Your Recipe - Lyrics - Aswad

Title: Your Recipe
Artist: Aswad
Composer(s): Derek Biddy, Brinsley Ford, Angus Gay, Tony Robinson

Lyric:
Girl, if it's love you're looking for
Come on, my love for you is sure
Girl, if it's love you're looking for
Come on my love for you is sure

You bake the sweetest cake I know, pretty girl
Come on and show me what you know

Your recipe, girl, is fine, fine, fine
Don't you really want to make it mine
Your recipe, girl, is fine, fine, fine, yeah ah
Don't you know, I really want to make it mine

You bake the sweetest cake I know, pretty girl
Come on and show me what you know, whoa whoa

Your recipe, girl, is fine, fine, fine, yeah ah
Don't you know, I really want to make it mine
Your recipe, girl, is fine, fine, fine
Don't you know I really want to make it mine

I really want to make it mine, mine, mine
I really want to make it mine, all mine so

Girl, if it's love you're looking for, oh yeah
Come on my love for you is sure
You bake the sweetest cake I know

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Hungah - Lyrics - Make Him Do Right - Karyn White

Title: Hungah
Album: Make Him Do Right
Artist: Karyn White
Composer(s): Terry Lewis, Karyn White, James Harris Iii

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Lyric:
Oh, baby

An appetizin' love recipe
Just like honey to honey bees, oh
I just can't get enough
So fill me up, quench my appetite
I think you know what I have in mind and you got it
And I don't wanna let go

I'm burnin' with desire
I'm starvin' for your love
Put out my fire
Oh, don't ask what you should do
Be the doctor, baby, I'm in need of cure
I hunger for your love

I hunger for your love
(Just a little bit)
I hunger for your love
(Ooh, baby, I hunger)
I hunger for your love
(Hunger for your love)
I hunger for your love

Baby, I want ya
Ooh, I hunger
Baby, I want ya
Ooh, I hunger
Ooh

A tantalizin' love fantasy
And when your body is close to me, oh
I end up in a fuss
The heat is on and I start to sweat
I wanna take a bite
But I know you're not mine yet, but baby, oh baby, I want you

I crave the way you move oh, do it, baby
If I act too polite I just might lose
My chance at lovin' you
If what I'm thinkin' feels this pleasin'
Then the real thing will keep me screamin' for you

I hunger for your love
(Baby, I hunger for love)
I hunger for your love
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hunger)
I hunger for your love
(I hunger for your love)
I hunger for your love

I'm burnin' with desire, baby
Your body heat just drives me crazy, yeah, yeah
(I hunger for your love)
I need your lovin' here tonight
To fill my lovin' appetite, I hunger
(I hunger for your love)

Hunger for your love
I hunger for your love
Hunger for your love

I'm starvin' and I need what's makin' me weak
Like a bee needs honey, baby, I need lovin'
Can I get it? Come on
Can I get it? Come on
Can I get it from you baby? Come on
Ooh, I want ya, hoo

So tell me what you wanna do
(Yeah)
Delight me with the pleasures of you
Baby, I want ya
So fill me up with your love real severe

I hunger for your love
(Oh, I hunger for you baby, how I want ya)
I hunger for your love
(It's so good, I need your love)
I hunger for your love
(Oh baby, I hunger)
I hunger for your love
(For your love)

I hunger for your love
I hunger for your love

Baby, I want ya
Ooh, I hunger
Baby, I want ya
Ooh, I hunger

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The Jump Off - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: The Jump Off
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Mark Adams, Steven R Arrington, Cordozar C Broadus, Harry Wayne Casey, Richard Finch, Gary Miller, Mark Richardson, Dante Smith, Raymond Guy Turner, Steve Washington, Daniel Webster, Douglas Arthur Wimbish, Andre Romell Young

Lyric:
Black
(Black)
Jack Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers, ha, ha

(It's the jump off)
Yeah, y'all now, c'mon
(It's the jump off)
Push it up now, ha
(It's the jump off)
What you want now?
(It's the jump off)
Keep cool, now
(Put your hands up, it's the jump-off)

Yeah, it's that Freak Daddy shit
(Raise your hands up, it's the jump off
Raise your hands up, it's the jump off
Raise your hands up, it's the jump off
Raise your hands)

With so much drama in the NYC
It's kinda hard bein' MOS Def-initely
But I, some how, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit with the Black Jack Jay

May, I, spit a lyric for my ghetto people?
Show me 'nough respect when I breeze, through
Riders beep they horn
'Cause I keep the party jumpin' like yo' momma ain't home

I'm just a freak individual singin' my song
Shinin' bright on the mic like it's six in the morn'
(Six in the morn')

So, peep out my manuscript
Reach up, sleeves up, for a second now bounce
This is the one that make the party wile' out
Nigga, I said wile' out, nigga, I said wile' out
Lemme show you what we're talkin' about
(C'mon)

Huh, ha, yes, hah, uh, hah, rock wit' me now
Uh, ha, yes, ah, uh, rock wit' me now
(You are now rockin' with the best)
Uh, hah, yes, unh, ha, uh, come check me now
(Black Jack)
Uh, hah, uh, yes, hah, uh, uh, back to the beat like

(It's the jump off)
Get it up now
(It's the jump off)
C'mon, push it up now
(It's the jump off)
Get it up now
(It's the jump off)
And make it jump now

