car I'm driving, I've bought it
I depend on me, I depend on me

All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me

All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?
Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?

Tell me how you feel about this
Who would I want if I would wanna live?
I worked hard and sacrificed to get what I get
Ladies, it ain't easy bein' independent

Question, how'd you like this knowledge that I brought
Braggin' on that cash that he gave you is to front
If you're gonna brag, make sure it's your money you flaunt
Depend on no one else to give you what you want

The shoes on my feet, I've bought it
The clothes I'm wearing, I've bought it
The rock I'm rockin', I've bought it
'Cause I depend on me, if I want it

The watch you're wearin', I'll buy it
The house I live in, I've bought it
The car I'm driving, I've bought it
I depend on me, I depend on me

All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me

All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?
Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?

Destiny's child, wassup?
You in the house? Sure 'nuff
We'll break these people off Angel style

Child of destiny
Independent beauty
No one else can scare me
Charlie's Angels

Woah, all the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me

All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?
Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?

Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down

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Around The World - Lyrics - Doctor's Advocate - Game

Title: Around The World
Album: Doctor's Advocate
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Mike Chavarria, Denaun M Porter, Walter Howard, Jayceon Terrell Taylor

Lyric:
I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm just tryin' to get my money right
Soon as I'm done, we can take a flight
So I can take you all around the world

Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels
First class ticket, G 4, you that deal for real
I can take you all around the world

She like black Bentley Coupes, Black Daytons
Black interior, black ridin' shotgun
Black *** black Air Ones
Bangin' the 'Black Album', track number 1

She like that Jay *** that's her favorite
If it's gonna get me the *** I'ma play that ***
If she bite too hard, I'ma say that ***
But don't bite me, *** I don't play that ***

Marques Houston, I don't play that ***
By the time we got half way through watchin' 'Ray', I hit
I laid it down, beat it up, let her go clean it up
Take a five minute nap, wake up and *** it, but

Then there's part two in the sauna
Feel like I'm *** Mary J 'cuz she don't want no drama
I'd rather take your *** to the Bahamas
Than give you 30,000 a month like Diddy baby mama

I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm just tryin' to get my money right
Soon as I'm done, we can take a flight
So I can take you all around the world

Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels
First class ticket, G 4, you that deal for real
I can take you all around the world

Picture me thuggin', picture me lovin' you
Like Bobby love Whitney, now picture me ***
Pullin' your ponytail, smackin' you on the ***
Tellin' you how I can take you all around the world

That *** can't do it like this
Even Beyonce couldn't move it like this
She only *** with 'Soldiers', that's her ***
I hate to admit it but I love my *** so much

I'm sittin' outside in the Benz
Thinkin' back to Dre's house when I *** her best friend
The *** wasn't nothin', now I'm dealin'
With the diary of a mad black woman with Louis Vuitton luggage

She told me she was tired of The Game and rap
Quit like Ma$e, then she came right back
I told you the *** sex was whack
And you're all I need, even Jamie know that

I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm just tryin' to get my money right
Soon as I'm done, we can take a flight
So I can take you all around the world

Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels
First class ticket, G 4, you that deal for real
I can take you all around the world

You know what they say, more money, more problems, more drama
Means more *** and less baby mama
You know I love you like I love my shoes
But even white Air Force Ones come in twos

Yeah, I like her and I like you too
What's wrong? She my *** and you my boo
She got a Range Rover Sport, you got a Bentley Coupe
She take my clothes to the cleaners, you take Harlem to school

I gave her your birthday bag, so I made a mistake
And Oprah don't *** with it no more anyway
I'm sorry for the bullshit I put you through
But I ain't goin' nowhere, I got a kid with you

Why we always got to argue about Superhead's book?
She *** with a *** on, after that, I shook
And when she start talkin' about buyin' a ring
I just turn the volume up and let Jamie Foxx sing

I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm just tryin' to get my money right
Soon as I'm done, we can take a flight
So I can take you all around the world

Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels
First class ticket, G 4, you that deal for real
I can take you all around the world

Around the world with me, baby
Around the world with me
Around the world with me

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Channel 613, Part 1 - Lyrics - 613: Ashy to Classy - Field Mob

