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Saturday, August 14, 2010

N-Noreaga - You Can'T Kill Me - Lyrics - The Reunion - Capone

Title: N-Noreaga - You Can'T Kill Me
Album: The Reunion
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): Victor Santiago, K Holley, Damon Blackmon

Lyric:
We put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights servin'
It's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

We got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

Now what I stands for I rise for, my man's who I die for
Blows frontline in the war, despise law
I'm built to be guilty, filthy, dirty, rich
Niggaz wanna kill me 'fore I'm thirty-six

Stop my lifeline, I'm tryin' to hundred thousand dollar car
And ice mine, predicate felon, lifetime
Consecutive cases, no respect for racists, haters hate this
Hope to trade places, and piss where my grave is

I lay this down, I blaze this pound I'ma say this now
Fuck around and I'ma chastise, you ain't that wise, I'm out to capitalize
My cap size is nine milli, leave you slumpin' back in your ride
My hood sit on bloody acres, parallel to my maker

I squeeze vertical a fiend I'm servin' you
What dirt'll do to virginal niggaz, is get 'em kilt
Filled with hot lead, but not by the feds, who wanna see me dead?

You can't kill, me, we put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
You can't kill me, it's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

You can't kill me, we got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't kill me, you can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

I can't believe what I saw, through the eyes of the corner
I had warrants on each name, aliases in each state
I got caught, what the hell did I thought?
Turkey bacon or turkey ham, it's pork

It's the same thing, you should look how I walk
The gun make me lean to the left, I saw it and repped
Look for the moment to step, Mo-e' I'm wet
The judge know I caught a nigga and I beat him to death

But it's okay, I go jet ski in the Bay
Away from New York and go lay up in L.A.
I know intelligent niggaz that move dough
Leave out of the hood and lose all of they shit

Well, I don't lose nuttin', I learned how to mix with other cultures
Other vultures, niggaz know I leave my path
Kneeds the math, it's good like the Haitian hash
It's amazin', you know my nigga Maze won't crash, it go

You can't kill, me, we put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
You can't kill me, it's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

You can't kill me, we got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't kill me, you can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

As long as blood in my vein flows, niggaz gon' hate
Wish on my death date, give my description, to the plain clothes
Rely on my fate, remain cold
Like lost souls to the crossroads, guns I been bought those

I'm a legend, only if Lord knows
You can't kill me and place me in Potter's Field
Y'all niggaz not as real
I predict that I'ma die squeezin', thug it through the five seasons

I place my trust in the heat, my higher bein'
You cannot kill me or have me leanin' slumped on a project gate
With one in my stomach, barely breathin'
My mom's grievin', my wife cryin', my kid's a bastard

I bust iron, fuck livin' or dyin'
Fools who work out get tight caskets
Niggaz who merk out when I spray crash kid
That's the way that I'm on it

You can't kill, me, we put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
You can't kill me, it's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

You can't kill me, we got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't kill me, you can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

You can't kill, me, we put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
You can't kill me, it's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

You can't kill me, we got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't kill me, you can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

You can't kill, me, we put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
You can't kill me, it's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

You can't kill me, we got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't kill me, you can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Immortal - Lyrics - Insomniac's Dream - Adema

Title: Immortal
Album: Insomniac's Dream
Artist: Adema
Composer(s): Dave Deroo, Tim Flucky, Kris Kohlslaw, Mark Chavez, Mike Ransom

Lyric:
Let's fight

We're face to face
Loyalty is what I need to see from you
You're insecure
I can see the fear that breeds in your heart

Where will you run? Where will you hide?
I see the blood drip from your eyes
Who will survive? Let's get it on and we'll fight

I know who you are the leader of lost souls
You can't kill me I'm immortal
I'm not afraid to die my soul will travel on
You can't kill me I'm immortal immortal immortal

I need the rush
There's nowhere you could hide before you die
Why won't you face me?
I can see the fear that's in your eyes

Where will you run? Where will you hide?
I see the blood drip from your eyes
Who will survive? Let's get it on and we'll fight

I know who you are the leader of lost souls
You can't kill me I'm immortal
I'm not afraid to die my soul will travel on
You can't kill me I'm immortal

I know who you are the leader of lost souls
You can't kill me I'm immortal
I'm not afraid to die my soul will travel on
You can't kill me I'm immortal

Where will you run? Where will you hide?
Where will you run? Where will you hide?
Let's fight

I know who you are the leader of lost souls
You can't kill me I'm immortal
I'm not afraid to die my soul will travel on
You can't kill me I'm immortal

I know who you are the leader of lost souls
You can't kill me I'm immortal
I'm not afraid to die my soul will travel on
You can't kill me I'm immortal

You can't kill me, immortal
You can't kill me, immortal
You can't kill me, immortal
You can't kill me

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Not Die'N - Lyrics - Sticky Fingaz

Title: Not Die'N
Artist: Sticky Fingaz
Composer(s): Anthony Hester, Kirk Jones, Ed Hinson

