You Can Call Me Leisure - Lyrics - Beautiful South

Title: You Can Call Me Leisure
Artist: Beautiful South
Composer(s): David Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
You look a younger my beautiful version of death
But I'm scared to hold you close or smell your breath
Now your body's facing east your heart is west
And you can call me leisure and I can call you rest

We can't stop thinking that we should've guessed
We should've held you closer to our chest
'Cause our shoulders were put there for that test
Now you can call me leisure and I can call you rest

Well you certainly jumped the red at treasure chest
Your joyride didn't feel bad enough to confess
Till you placed the lemming on this family crest

And you can call me leisure
The donor of poor measure
The scalpel of all pleasure
I'll call you rest

It's what we thought God gave us shoulders for
Not to shrug in self pity or to ignore
Instead the helpless ration chances to poor
We pick your weightless body up from the floor
We pick your weightless body up from the floor

All the minutes all the hours that you caressed
Have been taken to a place that you thought best
If it's Heaven or it's Hell you're still well blessed
And I shall get my own back when I can call you rest

Well you certainly jumped the red at treasure chest
Your joyride didn't feel bad enough to confess
Till you placed the lemming on this family crest

And you can call me leisure
The donor of poor measure
The scalpel of all pleasure
I'll call you rest

It's what we thought God gave us shoulders for
Not to shrug in self pity or to ignore
Instead the helpless ration chances to poor
We pick your weightless body up from the floor
We pick your weightless body up from the floor

Up from the floor, up from the floor, up from the floor

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Gotta Thing For You - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: Gotta Thing For You
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): Bobby Caldwell, Shawntae Harris, Alfons Kettner, L T Hutton

Lyric:
My dear, my dear, my dear
You do not know me but I know you very well
So let me tell about Da Brat-ta-ta ta
I'm light skin, redbone, peanut butter complexion
Very affectionate, very direct when I'm expressing myself

I'm 5.5', my astrology sign is Aries
Thick in my thighs, 36Bs
Pretty brown eyes, no hair weaves
Put it down with these luscious sa-sa-suckable lips

Making you wanna reach out and touch 'em
Come on and give me a kiss
Could it be those hips just pokin' out of my jeans
I showed them once or twice
And some niggers have become feems

I'm a javouci rocking, hat cockin'
Blunt smoking, no stopping, weave cocking
With constant heat dropping

Bombs on non-believers charming all the people
They call it the life of leisure
I'm preaching what I'm speaking
You said that you still seeing
So please believe it you needin'
The B to the muthafucking R A T

I guess you wonder where I've been
I search to find the love within
I came back to let you know
I gotta thing for you and I can't let it go

I'm steppin' in the club, y'all, hey now
Niggers showing me love, y'all, hey now
I wrap for my thugs, y'all, hey now
Especially my niggers, they got the ooh

I'd be sitting in my car waiting on you
To drop off my package
A big zipped locked baggy to support my habit
We'll go together like Roger and Jessica Rabbit

I'm spoiled rotten, I'm rocking pink
Silk panties at the moment but I'm sport cotton
But Jeanie's dreamin' of Jeanie will blink me to Scotty
So he can beam me pump adrenaline onto my blood stream

Proceed extremely with caution, I'm probably gleaming
'Cause my bling bling is worth a fortune
It seems things will never change
So I puffed often 'cause these dayz, niggers is crazy
You can't pay me to roll without my AK

I guess you wonder where I've been
I search to find the love within
I came back to let you know
I gotta thing for you and I can't let it go

I can't let go off this game
I can't let go off this fame
But for sure before I go
You niggers gonna know my name

I'm in the shit, 'cause I'm so doogie, one in a million
Cop a Brazzillion for the coochie that rides smoothly
Pass the doobie, the dutchie, rudely interrupted
Your regularly scheduled program, I throw down and bust it

And there ain't no hoe around touching me
I'm sharper than cutlery, I slice niggers to itty bitty pieces
Dice them to [Incomprehensible]

