Your Love Is Extravagant - Lyrics - Casting Crowns - Casting Crowns

Title: Your Love Is Extravagant
Album: Casting Crowns
Artist: Casting Crowns
Composer(s): Darrell Evans

Lyric:
Your love is extravagant
Your friendship, it is intimate

I feel like moving to the rhythm of your grace
Your fragrance is intoxicating in our secret place

'Cause your love is extravagant

Spread wide in the arms of Christ
Is the love that covers sin
No greater love have I ever known,
You considered me a friend and capture my heart again

Your love is extravagant
Your friendship, it is intimate

I feel like moving to the rhythm of your grace
Your fragrance is intoxicating in our secret place

And your love is extravagant

Spread wide in the arms of Christ
Is the love that covers sin
No greater love have I ever known
You considered me a friend

Spread wide in the arms of Christ
Is the love that covers sin
No greater love have I ever known
You considered me a friend and capture my heart again

Your love is extravagant
Your friendship, it is intimate

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Criminology - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: Criminology
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): Stuart Bascombe, Leroy Burgess, D Coles, Patrick Adams, Russell Patterson, Robert Diggs, Cory Woods

Lyric:
"I told you a long time ago you fuckin' little monkey not to fuck me"
"Hey hey, who the fuck you think you going for huh?"
"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' door boy?"
"You wanna go to war? Wanna go to war, okay?"

Comin' up on half a mil, we build
Get real God, taking you on another one son
Uhh, Julio Igleasias
Making cream like that nigga

Yo, first of all son, peep the arson
Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark
Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture
I hand glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture

Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant
Then I react, like a convict, and start killin' shit
It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances
Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences

The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway
No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'

While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin' niggaz off airplanes 'cause cash rules
Everything around me black, as you can see
Swallow this murder one verse like God degree

Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
You adapt like a flashback chain reaction

Just a minute son, AK's black bust back like seventy Macs
I'm all that, street niggaz knowin' my steez black
Ron G, you know he coincide with me see
Marvelous, Menace fo' society

But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with ghost
I max the most shotguns through the nose
Phonograph hip hop put me on top
'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot

The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit
Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit
And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal, foul
Four toothed child was wild

The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid
No I'm not doin' a bid
Too much to get for what 'cause six niggaz got
Stuck, and the nigga chain was truck

Yo fuck that, Criminology rap
Speakers stay jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac'
Nigga, bring it, yeah

Much love go to New York City
All my Tommy Hil' ice rockin' niggaz

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Criminology - Lyrics - Raekwon The Chef

Title: Criminology
Artist: Raekwon The Chef
Composer(s): Stuart Bascombe, Leroy Burgess, D Coles, Patrick Adams, Russell Patterson, Robert Diggs, Cory Woods

Lyric:
"I told you a long time ago you fuckin' little monkey not to fuck me"
"Hey hey, who the fuck you think you going for huh?"
"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' door boy?"
"You wanna go to war? Wanna go to war, okay?"

Comin' up on half a mil, we build
Get real God, taking you on another one son
Uhh, Julio Igleasias
Making cream like that nigga

Yo, first of all son, peep the arson
Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark
Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture
I hand glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture

Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant
Then I react, like a convict, and start killin' shit
It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances
Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences

The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway
No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'

While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin' niggaz off airplanes 'cause cash rules
Everything around me black, as you can see
Swallow this murder one verse like God degree

Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
You adapt like a flashback chain reaction

Just a minute son, AK's black bust back like seventy Macs
I'm all that, street niggaz knowin' my steez black
Ron G, you know he coincide with me see
Marvelous, Menace fo' society

But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with ghost
I max the most shotguns through the nose
Phonograph hip hop put me on top
'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot

The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit
Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit
And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal, foul
Four toothed child was wild

The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid
No I'm not doin' a bid
Too much to get for what 'cause six niggaz got
Stuck, and the nigga chain was truck

Yo fuck that, Criminology rap
Speakers stay jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac'
Nigga, bring it, yeah

Much love go to New York City
All my Tommy Hil' ice rockin' niggaz

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Fuck You - Lyrics - Rule 3:36 - Ja Rule

Title: Fuck You
Album: Rule 3:36
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): T Crocker, Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Richard Wilson, Otha Miller

Lyric:
Yo
Yo uh
Rule nigga
Ja Rule O1
Uh
Yeah

It's our world, please believe
Niggas ain't real, please believe
It's murda, please believe
I.N.C., niggas what's fuckin' with me?