Title: Channel 613, Part 1
Album: 613: Ashy to Classy
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Shawn Johnson, Darion Crawford, Amin Anwar Miller

Lyric:
I woke up on Fox found myself starring on Cops
Got chased by squad cars and cameras for two blocks
I hate the man yea I ran
To HBO and stole lethal weapons From Mel and Dan Glover's hand
Ran back to Fox found Martin
Me and Bruhman from the fifth floor
Climbed throught the window
From his apartment
Ran up on'em, had a mask on gat in each hand
Robbed Martin, Tommy, Cole, Gena and Pam
Told'em gimmie your bread, mayo, cheese and ham
Took two sandmiches and Stole Cole's Grand Am
Left in a hurry heard footsteps, looked in the rearview
Is this an earthquake? Naw its Big Shirley
She came after the bucket of chicken and clole slaw
Cole bought last week and left in the back seat
I jumped out and just kept running until my chest hurt
Hooked up with Forest Gump and ran to Cartoon Network
I gotta find Bubba, shut up he been dead
Big Shirley probably ate him and Lieutenant Dan's Legs
I need Jenny, damn sure do cause right now
The only thing that can stop Big Shilrey is Jenny Craig

I aint goin to jail, I aint goin to jail
Aw man I aint even did nothin
Shit man I aint goin to jail

Now I'm a wanted fugitive, runin with hot gats
Duck'n the cops from Fox and the fuck'n Swat Cats
Damn, here come Batman in the batmobile
Floss'n on four vowed rims, with four coats of steal tryna catch me
But I ran fast, he couldn't grab me
I jumped in the green van wit Scooby-Doo and Shaggy
I put the gun to Shag's head said don't look back
And told Scooby, play dead and gimmie your Scooby snacks
Then we drove way reached the stop sign at a four way
I hopped out and rode with O.J, rode the whole day
He told me caught Nicole and Ron Gold doin four play
Killed'em both and throwed way the bloody glove in an old lake
I aint sayin he shoulda killed her but I understand
Picture yo broad riden in yo car with another man
You given yo deisel and she blowin a hudred grand
Goin shoppin, call Cochran tell Cato to take the stand
He took me to set it off with four delighted bitches wit glocks
You know Kim, Latifah, Jada, Vivaca Fox
Went in the bank strapped with A.K's
This is a raid everybody throw lay down the hay

Aight don't nobody mothafuckin move
This a mothafuckin robbery, lay down
Come here, come here, come here bitch
Put the money in the motherfukin bag
You don't wanna die, hurry the fuck up

I stashed my half of cash in the dashboard of a stolen Ford Escort
Changed clothes and drove to the airport
Flew to the island of MTV but go figure
Besides Tyrese and Ananda, I aint see no niggas
And I stayed for three whole days and layed low
Kidnapped the cast of Road Rules and stole the Winne Bago
Rode to Rap City bumpin U.G.K and Jigga
Spend the night in the basement with the Hot Boys and Mama Tigga

Man she can cook
She made some pig feet, some greens, some hogmog
Man anyway

Woke up the next mornin yawnin what the fuck is this?
Man get the camera out my face, he said you've just been hit
That's when I met her, I swear to god I never forget her
A fine big doonk senorita and her name Cita
She was jazzy yea she had computer generated skin
But hell at least her ass wasn't ashy
I took her home and down loaded my hard drive
For bout five straight hours right between her thighs

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No No No -Part 1- - Lyrics - Destiny'S Child

Title: No No No -Part 1-
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Mary Brown, Rob Fusori, Calvin Gaines, Vincent J Herbert, Barry White

Lyric:
You'll be sayin'
No, no, no, no, no
When it's really
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
You'll be sayin'
No, no, no, no, no
When it's really
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

You'll be sayin'
No, no, no, no, no
When it's really
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
You'll be sayin'
No, no, no, no, no
When it's really
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Boy, I know you want me
I can see it in your eyes
But you keep on frontin'
Won't you say what's on your mind

'Cause each and every time you near me
You give me signs
But when I ask you, "What's the deal?"
You hold it all inside

