You Can'T Stop Rock N' Roll - Lyrics - Hughes Turner Project

Title: You Can'T Stop Rock N' Roll
Artist: Hughes Turner Project
Composer(s): Glenn Hughes, Joakim Kurt Marsh, Joe Lynn Turner

Lyric:
Kicked to the gutter, pushed to the side
Feels like we're hanging by a fringe
Burned down and battered, fight to stay alive
Out in the cold and left for dead

Keep on believing, we got the faith
So tired of being pushed around
We'll love forever, make no mistake
Ain't nobody gonna take us down

We want the world to know
We're right where we belong
No matter where we go
Together standing strong

You can't stop rock n' roll
You can't stop rock n' roll
You can't stop rock n' roll
You can't stop rock n' roll

Blood in the water, no turning back
We put ourselves out on the line
You know we oughta get back on the track
You know we gotta let it shine

We want the world to know
We're right where we belong
No matter where we go
Together standing strong

You can't stop rock n' roll
You can't stop rock n' roll
You can't stop rock n' roll
You can't stop rock n' roll

We want the world to know
We're right where we belong
No matter where we go
Together standing strong

We want the world to know
We're right where we belong
No matter where we go
Together standing strong

You can't stop rock n' roll
You can't stop rock n' roll
You can't stop rock n' roll
You can't stop rock n' roll

You can't stop rock n' roll
You can't stop rock n' roll
You can't stop rock n' roll
You can't stop rock n' roll

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Minister Of Rock 'N Roll - Lyrics - Baptism - Lenny Kravitz

Title: Minister Of Rock 'N Roll
Album: Baptism
Artist: Lenny Kravitz
Composer(s): Lenny Kravitz, Craig David Ross

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Lyric:
I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
I can heal you
I can save your soul
You better stop foolin' around

I can touch you
I can make you whole
I can bless it so it doesn't get old
Come on and turn it up loud

You can call me
You know I'll be right there
You can call me
And I'll be standing there

I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
I'll make you freak and
Make you lose control

I'm a minister of rock 'n' roll
Highway to Heaven and your pot of gold
Come on and join the crowd

I'm a fire when you're feeling cold
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control
What are you waiting for now?

You can call me
You know I'll be right there
You can call me
And I'll be standing there

I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control
I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control

You can call me
You know I'll be right there
You can call me
You can call me
You know I'll be right there
You can call me

You can call me
You know I'll be right there
You can call me
You can call me
You know I'll be right there
You can call me

I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control
You can call me
I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
You know I will be right there
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control

I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control
You can call me
I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
You know I will be right there
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control
I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control

I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll

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I'M The Man - Lyrics - Cheap Trick

Title: I'M The Man
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Rick Nielsen

Lyric:
Going down the road with a friend or two
Ain't nothing in the world, in the world I can't do
You thought you'd seen it all, you ain't seen nothing new
Ain't nothing in the world, in the world I can't do

I can really rock, I'm a rock 'n' roller
And I can't control myself

Big city, big lights can see it up ahead
No one can stop me, I'm driving in your head
Make a name for myself and I'll be number one
And I'll turn around and turn around and know that I', the one

I can really rock, I'm a rock 'n' roller
And I can't control myself
I can really rock, really rock 'n' roll
And I can't control myself

I'm the man in a rock 'n' roll band
I'm so crazy for you baby, yes, I'm the man
I'm the man in a rock 'n' roll band
I'm so crazy for you baby, yes, I'm the man, yes, I am

I'm the man in a rock 'n' roll band
I'm so crazy for you baby, yes, I'm the man
I'm the man in a rock 'n' roll band
I'm so crazy for you baby, yes, I'm the man, yes, I am

I'm the man in a rock 'n' roll band
I'm so crazy for you baby, yes, I'm the man
I'm the man in a rock 'n' roll band
I'm so crazy for you baby, yes, I'm the man, yes, I am

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On Through The Night - Lyrics - High 'N' Dry - Def Leppard

Title: On Through The Night
Album: High 'N' Dry
Artist: Def Leppard
Composer(s): Joseph Elliott, Richard Allen, Steve Clark, Rick Savage, Peter Willis

Lyric:
The wait is done, the battle's won
So count the cost before you run
'Cause on and on your time was power
The clock on the wall, ticks away the hours
Come on down, you're flyin' high
You'll never win if you never try
Stop the hate and carry the load
Come on get this show on the road

On through the night
You can't stop me now
On through the night
You won't stop me anyhow

The stakes are high, gettin' higher
I'm flat on my face and you call me liar
I'm watching you, you're watching me
You're watching every move that I can see
My reputation's still at stake
I play it safe for safety's sake
Your ego and your promises
Are gonna fade again and again

On through the night
You won't stop me now
On through the night
You won't stop me anyhow
Not anyhow

All you want to hear is the audience applause
You can't get on stage for a contract clause
And the road ahead seems a little rough
If you want to know my feelings
I'd say, "That's tough, that's tough"

Your wheels ain't turnin', you're out of gas
You pay by check but they take cash
Two roads ahead but which to take
And you can't see it's your mistake
They're waitin' for you, they're waitin' for me
And what seems like eternity
It's all tradition, it'll get you yet
In rock 'n' roll there's no safety net

On through the night
You can't stop me now
On through the night
You can't stop me anyhow

On through the night
Goin' on and on, on and on
On through the night
You can't stop me anyhow
No no not anyhow

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Drugz [Screwed] - Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