I'm steppin' in the club now y'all, hey now
Niggers showing me love y'all, hey now
I wrap for my thugs, y'all, hey now
Especially my niggers, they got the ooh

I guess you wonder where I've been
I search to find the love within
I came back to let you know
I gotta thing for you and I can't let it go

You know, you know
You know, you know
You know, you know
You know, you know
And I can't let it go

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Take Care Of Me - Lyrics - Az

Title: Take Care Of Me
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony S Cruz, Sherree Patri Ford-Payne, Larry Gates

Lyric:
Let me call shortie up
If tonight's the, night then let me know
Hit me up as soon as possible
Got it on right here for you baby, take care of me
Keep doing this, man

We could do that little bit ya like
You know the one that keeps us up all night
I'm a little uptight baby, baby, take care of me
Amusing me, huh? Okay

Look, I just landed, your request is granted
I'm in some 2-seater, pumping the best of Janet
Be through in a minute or two, I'm wit the fellas
Bullshitting, trying to finish my brew

But I'm here, it's nice weather, short-sleeve
Ice weather, had on the Matins but the Nikes was better
Hope you relax and tonight's whatever
Fatal attraction, the life of pleasure

Got bottles of the L I Q, champagne a little 'Gnac
You can tell I knew, talk to me
The house or the 'telly suite, I need to know
The perception on my celly's weak, batteries low

If tonight's the, night then let me know, hello? Yo
Hit me up as soon as possible, damn
Got it on right here for you baby, take care of me
Keep on doing this shit, word up

We could do that little bit ya like
Gotta give all this up, man
You know the one that keeps us up all night, crazy
I'm a little uptight baby, baby, take care of me

Listen, I need a diva that could roll cheeba
Blow in and out of town on her own leisure
Love shopping, Kahlua's when she club hopping
Pretty toes, love the pose when the thug's watching

Play fair, hair done, face clear
Type of chick any playa wanna take care, she that nice
The truth is, I've been trapped twice
Told her my life, need a wife for me to act right

Or could it be, just me on a hoe spree
Nowadays, live alone and I'm lonely, spreading my wings
A player in prokeds and some jeans, a pioneer
And getting slow head is my thing

I'm in the mix wit the lies come along wit the tricks
Improvise, pretty thighs come along wit the hips
I can't knock it, try it but I can't stop it
It's in my blood, like the same way I love chocolate
And all I hear is

If tonight's the night then, let me know, whoa
Hit me up as soon as possible, it's on now
Got it on right here for you baby, take care of me
Gotta get away man, gotta leave this alone man

We could do that little bit ya like, can't keep living like this
You know the one that keeps us up all night, just one shortie, one, one
I'm a little uptight baby, baby, take care of me
That's all I need one, word up

I'm in my prime wit a lot on my plate, the party life
Clear my mind when I'm out of the states
Feeling relieved, revived when I'm feeling the breeze
I'm at my best when I'm chilling and I'm feeling at ease
Ladies respect

It's hard when I'm backwards balling, playing the field
And a whole lotta ass be calling, nothing is real
Is it wrong 'cuz I'm doing my thing? Pimping if, either or
But I do what you dream

Follow the leader, I've seen what I needed to see
Leave it to me and believe I'm not easy to g
Don't even try it, so ladies, all together, let's sing it
I know your needs and your wants
And if you want me to bring it, I gotta hear it

If tonight's the, night then let me know, okay
Hit me up as soon as possible, I'ma figure this all out
Got it on for you right here baby, take care of me
I don't if I'm getting used

We could do that little bit ya like
Or if I'm using them, I'ma figure this all out though
You know the one that keeps us up all night
I'm getting ready to go through though
I'm a little uptight baby, baby, take care of me

Try that, you'll find out where you at, hold up
Yo dun lemme use your cell for a minute men
My, mine's dead man
Getting ready to break out, yeah, try that