(Raise your hands up, it's the jump off)
Uh, push it up now
(Raise your hands up, it's the jump off)
Nigga, jump now
(Raise your hands up, it's the jump off)
Push it up now
(Raise your hands up, it's the jump off
Raise your hands)

Tables fulla hi-hat, a dash of drums
Sprinkle in a little keyboard, a pint of rum
With just a pinch of purple haze and a gallon of bass
Mix snares with rock 'n' roll and throw it all in ya face

Pre-heat the studio to about a hundred degrees
Ludacris, Mos Def and your best emcees
You'll get burnt just for thinkin' you can step to me
And that's the end of my little ghetto recipe

My destinies are rhythm, hit 'em with the rhythm
Hit 'em, click 'em, then ha, ha, ha, strip 'em
Jump the fuck
(Back)
No gun can pump
(That)

I punch the engi
(Neer)
And slap the whole
(Track)

Then pop all the speakers and strip the wires
Blow smoke from the MPs and amplifiers
Here to spit truth for the liar, liars
I'm the hottest emcee, y'all a fire fired

Huh, yes, uh, ah, yes, uh, yes, hah, c'mon
(You are now rockin' wit' the best)
Woo, Brooklyn, New York City
Hah, take 'em there, Doc
Hah, uh, yeah, Black Jack, c'mon
So incredible, fantastic
(Ohh)
Freak Daddy shit, fire

C'mon
(Woo)
Nigga, rock to it, uh
(Uh)
Hah
(Hah)
Yeah
(Yeah)

(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Ridin' high
(High)
Ridin' low
(Low)

(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Ridin' clean
(Clean)
Ridin' dirty
(Dirty)

Nobody high as we are, Black Jack Johnson
(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Told you my hot was incredible, y'all
(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Woo
(Woo)

(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Tell 'em again
(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Hey, I don't think y'all heard me
(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Black, Jack, Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers

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Everything Man - Lyrics - Ear Drum - Talib Kweli

Title: Everything Man
Album: Ear Drum
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Otis Jr Jackson

Lyric:
I don't remember the first time I heard Kweli
I don't remember what I was doing
There were no remembered witnesses to my doings
But it seems like I've known him forever

He who has moved through mornings and midnights
Through deaths and dawns
To document our bones, our blood, our lives
Listen, listen to his exact wings
Strumming mists from clouds

Listen, listen, a man always punctual with his mouth
Listen to his revolution of syllables
Scoping lightning from his pores
Keeping time with his hurricane beat
Asking us to pick ourselves up and become thunder

Yeah, they say you can't please everybody
Let's go, yeah, they ain't know what that sound like

Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat
On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat
Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat
On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat

Yo, what becomes of a dream deferred
That never makes it to the world to be seen or heard?
Do it breathe? Do it got a heartbeat? Is it alive?
Do it leave only to become a star in the sky?

I believe the scratch that I know, this ain't my full potential
Only usin' 10 percent of my mental on instrumentals
But incidentally, my energy heavenly
Can he be so ill? There ain't no, pill or no remedy

The maker of memories posses the recipe to your fate
Make no mistake, there ain't no escapin' your destiny
Especially when 'til death do us part, like wedding rings
I'll be here forever, put that on everything

You're everything man
You're everything man

Your alpha and your omega, your beginning and your end
Your father, your brother, your lover, your friend
The blood in your vein that gets spilled and, runs in the drain
That's right, my flow one and the same, the joy and the pain

My name, the burner that destroy the toy and the train
All city, all night I'm enjoyin' the fame
I'm a hustler, I'm a gangster and a rebel with the rank of a general
In the battle between God and the Devil

I lay claim to your spirit, your religion, your belief system
I'll do your hit in your kitchen and you're relief pitchin'
This kid proficient in every position
The man of your dreams and your nightmares commandin' your vision

'Til it's quite clear like light beer, yeah, I'm standin' right here
I get you hot but stay cooler than the night air
I try to fit it in the same rhyme
But realize, I can't be everything to everyone at the same time

You're everything man
You're everything man

First time I heard him, I was in Japan
Seems like the first time I heard him was like
The Reflection, 'Reflection Eternal'

Like when Kanye came out
I guess was when I started to listen, I hate to say that but
New York native and serious Talib fan

I came all the way from Puerto Rico just to see Talib Kweli
Him, Mos Def, all of them man
I need them out here in my life
It's a rainy morning in New York City

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The Recipe - Lyrics - I5

Title: The Recipe
Artist: I5
Composer(s): Lindy Robbins, Kevin Savigar

Lyric:
I don't like playing games
I don't get off that way
My heart is ready to tell it like it is

I need somebody real
Someone who makes me feel
Like he would sail 'cross the ocean for one kiss

Winning my love is easy enough
But you better listen up

Here is the recipe
For bringing you to me
Start with devotion
And honesty and trust

Throw in some tenderness
A gentle soul caress
Pour in some passion
And wrap it up with all of your love

I'll always do you right
I'll keep you warm at night
Take you to heaven and treat you like a king

But I expect the same
Through sunshine, snow and rain
I've never settled for less then everything

So if you dare to really care
If you wanna take, take me there

Here is the recipe
For bringing you to me
Start with devotion
And honesty and trust

Throw in some tenderness
A gentle soul caress
Pour in some passion
And wrap it up with all of your love

Something is there in the air
Loading the star dust in the dark
You hold the key to my dreams
Know the way to my heart