If you wanna be with me
You gotta keep it real
Tell me what's goin' on
Tell me how you feel

'Cause boy I know you want me
Just as much as I want you
So come and get my love
It's all here for you

You'll be sayin'
No, no, no, no, no
When it's really
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
You'll be sayin'
No, no, no, no, no
When it's really
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

You'll be sayin'
No, no, no, no, no
When it's really
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
You'll be sayin'
No, no, no, no, no
When it's really
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

If you keep actin' this way
You're gonna lose my love
I ain't got no time to play
You better hurry up

'Cause every time I come around
And cruise around your way
I see you on the corner
But you don't know what to say

When I walk up to you baby
You seem so shy
What's the problem baby
Never had a girl like I

I can see right through you
And you know you wanna be mine
So get your act together
'Cause you're running out of time

You'll be sayin'
No, no, no, no, no
When it's really
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
You'll be sayin'
No, no, no, no, no
When it's really
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

You'll be sayin'
No, no, no, no, no
When it's really
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
You'll be sayin'
No, no, no, no, no
When it's really
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
You say, yes

You won't regret, I must confess
I'm really feelin' you
Anything you've ever wanted before
Is right here for you, for you

Don't worry what they say
Just bring you're love away
'Cause your friends can't do
What I can for you
I don't wanna hear you say

Baby tell me
Tell me, yes
Don't tell me, no

You'll be sayin'
No
When it's really
Yes
You'll be sayin'
No
When it's really
Yes

You'll be sayin'
No
When it's really
Yes
You'll be sayin'
No
When it's really
Yes

You'll be sayin'
No

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Cradle To The Grave - Lyrics - Thug Life: Vol. 1 - 2pac

Title: Cradle To The Grave
Album: Thug Life: Vol. 1
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Walter Burns, Diron Rivers, Tyruss Gerald Himes, Tupac Shakur, Maurice Harding

Lyric:
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy living in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy

June 16, 1971, mama gave birth
To a hell raisin' heavenly son
See the doctor tried to smack me
But I smacked him back

My first words were
"Thug for life" and "Papa pass the Mac"
I'm bustin' on these mothafuckas ballin'
Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'

From out the window of my drop top
I got my glock cocked
Bustin' at niggas when will it stop?
Now tell me are you scared of the dark?

Can't close my eyes I see visions
And even with this thug livin', will I escape prison ?
Penitentiary chances was an all day thang
The only way to advance and if you slang

Better have your Nikes on 'cause when we fight
It's in the middle of the night with no lights on
Hey, there must be a God 'cause I feel lucky
Paranoid out my mind, this mothafucka's tryin' to rush me

Am I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin'
Commin' out the court house all about my mail and bank
Never die, be a hustler mothafuckas and makin' thugs out you suckas
From the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave, since a little bitty child
I've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild
Pop, pop, just like the part that's in my walk with street talk
Go runnin' up the block in the dark with less spark

Surveillance on a nigga every day
Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away
Now Mama always workin', tryin' to make ends meet
So now a young niggas bein' raised by the streets

And then the only other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A straight thug, just me, my mama out here on our own
So I got two gatts, one black and one of chrome

Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine
It's all the fuck I got, so stop and walk a thin line
Young niggas be brave and keep on thuggin'
From the cradle to the grave, from the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say
I made it this far, many G's died hard
They know that got was their name here up on a wall
It's sad thinkin' about the times

Life goes on, I'm steady lost in this land
As the war zone I got no home
Don't have no friends neither
It's just me by my lonely so I married my Nina

I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho
Never leave home with out my sugar
I'm hafta plug a nigga
Mama told me not to trust no punks

And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me
Since then I been known
Sometimes I think my own self stupid
'Cause I stay shootin' at marks
Get twisted up in police reports

Since the cradle, I've been ungrateful
My first toy was a gun
I got sprung and learn to love weapons

But now I'm through with money
And through with street fame
Somebody peeled my cap
And put me in my grave

From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto

March 18th, that rainy day, my mama gave birth
To a baby boy, trapped in hell on earth
From day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb
Daddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum

I tried to cope loc but my family's broke
And my pocket's short so now I gotta sling dope
In a game filled with pain, it's a fuckin' shame
The white man got a mothafucka slingin' cane

So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on
Always in the spot with my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks
The shit don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops
I never flip flop, hear my glock cock thug till I drop

And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time
Sittin' on my bunk reminiscing about the good times
It's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt
But from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work

From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto

Time's movin' fast, will I last another day?
So I pray and I lay with my A-K
Did I sell my soul as a young kid?
All the things I did wishin' someone held me
But they never did

I can't take it, will I make it to my older age?
Before I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage
Lord, help me, guide me, save me
'Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me crazy

Do or die, nigga, pull the trigger don't give a fuck
You'd rather be in jail than get your ass bucked
Nobody cares, it's me against the world
Keepin' murder on my mind and my Tech-9

I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high then my mission is a walk-by
You'd better jet when I hit your set 'cause I'm commin'
Start runnin', yellin', "Evil mind", as I'm gunnin'

One in the chamber for the anger that I build inside
For the mothers that cried, for my homies that died
The beginning is an ending, am I just a slave
So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto

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How High (Part 2) - Lyrics - Method Man

Title: How High (Part 2)
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): E Sermon, C Smith, R Noble

Lyric:
Takin it from the top?
Tippy? Tippy?
How high?
The Ultimate high

'Scuse me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye
Who the fuck wanna die for their culture?
Stalk the dead body like a vulture

Tical get, blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga
Hell yes, 'Apocalypse Now', the gun blow
It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down

While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs

The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the Bombazee got me wild
Fuckin' with us is a straight suicide

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1, lyric at your door
Tical bring it to that ass raw
Breakin' all the rules like glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours

Fucka, we don't need no rap tour
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rapture
More than you bargained for
Tical, that stays open like an all night store

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
And end your existence, M-E-T
Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D

I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust
The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts
I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough

Your shit broke down, light your flare
Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood squares
6 million ways to die, so I chose
Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed

The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap
And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass
And yo my man, hit me now
(Tical)
Bitches use to play me, now they can't forget me now

Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock
Empty off a lickin' off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block
How you dope when you payed for your Billboard spot?

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the funk doctor spock smokin' Buddha on a train
How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick

Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick

'Til my man Raider Ruckus come home
It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home
Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone
We don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin' O

Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic
Bring the Pain lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic
Movin' on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin' dome piece
Plus I got no love for the beast

Hailin' from the big East Coast
Where niggaz pack toast
Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats
(Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block)
(You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped)
As I run around with a racist

My style was born in the 50 stair cases
Dig it, eff a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it

Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin' blunts an all day habit

I get it on like Smif'n'Wes
Punks take a sip and test
Who split your vest
The funk phenomenon

I'm bombin' you like Lebanon
Blow canals of Panama
Just off stamina
Styles not to be fucked with, or played with

Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those, Section A Bitches
Hittin' switches, twistin' wigs with
Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in your planets like Diga

Boo, scared you, blew you to smithereens
Fuck the marines, I got machines
To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine
I fly more heads than Continental

Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks
I breaks 'em up proppa

Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the tools like Rickle
To make your mind tickle

For the nine nickle
(Yo Red, yo Red)
Punk ass pussy ass
(You ain't gotta say no more man, that's it)
Word up Tical, we out
(It's over)

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Hate In Yo Eyes - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Hate In Yo Eyes
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Dedrick Rolison, Maurice Gibb, Andre Young, Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb

Lyric:
You can hear it bumpin' through the door
It's a party jumpin' on the floor
And from the way it sound, it ain't no doubt (What's up)
That the West coast is in your mouth

Yeah, yeah
It's all gravy, petty cash never fades me
So pour me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze me
I'm a hustler, gettin' cash like crazy
Hard grindin' pays me, work ethic is never lazy
Block hugger, the hood raised me
And she, won't be happy till she lays me
No, you never seem to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
'Cause my name sparkin' like a street king
'Cause I mixed the Hoo-Bang thing with the bling bling
A whole lot of haters out there, it seem
But I flip 'em all off and keep doin' my thing
I'm a boss about when I Inglewood swing
Rocked out from my ear down to my pinkie ring
Now ding-ding, let the bell ring
And if it's drama you want, then it's drama I bring, sing