I'll see y'all tomorrow, man, word up
Eyo, save some of that too for tomorrow
We outta here, man, we going to Vegas
Our year, tomorrow

If tonight's the night then let me know
Hit me up as soon as possible
Got it on for you right here baby, take care of me

We could do that little bit ya like
You know the one that keeps us up all night
I'm a little uptight baby, baby, take care of me

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A-1 Performance - Lyrics - Az

Title: A-1 Performance
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Geoffrey Brillhart Leib, Makeba Riddick, Curtis Aaron Richardson, Anthony S Cruz

Lyric:
Y'all can't be serious, this is A-1 Performance
Your boy wit' the million-dollar vocal chords
No more Cristal and DoM P, straight Gatorade
And they say in death, all life questions shall be answered
But this here started before the womb and will not end after the grave
Y'all can't disturb me

Critically acclaimed, verbally I'm sickly insane
Officially, I remain the Ripley's of the game
Believe or not, the hustler's here to retrieve his spot
From y'all dungaree thieves that mislead the block

No rehearsal, nothing's controversial
Relax homie, react, one response'll hurt you
I know death, I was there when souls left
Froze holdin' my nose, over decomposed flesh

It's deeper, brown reefer, no beeper, low ceaser
Outta sight, the life make the doe sweeter
The best Derrick Jeter, veggie-eater, half-ebonizer
Love leisure, crewed up, in the stretch 11-seater

It's either, move accordin' or, lose an organ
It's sorta like an abortion, you choose what's more important for ya
Pimp to poet, from prince to heroic to
Now, King of New York now, as if y'all don't know this

If you think you want it, you know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no
If you, if you think you want it, you know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no

I done did the ostriches, the gators, silver foxes
Silk boxers, rocked ice so obnoxious
Wore Pradas, Taj Mahal more dollars
What other motherfucker y'all could call hotter

Street affilly, sweet swisher, switch from Willy
This so amazing, MJ style the flows Cajun
Connect wit me, absorb, reflect wit me
Respect I'm so N-Sync, I could sex Britney

Been about it, no comparison, send 'em a stylist
They too old for gold, and they dress code is childish
I'm grown music, so I ask don't confuse it
Consider, I'ma soul food this Howard Hewitt

So's the don, so seductive overdose 'em wit' charm
Paranoid, sorta, so please approach me calm
Clothes and money, hydro, hoes among me
Emphatically, the truth is y'all can't take nothin' from me

If you think you want it, you know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no
If you think you want it, you know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no

Although it's all music, at times we misuse it
Confuse it, like we back on the block suited
Born-thugs now get recruited, but listen youngin'
You still a student I spit twirlin' tricks wit' a toothpick

Taught ya teacher, I'm the source for seekers
Resurrected like Christ off the cross on Easter
Zone excessive, seven different home addresses
So many years lost through tribulations, I've grown possessive

I, earned my title, I learned survival
Self-made, never too concerned wit' idols
The earth and the moon is one, and I'm the sun
So all competition is none, get ya gun

If you think you want it, you know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no
If you think you want it, you know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no

Nobody, doing it better than AZ
No, no

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A Film Called - Lyrics - Common

Title: A Film Called
Artist: Common
Composer(s): James Yancey, Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Bilal Oliver

Lyric:
Yea,Yea,Yea
You know, they call me a pimp, and you know what that mean
I'm a Person that's Making Profit. See I pimp internationally
I'm nationally recognized, locally accepted
I pimp with the truth, that's the only method

Seen her on Madison where Vice Lords be Travelin
And Chevy windows be rattlin
And badder than any other broads that I've seen in these parts
Her body language spoke like a smart remark, eyebrows arched
Thick lips, blond wig, nice tits, ass the size that I dig
Asked her the name, one way to approach her
See she had game, she needed me to coach her
Expose her to some paper, freedom and culture
The way a righteous pimp is supposed to

