With You (Snippet) - Lyrics - Chris Brown

Title: With You (Snippet)
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Espen Lind, Johnata M Austin, Amund Bjorklund, Mikkel Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen

Lyric:
I need you, boo, I gotta see you, boo
And the hearts all over the world tonight
Said the hearts all over the world tonight
And I need you, boo, I gotta see you, boo
And the hearts all over the world tonight
Said the hearts all over the world tonight

Hey, little mama, ooh, you're a stunner
Hot little figure, yes, you a winner
And I'm so glad to be yours
You're a class all your own

And, ooh, little cutie, when you talk to me
I swear the whole world stops, you're my sweetheart
And I'm so glad that you?re mine
You are one of a kind

And you mean to me what I mean to you
And together, baby, there is nothing we won't do
?Cause if I got you I don't need money
I don't need cars, girl, you're my all

And, oh, I'm into you
And, girl, no one else would do
?Cause with every kiss and every hug
You make me fall in love

And now I know I can be the only one
I bet it?s hearts all over the world tonight
With the love of their life
Who feel what I feel when I'm

With you, with you, with you
With you, with you, girl
With you, with you, with you
With you, with you, oh girl

I don't want nobody else
Without you there?s no one left and
You're like Jordans on Saturday
I gotta have you and I can not wait now

Hey, little shorty, say you care for me
You know I care for you, you know that I'll be true
You know that I won't lie, you know that I will try
To be your everything

?Cause if I got you I don't need money
I don't need cars, girl, you're my all

And, oh, I'm into you
And, girl, no one else would do
?Cause with every kiss and every hug
You make me fall in love

And now I know I can be the only one
I bet it?s hearts all over the world tonight
With the love of their life
Who feel what I feel when I'm

With you, with you, with you
With you, with you, oh
With you, with you, with you
With you, with you, yeah

And I will never try to deny
That you are my whole life
?Cause if you ever let me go I would die
So I won't front

I don't need another woman
I just need your all or nothing
?Cause if I got that then I'll be straight
Baby, you're the best part of my day

I need you, boo, I gotta see you, boo
And the hearts all over the world tonight
Said the hearts all over the world tonight
They need their boo, I gotta see you, boo
And the hearts all over the world tonight
Said the hearts all over the world tonight

And, oh, I'm into you
And, girl, no one else would do
?Cause with every kiss and every hug
You make me fall in love

And now I know I can be the only one
I bet it?s hearts all over the world tonight
With the love of their life
Who feel what I feel when I'm

With you, with you, with you
With you, with you, girl
With you, with you, with you
With you, with you, oh

With you, with you, with you
With you, with you, with you
With you, with you, with you
With you, with you, yeah

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Play Iv Keeps - Lyrics - Tical 2000 Judgementday - Method Man

Title: Play Iv Keeps
Album: Tical 2000 Judgementday
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Patrick Charles, Jason Hunter, Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita, Clifford Smith

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Lyric:
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
One time, yo

Never liked son from day one, bring you tool
That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass
Who care where you came from, you ain't prepared
For when the pain come, this nigga's scared, shook to death

From a cold stare, stunnin', knowin' my brothers fiend
To do you somethin' over here, we head huntin'
In the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin'
I smash pumpkins, hard rock be in the cafe

Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us
The last days, makin' sure I get the last say
In the food chain, is you predator or prey?
If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back

Crack your vertebrae, lookin' for a better way
To get my point across, thoughts accelerate at the same speed
Of the murder rate, Lord, never perpetrate a fraud
'Til my nigga Carlton Fisk see the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth

Life's a snippet, one way ticket
Time tickin' fast, blink you might miss it
Semen on street shit, you might catch fifty stitches
Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches

I play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet
My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete
Evident, killa hill, resident, double dart agent
Secret, intelligent, my rap style's flagrant

Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze
Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for keeps
In the city that you never sleep, pay attention
Ain't no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down

I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland
One hand holds the head of the last brave man
Made man, Cuban link chain of command
Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand

My live team turn the club to a crime scene
High beams flash, promoters die behind cream
Get your face blown, might face the chrome
We take this more serious than just a poem

I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent
About the foul shit goin' on in my life, current event
It's evident I smoke cigarette down to Brownsville
Thinkin' to myself, how many lives must my pound kill?

Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase
Hemmed by Jake, worryin' who might turn state's
So I chill, put my killa niggaz on the battlefield
On the low plottin' silent murderer, never doubt still

Never follow beef, hey, beef follow me
Wanna settle it in the court? I say settle it in the streets
Like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it
Now you dry snitchin', because you got knocked with it
I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute
Stash my dough secure the funds of profit

Yo, extreme rhyme niggaz, you wastin' your time
Fuckin' with my niggaz, extraordinary line swishin'
Your mind out position, tryin' to figure this shit
Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this

Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song
Doin' this for too long, to not come strong
You're only a pawn of viet dong
Tryin' to form against mines, you musta just been born

Secluded on a distant farm, this is the real world
Where niggaz get shot and shanked, where there's tremendous pain
You get your frame inflamed crushed to dust by the next man's clutch
It's infamous you fucks, intense bad luck

Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze
Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for Keeps
In the city that you never sleep, pay attention
Ain't no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down
Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready
For a war here, fuck peace, what?

Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze
Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for keeps
In the city that you never sleep, pay attention
Ain't no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down
Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready
For a war here, fuck peace, peace

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One, two
More two
Check one, two

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No More Worries - Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

Title: No More Worries
Artist: Del The Funky Homosapien
Composer(s): A-Plus Adam Ryan Carter, Casual Teren Delvon Jones, Duane Lee, Damian Siguenza

Lyric:
You don't have to worry any longer
Yo, wait a damn minute
Listen to the way the man spin it
Even with improper diction
I split in and gets ends

I'm lettin' suckas know
I'm fin ta buck a bro
The nigga figga he can dust a pro
'Fessional I test a fool
I get a tool and beat him wit it
He didn't see me wit it

And this is what I'ma do, tie the crime to you
Niggas need to find a new rhyme to do
I remember when I used to grind a few
Indo sacks at my wack Sr. High School

But I told the Dean, "Bye, fool"
I graduated, he was a man I hated
And I'm glad I made it, Hie-ro, I know, you know
Fools know that my crew's so phat
If niggas try to jack then I know they got my back
A-Plus must bust the wack

I'm fed up with the wackness and this weak shit
So peep the style and learn how to freak shit
I hope ya learn how ta cope
By the time you peep this shit here
I'll be three times doper

Yeah, this is for the trendy G's
To ya bitches and High School enemies
All the hoes shoot me to the left and shit
'Cause my financial state was on deficit

But I really didn't trip, now I'm livin' phatter
And then niggas don't matter
A lot a rappers try frontin' on me
Bet they ain't got nuttin' on me
And ain't no way that buck can harm me

I turn the mouths of MC's into molecules
Niggas locked onto me like my follicles
I swallow fools with no regurgitation
We hurt ya face, men when ya placed in my path

I bust asses, ya slow like molasses
As this continues then you know the fastest
Computing, looting, I gets the root of things
Bitches with problems, I leave ya jaw numb

I slap hoes, my rap goes along
With the flow of the song as I flow on the bong
I use Jedi mind tricks to find tricks, bind tricks
Tie them up then I try and fuck

Then they die and what do I care?
I dare hoes and prepare flows
'Cause I never spare those lives
Who strives with knives and slice
I paralyze ya twice with fear
Del is nice to your ears

Not of hardest, artists going far jack off from Jupiter
Because I'm shooting for the stars
I'm a mack, never come wack
Gimme a 30 second snippet I'll rip it because the shit gets deeper

Creep ya ass as the floor rocks
We got the beat hittin' hard like four cops
Shorts out my last record
I write my rhymes nekkid, let me give you a tip
I'm on the balls so just expect it

My rep gets phatter thinkin' about those kids
They tried to step and got fucked like they momma did
By the Mr. Mostskill, I did ya hoe, still
She's askin' for waxin' 'cause she heard a hoe squeal

Hoes, I'm getting more plays than Showtime
The demon got ya screamin' with no shine
No time for regular run of the the mill
I'm packin' with steel boy soldiers
Never no more the soul soldier

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