Title: Drugz [Screwed]
Album: U Gotta Feel Me
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, Oscar Salinas, Juan Salinas

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Lyric:
Yeah, play and skillz, just let it bang
Na'm sayin' ha ha, feelin' it
Yeah I'm feelin' this one
We talkin' bout music
Pay attention, listen up 'cuz I

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack, 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that an't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I'm like crack, whenever I perform on a track
'Cuz if you from outta town you about to get taxed
And that's that, I ain't changin' my price for nobody
You can keep them points 'cuz you ain't gon' sell four cotties
'Cuz ya style too sloppy, ya beats ain't knockin'
And when you in public, them freaks ain't boppin'

My 6-4 hoppin' when I'm ridin' down the street
I still feel like I'm hustlin' why? 'Cuz I'm raw with these beats
You can put me on a plane or put me on a train
'Cuz no matter where I perform they understand my slang
They understand my pain and how I took over the game
From this day on, rap'll never be the same

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I need 25 a show, I need 30 for a verse
Them video's on BET, yeah I know how much I'm worth
How much? I'm worth a lot, 'cuz I really work a lot
And since Will Lean my nigga, I gotta help him out
So I'ma put him out man, so nigga kick ya feet up
And when the stores sell out then it's time to re up

So keep yo D up, 'cuz we comin' with the heat man
And if you get a deal make sure yo' niggaz eat man
And to my fans, I appreciate the love
So holla at ya boy when I'm at the club
'Cuz I ain't Hollywood, I'm from the Hollyhood
The difference between me and them, my music good

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that can't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

Ha ha, ya we flippin' these tracks like crack
Y'all niggaz tryin' to double y'all money
Nigga I'm tryin' to triple my stacks
Ya play 'n skillz on the track, yea Lil' Flip'll spit it fast
Ha ha ha ya, let's go to the next track man
They ain't ready for this type of shit
We ahead of y'all niggaz man, you know what I mean
Shit, you could put this album out 10 years later
And it'll still sell more records than you now, ha ha bitch

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Life At The Top - Lyrics - Bad English

Title: Life At The Top
Artist: Bad English
Composer(s): Tim Pierce, Jonathan Cain, John Waite, Mark Spiro

Lyric:
He looks like De Niro
She's his Brigitte Bardot
And that's enough to hang around
With those who think they know
But if you've got the image
And symbols of success
You must be doin' something right
To keep up with the Jones's

They made it from the castin' couch
The sex was rock 'n' roll
They're everybody's business
Inquiring minds must know
Every slummy little detail
Every superficial move
And you can buy it retail
In pink and black and blue

She said, "Take me walkin' where the surf is slow"
He said, "What's wrong with right here, I got places to go!"
Life at the top
Down on your knees
Don't stop, don't stop, give it to me
Life at the top
Where nothin' is free
It's alright, alright baby won't you live it with me?
Ah

If you get up on the table
You're gonna lose your place
In the city of angels
Where fame's a state of grace
If you need a plastic surgeon
Honey, I know an ace
You can't change your past
But he can change your face

She said, "Take me walkin' where the surf is slow"
He said, "What's wrong with right here, I got places to go!"
Life at the top
Down on your knees
Don't stop, don't stop, give it to me
Life at the top
Where nothin' is free
It's alright, alright baby won't you live it with me?

He said, "Baby take me far away from here"
She said, "You already arrived, can't you see yourself clear?
Life at the top
Alright alright
Shakin' the money tree
Alright alright
Give it everything you got
Alright alright
Shake it one time for me, oww!
Don't stop, don't stop

Life at the top
Down on your knees
Don't stop, don't stop, give it to me
Life at the top
Where nothin' is free
It's alright, alright baby won't you live it with me?
Life at the top
Down on your knees
It's alright, alright baby live it with me
Life at the top
This stealin' thing you got in the land of the free
Don't stop, don't stop
So come on baby why won't you, why don't you it steal from me?

Life at the top
My my my my my my yeah
Life at the top
It's alright
Life at the top
It's alright
In real life
Life at the top
Alright yeah
In the city of the angels
You can get it where you want it
Get it where you want it
Get it where you wanna
Want it
Want it to be

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Rock It - Lyrics - Motorhead

Title: Rock It
Artist: Motorhead
Composer(s): Ian Kilmister, Clarke Brian Robertson

Lyric:
Rock 'n' roll, save your soul
And I got it
Give it to me, loud and free
Don't knock it

Let me hear it 'til the end of time
It's the only way
Send shivers up and down your spine
You can't stop it

I'm tellin' you one more time
It ain't no crime, rock it

It's the only way to fly
I gotta have it
Break through, gonna break you too
You better grab it

Let me hear it 'til the end of time
It's the only way
It'll stop you on a dime
You gotta stop it

I'm tellin' you one more time
It ain't no crime, rock it

Rock 'n' roll music gonna stop the world
Can't lose it
It'll make your toenails curl
You can't defuse it

Let me hear it all the time
It's the only way
Gonna make you feel alright
You can't excuse it

I'm tellin' you one more time
It ain't no crime, rock it
Rock it, rock it

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Dreamin' - Lyrics - G. Love &Amp; Special Sauce

Title: Dreamin'
Artist: G. Love &Amp; Special Sauce
Composer(s): Willie Clarke, Garrett Dutton, Clarence Reid

Lyric:
Yo, this track is dedicated, [Incomprehensible]
From Long Beach, California
It's harder to leave without the courage
To follow a personal dream