As he came closer in his eyes I seen fortune
I ain't having it like abortion
Walking with this stick holding his tip
Looked like a Black Panther that was trying to pimp
It was cold as shit, I'm waitin on my ride
Act like I didn't see him I tried

Motion denied (pause)
I felt the vibe like Roy Ayers
She was used to seeing pimps in furs and gators
Told her I'm an innovator, a gentlemen of leisure
That's in tuned with nature, hold Common's hand
I'm a take you to a pimps promise land
Where no man can break ya, break ya, break ya

Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers
Customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god
Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers
Customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god

{Hey girl, come on over here, check it out)
Make your next move your best move, choose me
How I look working for a nigga in a cuffe'
If I was on a track you couldn't produce me
With them shits on your wrist looking goofy
(Yea ok)
I pimp without a pause, for the cause, I'm a rebel
You been on the streets I'm trying to take you to another level
You used to the same game, cats saying the same thang
Nigga you gone ho underground or ho mainstream
Nigga you must not know of me
I'm the mack here
Ought to have you ho for me (Common get real now)
Pimp yo punk ass
Have you write me poetry
I'm from a land called cash
You too slow for me
You know why?
I'm thinking bigger than Bagets
Birds in slick cars
Or have you on the corner trickin in strip bars
If you become mine the world would be ours
Respect the game, and universal laws
What, I oughta pimp slap your ass and make you fall against the wall
(Common try it)
Why you in the game if you ain't even trying to ball
I know pimpin ain't easy but damn you barely surviving
We can't ride together cause you ain't driving
(Common oh it's like that)

Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers
Customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god
Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers
Customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god

(This, this, this really how I look at it check it)
You and I together is like Ashford and Simpson
Picture us elbow to elbow at the hustler's convention
Think I'm gone risk my ass then give you the cash (Common yep)
That shit is the past
I got my own stable (Common where at)
I oughta pierce your navel and put you on the track
Matter of fact I been looking for a ho that's abstract
Girl you getting beside yourself
I'm trying to guide you
Help you see inside yourself
I pimp with vision, I'm a help you see the light
Have you covering your body and have you eating right

(Is that right)
I'm pimp ho's, pimp pens, (Common Say what)
Pimp rhythms, pimp flows
Pimp men (Common and pimp what)
Pimp systems
Got stores called big pimpin (Common Where)
Down South
In Texas I ran the best ho house
Common
(So)
I pimp from Brazil to um, Tokyo
Have Japanese broads sayin 'choushi wa dou' (MC Lyte Yea right)
Bring'em back to the states to turn dates from Europe
Made the dirtiest of hoes seem purer

(HA ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
(Common Why you laughin)
I'm laughin cause you funny
I'm make bitch niggaz like you have my money
I get six hundred off yo skinny ass weekly
You'll get all the right tolls in that dashiki
Yo, what ever happened to loyalty
Don't you want to become royalty
On the streets selling ass and oils for me
But you on this ho-asis and really I can't reach you
Fuckyou then I'm about to be a preacher

Well there you have it ya'll
The story of pimps and hoes ya'll know how it goes
It's been the oldest profession
The whole thing is like a lesson
Ain't no second guessin
Pimps ya'll, hustlers
All that good shit
Yea, yea 2000 and forever
It'll be here
Uh, uh aiight cool

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16 Hoes - Lyrics - Too $Hort

Title: 16 Hoes
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Zak Wallace, Todd Shaw, Phalon Alexander

Lyric:
Oh, I mean
I choose to call you ladies of leisure
And I have like 16 *** to my name

16 ***, Tasha, Tameka
16 ***, Karoline and Keesha
16 ***, LaShonda, Shaquita
16 ***, Jane and Jelesa

I got 16 ***, Mandy and Mindy
16 ***, Amy and Cindy
16 ***, Selena, Martina
16 ***, Rosa, Christina