Lyric:
If it wasn't for Kool Herc, hip hop wouldn't be created
That's bullshit, I would of created it tens years later
Niggas acting up till the guns is heard
I don't hear you poppin' shit now, mums the word

And all you rapping niggas, what, that's all you got
Think you a thug now you doing songs with Pac
Gotta bullet in my stomach doctors scared to remove it
And 25 stitches above my dick to prove it

But I can't die, so I don't wear no vest
I'm like super nigga, gotta SF on my chest
Nigga I'll take a automatic and play Russian roulette
Just to collect, life is short expect my death

Told you once, told you twice
This is the last time you can bop give me a flat line
Even if I bleed to death I can't die
Not even if I fell from ten stories high
Yo, I'ma rule the underground or get shot trying
No matter how many times I get hit with the hot iron

I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n
I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n

I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n
I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n

I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n
I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n

I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n
I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n

I tried everything swallowed pills slit my wrist
Made my own brother shoot me, X-1 fuckin' missed
Tried to paint the walls with my brain but the gun jammed
At my first shoot out, I stayed everyone ran

I want it raw, and more than ten different women
Locked myself in the garage with the Benz runnin'
As a kid, they had to watch me carefully
Tried to put the blow dryer in the bath with me

Everywhere I go, I hear voices, who calling me
Doc said my brain damaged but I don't see nothing wrong with me
Maybe that's why half the industry won't do a song with me
I walked amongst the dead, talked to punks with lead
An eye for an eye, we can all go blind

All you niggas talking about you ain't scared to die
I feel nigga, 'cause I ain't scared to kill you nigga what
I'ma rule the underground or get shot trying
No matter how many times I get hit with the hot iron

I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n
I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n

I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n
I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n

I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n
I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n

I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n
I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n

You can't kill me
You can't kill me
You can't kill me
You can't kill me

You can't kill me
You can't kill me
You can't kill me
You can't kill me

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Help Me - Lyrics - Exclusive - Chris Brown

Title: Help Me
Album: Exclusive
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Steven L Russell, Robin Tadross, Damon E Thomas, James Fauntleroy, Harvey William Jr Mason

Lyric:
You look so good, I can?t believe it
I'm out my mind, I shouldn?t be
But oh, women like you steal my control
Seen [Incomprehensible]
Come on, girl, don't be scared now, baby

Help me, help me, help me
I want you to help me, help me, help me
I can?t stop myself, you?re actin? lovely
I wanna have you screamin?, love you roughly

I need a little bit of help
You bringin? your body down
Whenever I take them out
I end up takin? them down

Can you help me, help me, help me?
Shoot me or somethin?
Now help me, help me, help me
Kill me or somethin'

Help me here, so alone good, I got a problem
I?m out of my mind over your body
But, oh, women like you steal my control
Seen [Incomprehensible]
Come on, girl, don't be scared now, baby

Help me, help me, help me
I want you to help me, help me, help me
I can?t stop myself, you?re actin? lovely
I wanna have you screamin?, love you roughly

I need a little bit of help
You bringin? your body down
Whenever I take them out
I end up takin? them down

Can you help me, help me, help me?
Shoot me or somethin?
Now help me, help me, help me
Kill me or somethin'

Won't you help me ?cause I can?t leave it alone
I can?t stop it ?cause every time I get it alone I gotta pop it
It's like that I be feelin? too grown, I'm feenin?
I be club hoppin?, tryin? to get somethin? poppin?

And I when I get her alone I really know what I'm on
And I ain't tryna be good so I?m gon? let you know
It?s like, whoa, I need help tryna get it this under control

Help me, help me, help me
I want you to help me, help me, help me
I can?t stop myself, you?re actin? lovely
I wanna have you screamin?, love you roughly

I need a little bit of help
You bringin? your body down
Whenever I take them out
I end up takin? them down

Can you help me, help me, help me?
Shoot me or somethin?
Now help me, help me, help me
Kill me or somethin'

Help me, help me, help me
I want you to help me, help me, help me
I can?t stop myself, you?re actin? lovely
I wanna have you screamin?, love you roughly

I need a little bit of help
You bringin? your body down
Whenever I take them out
I end up takin? them down

Can you help me, help me, help me?
Shoot me or somethin?
Now help me, help me, help me
Kill me or something
I need

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Kill Yourself - Lyrics - Shock Value - Timbaland

Title: Kill Yourself
Album: Shock Value
Artist: Timbaland
Composer(s): Timothy Clayton, Garland Mosley, Tim Mosley

Lyric:
Get out, get out, you can't be in here
You have to get out.
I implore you, please, please
You're all going to die down here

It's life or death, either one
The king is back to heat and run
I piss and take a shit on your beat for fun
I killed the game, I ain't even use a gun

Who better than me? Don't make me laugh
I run this shit, babe just chase my ass
I ain't talkin' shit nigga just tellin' the facts
I think all the tracks I'm hearin' from niggas is whack

I be hearin' this niggas, what they say in their rimes
I took my spot, nobody gave me mine
I make the beats, that "Boom Boom Boom" in their trunks
You disagree homie then go on in the junk