Everyone starts with the sweetest dreams
Livin' long life, livin' beautiful scenes
Make a million dollars wearin' gold an' jewels
Drive a big black Benz or a Carribean cruise

Or maybe you dream that you just can't lose
Or playin' the blues is the path that you choose
Perhaps your dream of goin' back to nature's plan
An' just live off the land an' be a natural man

Or of a beautiful girl, who's holdin' your hand
Lovin' the one you're with, with her beautiful tan
Like you're holdin' the spliff that layin' in your hand
Or you dream of playin' bands from Electric Lady Land
Riffs just like Jimi Hendrix

Are you feelin' the feelin' that I'm feelin'?
Dreams are like fish, you gots to keep on reelin'
Are you feelin' the feelin' that I'm feelin'?
Dreams are like fish, you gots to keep on reelin'

"Stop daydreamin'"
That's what my teachers used to say
While they kick a bunch of crap that I forgot anyway
Education's important to make a man complete
But everythin' I learned in school
I learned again on the street

Now my time is booked 'cause I've got the look
An' when I walkin' on my path, you know I can't be shook
Stay alert in this day, you have to go for yours
The force conspires to help brothers
That help others open doors

Wars an' battles rage round us everyday
While the real troopers keep our heads up while we play
This game of chance that they busy callin' life
Can be quite a disappointin' ride

You can't blame the youth an' you can't blame God
Who you gonna blame when the dog's in the yard?

Are you feelin' the feelin' that I'm feelin'?
Dreams are like fish, you gots to keep on reelin'
Are you feelin' the feelin' that I'm feelin'?
Dreams are like fish, you gots to keep on reelin'

Wisdom asks, "Are you ready for this?"
Experience says, "The kid can't miss"
Professional advice got you thinkin' twice
Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price

Now The Omen says, "Walk towards the light?
The first impulse is free an' it's always right
Doubt suggests what you think you can achieve
You're just a Philly kid from South 2 Street

Rappin' blues an' playin' guitar
While I'm chillin', sky's [the limit], I'm a rock 'n' roll star
Makin' funky music, hit records are explodin'
The free wind is blowin'

Higher than the liars, meltin' in the fire
How high can you ride?
The greatest victory it was when we believe in legends
Gettin' busy like the man, they call, "School's in session"

Addressin' all you people like I know who you are
'Cause streets are universal an' the world is wide
But no matter what you're runnin' from, you just can't hide
If you seek the truth, the truest kid you'll find

So trace your tracks, a fact's a fact
Three aces one king an' a one eyed jack
You ain't goin' no where until it's time to leave
Your mind's just like a story that I'm startin' to read

Are you feelin' the feelin' that I'm feelin'?
Dreams are like fish, you gots to keep on reelin'
Are you feelin' the feelin' that I'm feelin'?
Dreams are like fish, you gots to keep on reelin'

Reelin', rollin', reelin', rollin'
Reelin', rollin', reelin', rollin'
Roll away
Reelin', rollin', reelin', rollin'
Reelin', rollin', reelin', rollin'
Roll away

Reelin', rollin', reelin', rollin'
Reelin', rollin', reelin', rollin'
Roll away
Roll away

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Rock 'N' Roll Pain Train - Lyrics - Kid Rock - Kid Rock

Title: Rock 'N' Roll Pain Train
Album: Kid Rock
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Beuregard R.J. Ritchie, Shafe

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Lyric:
15 years on this lonely road
I paid my own way, I carried my own load
I never ask too much from no one, I was much too proud
All I ever wanted was to play my music for a sold out crowd

Bitches, money, fame, they say I had it all
6 foot 1, I walked around like I was 10 feet tall
Did you see me shine?
Where the hell were you now? Detroit city back in '99
Just stoned out of my mind

On that rock 'n' roll pain train
I had to slow things down
I live out in the woods now
It helps me keep my feet on the ground

Oh, life's been good to me so far
Hope it's been kind to you
Stand strong in the storms of life
The sun will always shine on you

Now I've been rolling on love and lust
I ride around on this million dollar bus
But this bus is just a bus,
And man, I can't sleep at night

Man, I miss my babies
And I'd really like to fuck my wife
But she ain't here tonight

On that rock 'n' roll pain train
After the lights go down
I live out in the woods now
It helps me keep my feet on the ground

Oh, life's been good to me so far
Hope it's been kind to you
Stand strong in the storms of life
The sun will always shine on you

I've seen this train wreck
Time and time again, I felt its pain
I've seen it take my friends

You've got to stop and take a look, man
Or life will pass you by
Get you a guitar and a good song
That's all you really need to ride

On that rock 'n' roll pain train
I can't slow it down
The music and the whiskey
Don't it make you wanna get loud?

Oh, life's been good to me so far
Hope it's been kind to you
Stand strong in the storms of life
The sun will always shine on you
The sun will always shine on you

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Body Rott - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 1 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Body Rott
Album: The Collection: Vol. 1
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott
Body rott, body rott
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfuckin' cops body rott
Body rott, body rott

I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott
Body rott, body rott
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfuckin' cops body rott
Body rott, body rott

We paper chase and smoke blunts
You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us
Don't be so quick to test us I'll be annoyed and might bust
I'ma have to talk to Eazy through the ouija, so I can see

If maybe he can tell me why you hatin' on me
Bitin' on me, why you want me to show a nigga leatherface in me
Don't fuck around nigga he's a real buck 'em down nigga
Motherfuck rappin' how bout fuckin' with me now nigga