It's me you wanna be, indeed
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me
But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Ha, ha, ha
I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Look, you local cats is just small potatoes
No names 'cause this addressed to all the haters
From the Wood, there is none greater
Mack the headliner and y'all are spectators
Remember ?Foe Life? I put the Wood in it
And looked out for you when your own hood didn't
And plus you forgot who was payin' your bills
Introduced you to the game and gave you a deal
For me good livin', y'all independently rhymin'
You got the hustle game backwards, you nickel and dimin'
Oh, hip-hop classics, I make 'em and got 'em
And your group, ain't been heard of past the bottoms
I can't go to my turf and mingle with my Gs
I got one word to say about that one (What?) ?Please?
Chicken hawks, y'all ain't worth a feather in my wing
And all this hatin' just let me know I'm doin' my thing, sing

It's me you wanna be, indeed
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me
But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Ha, ha, ha
I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Hoo-Bang, Hoo ride
All day, all night
Throw dubs up high
Westside foe life
Hoo-Bang, Hoo ride
All day, all night
Throw dubs up high
Westside foe life

Now tell me, is it the deuce-ones on the Bentley
The lowriders, the mansions, is that why you resent me
Smile in my face and act so friendly
Walk away with hate and a heart full of envy
Say bro, what part of the game is that
You got ways like a dame and how lame is that
Actin' like a groupie around famous cats
And it's strange, you don't have no shame in that
I got your card, playboy, but I ain't trippin'
You know me, I just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin'
Get dough by bunches, donatin' and tippin'
Let it ride on the Harley, and 6-4 dippin'
Stay real about my scrill if you know what I mean
I'm like a leprechaun, I want nothin' but green
Avoid the haters and for the party scene
Copped a rock from the D-R to make their heads ring, sing

It's me you wanna be, indeed
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me
But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Ha, ha, ha
I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

It's me you wanna be, indeed
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me
But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Ha, ha, ha
I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Mack 1-O, Hoo-Bangin' foe life
And it don't quit
Take a picture trick, yeah
Take a picture trick, yeah
It might make you rich
Westside riders, baby
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

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Independent Women Part I - Lyrics - #1's - Destiny'S Child

Title: Independent Women Part I
Album: #1's
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Beyonce Knowles, Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel J Barnes, Cory Rooney

Lyric:
Lucy Liu, with my girl, Drew
Cameron D and Destiny
Charlie's Angels, come on
Uh, uh, uh

Question, tell me what you think about me
I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings
Only ring your cell y when I'm feelin' lonely
When it's all over please get up and leave

Question, tell me how you feel about this
Try to control me, boy, you get dismissed
Pay my own fun, oh, and I pay my own bills
Always 50/50 in relationships

The shoes on my feet, I've bought it
The clothes I'm wearing, I've bought it
The rock I'm rockin', I've bought it
'Cause I depend on me if I want it

The watch you're wearin', I'll buy it
The house I live in, I've bought it
The car I'm driving, I've bought it
I depend on me, I depend on me

All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me

All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?
Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?

Tell me how you feel about this
Who would I want if I would wanna live?
I worked hard and sacrificed to get what I get
Ladies, it ain't easy bein' independent

Question, how'd you like this knowledge that I brought
Braggin' on that cash that he gave you is to front
If you're gonna brag, make sure it's your money you flaunt
Depend on no one else to give you what you want

The shoes on my feet, I've bought it
The clothes I'm wearing, I've bought it
The rock I'm rockin', I've bought it
'Cause I depend on me, if I want it

The watch you're wearin', I'll buy it
The house I live in, I've bought it
The car I'm driving, I've bought it
I depend on me, I depend on me

All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me

All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?
Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?

Destiny's child, wassup?
You in the house? Sure 'nuff
We'll break these people off Angel style

Child of destiny
Independent beauty
No one else can scare me
Charlie's Angels

Woah, all the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me

All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?
Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?

Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down

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Pussy Killz - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: Pussy Killz
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Chucky Thompson, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Crazy
Ah
Yo pussy kill me
Huh, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, huh, huh

Pussy kill me when I was born
Pardon me I rephrase it departed mommy wound decayin'
I look at the bright side, the fact that I got a life side
Born 73, September right Nas, true, Virgo child
The first thing I learned is money makes the world go round
On a small planet, it's 10 women to 1 man
I wonder how we managed
To say vows and walk a straight line in marriage

Niggas is some nasty creatures, bitches even nastier
They throw it at your boy and it?s hard for me to pass it up
Freaky ho's licken niggas ass and nuts
Stupid bitch bragen till her baby dad went nuts
And now were looking for me, 2 cars deep
Rollin' up on niggas Barrel out da window, asking you Nas peeps
I can't here dat 2 4 5 nigga grad at
Pass it to me sucker for love niggas I blast at

I swear my dick is gonna get me into trouble, I pissin' bubble
I thought I felt a sharp pain betta stick to rubbers
When lain, hooker after hooker down and day
Watch out for diseases, the doctors can't name 'em
Just a thought we all fuck the same chicks
Some play like they innocent
Fucken entertainers, and basket ball players
The bitch is a ho

But still some of ya'll will say ya put your dick in her dough
You?re just a nigger that life to her, she thought your crazy
Now your monkey ass want to shoot the pimp that pipes her
She had your baby, now you a lifa
The suicide note you write her, pussy killz

Oh, what a thrill inside a bitch feel
Gotta be strong and handle, it is real
Pussy killz
Mad shots keep a nigga open
Bitch have a nigga?s gun smoking
Pussy killz

Oh, what a thrill inside a bitch feel
Gotta be strong and handle, it is real
Pussy killz
Mad shots keep a nigga open
Bitch have a nigga?s gun smoking
Pussy killz

My nigga James got married same girl he went to school with
Nice girl, nerd with glasses, he was too stuck
Studied for her masters, part time nurse
I tell you how superb the ass is, but who?s looking
And I mean that?s my man, maybe I just took a peek
Maybe I wondered what it would be like, syke
'Cause James and me like, I was with A Z like
Luke and Han Solo, fuckin' with niggas girls, forbidden, that?s a no no

It?s death and we?re real niggas civilized guards
And there ain?t to many niggas like Nas I?m trust worthy
Plus I know a dude that caught his wife cheatin'
Killed his baby, killed his wife, and took his own life even
Happy for James 'cause real bitches hard to come by
This nigga found one, I told him he was lucky an clown something
Rollin' up duckies while watching Roy Jones in round one
He froze put his to the TV about an inch close

Move outa the way nigga what the fuck the matter with you, you blind
He pointed to the front row, thought he was losing his mind
She was supposed to be with her sick mother
Left for the weekend, stress when she was leaving
Now she next to some nigga cheesin'

He?s having trouble breathing

He pictured them making noises, grindin' 'em and kissin' 'em
Yellin', ain?t no telling where her lips have bin
Left her foul messages, she came home no lesser then
Ten minutes later and they start wrestling, and screamin'
She said she missed her flight that evening
She never left, she wasn?t at the fight u speakin'
That?s Vegas this is New York you bugin'
I held up my hand for dat, but he wouldn?t touch it

I'm like when u started actin' like that, this is dumbness
Gave me a crazy look and started swingin' punches
I ducked couldn?t believe it, the niggas so wet
He got his gad and started squeezin', hit two police men
Neighbors dialed 911 they heard the thumpin'
Wounded cops kicked in the door and started dumpin'
Me and his wife hit to the floor she smelt strange
My comrade was breathing no more they killed James

Oh, what a thrill inside a bitch feel
Gotta be strong and handle, it is real
Pussy killz
Mad shots keep a nigga open
Bitch have a nigga?s gun smoking
Pussy killz

Oh, what a thrill inside a bitch feel
Gotta be strong and handle, it is real
Pussy killz
Mad shots keep a nigga open
Bitch have a nigga?s gun smoking
Pussy killz

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