You can pump your gun, you can say what you want
That's all you gon' do 'cause you niggas is punk
I'm number one, you ain't number shit
When they need a hit, who do they come to get, talk to me

If you got love for me I got love for you
If you won't fuck with me I won't fuck with you
We can do it however you wanna do
Nigga if you won't fuck with me I won't fuck with you

Go 'head
Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, go kill yourself
Kill yourself, kill yourself
If I was you I wouldn't feel myself

Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, go kill yourself
Kill yourself, kill yourself
If I was you I wouldn't feel myself

I'm tired of niggas, niggas is tired
You ain't a G, I see bitch in your eyes
If you're close to me, you're supposed to be
But most you rap niggas is hoes to me

Wherever you from, the question I ask
Is do you think I give a fuck, belittle me that
'Cause you in my hood and you dump into hell and back
This sinister shit, to hell with that

I seen them come, I seen them go
I doubt if you can show me something I ain't seen before
Who's supposed to be in charge, I need to know
When I shake your hand, I'ma step on your toe

Go get your gun, go get your clique
I'ma be right here chillin' with your bitch
You mad at me 'cause I'm getting' rich?
Put the pistol to your head and enter the clip, fuck nigga

If you got love for me I got love for you
If you won't fuck with me I won't fuck with you
We can do it however you wanna do
Nigga if you won't fuck with me I won't fuck with you

Go 'head
Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, go kill yourself
Kill yourself, kill yourself
If I was you I wouldn't feel myself

Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, go kill yourself
Kill yourself, kill yourself
If I was you I wouldn't feel myself

See my heart, feel my pain
Some is stars, some is lames
How they follow little trans to get they fame
I ain't snap my damn fingers to get in the game

You claim you rich, show me son
If you got so many dollars then owe me one
Fools think they're killers they own a gun
When you know you bought a suit it's a honey bun

Trashy broads, final bar
Like you tattooed your frontnin' heart
VIP bands don't make you a star
Like we really still don't know who the fuck you are

Don't talk behind my back, just call me nigga
Move my heart to the side, make room to forgive ya
If you still wanna hang, we'll come to get ya
Put the rope around your neck, jump my nigga

You're all going to die down here
Get out get out, you can't be in here
You're all going to die down here

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Can'T Tell Me Shit - Lyrics - Celly Cel

Title: Can'T Tell Me Shit
Artist: Celly Cel
Composer(s): Kenneth Darnell Franklin, Marceles Mccarver

Lyric:
Yeah, you got Celly Cel back in this muthafucka
Once again, you know 'bout to drop this soul playa shit on y'all
You know, nothin' but that realness, can ya feel this though?
Yeah, gonna ride wit' ya nigga 'cuz it's goin' down

They say break yo'self or make yo'self
So I said fuck it, bought a glock so I could take myself
Through all this soft shit, a nigga face as a youngsta
Loc'ed ass niggas made that hillside a monster

O.G.'s hoopin' at the school house and shootin' dice
In and out the pen, real niggas find nothin' nice
Made this hog hit the brew, made me hit the weed
Eatin' at the ho house, moms know a nigga kill

Go to my room, sleep off my high and hit the door
Tellin' myself, "I ain't smokin' weed no more"
But you know them lies as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo and Clyde smokin' dank till the sun rise

Walk into the school house, Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool to kiss and tell and spread rumors
Boxin' toe to toe and everybody in a circle
Sockin' muthafuckas 'til they eyes turn purple

Ain't no set trippin', no jumpin', it's just one on one
Fools throwin' thangs to the end, back then it was fun
No gunshots, no need to hit the floor but after school
The whole city lookin' up and will support through

To see a little league, a Babe Ruth baseball game
Niggas was down there cuttin' up or throwin' thangs
Chasin' five off for hot dogs and fries bitch
But back then, you still couldn't tell a nigga shit

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Got a little older now, the park is a joke
'Cause all the ball players out there slangin' dope
Some of my niggas is on grimmies, but I didn't slip
Ain't that a bitch? You can't tell a nigga shit

So I mind my own, find my home, now I'm in the zone
Behind farmers in the alley, gettin' money on
Had ten dollars and J.B. gave me the other ten
Bought a breakdown, now I'm goin' with the wind

Brakes with the colors, has ounces and Q.P.'s
The half keys, now I'm sellin' weight to the G's
Hit Oxford Street, spent a grip, now I'm ready to go
To Hogan Hoctors, it be bitches at the talent show

And for all and hoop games had hoes
Hilail and Hogie, you know it was on fo' sho'
Reece assists and Redge with the Toma hawked up
Then the whole town mobbin' down to the waterfront

Niggas in Granadas, Cougars and Mustangs, Stars and Volvos
Nobody fuckin' with them girl thangs
Me, G-Roc, J.B. and Lil' C.Mo. puffin' on indo
Splittin' 4 double O. Z.'s