Niggas get your checks from your broads get high
Then your broads sneak your keys from your niggas and ride
Everybody wanna party even the niggas with a problem
Hey nigga we can solve em, 'cause bitch we'll squash 'em

Don't know me, fuck you when you got beef
But you also got the clone styles and all motif
See me rappin' on your TV actin'
And it's a fact that when you see us in person
Think we gon' flex or show you no action

Down for mine, gotta show a nigga time to time
So I figure I'll slow down the rhyme
So they can understand I feel with so much anger and pain
And if I drop then I'll explode like a fuckin' grenade, nigga

Fuck calm time to ring the alarm
Break the niggas out of prison killin' all the guards, woo!
Power to the people givin' people the power to put it down in your city
And fuck them hillbillies nigga I can't stand no motherfuckin' po-po

When will we start killin' these bitches and takin' no more
Mo thug the only clique that I claim although we all beyond the bangin'
You could say I roll with a gang and dissing chin checkers in the makin'
So nigga continue with the rotation

I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott
Body rott, body rott
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfuckin' cops body rott
Body rott, body rott

I heard I murda, I heard I murda, I heard

Yeah nigga we heard about all of the murders
Look what they did to Tyrone
Flippin' the flow then let it burn
What if the pistols and police stay strong for the Bone

Bitch, you fuckin' with all of the black cat feet
And in 1999 when ya meet up in Egypt
Bet it be no peace to release the beats
Settle with the streets and get 'em all peace

Get up and at least we don't take defeat
Bitch never retreat, nigga lose your arms
Better use your feet pick up my cannon nigga yeah yeah yeah
Get up off the rock

We're corrupt as a four dollar buck
Come and get fucked up
And get out the county nigga get rowdy take out a bounty
Disappear-pear, in an alley, reappear-pear, off in Cali

And you feel me daddy, proudly I done stalk like a mad man
And went through shit in Cleveland with the band
Now look at me platinum, fuck the rap and the corner bitch
Made Hation nation nowadays an occupation

So why you hate me still can't fade me away
Go on, be gone, and the point of view was made with the song
And while they pop I'm ready to bomb, bomb, bomb

I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott
Body rott, body rott
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfuckin' cops body rott
Body rott, body rott

I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott
Body rott, body rott
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfuckin' cops body rott
Body rott, body rott

How you see me when you see me drinking on Hennessey and Remy
Look in my eyes my shit is dreamy?
Beggin' to Scotty won't you beam me up
I buck twelve gauze erupt disrupt your order infantry

Y'all better expect annihilation, fuckin' around with an SCT
And better be a soldier organize up on the love and just us
Armies see, full of harmony and niggas in thugs we trust
So nigga I bust so back up off me, givin' no mercy shit is critical

Killin you individual wit' a ouija type ritual
I'm diggin' a ditch for all of you po-po who felt you could come and raid
Ain't no way to be safe, nigga this the army brigade
So listen up and hear what's spoken as I start this locomotion
Retaliate because we chosen open showin' us Lord's devotion, yeah

I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott
Body rott, body rott
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfuckin' cops body rott
Body rott, body rott

I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott
Body rott, body rott
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfuckin' cops body rott
Body rott, body rott

Now when you're fuckin' with me
Make sure you know what you're doin' got niggas
That know what they doin' rollin' with me
Infrared to your head don't beg you dead we fled

Gotta get away, gotta make sure I'm free
So when you need me I can buck another day
It's a Bone thang, better ride, ride
'Cause when you're fuckin' with, you gon' die, die

Don't be surprised, Bone want your presidents wanna run it all
Run all of it all of it, fuck that dog, fuck that dog
Us niggas is super skilled
Don't pull no gun if you ain't gon' spit

Click, clack, clack be the sound
These police and haters is wrong, uh
We buckin' em down trust in me and harmony, I try peace
Eternally bless my soul Lord and everybody that rides with me

It's from me to you, it's from me to you, me to you
It's just our point of view, it's just our point of view
Point of view, point of view, yeah

And that's why I stay high
So high, so high like, la dee dah dah dah
La dee dah dah dah, so high, so high

I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott
Body rott, body rott
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfuckin' cops body rott
Body rott, body rott

I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott
Body rott, body rott
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfuckin' cops body rott
Body rott, body rott

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Can'T Give It Up [Rock Remix] - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 2 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Can'T Give It Up [Rock Remix]
Album: The Collection: Vol. 2
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Bryon Mccane, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

My life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday
They tell me the world is mine but shit I don't want it, who want it?
How could it be mine and I'm still hungry, still hungry
Lost and lonely, so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend

But I predicted this endin', back in the day
'Cause I had visions of bad decisions knew niggaz would go astray
Although we pray and we pray and we pray
We do but still wanna make the loot

No more united, divided we fall, nigga and hard
We all dealt fucked up cards but don't complain
Just play the hand that you was dealt
You play 'em right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail

It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction
'Cause I, could look at the piece of the puzzle
It ain't no love involved everything we was dissolved
We all hard as one, but together we raw

And there ain't a nigga that can fuck wit that
We split up, we tied up, my nigga wassup wit that
Lettin' the devil get in, to the pen, devils pretendin' to be friends
We was taken by that snake in the grass

Should of stuck the nigga fast
Yeah, that motherfuckin' snake in the grass
We dropped our guards and he got inside us like a virus
Now our family reunion done turned into a family crisis

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

I was never on some solo shit
Always down to roll and blow a head off
He dead off and don't know me, don't tell me you love me
When I was lonely and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church

And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death
When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
I think the world is just collapsin'
But I'm still rappin' get it all off my chest

So I came back to the action
When the bird was flyin', low, and laughin'
Family bashin' 'til it just happened
Then Wally passed and he asked me, "Wasn't it tragic?"