I got 16 ***, time is up
If they choosin', line 'em up
I'll sign 'em up, I'll sign 'em up
I got a lot of *** and can't find enough

I got 16 ***, can I get some more?
I get a lot of love when I hit the door
If I was 20 years old or 64
I'm like James Bond, I always get the h***

I got 16 ***
If he paid that *** to suck his ***
That's his business, you know what's up with this
I ain't never paid a dime to f***

I got 16 ***, 16 flows
Spit 16 bars, do 16 shows
I got 16 ***, you can count 'em
In the last 20 years, I made 16 albums

16 ***, Tasha, Tameka
16 ***, Karoline and Keesha
16 ***, LaShonda, Shaquita
16 ***, Jane and Jelesa

16 ***, Mandy and Mindy
16 ***, Amy and Cindy
16 ***, Selena, Martina
16 ***, Rosa, Christina
16 ***

Who got freaks like me?
You keep one in a *** with feet like me
Not even Miami got Heat like me
Only rich muh'*** doin' beats like me

16 *** and they all obey
B*** talked back to me, got dumped in the face
I flunked recess, I don't play
Do you really understand? Alright, okay

16 ***, break brenzell with Phenzell
Catch that ***, then brrrup me on my Nextel
I could care less if you meant well
Get ya a*** back on the track and slang that tail

16 *** and we a cute little family
My h*** love me and they can't stand me
Chubby wads of cash, my h*** hand me
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 plus 8 is

16 ***, Tasha, Tameka
16 ***, Karoline and Keesha
16 ***, LaShonda, Shaquita
16 ***, Jane and Jelesa

16 ***, Mandy and Mindy
16 ***, Amy and Cindy
16 ***, Selena, Martina
16 ***, Rosa, Christina

I take 7 dumb *** and I put 'em in line
Add 7 more *** that jock *** that rhyme
Give me 7 more broads that got dough on they mind
And that's 21 *** broke at the same time

That ain't 16 ***, you need to add about 5 more
And don't bring her here if she ain't a real live h***
Old school pimpin', don't call this a throwback
And f*** a couple ***, I need a fo' by fo' pack

16 ***, now that's a number that fit me
If they 'bout they business, sheezy you know where to hit me
Jazze, tell 'em to keep it trill and don't ***
They finna free Pimp C and he comin' with me, we need

16 ***, Tasha, Tameka
16 ***, Karoline and Keesha
16 ***, LaShonda, Shaquita
16 ***, Jane and Jelesa

16 ***, Mandy and Mindy
16 ***, Amy and Cindy
16 ***, Selena, Martina
16 ***, Rosa, Christina
16 ***

When I was 16, used to *** hoodrats
It's not a big thing
A few years later did some major upgradin'
See a top-notch, I say, "Hey, what's up, baby?"

16 ***, can't find your lost ***?
She's probably with $hort playin' at the golf course
Another ego, a hole-in-one
The game ain't borin', my h*** are fun

I got 16 *** all nicknamed ***
Make Daddy happy, y'all get that d***
Since they're everywhere, you figure I'll stop
Couldn't be a better player than me, I got 16 ***

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Claimin' I'M A Criminal - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Claimin' I'M A Criminal
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): Arnie Lawrence, Homer Banks, Carl Hampton, Raymond Jackson, L Dechalus

Lyric:
7 in the mornin', they kickin' down my momma's door
Now tell me what is this motherfuckin' drama for?
Can a nigga get rest after rest without the stress?
Then they put the Glock to my chest

Best think 'fore I twitch or I'm popped
Off to the clink with this bitch ass cop
They gotta nigga locked like the dread on my head, jack
And if I try to fight back, well then I'm dead, black

I got the right to an attorney and to stay silent
They got the right to try to burn me if I play violent
I know the game so I just roll with the procedure
Illegal search and seizure, somethin' that they're doin' at their leisure