Young G's tryin' to live
And when they shut the ship door, we goin' under the bridge
Gettin' whiplashed from the brake gas mash and dip
'Cause back then you couldn't tell a nigga shit

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Made it to a G but ain't no love in my city
Now we set trippin', all these fools actin' shitty
Niggas wanna reel me in but didn't know
When you fuckin' wit the big fish, you fuckin' wit a funeral

No more toe to toe, H.K. forty fours
Now what they know about the mutha fuckin' murda shows
Strap on my right hand side, in the bay area
Shit is gettin' scarier, niggas are barrier

Fuck the bird, I'm the nigga bailin' too early
Trigga happy nigga wit a head fulla Shirlies on
Christian brothas in chasin' it was splits
Or drinkin' hurricanes wit my niggas in da click

So deep, I can't call it spend about a million dollars
At the liquor store, I'm just an alcoholic
Forty water and legit put me on the map
Got my foot in the door, now I'm givin' up dank

Sick wit his last job, my nine to five
The shit I used to dream about is how I survive
Lifestyle of a mack, funk for life, some heat for yo' azz
Them Killa Kali niggas blast and smash

Without a murda weapon or a witness
Too many niggas in yo' car, risky business
They turn snitches
Break down and have the Po-Po's at yo' front door

And all real niggas know
Who rides sucka free on the solo
When you empty the clip
They can't tell a nigga shit

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Kill You - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Kill You
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Melvin Bradford, Andre Young

Lyric:
When I was just a little baby boy
My Mama used to tell me these crazy things
She used to tell me my Daddy was an evil man
She used to tell me he hated me
But then I got a little bit older
And I realized, she was the crazy one
But there was nothin' I could do or say to try to change it
'Cause that's just the way she was

They said I can't rap about bein' broke no more
They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more
Slut, you think I won't choke no whore
Till the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?
These motherfuckers are thinkin', I'm playin'
Thinkin I'm sayin' this shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin' it
Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you
I'ma pull you to this bullet and put it through you
Shut up slut, you're causin' too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma?

Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore
Snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?
You god damn right bitch and now it's too late
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happened in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
Vain Vicadin, vrinnn vrinnn vrinnn
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
Danglin' from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts

Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls neither, you ain't nuttin' but a slut to me
Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef
You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said
But when they kill me I'm bringin' the world with me
Bitches too! You ain't nuttin' but a girl to me
I said, "You don't, wanna fuck with Shady
('Cause why?)
'Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you"
I said, "You don't, wanna fuck with Shady
(Why?)
'Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you"

Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you
In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
Fuck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up
I'm tryin' to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em
I ain't 'Acid Rap' but I rap on acid
Got a new blow up doll and just had a strap on added
Whoops! Is that a subliminal hint? No!
Just criminal intent to sodomize women again
Eminem offend? No! Eminem'll insult
And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse
To do it again, then, if he does it again

You'll probably end up jumpin' out of somethin' up on the tenth
Bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus
I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times
In a tub but that's normal' ain't it Norman?
Serial killer hidin' murder material
In a cereal box on top of your stereo
Here we go again, we're out of our medicine
Out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in

Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls neither, you ain't nuttin' but a slut to me
Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef
You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said
But when they kill me I'm bringin' the world with me
Bitches too! You ain't nuttin' but a girl to me
I said, "You don't, wanna fuck with Shady
('Cause why?)
'Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you"
I said, "You don't, wanna fuck with Shady
(Why?)
'Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you"

Know why I say these things?
'Cause lady's screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams
And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
This eighty G's a week to say the same things threece
Twice? Whatever, I hate these things
Fuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks
Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows
Just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?
Fuck that! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer
From fat bitch to all seventy-thousand pounds of her
From principal to the student body and counselor

From in school to before school to out of school
I don't even believe in breathin', I'm leavin' air in your lungs
Just to hear you keep screamin' for me to seep it
Okay, I'm ready to go play, I got machete from O.J.
I'm ready to make everyone's throats ache
You faggots keep eggin' me on
Till I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?
Shut up! Give me your hands and feet
I said, "Shut up", when I'm talkin' to you
You hear me? Answer me

Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls neither, you ain't nuttin' but a slut to me
Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef
You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said
But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me
Bitches too! You ain't nuttin' but a girl to me
Bitch I'ma kill you!
I said, "You don't, wanna fuck with Shady
('Cause why?)
'Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you"
I said, "You don't, wanna fuck with Shady
(Why not?)
'Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you"

I'm just playin' ladies
You know I love you

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

You Can'T Kill Me - Lyrics - Hip Hop Is Dead - Nas

Title: You Can'T Kill Me
Album: Hip Hop Is Dead
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): L Lewis, West, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all, New York City
Tryna to see where I'ma go tonight
The most famous town in the whole fuckin' world
The other night, nigga's at Lotus

I hit P and them I was Dom P'ed up in there
You know but I found this new spot
We went to the other night, yo
Check it out check it out how it went

It was just cool like, smooth night wit' my jewels bright
Goons left goons right, coupe wit' blue lights
Bad girls in black pearls, gave us cat calls
Took 'em back to the crib to break they ass off