Louie askin' me if he'll ever come back so hard
We tell the truth, no use in beatin' around the bush
Baby I'm sorry, it's all in the game, throwin' up blood
Fuck it Layz', let's sign our life away

Now see me? I ain't givin' up a motherfuckin' thang
It's hard to come by and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walkbys
And you don't want that, neither do I
But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler, hustler

High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine
Even if it mean murder, gettin' caught, fuck it let me fry
Know it's hectic, niggaz start shit nowadays
But I'm a hustler just like you, don't bring that shit my way

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Hell naw I'll be thugged out nigga, turned out nigga
Runnin' wit niggaz thats killas
The realest that be shermed out nigga
Spittin' my prophecy ain't no stoppin' me

I'm comin' through with the motherfuckin' shotty
I really don't wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati
Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I.
I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C.

Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you
Blast you, hit 'em up like 'Pac did
Take 'em hostage, terrorize and torture
Your ghetto resource'll be pay back, pay back

Little Lay dat, young nigga with scrilla
And bitch I thought you knew
You got a beam on me? I got a beam on you
You fuck wit me? I'ma fuck wit you

Bitch, like it always be
Y'all bitches gon' have to kill me, feel me!
You gon' have to pop me, to even try to stop me from grindin'
I'm leavin' you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us

All the nigga know what the hood like
In the streets gotta get that good life
Sellin' that, yeah, up under the street light
It's the hood life, don't fight

A nigga want out but just can't get out
So I guess I gots to face it
All them dreams of havin big thangs
I'm still gon' chase it

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

Here they come, wait can I bark talk Bone, jumpin' it feelin'
Better now, better hit 'em with the future shot
But feelin' like Pac, that's what the guy thought
But this shit don't stop, I send much love to the pop

Droppin' this shit today, we kickin' this thug music
Better love us, so when I love smokin' buds on the bus
See we gone sells out that'll make you lust
My nigga don't play too close, my thugs in heaven and shit

My niggas'll pop with the pistols, and snap out the holsters
And cover a snitch all wet
Why the fuck could not he write me S E T for the second sincerely
We baggin' 'em up rollin' niggas and throwin' 'em in the wasteland

Soldier, told ya nigga we gone have our time
Like daughters in heaven don't tell him, on his knee
He's fell, he better hope he don't fall victim
Niggas pick up another, then they run

But I'm through with the body bitch ah
But when they want it, yea he just in the business
Flesh givin' you pain or pleasure, whatever you want I'ma bring
Young, but them package you'll be impressed

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)
...

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We Getz Down (Remix) * - Lyrics - Rampage

Title: We Getz Down (Remix) *
Artist: Rampage
Composer(s): Nile Rodgers, L Blackmon, C Singleton, T Jenkins, Roger Mcnair, T Riley, N Leftenant, Bernard Edwards

Lyric:
Yeah come on, come on, check it out
(Rockkkkkkkkkk)
This is how we do it
(Roll)
Yeah come on, everything
(Rolllllllllllllllll)
Flipmode, Violator
(I like )
Check this out
(Say roll, dig the you roll)

I went into the Mirage, parties on charge
10 Bottles of Dom P, I'm feelin' so large
Chickens shakin' they asses like ya don't care
Guess what (what?)
This is the party of the year, flooded out Cartier
Tell 'em stop and stare
Rocks in my ear
Weighing two point eight, so I'm livin' life straight
Fuck all you player haters, I got them Now-And-Later gators
The mad future flavors
Niggas pass 'em like a pack of Life Savers
My whole cup is lime green, Flipmode is on the scene
Call me the black Charlie Sheen
The rap Itty Ammine
That makes you wanna scream, throw ya hands in the air
If you know what I mean, I countin' one (one!)
Like a basketball team
Makin' sure that you shake your ass
Till you fall out on the ground, you better bring you oxygen tank
We gettin' down

I wonder why
We're getting so much paper
I wonder why
And that I've never, that I've never feel
(Never feel like that)
I wonder why (why)
We're getting so much paper
I wonder why (why, why, why, why, why, why)

Gramp I'm a Big Willie, from New York to Philly
I Take You To The Streets like Billy
Shady niggaz actin' silly
They watch my back, I still got my shit millie
I'm a cool cat, that says to myself
No fakin' jacks
My accountant pays my tax when I shop at Sax
Just bought a gold Acs, that's fully loaded
Now I'm bloated, you know my name in this rap game
I'm doing many things I can't explain
Buying it in twenty's
Back with a hundred tellin' them to keep the change
Take a long trip to Spain, I got a phat house in the ill (hill)
Sippin' Marguritas like Shaquielle
Bout to see three mill'
And build and empire, yo, yo, yo the ramp is on fire
I won't stop rocking until I retire, Flipmode toughest squad
And we still on fire, we getz down

I wonder why
We're getting so much paper
I wonder why
And that I've never, that I've never feel
(Never feel like that)
I wonder why (why)
We're getting so much paper
I wonder why (why, why, why, why, why, why)

Say rock (rock) roll
Saint Isles (rolllllllll)
The disco, the (beat)
Like Flipmode (so sweet)
Say rock (rock) roll
Saint Isles (rolllllllll)
The disco, the (beat)
Like Flipmode, so sweet