R U L E, love me or hate me, baby
Refer to 3:36 baby
That's the rule, please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playin', ya'll playin' to lose

Who's next that wanna ride spittin'
(Who? Who?)
How I do niggas, knowin' they wanna ride
(Who? Who?)

Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately
If you relatin' let me hear ya say
(Yay-yaay, yay-yaay)
Ya'll feelin' my pain? I've been runnin' wild time and again
Ya'll swerve in my lane, I'll pull up and start poppin' ya brain

Fuck knowin' these broads names
Extravagant champagne
Ya'll niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane
Who you fuckin' with?

Ya'll niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda, murda, murda

Ya'll ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Ya'll don't like
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda, murda, murda

Murder I.N.C. is my blood group
Go through the pain together by any means
Poppin' it hot at whoever or so it seems
Niggas that gettin' hot, not this hot nigga very hot
See it in your eyes, niggas ready to die

But as long as I'm alive, I'm puttin' this on my life
For niggas that ain't right, they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you'll no way, pop away
Cock and pop again, baby men will be men

I spit off 10, fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends was a fetish
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit

Fuck it, I'm livin' my life on the edge
Got one in the head, plus a niggas Fed 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby 3:36

Ya'll niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda, murda, murda

Ya'll ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Ya'll don't like
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda, murda, murda

We are the world's most dangerous, niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride
Muthafuckas will ball but not many survive
'Cause 50 shots, tearin' through the side of ya ride

'Cause we are
(Murderers)
Muthafucka you heard, playa
(Murderers)
Poppin' collars in air

Poppin' shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wonderin' like, "What the fuck did I do?"

So niggas wanna go and get they man 'cause they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit, 6 feet deep inside a ditch

There ain't nothin' fuckin' with this, ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game, "Ready to Die"
Ready to hold heat, drive-by with rule
Poppin' shots through the sun roof screamin', "Fuck you"

Ya'll niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda, murda, murda

Ya'll ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Ya'll don't like
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda, murda, murda

Ya'll niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda, murda, murda

Ya'll ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Ya'll don't like
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda, murda, murda

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Furious - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: Furious
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Richard Wilson, Otha Miller

Lyric:
Yo
Rule nigga
Ja Rule, O1

Yeah, it's our world, please believe
Niggas ain't real, please believe
It's murda, please believe
I N C niggas what's fucking with me?

R U L E love me or hate me baby, refer to 3:36 baby
That's the rule please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playing, y'all playing to lose
Who's next that wanna ride
(Who?)

Spitting, how I do niggas knowin' they wanna ride
(Who? Who? Who?)
Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately
If you relating let me hear ya say yea-yaay yea-yaay
Y'all feeling my pain? I've been running wild time and again

Y'all swerve in my lane, I'll pull up and start popping ya brain
Fuck knowin' these broads names, extravagant champagne
Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane
Who you fuckin' with?

Y'all niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas who steady screaming
(Fuck you)
It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it, we living murda, murda, murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screaming
(Fuck you)
It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda, murda, murda

Murder Inc is my blood
We go through the pain together by any means
Popping it hot at whoever or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot not this hot nigga very hot

See it in your eyes niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive I'm putting this on my life
For niggas that ain't right they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you know we pop away

Cock and pop again baby, men will be men
I spit off 10 fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean
Loose bitches in tight jeans

Old money and crack fiends was a fetish
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it I'm living my life on the edge
Got one in the head plus a nigga's fed 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this, Rule baby, 3:36

Y'all niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas who steady screaming
(Fuck you)
It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it, we living murda, murda, murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screaming
(Fuck you)
It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda, murda, murda

We are the world's most dangerous niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride
Muthafuckas will war but not many survive
'Cuz 50 shots tearing through the side of ya ride

'Cuz we are
(Murderers)
Muthafucka you heard player
(Murderers)
Popping collars in air

Popping shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wondering like "What the fuck did I do?"

So niggas wanna go and get they man 'cuz they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit 6 feet deep inside a ditch

There ain't nothing fucking with this ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game ready to die
Ready to hold heat, drive by with Rule
Popping shots through the sun roof screaming, "Fuck you"

Y'all niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas who steady screaming
(Fuck you)
It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it, we living murda, murda, murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screaming
(Fuck you)
It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda, murda, murda

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