In the loft mixin' hash and 'dro
Honey spreaded that asshole like a wide mouth bass
Sippin' wine out the glass, Teddy Pendergrass blast
When the phone ring, the house lights flash

Turned down the sound, let's get down to bidness
Shit about to go down wit' some foul niggaz
What the voice said, "What up pop? Who want it?"
I put the guap up, get the boy popped

He say, "Son stop, it's dudes you feedin'
Who feedin' other dudes, but they really not eatin'"
Dog, why you callin' me? This our food
You, handle the mouths that it trickles down to

Niggaz want beef, I want some of that cow too
But I'm in my princely robe, simply rich
Don't bother me wit' silly shit, call Rico
He said, "It is Rico, of all people?

Gave his moms furs, called up the mayor
To get his crime pardoned, his son's godfather
Said the nigga shot up my cars
Last night he laid for me to come out my doors?

Niggaz always on that bullshit
To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip
Niggaz always on that bullshit
Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit

Niggaz always on that bullshit
To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip
Niggaz always on that bullshit
Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
You can't kill me

High, fly, send a fella loaf or glass?
Fold up cash, you ain't heard the soldier's half
You speakin' hogwash, silly shit, broke to dash
I got the live sparked, Phillies lit, smoker's jacket on

The son of a Cap-ricorn, my dad's a don
What you think that he spawned? A slacker? Nah
Packed the nines, yo this nigga's asinine
Smack ya mom, relaxed and calm, then mack ya mom

In a casket, you'll get ya fashion on
You'll be in a suit and tie, you'll die
You'll make maggots turn to flies, fuckin' wit' Nas
Remember anyone can get it at anytime

Lames'll swear by ya name, when they lie
Get hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are
So tell me how yo' ass gon' run
From a C Z P O 1?

In the midst of real steel movers, you a loser
Merk you wit'cha own shooters
All you want is a name, pissed and insane
My security system, my playspot a fireplace, listen

Then it goin' off, start spittin'
Niggaz try to bring it where I live in
Trustin' you, knew where all of the cribs at
So we waited wit' the cigs blat, blat, blat

Niggaz always on that bullshit
To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip
Niggaz always on that bullshit
Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit

Niggaz always on that bullshit
To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip
Niggaz always on that bullshit
Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
You can't kill me

You can't kill me
You can't kill me
You can't kill me

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Here Is Something You Can'T Understand - Lyrics - Stoned Raiders - Cypress Hill

Title: Here Is Something You Can'T Understand
Album: Stoned Raiders
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Lawrence Muggerud, Ricardo Brown, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
Yeah bitch
Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers
What you think about that?
You brother's don't got it
B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle
My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle
Relax by the kizzle
An' go get us a couple hizzles
You dizzles
Yeah with muggs
What it is
SEN dog
Keep it real gangster
Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?

Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on
Before things start to happen and I lose my calm
'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup
(Yeah)
Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck
Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!

But niggas wanna do shit to make me react
So "Insane in the brain", let it rain on a bitch nigga
Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga
You can't feel me without the braile
I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale
Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much
But really what they saw was me and Kurupt

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries
You gotta be real like me and B-Real
See you shoot, you ride but we kill
Concentrate unloadin' our steel
Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will
Riding on niggas when the may am spills
Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal

Hamlet and unmanageable
What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table
I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels
Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by
Paranoid, we drive by till we die
You niggas don't really know shit
I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch

Here is something that they just don't get
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit
Here is something that they just don't know
Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga

Here is something that they just don't get
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit
Here is something that they just don't know
Back to fo, creepin' through the back door
I just dope blast 'em

'Cuz I ain't finished yet
I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet
We're like a pack of panorama
In your Soul Assessino
Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama
East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride
Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high
'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip
Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip

I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang
With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs
Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business
Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness
Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen
Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches
That's what you get when you fuck with the Real
Hardcore Nigga said, "Pack That Steel"

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans
Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces
The "I Don't Give A Fuck" committee's just arrived
With millis and fifty-fives
Homicidally, I've seperated the busters
Blasted the snitches, broke the switches
Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches
Stole the riches, booked the bitches
Like fuck ya asses, nigga

Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge
We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head
While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock
Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?
While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town
And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down
Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'
In the silver stack in the parkin' lot
With the handle cocked

Here is something, that I think you just can't understand
How I could just kill a man!
And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man
How I could just kill a man!
You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real
How I could just kill a man!
And if you think you wanna come and test me
Then come deal with my steel
How I could just kill a man!

Here is something, that I think you just can't understand
And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man
You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real
And if you think you wanna come and test me
Then come deal with my steel

You just don't understand
How I could just, kill a man
(Yeah)
La la la la, la la la la la

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Take Me On The Floor - Lyrics - Hook Me Up - Veronicas

Title: Take Me On The Floor
Album: Hook Me Up
Artist: Veronicas
Composer(s): Tobias Martin Gad, Jessica Origliasso, Lisa Origliasso

Lyric:
The lights are out and I barely know you
We?re going up and the place is slowing down
I knew you?d come around
You captivated me, something about you has got me
I was lonely now you make me feel alive
Will you be mine tonight?