Rock rock ya'll, it don't stop ya'll
Rock rock ya'll, it don't stop ya'll
(Rampage and 702)
Rock rock ya'll and to the top ya'll
Rock rock ya'll and to the top ya'll
(Reigning till the end)
Yeah yeah uh uh
(Rampage and 702)
Flipmode ya'll uh uh
(The hippest to ever reign)

Yo check this out, we gon' do it like this
Now two Buffalo girls, go around the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
( 7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Two Buffalo boys go around the outside
Make sure you hold your partner
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Now two Buffalo girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Now two Buffalo boys go round the outside
Flipmode about to hold down your partner
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)

Yeah like this, all in ya
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Flipmode, 702
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Got platnuim joints
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Check it out, we getz down
(Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh)
Uh Flipmode, yeah uh uh
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Check it out, we getz down

Uh huh, Flipmode
Uh huh, rock and roll
702
Busta Rhymes
Rampage
In this peice
Motown

You can ring my bells, ring my bells
You can ring my bells, ring my bells
Ya know what I'm sayin'?

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Sex &Amp; Violence - Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Title: Sex &Amp; Violence
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Composer(s): William Robinson, Warren Moore, L Parker, Paul Huston

Lyric:
Hu hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
And you just don't stop Fiyah and you just don't stop
Prince Paul in the house lick two shots
Come down, pom, pom, pom, pom, pom, pom
Check it out

Sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence we just can't take it
Sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and wheel

Enough man dem come again my selectin'
On and on cause why? We run tings every time
Uptown massive just settle Brooklyn chill out
Now we come down ruff and wicked from the Bronx, seen?
Come down my selector

All crew just hold tight
Enough respect, check it out

R&B now run tings again an'
Rock n' roll now run tings again an'
Commercial rap star run tings again
Pure hip-hop reggae run tings to the end, check it

Shabba Ranks him inna hip-hop style
Ziggy Marley inna hip-hop style
[Unverified] inna hip-hop style
KRS-One in de dance, make a man go wild

KRS the artical Don
Rock from Japan, all the way to Brooklyn
Open in the Bronx, at the Puerto Rican
In them [unverified] area, say ooh no, bust shot

Me never listen to all them slow jam
They wanna talk bout a woman and man
Give me a jam that, is not a scam
Can you address mine self, who I am?

Check it
Check it

Me don't want sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it
Sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it

Look on the radio, them talk 'bout sex
Look man TV, there enough violence
KRS him always make sense
But the radio station have no intelligence

Inna America the problem is immense
Inna England the problem is immense
Up in the Bronx, yes the problem is immense
Every man and woman wan sex and violence

You can't see this it's, ignorance
You can't see there is no intelligence
You can't see there is no common sense
When you think of entertainment, there's sex and violence

So, R&B now run tings again an'
Country music now run tings again an'
Commercial rap now run tings again
Pure hip-hop reggae run tings to the end, check it
Check it

What? Me don't want, sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it
Sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it

Everybody inna hip-hop style
I.C.U. inna hip-hop style
KRS inna hip-hop style
Yes [unverified] 'cause dance go wild

You never know see a kid learn quick
Him want money so him flash down lyric
Him want money so him flash down lyric
Pure, sucker screw but where him get it?

Sucker screw is entertainment
Sucker screw the people want it
Sucker screw but we revere it
So AIDS now becomes the epidemic

Me don't want, sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it
Sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it

R&B now run tings again an'
commercial rap now run tings again
R&B now run tings again
Country music you're lookin' at your end

KRS the artical Don
A from Japan all the way to Brooklyn
Up in the Bronx at the Puerto Rican
In them [unverified] area, say ooh no, bust shot

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Hey Willy - Lyrics - Hollies

Title: Hey Willy
Artist: Hollies
Composer(s): Roger Greenaway, Cooke Clark

Lyric:
Hey Willy, your mother calls you Billy
Your father calls you silly
But you really are a pretty one

Hey baby, you're dressing like a lady
The fellows call you Sadie
But you really are a pretty one

You don't care
What they say about your hair
'Cause the bad man's smiling
Every time he sees you comin', yeah

Willy is the singer in a rock 'n' roll band
Every time he shows his face
It's just to put away a grand, oh yeah

Oh yeah
Willy's gonna show them now
No no no no
Willy's gonna go somehow

My name's Willy gonna turn on the lights
Playing rock 'n' roll music to early early night
Can't stop dancing to the rhythm in your feet
Listen to the drummer yeah listen to the beat

Oh yeah
Willy's gonna show them now
No no no no
Willy's gonna go somehow

Hey Willy, your mother calls you Billy
Your daddy calls you silly
But you really are a pretty one

Hey baby, you're dressing like a lady
The fellows call you Sadie
But you really are a pretty one

You don't care
What they say about your hair
'Cause the bad man's smiling
Every time he sees you comin', yeah

Willy is the singer in a rock 'n' roll band
Every time he shows his face
It's just to put away a grand, oh yeah
Oh yeah

Willy's gonna show them now
No no no no
Willy's gonna go somehow

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Show 'Em - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Show 'Em
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, James Edward Thomas, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mc Cain, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Shit, who Bone Thugs?
Hell yeah Bone Thugs
Man them niggas broke up a long time ago
Nigga what the fuck you talking 'bout?
Mmm huu

Shit nigga I'll tell you one thing
Ain't nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby
You right about that shit right there
You know, Is that right?