Here is the recipe
Start with honesty
Throw in some tenderness
Don't wanna play with your heart

Here is the recipe
For bringing you to me
Start with devotion
And honesty and trust

Throw in some tenderness
A gentle soul caress
Pour in some passion
And wrap it up with all of your love

Here is the recipe
For bringing you to me
Start with devotion
And honesty and trust

Throw in some tenderness
A gentle soul caress
Pour in some passion
And wrap it up with all of your love

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Watch For The Hook - Lyrics - Cool Breeze

Title: Watch For The Hook
Artist: Cool Breeze
Composer(s): A Patton, C Gipp, R Bailey, E Johnson, F Bell, Organized Noize A Benjamin, T Burton, W Knighton, Neil Young, R Barnett

Lyric:
Never has every member in one crew been so diverse
Tryin' to outdo the last verse that I birthed that is my curse
Your knight in rhyming armor sentimentally slay all grand dragons
Grab the sharpest no. 2 then I'm stabbin'
Somebody let me a hold a no. 2 pencil 'cause they testin'
Somebody let me a hold a no. 2 pencil 'cause they testin'

I fly through the night, yeah
Mixing 'Card with some sprite, lyrics we put inside ya
Listen to these A T L riders
Keep your head straight, the street's full of snakes

Slithering, making deals, delivering
Uhh uh uh, that weed got you shivering
Paranoia, fifteen hundred go to the lawyer
After paying his rent, dollars and cents
They're stealing pit bulls, put up a fence
We movin' on, tell the crew it's on

'Kay, here it go
They call me Sugar Baby, Shi-da-loh
I'm one fourth of the mighty
G double O, D and the I and the E, the M and the O

Yo, this ain't no chain to your brain
Pistol and they gon' bang, plus drain ya
Like some Folgers [unverified] ya now
Get in touch with your clothes

Tellin' ya home, anybody disrespect my zone
We gon' get it on 'til we get it gone
And y'all might get it right but you gettin' in wrong
Or you gonna get shot and blown

Out here the volume workin' [unverified]
Stankin' cops get your skull split
And gettin' with it figuratively
It's just that I showed them now they tried roll out

Hopin' we'd be on, back in the weight room son
Think of a spot, we'd keep all day
Choppin' for the live spots
The thug, take your hairy soul like [unverified] I withdraw

Yeah, look here, been here
Dis here's, diss year's
Get one of the five
To lay it down round here

Gold and the platinum all over the walls
If you ever shake the hook, go and have big balls
Laid it down hard more than one fuckin' time
Go ahead and get it gone, now I'm out my mind

Went from hubcaps and 30's to the hundred spoke
People still talkin' 'bout the last rhyme I wrote
Eighty-seven was the year that I first stepped in
I'm hollerin' at Big D, doin' time in the pen, I say

Whenever the dope boys, done crept in
Steppin' all over your best friends
No wea-pons, the lyrical lessons
And smoked out sessions

The Young and the Restless
Some of the best in the Dirty South and Midwestern, hemisphere
They wanna be this here, the fate of B O I
Gonna run these verses and make you see this here

Niggaz, tried to jock it
I put my plug off in they girl's socket
Know, the D to the F is gon' forever rock it
Lock it, down
(Yeah, yeah)

The T stands for T-Mo, who's known as a teacher
Southwest young brother, bringin' the pain through your speaker
It's like a disease to fiend for the cheese you need
Come up and ease the feelin', exhibit and chillin'
While dealin' with the devil himself, increase my wealth be
More than tank tops the average minimum weight

College brethren, these days done changed the recipe
Steady taxin', creatively maximize, with proper investments
Can't be hesitant, with them dead president
Or you lose, or you could lose your [unverified] but no tools

For whateva time I got left, I'ma holla and scream D F
For whateva time I got left, I'ma holla and scream D F
I know a whole lot of brothers in the rap game
But most of them are in it for the shiny thangs

They wanna snatch all ten, maybe stack about fo'
They wanna live in the house but don't want no grass to grow
See what you need to do is learn the tricks of the trade
Go to work, put it down, and den get paid

It's only two of us gon' get caught for makin' the sale
I'm one, and if you the other bro, I can't tell
Ain't nobody think they come in, and get in the zone
Tryin' to kill fo' birds, with about fifteen stones

The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ
Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp
Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook

The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ
Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp
Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook

The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ
Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp
Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook

The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ
Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp
Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town shook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook

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20 Margaritas - Lyrics - Comin' to Your City - Big &Amp; Rich

Title: 20 Margaritas
Album: Comin' to Your City
Artist: Big &Amp; Rich
Composer(s): William Kenneth Alphin

Lyric:
There's a boy named Billy from up there in Virgini
He makes that lightnin' holler in them hills
He's got a recipe handed down from his Pappy
In a shiny 50 gallon copper still

An' there's a boy name Jose, makes the best guacamole
And the hottest hot tamales in the land
He knows how to grow Habeneros
And he plays in the mariachi band

I'll trade you 20 Margaritas for your moonshine
'Cause I like to have a party all the time
I'll trade you 20 Margaritas for your moonshine
'Cause I hear that stuff can really blow your mind

When Jose met Billy, he was Tequila crazy
In a honky tonk gettin' cowboy drunk on a moonlight starry night
Jose said, "Billy, we ought to have us a party
Invite all them senoritas and just watch that full moon shine"

I'll trade you 20 Margaritas for your moonshine
'Cause I like to have a party all the time
I'll trade you 20 Margaritas for your moonshine
'Cause I hear that stuff can really blow your mind

Oh, is that all you got?