Take me on the floor, I can?t take it any more
I want you, I want you, I want you to show me love
Just take me on the floor, I can give you more
You kill me, you kill me, you kill me with your touch

My heart is racing as you?re moving closer
You take me higher with every breath I take
Would it be wrong to stay?
One look at you and I know what you?re thinking
Time?s a bitch and my heart is sinking down
You turn me inside out

Take me on the floor, I can?t take it any more
I want you, I want you, I want you to show me love
Just take me on the floor, I can give you more
You kill me, you kill me, you kill me with your touch

I wanna kiss a girl
I wanna kiss a girl
I wanna kiss a boy
I wanna

I wanna kiss a girl
(Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya)
I wanna kiss a girl
(Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya)
I wanna kiss a boy
(Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya)
I wanna kiss a, kiss a, kiss a

Take me on the floor, I can?t take it any more
I want you, I want you, I want you to show me love
Just take me on the floor, I can give you more
You kill me, you kill me, you kill me with your touch

Take me on the floor, I can?t take it any more
I want you, I want you, I want you to show me love
Just take me on the floor, I can give you more
You kill me, you kill me, please don't stop

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Criminal - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Criminal
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers, Jeff Bass

Lyric:
A lot of people ask me stupid fuckin' questions
A lot of people think that what I say on records
Or what I talk about on a record
That I actually do it in real life or that I believe in it
Or if I say that I wanna kill somebody, that
I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it
Well, shit if you believe that then I'll kill you
You know why? 'Cuz I'm a

Criminal
Criminal
You goddamn right
I'm a criminal
Yeah, I'm a criminal

My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
That'll stab you in the head whether you're a fag or lez
Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress, hate fags? The answer's, "Yes"
Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic
Starin' at my jeans, watchin' my genitals bulgin'
That's my motherfuckin' balls, you'd better let go of 'em
They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get a hold of 'em

Hey, it's me, Versace
Whops, somebody shot me!
And I was just checkin' the mail
Get it? Checkin' the 'male'?
How many records you expectin' to sell
After your second LP sends you directly to jail?
C'mon, relax guy, I like gay men
Right, Ken? Give me an Amen
Amen
Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons

Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital
Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can't reach me, my mom can't neither
You can't teach me a goddamn thing
'Cause I watch TV and Comcast cable
And you ain't able to stop these thoughts
You can't stop me from toppin' these charts
And you can't stop me from droppin' each March
With a brand new CD for these fuckin' retards
Who?
And to think, it's just little ol' me
Mr. "Don't Give A Fuck" still won't leave

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
But I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

My mother did drugs, tar, liquor, cigarettes and speed
The baby came out, disfigured, ligaments indeed
It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she
Don't dare make fun of that baby 'cause that baby was me
I'm a criminal, an animal caged who turned crazed
But how the fuck you supposed to grow up when you weren't raised?
So as I got older and I got a lot taller
My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger

I drink malt liquor to fuck you up quicker
Than you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin' the word
My morals went when the president got oral sex
In his Oval Office on top of his desk off of his own employee
Now don't ignore me, you won't avoid me
You can't miss me, I'm white
Blonde-haired and my nose is pointy
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
In plane crashes and laughs
As long as it ain't happened to him

Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Eminem and Kim combined
The maniac's in
Replacin' the doctor 'cause Dre couldn't make it today
He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin' his place
Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face
Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place
I told you Dre, you should've kept that thang put away
I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?
I'm a criminal

Aight look
Uh huh
Just go up in that motherfucker
Get the motherfuckin' money
And get the fuck up outta there
Aight
I'll be right here waitin' on you
Aight
Yo, Em
What?
Don't kill nobody this time
Aw right, goddamn, fuck

Hi
How you doin'?
How can I help you?
Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal
Okay
Put the fuckin' money in the bag, bitch
And I won't kill you
What? Oh my God, don't kill me
I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin' around
Just don't kill me, I have two kids at home
I said, I'm not gonna fuckin' kill you
Don't kill me
Hurry the fuck up
Thank you

Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So I'll be disguised in it
And if anybody identifies the guy in it
I'll hide for five minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets
This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet

If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nuts
Tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck
You motherfuckin' chickens ain't brave enough
To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut
Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up
To make you mad, so kiss my white naked ass
And if it's not a rapper that I make it as
I'ma be a fuckin' rapist in a Jason mask

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
But I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

I'm a criminal

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Dollaz + Sense - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Dollaz + Sense
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): David Blake

Lyric:
Now let's get down to business, bitches
'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around nigga I gets respect
And youse a nigga that can't even get no props in your set
Tragniew Park you say huh

Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some set trippin'
So listen close, 'cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
West side trees sprayin' all the fleas
that's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
So niggaz watch yo' ass at that center divider
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame

When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggaz comin
And you looked like your bitch ass was 'bout to start runnin'
But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation
And see if we can fix this little situation
But would I fuck you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number
But bitches like you don't grow

You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin' me skinny, youse a clown
I'ma call you Theo, 'cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
Wack ass actor, movie script killer
Fool don't you know, Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
You need to stay down you Compton clown

And get off of the nuts of the niggaz with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot your motherfuckin' ass to the moon
You need to quit bangin' under false pretense
'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand
Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and
This is dedicated to the C-P-T
No better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me
I make it my business, to be that true forever
And whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Q-U-I-K
With no C still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and, depositin' fat checks and
Gettin mad sex while I floss the NSX and

Doin' what I wanna, and youse a goner nigga
For thinkin that you can catch me slippin' on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Sippin' yak with all my niggaz 'cause it's tooted good
So don't knock it till you try it, 'cause Eiht he tried to knock it
But he's still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket
So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller
And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
If it don't make dollars nigga, you know the rest

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Now I done sold my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick
While you groupie ass niggaz keep on ridin' the dick
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average
Everyday motherfucker, slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
You fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a nervous wreck

'Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence, you left expedient
You ain't no fuckin' killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
Tell me why you act so scary
Givin' your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should I continue
Yeah you left out the G 'cause the G ain't in you
Remember that time you was rollin' on the West side
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side

Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a
Real killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous
You was in the shadow of death with two trey-five-sevens
Pointed at your chest whatchu gon' do, where was your
Niggaz that kill at you ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holdin' up your hands and beggin' for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin' on yo' ass
'Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
I'm through playin' with your punk ass
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Shouts goes out, to my well known road dog
What's up Dozun Tru, they don't understand it baby
They can't fade us out here on these Compton streets
It's bigger than they can imagine to the whole entire
Death Row family both sides, whassup niggaz
And my nigga Big Suge, known for keepin' shit poppin'

To my nigga Big J, my little nigga Hi-C, little straight G
And that little singin' ass nigga Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this
I'm the first nigga that was "Bangin' on Wax"
Yeah if you remember, nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes
And it don't stop, and it won't stop

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

The Back Of Your Mouth - Lyrics - The Used

Title: The Back Of Your Mouth
Artist: The Used
Composer(s): Quinn Allman, Jeph Howard, Robert Mccracken, Branden Steineckert

Lyric:
The worms they crack like words and
Turn your teeth up and run, leave
I'm all drinks, so I clean, I fall down
Should I fit these so politely?

All praises sugar coated
Looking between her mouth and mine
I got scars from dirty scratches
Scabs and ashes, the back of your mouth

In this exchange I often touch myself
To go ahead and let those dirty words
Pass right through me

Just passing through
Not stopping by, not saying, hi
Girl, you can't kill a liar

You throw up everywhere now
Enjoy the cup and coffee
I am the puddle, make me
Dancing hoes and stag, and it's okay

These words are sugar coated
Crossed up they still cut out to touch
Got scars from dirty scratches
Scabs and ashes, the back of your mouth

In this exchange I often touch myself
To go ahead and let those dirty words
Pass right through me

Just passing through
Not stopping by, not saying, hi
Girl, you can't kill a liar

Can't kill, can't kill
Can't kill, you can't kill
Can't kill, I can't kill

In this exchange I often touch myself
To go ahead and let those dirty words
Pass right through me

Just passing through
Not stopping by now, not saying, hi
Girl, you can't kill a liar

Girl, you can't kill a liar
Girl, you can't kill a liar
Girl, you can't kill a liar
Girl, you can't kill a liar

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Stronger - Lyrics - Graduation - Kanye West

Title: Stronger
Album: Graduation
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Edwin Birdsong, Christo Guy Manuel Homem, Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
Work it, make it, do it, makes us
Harder, better, faster, stronger

(Work it harder, make it better)
N-n-now that that don't kill me
(Do it faster, makes us stronger)
Can only make me stronger
(More than ever ever after)
I need you to hurry up now
(Our work is never over)
?Cause I can't wait much longer

(Work it harder, make it better)
I know I got to be right now
(Do it faster, makes us stronger)
?Cause I can?t get much wronger
(More than ever ever after)
Man I?ve been waitin' all night now
(Our work is never over)
That's how long I?ve been on ya

Work it harder, make it better
Do it faster, makes us stronger
(I need you right now)
More than ever ever after
Our work is
(I need you right now)

Let?s get lost tonight
You could be my black Kate Moss tonight
Play secretary I'm the boss tonight
And you don't give a f*** what they all say, right?

Awesome, the Christian in Christian Dior
Damn they don't make 'em like this anymore
I ask ?cause I'm not sure
Do anybody make real **** anymore?