Down at the station, interrogation is takin' place
Overcrowded jails but for me they're makin' space
Tell the devil to his face he can suck my dick
It's the whole black race that they're fuckin' with

Come to find my crime was lettin' brothers know the time
Only the devil is stoppin' me from eatin' swine
And plus my prior record sealed my fate
One for all and in God we trust got me sent upstate

But still I won't bite my tongue
I just write tight shit to incite the young, to fight the one
Who keeps them on a level that's minimum
That's the number one reason

(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time
(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time

(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time
(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time

I was frustrated, I can't do no more push-ups
Niggas be swole up, locked down 'cos of a hold-up
"The devil made me do it", is what I say
Got some bad news on my one phone call the other day

I love the kids and I teach 'em to love their father
I'll get you some kicks and try to send some flicks
But it's over, baby, yes it's over
Ain't much you can do when you're holdin' a phone

A million inmates but ya still alone
You're not cryin' but inside ya dyin'
You might cry in the night when ya safe and outta sight
Damn I miss my peeps and the rides in the jeeps

And my, casual freedom, where's my crew when I need 'em?
A visit ain't the same like being in the game
But I'll take it, at least with that I'll make it
The beast is a bitch and I see it

I do the knowledge to 'em, so next time I can do 'em
Yo X, I gotta lock it now but write me real soon
I know that you're a busy man, give me a minute
You can never know the penal 'til you been locked the fuck up in it

This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time

(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time
(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time

They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal

They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal

They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal
They claimin', I'm a criminal

(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time
(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time

(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time
(They claimin', I'm a criminal)
This time and day
Ooh, gotta run for time

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Judgement Night {From Judgement Night} - Lyrics - Tales From The B-Side - Biohazard

Title: Judgement Night {From Judgement Night}
Album: Tales From The B-Side
Artist: Biohazard
Composer(s): K Jones, D Schuler, M Fletcher, F Scruggs, W Graziedei, R Hambel, E Seinfeld, C Parker, T Taylor

Lyric:
Judgement night
Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night, in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Over here and bust the way, crush a sucka gutter
Sun don't cease at a hundred degrees
I'm coolin in your freezer, he's a breezer
I hits it up with that bald faced rap
I sinks to the crack and I make shit get wild

Run it by, bust to start, to punch others front
Top drop Caesar, it's more than a leisure
Bitch every fuckin' grain in your brain like a tweezer
The sinister thief shaded to six feet deep for the misdemeanor
Offender, the back bender, corny nigga, the bullshit trip ender

Never perpetratin', so ain't no lurkin' in the dark
I'm lurkin' near the workin' niggaz heart, c'mon
Used to be a gambler when I was a scrambler
Now I'm grand to her, Shorty back might damage her

Who's this here, state my facts and react
And saturate brains with a plate of hot wax
Intertwining, combining and aligning, shining
Studies in the light right now while we wreak fuckin' havoc

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Come inside with His Highness, the illinest
Killin' 'em with adrenalin, blast past the minimum
Look to the winter ugliness, ruggedness under the rug
Drugs and his money strikes confidence

Chopped in the days and the blazin' smell
Then the realm of a seance, I blackloose guns
Comin' to the project, walls with A K's
We're talkin' days, word that you son
You really want some next shit? Some blood on the exit?

Onyx, watch me wreck shit as they exit
But yo I keep 'em hollerin', Screamin' out for mercy minds
Of a lowest of enemies, ghetto mentality
So blast it as I hit your head, you're dead not disbelievin'
Got the toxic rock to bring a nigga, Biohazard

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Yo, gimme that shit, you fuckin' bald headed bastard
What the evil nasty access? Mad shit to burn the acids
So ashes to ashes raps with the ghetto gats
And I'm doin', niggaz ruin 'em, showin' 'em my razzmatazz

Mainly a devil rebel, foul niggaz know we fuckin' wild
I'm wild, I'm wild, he's wild so we's wild, capture the rapture
Come blackness after, I swear to fuckin' God I raise Hell
And make the white man call me master, I'm six, six, six