Now Jose and Billy became the best of buddies
And raised a lot of hell around the world
But they'll never drink an' drive cause they wanna stay alive
And have time to kiss all the lovely girls

I'll trade you 20 Margaritas for your moonshine
'Cause I like to have a party all the time
I'll trade you 20 Margaritas for your moonshine
'Cause I hear that stuff can really blow your mind

Oh, I hear that stuff can really blow your mind
Blow your mind

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You'Re A Clown - Lyrics - Beatnuts

Title: You'Re A Clown
Artist: Beatnuts
Composer(s): Lester Fernandez, Marcel Theo Hall, Jerry Tineo

Lyric:
Mm, drop
Yes indeed, it's the Biz Markie with the Beatnuts
And I'm gonna count along with this girl like this
One, two we'll come for you
Three, four you better lock your door

Five, six Beatnuts in the mix
Seven, eight now let's get it straight
Nine, ten for everybody that slept
You better watch your step
You better watch your step

Now pull it out your pocket
Pull it out your pocket
Biz Mark Beatnuts we about to rock it
Now pull it out your pocket

Pull it out your pocket
Psycho Les baby, I'm about to drop it
I'm just a villain
Chillin' in my gangster stand

I cop all my threes from Amsterdam
I make them Black Eyed Peas kids say 'That's the jam'
Beatnuts baby back by popular demand
Drop another jam

Sock you and your man
If you don't know by now, blam
Y'all small soldiers wanna blast back
Like a wedgie, I'm gonna get up in that ass crack

Feet first
Whip a concert with no rehearse
You wanna spit you gotta talk to me first
The ringleader, blow your cover
You think we cool, 'cuz I know your mother?

Yo, elegant flow, stomp you like an elephant tho
You only got a little money and you spendin' it slow
Anything you gotta say is like irrelevant yo
I need money like I gotta let the President go

From a hostage situation that's surrounded by smoke
In a trailer in the middle of hell, nobody know
It's the junkyard Hannibal lec
Snatch the first grabbable tec and look for any catchable rep

Back in effect, slap you in the back of the neck
I've been holdin' this down for a while, show me respect
Rainin' the tec and all of that, breakin' your neck
It's off the hook this year, two niggas called me collect

Who's this?
Who's this?
This is a collect call from a clown

You're a clown
I saw you at a party uptown
Nobody even know you, you just standing around
You're a clown
Don't even try to step outta bounds
'Cuz if you drink and start a fight nobody holdin' you down

You're a clown
Lookin' through the records I found
It takes more than that for you to duplicate this sound
You're a clown
My heat'll lift your feet off the ground
Live niggas throw the bacon and move it around

I follow recipe
Over on sesame
This time the kid, psycho Les'll be
On top of the industry

This one's for my niggas in the street
I'm lookin' at the situation so I gotta flip a beat
Make your heart skip a beat
So we can all eat

Went from a project kid with a calculator watch
To a rollie, to cashin' them royalties
You must be a fool playin' with this hungry dog's food
Snap at you with a rude attitude

My troops landin' parachutes I hit you with phatter loops
And y'all clowns better show us gratitude
Werd up

Me & les rock the house
MC's rock the house
The Beatnuts rock the house
The rain with the tec rock the house

It's the Biz Markie as you can see
I got more rhymes than Muhammed Ali
I'm one in a million just like Aaliyah
You look at me and say Mama Mia

I sing funky records most definitely
Ain't no other MC that can mess with me
I know my man Les you remember music factory
With rhymin' big Sam rest in peace you see

I rock the mic and you will know
That I rock the mic and go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hoh
Sing a funky record MCs'll say
Ain't no other MC like B I Z M uza A

From New York york L I I
New Jersey z I am fly
Straight out the DC and Maryland
Gotta give a shout out to Virginia with the skins

Singin' funky records most definitely
I like to go oh peace
[Unverified]

You're a clown
I saw you at a party uptown
Nobody even know you, you just standing around
You're a clown
Don't even try to step outta bounds
'Cuz if you drink and start a fight nobody holdin' you down

You're a clown
Lookin' through the records I found
It takes more than that for you to duplicate this sound
You're a clown
My heat'll lift your feet off the ground
Live niggas throw the bacon and move it around

Beatnuts
Beatnuts
Beatnuts
[Unverified]

Beatnuts
Beatnuts
Beatnuts
[Unverified]

Go Biz Mark
Go Beatnuts
Go Biz Mark
Go Beatnuts

Go Biz Mark
Go Beatnuts
Go Biz Mark
Go Beatnuts

Go Biz Mark
Go Beatnuts
Go Biz Mark
Go Beatnuts

Go Biz Mark
Go Beatnuts
Go Biz Mark
Go Beatnuts

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Parental Discretion - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Parental Discretion
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): R Lemay, C Rios

Lyric:
Aiyyo, I'm hard to talk to
If you live, I probably thought you stalked you
Where you walked to at night
Caught you then tried to extort you

New York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough
For both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere

There it is, plain and simple
Like Jigga, my game is mental
While slow niggaz better know
I blow their brains out they temples

I'm into black magical torture
Romantic dramatical author, compatible with
The average New Yorker, a fast talker
Like Tony, when gas whores I'm the masked enforcer
Out for the cash and the cho-cha

Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends, gobble it up
If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
I don't give a fuck anymore
I'm only twenty-four years old

And I've already broken every law
I'm horror core, this is for the heads
Runnin' up in your crib
Knot if you still hot in under the bed

Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
Little kids, get out of here, this shits is homicide
Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny
Little girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey

Hey yo, my shit's the truth, 150 proof, no question
Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes of the youth
It's too explicit, bullshit, I challenge the statistics
Violence existed before our music was even suggested

Arrested on sight, it's like there's no rights
That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life
I fight the power spite the power the 90 percent
Keep 10 and feed twin, half for personal reasons

The seasons change, things rearrange, but I stay the same
Play the game for the wealth until I've made myself a name
So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack
For the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra

I ain't a actor so it's all facts, strictly raw rap
Totally intended for yours dressed in all black
with the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin' cameos
in liquor store cameras with the twin Calico's

Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
Little kids, get out of here, this shits is homicide
Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny
Little girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey

Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
Little kids, get out of here, this shits is homicide
Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny
Little girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey

So forget the boom, one look, you shook, you know I'm stickin' you
Liftin' you off the ground, look down, that's where I'm puttin' you
Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally
Havin' the enemy be the last thing you ever see?

The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein' your flesh
Be my guest, but I ain't cleanin' the mess
Me and TS, we testin' niggaz faith, just to see they face
Expression when destined to States, that death be in the case

I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face
Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS
I paint the wake 'cause they ain't get me yet, wet me
Or reflect me yet, I know they comin' they just tryin' to let me sweat

I wreck it like when I was just a boy, eatin' chips, ahoy
Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin' noise
No more toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties
Packin' pistols catchin' bodies

Make sure we'll get you
So they say, I pray there's a better way
My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say
'Cause daddy don't play

Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
Little kids, get out of here, this shits is homicide
Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny
Little girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey

Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes
Little kids, get out of here, this shits is homicide
Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny
Little girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey

Word is bond, one thing about MC's is that
We don't conceal the truth, we present real pictures
About the positive and the negative, so don't blame
The hip-hop when your seed is learnin' the real life from us

Do your duty at home and raise your child in the house
Parents, you don't do your job we gonna
Put your children to bed at nine o'clock
Past your bedtime, you get your ass in bed

You ain't 'posed to be hearin' this shit
Word up, punishment motherfuckers
By the Punisher and Busta Rhymes, hah
Terror squad, Flipmode squad niggaz

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Ok - Lyrics - V - Live

Title: Ok
Album: V
Artist: Live
Composer(s): Ed Kowalczyk

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Lyric:
I am not okay
With this TV in my face
An' liar after liar
With nothin' 'bout nothin' higher

I am on the outside
Peerin' into your world
An' all the boys an' girls are singin', "Save me
Save me from the one who only rapes me"

Oh yeah
Take away my TV
Don't want your fuckin' recipe
It's all decay, decay, decay
No, not today, today, today
Take away my TV
Don't want your fuckin' therapy
It's all decay, decay decay
No, not today, not today, yeah
Oh no, oh no

It's our world an' I'm on fire
With anger an' desire
Not the kind that they feed to me
With their emptiness an' greed, greed, greed, yeah

I am on the outside
Peerin' into your world
An' all the boys an' girls are singin', "Save me
Save me from the one who only rapes me", yeah

Oh yeah
Take away my TV, yeah
Don't want your fuckin' therapy, no
All decay, decay, decay
Not today, today, today, yeah
Take away my TV, yeah
Don't want your fuckin' therapy
It's all decay, decay, decay, yeah
Not today, not today

I don't give a fuck what you say about me
Everything you are is just a tool to me
So just set up the mic an' let me do my thing
In the consciousness of each an' every sentient being
Rainin' down like a thunderstorm into your mind
Maybe not the first, the second, or even the third time
But eventually, you won't be able to put me down
You'll be havin' me with breakfast in your coffee grounds, c'mon

I am on the outside
Peerin' into your world
All the boys an' girls are singin', "Save me
Save me from the one who only rapes me", yeah

Oh John
Take away my TV, yeah
Don't want your fuckin' recipe
All decay, decay, decay
Not today, today, today
Take away my TV, yeah
Don't want your fuckin' therapy
It's all decay, decay decay
Not today, not today, yeah
Oh no, oh no

I am not okay
I am not okay
I am not okay

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Void In My Life - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: Void In My Life
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Ralph Palladino, Larry Ditommaso, T Janicki, Hakeem Seriki, Twin

Lyric:
When I look back at my life
I realize, realize something ain't right
I'm missing You Lord, in my life make it right

I got something to decide
Just wanna make, wanna make everything right
'Cause there's a huge void
A huge void in my life make it right

I'm staring up at the Pope, it soak it up while he spoke it
Mesmerized and repeated, like he the author that wrote it
The broads are the ones I love just don't wanna be the corporate
So waiting for death to approach this take the time to say no sis

I don't hate ya, for having these little seeds
At 17, best believe they're a beautiful breeze
Of fresh air when their's nothing else I usually need
Just a smile look at 'em now hoping you just believe

And my broad been in place forever I'm gone but I'm chasing cheddar
Been gone could of kept it going with a poem or a basic letter
But naw I just hate to tell her try hard but I didn't let her
The groupies get at your boy but you're my Cinderella