Bow in the presence of greatness
?Cause right now thou has forsaken us
You should be honored by my lateness
That I would even show up to this fake sh**

So go ahead go nuts, go ape sh**
Specially in my Pastel and my Bape sh**
Act like you can't tell who made this new gospel
Homey take six and take this, haters

(Work it harder, make it better)
N-n-now that that don't kill me
(Do it faster, makes us stronger)
Can only make me stronger
(More than ever ever after)
I need you to hurry up now
(Our work is never over)
?Cause I can't wait much longer

(Work it harder, make it better)
I know I got to be right now
(Do it faster, makes us stronger)
?Cause I can?t get much wronger
(More than ever ever after)
Man I?ve been waitin' all night now
(Our work is never over)
That's how long I?ve been on ya

Work it harder, make it better
Do it faster, makes us stronger
(I need you right now)
More than ever ever after
Our work is
(I need you right now)
(Me likey)

I don't know if you got a man or not
If you made plans or not
If God put me in ya plans or not
I'm trippin', this drink got me sayin' a lot

But I know that God put you in front of me
So how the hell could you front on me?
There's a thousand you's, there's only one of me
I'm trippin' I'm caught up in the moment, right?

'Cause this is Louis Vuitton dime night
So we gon' do everything that Kan like
Heard they'd do anything for a Klondike
Well I?d do anything for a blonde ****

And she'll do anything for the limelight
And we'll do anything when the time's right
Uh, baby you're makin' it
(Harder, better, faster, stronger)

(Work it harder, make it better)
N-n-now that that don't kill me
(Do it faster, makes us stronger)
Can only make me stronger
(More than ever ever after)
I need you to hurry up now
(Our work is never over)
?Cause I can't wait much longer

(Work it harder, make it better)
I know I got to be right now
(Do it faster, makes us stronger)
?Cause I can?t get much wronger
(More than ever ever after)
Man I?ve been waitin' all night now
(Our work is never over)
That's how long I?ve been on ya

Work it harder, make it better
Do it faster, makes us stronger
(I need you right now)
More than ever ever after
Our work is
(I need you right now)

You know how long I?ve been on ya?
Since Prince was on Apollonia
Since OJ had isotoners
Don't act like I never told ya

Don't act like I never told ya
Don't act like I never told ya

Don't act like I never told ya
Don't act like I never told ya
Uh, baby you're making it
(Harder, better, faster, stronger)

(Work it harder, make it better)
N-n-now that that don't kill me
(Do it faster, makes us stronger)
Can only make me stronger
(More than ever ever after)
I need you to hurry up now
(Our work is never over)
?Cause I can't wait much longer

(Work it harder, make it better)
I know I got to be right now
(Do it faster, makes us stronger)
?Cause I can?t get much wronger
(More than ever ever after)
Man I?ve been waitin' all night now
(Our work is never over)
That's how long I?ve been on ya

Work it harder, make it better
Do it faster, makes us stronger
(I need you right now)
More than ever ever after
Our work is
(I need you right now)

Work it harder, make it better
Do it faster, makes us stronger
(I need you right now)
More than ever ever after
Our work is
(I need you right now)

You know how long I?ve been on ya?
Since Prince was on Apollonia
Since OJ had isotoners
Don't act like I never told ya

You know how long I?ve been on ya?
Since Prince was on Apollonia
Since OJ had isotoners
Don't act like I never told ya

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Ohio Is For Lovers - Lyrics - The Silence In Black And White - Hawthorne Heights

Title: Ohio Is For Lovers
Album: The Silence In Black And White
Artist: Hawthorne Heights
Composer(s): Eran Bucciarelli-Tieger, Casey H Calvert, Micah Alan Carli, Matthew Phillip Ridenour, James Thomas Ii Woodruff

Lyric:
Hey, there, I know it's hard to feel
Like I don't care at all
Where you are and how you feel
With these lights off as these wheels
Keep rolling on and on

Slow things down or speed them up
Not enough or way too much
How are you when I'm gone?

And I can't make it on my own
Because my heart is in Ohio

So cut my wrists and black my eyes
So cut my wrists and black my eyes
So I can fall asleep tonight, or die

Because you killed me
You know you do, you kill me well
You like it too and I can tell
You never stop until my final breath is gone

Spare me just three last words
I love you is all she heard
I'll wait for you but I can't wait forever

Spare me just three last words
I love you is all she heard
I'll wait for you but I can't wait forever

And I can't make it on my own
Because my heart is in Ohio

So cut my wrists and black my eyes
So cut my wrists and black my eyes
So I can fall asleep tonight or die

Because you killed me
You know you do, you kill me well
You like it too and I can tell
You never stop until my final breath is gone

You know you do, you kill me well
You like it too and I can tell
You never stop until my final breath is gone

So cut my wrists and black my eyes
My final breath is gone
So I can fall asleep tonight

And I can't make it on my own
Because my heart is in Ohio

So cut my wrists and black my eyes
Cut my wrists and black my eyes
So I can fall asleep tonight or die

Because you killed me
You know you do, you kill me well
You like it too and I can tell
You never stop until my final breath is gone

You know you do, you kill me well
You like it too and I can tell
You never stop until my final breath is gone

You know you do, you kill me well
You like it too and I can tell
You never stop until my final breath is gone

You know you do, you kill me well
You like it too and I can tell
You never stop

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