And need to repent to the pastor so fuck the radio
And close your ears but read my lips, I rips and if you eat my words
I'll leave your strung like umm umm umm, it was on the tip of my tongue
But now it's stuck in between my throat, I can't breath so I lick it

Onyx ain't the top pick, you must be suckin' a black dick
And if it takes the death of me to make history
The whole world will remember my misery
I know what I'm tryin to say, my words get in the way

They render me speechless, oh black Jesus I'm cryin' inside
Couldn't give a fuck if I live or I die 'cause I'm just a slave
Who's brave but fuck pickin' cotton, I'd rather see my grave
So I meditated before I was created and if you prefer sorrow

Made me reincarnated, now I'm back rulin' MC's
But pussy niggaz increase, well then it's just another nigga
That gotta get greased, so if you wanna talk shit
In order to avoid a fight, say what the fuck you wanna say
Just spell my name right, yeah motherfucker

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night
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Love It Or Leave It Alone - Lyrics - Alicia Keys

Title: Love It Or Leave It Alone
Artist: Alicia Keys
Composer(s): Alicia Augello-Cook, Joseph Williams, Derek Murphy, Charles J Davis, Lorenzo Dechalus, Kirk Khaleel

Lyric:
Out in the streets, they call it murder

Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound, ah, weed in a van back
It in a your hand bag, your knapsack, it in a your backpack
The smell ah, give your girlfriend contact

Some boy nuh notice, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don't know the real hardcore

'Cause sandals ah, nuh Backtoo
The thugs dem will do whe dem got to
And won't think twice to shot you
Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A bare tuff things come at you

When Trenchtown man stop laugh and lock-off traffic
Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung an it ah beat drop it
Police come in a jeep and dem can't stop it

Some say them ah, playboy ah, playboy rabbit
Get dropped like a bad habit
So nuh bodah pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone

Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder

Welcome to Jamrock, poor people ah, dead at random
Political violence, can done
Pure ghost and phantom, the youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings ah call

Old man to pickney, so wave unnuh hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
Then dem don't do nothin' at all

C'mon let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
And Most ah de youths them waste it
And when dem waste it, that's when dem take the guns replace it
Then dem don't stand a chance at all

And that's why ah nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna dem back pocket
And have leisure night time inna some black jacket
All who nuh lock glocks, ah dem a lock rocket

They will full you up ah current like ah short circuit
Dem a run ah roadblock which part the cops block it
And from now till a mornin' nuh stop clock it
If dem run outta rounds ah bruck back ratchet

Welcome to Jamrock
(South side, north side)
Welcome to Jamrock
(East coast, west coast, huh, yo)

Welcome to Jamrock
(Conwell, Middlesex in stereo)
Hey, welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder

Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica, now
Jamaica, Jamaica
Yo, Jamaica, Jamaica
Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock

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Love It Or Leave It Alone / Welcome To Jamrock - Lyrics - Unplugged - Alicia Keys

Title: Love It Or Leave It Alone / Welcome To Jamrock
Album: Unplugged
Artist: Alicia Keys
Composer(s): Alicia Augello-Cook, Joseph Williams, Derek Murphy, Charles J Davis, Lorenzo Dechalus, Kirk Khaleel

Lyric:
Out in the streets, they call it murder

Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound, ah, weed in a van back
It in a your hand bag, your knapsack, it in a your backpack
The smell ah, give your girlfriend contact

Some boy nuh notice, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don't know the real hardcore

'Cause sandals ah, nuh Backtoo
The thugs dem will do whe dem got to
And won't think twice to shot you
Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A bare tuff things come at you

When Trenchtown man stop laugh and lock-off traffic
Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung an it ah beat drop it
Police come in a jeep and dem can't stop it

Some say them ah, playboy ah, playboy rabbit
Get dropped like a bad habit
So nuh bodah pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone

Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder

Welcome to Jamrock, poor people ah, dead at random
Political violence, can done
Pure ghost and phantom, the youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings ah call

Old man to pickney, so wave unnuh hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
Then dem don't do nothin' at all

C'mon let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
And Most ah de youths them waste it
And when dem waste it, that's when dem take the guns replace it
Then dem don't stand a chance at all

And that's why ah nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna dem back pocket
And have leisure night time inna some black jacket
All who nuh lock glocks, ah dem a lock rocket

They will full you up ah current like ah short circuit
Dem a run ah roadblock which part the cops block it
And from now till a mornin' nuh stop clock it
If dem run outta rounds ah bruck back ratchet

Welcome to Jamrock
(South side, north side)
Welcome to Jamrock
(East coast, west coast, huh, yo)

Welcome to Jamrock
(Conwell, Middlesex in stereo)
Hey, welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder

Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica, now
Jamaica, Jamaica
Yo, Jamaica, Jamaica
Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock

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I'Ll Be Hard To Handle - Lyrics - Ella Fitzgerald

Title: I'Ll Be Hard To Handle
Artist: Ella Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Bernard Dougall, Jerome Kern

Lyric:
Now we'll say till something do us part
That old dad of mine ain't got a heart
Any girl who's out for pleasure
Thinks of marriage only at her leisure
As it is, they've got the horse behind the cart

When my pop said we must wed
He kind of wowed me, still I'm ready
But one thing must be clear at this time

I'll be hard to handle, I promise you that
And if you complain here's one little Jane
Who'll leave you flat

I'll be hard to handle, what else can I be
I say with a shrug, I think you're a mug
To marry me

When you first threw me a gander, I was willing to philander
But I never thought I'd have to be a bride
Now you're gonna find tough sledding
I don't want no shotgun wedding, I was only along for the ride

I'll be hard to handle, I'm telling you plain
Just be a dear and scram out of here
I'm gonna raise Cain

I'll be hard to handle, my bridges are burned
This wedding's a gag and you're in the bag
Where I'm concerned

I'll be hard to handle, when we've said, "I do"
See there's no hope I just got a dope
When I took you

I'll be living my life in bed but they always will be twin beds
And I warn you, you'll be living like a monk
Our affair is now a past one, so don't think you've pulled the fast one
Just remember, I think you're a punk

I'll be hard to handle, I'm no ball and chain
I'll find some means to call the marines
I'm gonna raise Cain, gonna raise Cain
I'm telling you plain, I'm gonna raise Cain

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The Parting Glass - Lyrics - Sinead Oconnor

Title: The Parting Glass
Artist: Sinead Oconnor
Composer(s): Traditional Donal Lunny, Sinead O'Connor, Alan E Branch, Kieran Kiely, Cora Venus Lunny

Lyric:
Oh, all the money e'er I had, I spent it in good company
And ll the harm I've ever done, alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of with to memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass, goodnight and joy be to you all

Oh, if I had money enough to spend, and leisure time to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in this town, that sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips, I own, she has my heart in thrall
So fill to me the parting glass, goodnight and joy be to you all

Of all the comrades e'er I had, they're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts e'er I had, they'd wished me one more day to stay
But since it falls into my lot, that I should rise and you should not
I gently rise and softly call, goodnight and joy be to you all
Goodnight and joy be to you all

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The Parting Glass - Lyrics - Pogues

Title: The Parting Glass
Artist: Pogues
Composer(s): Shane Macgowan, Cait O'Riordan, Peter Stacey, James Fearnley, Andrew Ranken, Jem Finer

Lyric:
Of all the money that e'er I spent
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that ever I did
Alas, it was to none but me

And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

If I had money enough to spend
And leisure to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in the town
That sorely has my heart beguiled

Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
I own she has my heart enthralled
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They'd wish me one more day to stay

But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be with you all

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