Look girl we can make it better but there's a gift and a curse
While you healing a nigga feelings, yours are usually hurt
It ain't amount of cash on earth to match what you really worth
Know your turf has been the church that's where you put in work

And you put in overtime because you know the sign
And most danger that I've been lately rap is mo' than rhymes
But you still hold me down I'ma do way mo' this time
Got some time that I need to manage girl you know that's right

And that's speaken like a true deacon 'cause even to see you sleeping
That comfortably ain't enough for me anything that you needing
I'll cease anything that squeaks and cease any sink that leaks
Ain't nothing gon' interrupt, your sleep deep into them sheets and peep

When I look back at my life
I realize, realize something ain't right
I'm missing You Lord, in my life make it right

I got something to decide
Just wanna make, wanna make everything right
'Cause there's a huge void
A huge void in my life make it right

How your father call the police, have your mama put in the jail
When the arguments always started and ended up in a cell
Hard to it was the thought of this ring that you use to wear
As I darted out the apartment and pawned it to get the bail

Argument after argument drama wasn't hitting well
Target it ain't no harm in it smart so I didn't tell
God that it was the hardest yeah life was a living hell
Spent part of it steady dodging it charging off in the trails

Father say he a Muslim your mama say she a Christian
The Bible or the Koran which one would you be picking
The cards are in your palm ain't really no use in tripping
Be true to the one you choose ain't really no use in switching

Yeah they gon' have to be mad at us choice is something I had to trust
Standing up 'cause I had enough for my blessings not adding up
Take too many things for granted right after that metal gedal bust
Somebody's life is missing that's when the spirit grabbing us

When I look back at my life
I realize, realize something ain't right
I'm missing You Lord, in my life make it right

I got something to decide
Just wanna make, wanna make everything right
'Cause there's a huge void
A huge void in my life make it right

A religion is what you missing someone tell me how can it
Make people panic mention God and all the weak people vanish
Take God your woman and your family even your own life for granted
Until you slanted on the planet with your face in the granite

And I won't have it I don't wanna see my coaching divided
So I decided to remind it there's a choice and provide it
So put your ego to the side soon as you standing beside it
Raise your right hand and let the spirit know it's invited

Don't need to fight it I just wanna make it right 'fore they bury me
'Cause the truth is like therapy plus my conscience is tearing me
Into pieces as deadly was dealt was not even fair to me
To the soldiers that passed in the game we missing you terribly

Thank my family especially in my mind like telepathy
Staying humbles the recipe keep my faith and he blessing me
I use the energy left in me to make sure they respecting me
Walk the steps of my destiny like I know he protecting me

I'm a leader believe the people won't get to see less of me
No they won't see the death of me or no police arresting me
I live life so successfully and just show 'em the best of me
On another level mentally this position was meant for me

When I look back at my life
I realize, realize something ain't right
I'm missing you Lord, in my life make it right

I got something to decide
Just wanna make, wanna make everything right
'Cause there's a huge void
A huge void in my life make it right, my life

Chamillitary Mayne

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Ball And Bun - Lyrics - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Ball And Bun
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Bernard James Freeman, Tristan G Jones, Premro Vonzellaire Smith

Lyric:
Check 1, 2
Check 1, 2 baby, yeah uh
1, 2, 1, 2, microphone check, 2
Somebody better tells these mothafuckers
How we wreck fools, disrespect fools
Check and snap necks too
Crushin' duos

Sittin', waitin' on the next 2
Nigga, me and Bun got the extra clips and bullet proofs
Gone off illegal shit, bustin' out the sunroofs
Scatterin', niggaz chatterin'
About where they been
Where they from, why they hate me, and relate me with
Stereotypical, down South country shit

On the real, we on the hustlin' makin' money shit
It's EightBizall makin' nigga feel Memphis, Tenn
Makin' hip hop, funky as a chit-a-lin
Bitter men, mad, thinkin' that they better men
Knockin' at the Suave House door, but we won't let 'em in
Hoes and niggaz, got a lot of shit to talk about
Runnin' your mouth, can get you dead, deep down South

I don't know where ya been
And I don't know what ya seen
But I know deep down South
It's all about the green
Now, I don't know what ya seen
And I don't know where ya been
But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N

I don't know what you've done
And I don't know what you do
But I know deep down South
Nigga, it's all on you
Now, I don't know what you do
An I know what you've done
But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else
But Ball and Bun

I see no evil, say no evil, hear no evil
Try not to get in no evils
Raised up on Briz and Biz Bo-wevils
Ain't no sequels for your people when we touch down
South gon' put that crush down
Nigga lay your philly, and you'll touch down
Takin' that shit so much clown

Don't even sound real no mo'
Your cap'll get peeled, slo-mo
Fuck you and that steel .44
I'm Triz, oh hoe
Pay your dumbasses, no, never mind
Flip flows, so clever shine
Like diamond grapes on leather vines
Forever I regard it

As the first fool that started
Movin' gassed up niggaz till they farted
Hands, black hearted, cold
Get retarded
Like slingblade, it bring made niggaz
I played niggaz
Still wanna see a thing fade niggaz
I stay niggaz

That is the fight, what you believe
Give you life room to breathe
But tonights the night for you to leave
As soon as sleep
Ain't got, no tricks up
Your still get mixed up
From Southern black macks
That stay gettin' they dicked sucked