Heh heh
Nigga you gotta be kidding me
What?
Nigga give me a drink
Here nigga, here some Hennessey

Man, them niggas can't be dying
Bone Thugs Negro
Don't know where you are?
It can't be over
It ain't over with nigga, what you talkin' bout?
Nigga gimme a drink

And tha haters can't stand it
They can't believe it Bone Thugs~N~Harmony
(Ha ha ha, goddamn right nigga)
Ruthless Records

What, what rest in peace Little Eazy Godfather
Ooh-eee
Better call the police
Bone Thugs~N~Harmony, 2000 muthafuckas
(Our Father who Art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name)

Will they prostitute me?
Will they prosecute me?
Stay under surveillance
Get out tha county, this nigga ain't got all my fuckin' jewelry
Local niggas, got me fucked up Bone Thugs bitch

Runnin' and we thuggin' it up
Look at a creepin' on ah come up
Ooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious
How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up?

Come kill me hater, murder with the AK
Play our, play our C Town, all the way through T Town
Northcoast keep goin'
Ready for the Midwest invasion y'all niggas keep growin'

But know that I know we was saken
Fuck shit some niggas can't take it, respect that
But we poets and if you don't squash it, fuck some rap shit
I be on some many mack your ass attack shit
Ready to back that, now who rollin'? Bone

Krayzie up in this muthafucka
Nigga I'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka until somebody dead
And even though we know niggas bust back
Big bullets givin' muthafuckas heart attacks

Unload Tat-tat-tat-tat
Krayzie Bone never did roll with no hoes
Hell naw we lettin' muthafuckas know
Everybody on the floor

And this ain't no goddamn joke
Nigga, break yourself or get broke
All I want is the money my cash flow
And I'm leaving on the first thing smoking out to Cleveland
We gotta get even

Even if it means I got to stop a muthafucka from breathin'
And I'm waitin' for niggas to plot to rob me
Nigga that can explain the reason you fucked up, bleedin'
Never forgot about guns, never forgot how to load 'em
Never forgot how to shoot 'em

Always a thug nigga what? Fuck it, let's shoot up the club
If any of you niggas get pumped
Thinkin' you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin' get stomped
And we goin' shut this whole thang down

Going out with a big bang, pow
And that's how the thugs do it
You know we get down and dirty
Nigga, you know the story, don't make me, boil me

Let's get ready for war
Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless
So, any nigga that want static
Come meet us outside in the yard, bitch

It's a hell of a job, when you marry the mob
I put a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids
Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends
Til the law ends, flossin'

Rollin' in my Benz I go against the grain
See, we ain't go change
I take an eye for a eye
Either thug or you die, and I ain't goin' cry

Rock a bye bye, nigga, die-die
Got a grudge against the judge
Tryin' to lock up my thugs
Wanna see us fall short

Fuck it, I'ma blow up the court and show 'em no remorse
Hit 'em up with the C4, backdoor
Nigga, let Stack go
I'ma attack with rap and show the crooked ass law no love

Better let dogs loose, got him, hold him up
And on top of that, these niggas fuckin' with 'cuz
All the real niggas in the streets with heat
If you really got beef, then buck it, fuck it
Nigga get disgusted, commit that 187 in public

If you runnin' for your life
In hot pursuit and you got to shoot to stay free, scream
Murda on the government, take me
No surrender, no retreat

Might as well say
Fuck this rappin', what's happenin'?
Layzie goin' out blastin' I'm smashin' on
Any muthafucka who be thinkin' they gon
Get they ass off without gettin' a little action

I crept and I came, down for my thang, man
It's a different game
Muthafuckas out callin' my name, but I'ma keep it the same
Figured I changed, nigga, fuck the fame

It ain't no mystery about mine
Same little nigga from the double nine
Every time, I keeps it real with shit you can feel
Still to the glock glock

Aw yeah, I'ma hit 'em with the murda mo
See 'em, better let it go
Bet they gon' run, run nine millimeter plus
I got a nigga beat or when it ain't enough
I got my shotgun

Now, how many niggas wanna roll with me?
Y'all say you real, then we'll see
Will you ride for me? Will you die for me?
If I pop somebody, straight up lie for me?

There he go, now slowly approach start buckin' but baby, no kills
Hit him low, we gotta get money so fuck it just show him what's real
'Cause it's all about money, money, yeah
Don't get in my way

Fuckin' with my money 'cause that could surely get you killed
Better find somebody to play with
'Cause I really ain't out to play bitch
Serious 'bout mine 'cause you're runnin' out of time
And talkin' that shit'll get you touched, bitch

Now you know that we ain't into
That rappin' back and forth on no song
Shit, like we ain't got nothin' else to talk about
But you on that hoe shit

Get the fuck outta my way
They say they move down and side to side
I beg to part your stupid ass clean out my path
Nigga, when the bullet blow
One bullet for this silly muthfucka

Your bloodbath, baby livin' in the day that made me sick in tha head
So crazy, interrogation
So many haters aggravate, so I convey and toss grenades
You niggas wanna be the T H U G?

Please, like me but can't see me
Bend and roll like a fuckin' hog
Muthafuck, 5th Dawg is definitely too damned greedy, sleazy
So many hoes screamin', bitch, skeeze me

Tease my nuts, get up on the thug stroll darlin'
Stack my dollars up to the ceiling nigga, with a mob
And creepin' through the neighborhood robbin' damn
It's a man on the roof with a gun, better run

It's your chance
Runnin' through servin' a dum dum to you
I'm a unique Bone Thug man
Stop wonderin' why did he leave that bloody, dead body gone

The nigga thought he could fuck with mine
But you'll never find no others more like my kind
You heard my niggas willin' to get down and dirty
I don't give a fuck
See the villain trudgin', nigga, peelin' slugs

A muthafucka here to show you
Who the realest thugs and that's us, the original thugstas
Subliminal criminal way to kill an individual
Bone clone niggas that thinkin' that they invincible
But not a real, I'm here to let you know, for sure, hoes

Yeah niggas, Bone back in the house once again
Bringin' y'all niggas that real shit
Lil Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, and that nigga Flesh
Wanna say what's up to all
Them real ass niggas out there feelin' this thug shit

And fuck all y'all player hatin' ass
Clonin' ass, wannabe Eazy-E Bone Thug Mo Thug ass niggas
We told y'all niggas this shit was eternal
Eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal

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Way I Am, The - Lyrics - Curtain Call - Eminem

Title: Way I Am, The
Album: Curtain Call
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
Whatever
Dre, just let it run
Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit
Aiyyo, this song is for anyone, fuck it
Just shut up and listen, aiyyo

I sit back with this pack of zig zags and this bag
Of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest MC on this, on this earth
And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
All this tension dispensin' these sentences
Gettin this stress that's been eatin' me recently off of this chest
And I rest again peacefully
But at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
In the streets when I'm eatin' or feedin' my daughter
To not come and speak to me

I don't know you and no
I don't owe you a motherfuckin' thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick
If you tempt me my tank is on empty
No patience is in me and if you offend me
I'm liftin' you 10 feet in the air
I don't care who is there and who saw me just jaw you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me

And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam

'Coz I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am

Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense it's constant
And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content
The song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses"
And all of this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me
So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie
Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up
When you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up
With the bullshit they pull, 'coz they full of shit too

When a dude's gettin' bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it's at
Middle America, now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see, an upper class city
Havin this happenin'
Then attack Eminem 'coz I rap this way
But I'm glad 'coz they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire
To burn and it's burnin' and I have returned

And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam

'Coz I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am

I'm so sick and tired of bein admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And dropped from my label and stop with the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top on "My Name is"
And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation
To cop me rotation at rock 'n' roll stations
And I just do not got the patience
To deal with these cocky caucasians who think
I'm some wigger who just tries to be black 'coz I talk
With an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin'
The same fuckin' questions

What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in
The why, the who what when, the where, and the how
'Til I'm grabbin' my hair and I'm tearin' it out
'Coz they drivin' me crazy, I can't take it
I'm racin', I'm pacin', I stand and I sit
And I'm thankful for every fan that I get
But I can't take a shit, in the bathroom
Without someone standin' by it
No I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole, I'm glad

'Coz I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam

'Coz I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am

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The Way I Am - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: The Way I Am
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
Whatever
Dre just let it run, aye yo, turn the beat up a lil' bit
Aye yo this song if for anyone, fuck it
Shut up and listen aye yo

I sit back with the pack of zig zags and this bag
Of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest MC on this earth
And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse

And just blirk, it's bazerk and bizare shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve all this tension
Dispensin' me sentence is gettin' the stress that's been eatin' me
Recently off of this chest and I rest again peacefully

But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone
When you freaks see me out in the streets
When I'm eatin' or feedin' my daughter to not come and speak to me
I don't know you and no I don't owe you a mutha' fuckin' thing

I'm not Mr. N SYNC I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly I can be a prick if you tempt me
My tank is on empty, no patients is in me and if you offend me
I'm lifting you ten feet in the air

I don't care who was there and who saw me destroy you
I'll call you a lawyer file you a law suite
I'll smile in the court room and buy you a wardsrobe I'm tired of arguin'
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be it's just me

And I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam

'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, everyday I am
I don't know that's just the way I am

Sometimes I just feel like my father I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense, it's constant
And oh it's his lyrical content the song 'Guilty Conscience'
Has gotten such rotten responses

And all of this controversy circles me and it
Seems the the media immediately
Points a finger at me so I point one back at 'em
But not the index or pinky

Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up
When you don't give a fuck when you won't just put up
Wit the bullshit they pull 'cause they full of shit too
When a dudes gettin bullied and shoos up the school

And they blame it on Marylin and the heroine
Where were the parents at? And look where its at?
Middle America now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see, an upper class city

Havin' this happenin' then attack Eminem
'Cause I rap this way? But I'm glad 'cause they feed me the fuel
That I need for the fire to burn
And it's burnin, and I have returned

And I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam

'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, everyday I am
I don't know that's just the way I am

I'm so sick and tired of bein' admired
That I wished that I would just die or get fired
And drop from my label and stop wit the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top a 'My Name is'

And pigeon hold in to some poppy sensation
That caught me rotating in rock 'n' roll stations
And I just do not got the patience to deal
With these cocky Cau Casions

Who think I'm some wigger who tries to be black
'Cause I talk wit an accent and grab on my ball
So they always keep askin' the same fuckin' questions
'What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in'

The why, the who, what and the where and the how
Till I'm grabbin' my hair and I'm tearing it out
'Cause they drivin' me crazy
I can't take it, I'm racin', I'm pacing, I stand then I sit
And I'm thankful for every fan that I get

But I can't take a shit in the bathroom
Without someone standing by it
You know I won't sign your autograph
You can call me and asshole, I'm glad

'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam

'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, everyday I am
I don't know that's just the way I am

Play the MP3 online for free!

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