I don't know where ya been
And I don't know what ya seen
But I know deep down South
It's all about the green
Now, I don't know what ya seen
And I don't know where ya been
But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N

I don't know what you've done
And I don't know what you do
But I know deep down South
Nigga, it's all on you
Now, I don't know what you do
An I know what you've done
But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else
But Ball and Bun

Crooked as the first letter in the word South
Niggaz who be 'bout gettin' paid, even when it's a drought
Fuckin' some stout, smokin' out
At my nigga house
98 live, side bet and gettin' screwed out
Screwed up, drinkin' my cup
Grippin' my nuts

Hoes be jockin', but eager niggaz get setup
Wet up, fucked up, what's up?
Test us, guess what?
True but, you just, messed up
Deeper, than encyclopedia Britannica
If Ball don't do it, then Bun-B gonna handle ya

To all you Betty Crocker
Cock knockers that wanna cook a cake
But don't know what it took to make that bitch
Take a look you fake and switch your recipe
Niggaz always takin' tests of me
Pressin' me, just to see the stress and hate
Bring the best of me

Leave your mouth open, sesame seed
I separate from stem and weed
Me, I go, murder
Murder them in deep blood clot
They get all red hot from lead shots
And what not

Mine, I go dead after red dot
And buckshot
So bitch niggaz get the fuck out
Leave suckas stuck, fuck props
This where the buck stops

I don't know where ya been
And I don't know what ya seen
But I know deep down South
It's all about the green
Now, I don't know what ya seen
And I don't know where ya been
But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N

I don't know what you've done
And I don't know what you do
But I know deep down South
Nigga, it's all on you
Now, I don't know what you do
An I know what you've done
But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else
But Ball and Bun

Yeah, euphoric images
Psycadelic gangsta shit
This is fuckin' groovy man
I'll be back, 3004

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Camay - Lyrics - Ironman - Ghostface Killah

Title: Camay
Album: Ironman
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Kenneth Hirsch, Ron Miller, Darryl Hill, Corey Woods, Dennis Coles, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
What's happenin'
(Love was never born to say, goodbye)
What's happenin'
(Love was never born to say, goodbye)
Yo, yeah
(Smokin'?)
Yeah
(Just another helpless)

We gotta come smokin'
(Fool in love is what I am)
This is it
(We smoke baby)
(Just another helpless)
Another chamber baby
(Fool in love is what I am)
Slide y'all in'

You know how we do
Yo, what's the deal Goldie lochs?
Ain't buttin' I'm just hibernatin' love that watch
Pour me some Scotch and cold Courvesoir out
No doubt, have a chair Boo lets get to prolly in
Who you wit? Me and Molly and some trick from Yugoslavia

What fabric is that? It's only woolen Rayon
Lipstick crayon fly, Vere on ice spray on
I'm gettin' tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a gypsy
And transport bricks steal in many fifties

Fuck negociatin' is you wit me is you waitin'
Sweet as carrot cake, fakin' plus you don't eat turkey bacon
I don't get down like that, I don't get down neither
Cuban Lin'x skeezer, why you actin' like a rap teaser

I'm like the jury exchanged plus arranged
Nigga you small change I only fuck with figaro chains
Analyzin' Miss Clairol, fendi down mascara on
Assistant manager in Paragon

Say goodbye
Love was never born to say, goodbye
Love was never born

Socializin', vibin' with my eyes on dot
She this book cover lady that be blowin' up the spot
While my heart was racin', like the hands on the clock
I step live I think she see me puttin' out the pot

Peace Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous
How's life today your hands are softer than Camay
Too your hairdo way more class than Halle Berry
Caught visions of me and you ridin' on the ferry

Plus your daughter Kiki talk to my man Merry
I order me a Sex on the Beach with the cherry
I order her a Vermidi on ice, sounds nice
She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses, intelligent

Whispered in my ear that she's celibate
Whispered back to her ear we don't have to go there
As I grab the hand set her politely in the chair
As we stopped to stare at one another
Black sister, the brother
I'm thinkin' all the time how she could be my lover

Just another helpless, fool in love is what I am
Love was never born to say, goodbye
Love was never born to say, goodbye
Just another helpless, fool in love is what I

What's happenin' brown sugar? Say you look so good today
Ankle bracelet rapt around your leg
Here have a seat, complementary drinks is on me
Bartender Chevalier Chateaux at table three
Luxurious ring's, eyes sparkling

What's your name sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins
Your complexion gives a reflection of
Sometime a black woman just need to be loved
Quiet and shy, baby girl my gift got you high

Made you wanna hit me with the keys to that file
Just jokin' baby, I have a sharp sense of humor
Wish I woulda bumped into your frame a lot sooner
What's your physical degree, thirty one, thirty three

Half Hawaiian with a slight touch of Chinese
Seen you workin' at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue
Three blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you
Yo, I'm all into older woman, who's happy livin'

Love kids and, keep all up and this in' the crib
And not afraid to doubt need a God on your side
We holdin' hands til death do us apart and then we slide
Earring in' the left side of your nose love my combo
Should have left wizard thousand times maybe tonight though

But you sexy mothafucka damn what's the recipe
You make a nigga wanna god damn
Can you cook darlin', at the stove you're revolvin'
Bake macaroni, turkey wing's, a nigga starvin'
Here take my number let me pull the chair from under
I had fun plus your backyard speak with thunder

Love was never born to say, goodbye
Love was never born to say, goodbye
Love was never born to say, goodbye
Love was never born to say, goodbye
Love was never born to say, goodbye

Just another helpless fool in' love is what I am
Just another helpless fool in' love is what I am
Just another helpless fool in' love is what I am

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#1 Crew In The Area - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: #1 Crew In The Area
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): J Johnson, Thump Dedrick Rolison, B J Ross, William Calhoun, K Garmon, C Norwood, D (Jr) Williams, Tim Middleton, J Ray, R Garner

Lyric:
Hoo-Bangers, wassup
Y'all ready? Fo' sho'
Well let's do this shit
I'ma start this bitch off, and y'all run it, check it, uhh

On your marks, get set, go for what you know
It's the number 1 crew in your area, doe for doe
I keep it thuggish with my dicky's on sag
I buy my '57 Rag until my '98 Jag

And just roll all over the town on 20 inch wheels
And just, brag all about the mils, I made on mic skills
I slang and do my thang keepin' niggas on amp
It's Mack 10 kickin' shit from the Hoo-Bangin' camp

I just, wake up and ball, y'all
Comrade criminals and y'know we fades 'em all y'all
I'm hittin' six on the teatley
And I'm ridin' on you busters 'cos that's how it gotta be

Niggas please, Cadillacs on Deez
And in the middle of the winter, it's still 89 degrees
We's die hard, pullin' job nigga's hall cards
Best to check our records 'cos we's smack [Incomprehensible]

I kill a nigga ten times, leave 'em on concrete
Tight shit make ya say, "Damn, Tech got bomb heat"
First nigga that speak like, "I don't believe you"
First nigga who face touch ass 'fore, before his knees do

Nigga, I ain't tryin' to please you, know that
I'm no joke, black, you can quote that, I wrote that
I hold Mac's with 2-1's
Plus the deuce-5's at my side so I got two guns

It don't stop 'til the casket drop
Quick to handle them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner with the shrap, tryin' to regulate cheese
Y'know we represent them straight B's and C's

Ready to go to war, I take you to war
Hoo-Bangin' as I buck through your passenger door
Bust, grab your bitch and tell her hit the floor
Give it a fuck, blood pour, what we came here for

'Til I die, why camoflage? I'm in a Dodge
Your homies can't see me, I'm greedy, call me Idi
Speedy, the fire spits, kicks like the Last Dragon
Connects the clock wit' the Glocks, g'yeah

I'm a motherfuckin' Westside gangbang, low ride nigga
A 600 Benz ride, Cristal sipper
You don't wanna fuck with me, you're high, nigga
Fuck with this here, you disappear, listen to me clear

6-double 0 bang, ace double O gang
Run up in banks and run trancs, what's my fuckin' name?
CJ L-A-Richwold, right here for the scrap
Less risk for the roller, killin' niggas over

So-so bangin', steady and packin' on chrome, up under the [Incomprehensible]
Swingin' packages from SC to Inglewood
Runnin' up on ya, puttin' 'em on ya wit' these knuckle hammers, mayn
It's the shadiest ridah loc, quick to let the barrel claim

Dub-C, one of the last niggas you wanna get wit', with these things
I'm 'quipped with bitch, I'm a couple of sandwiches away from a picnic
Clippin' nothin' but hoggs, I'm from the seaside of the walls
What's connectin' with these doggs? Nigga, ballin' 'til we fall

[Incomprehensible] knees and C's, slangin' CD's
Overseas, the Vietnamese and Japanese
Ya get got, your ass'll get shot
Have you on your hands and knees like you was makin' sulac

What's the plot? Nigga, from here to Reno
Boo Kapone, got three cases up in Chino
I smash, I blast for the cash, I smoke hash
I ripped your ass in half, don't niggas do the math?

It don't stop 'til the casket drop
Quick to handle them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner with the shrap, tryin' to regulate cheese
Y'know we represent them straight B's and C's

Y'all don't wanna get down, fuck y'all fools
Ya best laydown, get clowned when we spray your whole town
The Jock Coon aka Binky Mac, nigga
Porsche or gat? Put you flat then I ditch my strap

What's the haps, mayn? Jockin' a whole crap game
Mack 10 put a nigga on in, so now I Hoo-Bang
Get your new Jordans with my usual P hat
B-Mac, if I ever go broke I'm grabbin' my ski mask

Nigga, I'm a baller, Inglewood dweller, ho' seller
Schemin' for the pussy four times, do your duty
Bustle up in this and tatted up
Live and die for the West, but ain't had enough

It's a Hoo-Bang thang, they say a "Nigga, where ya homey be?"
Like, don't slow your roll, too late I'm banged out
I'm livin' crucial, do this here on major zera
I live for violence and motherfuckers feel the terror

Rise up, when you other fools is fallin'
The Dawgs is who you gon' call, we on the ball like Spalding
Trick, it's the infamous Macs from the I
Hit the switch, in the Lac, and go from low-to-high

Drive by, yeah G loves swamp rat and thug dumpin'
Bumpin', see me from Roadawgs, always into somethin'
Like N.W.A., Hoo-Bangin, the R-E-C-I-P-E, yeah
We fades 'em all, like Jamal

It's Westside Connect gangbang or ball?
Just ask the lil' homey Do Dirty
We get drunk and start beatin' fools
Up at the pool party

It don't stop 'til the casket drop
Quick to handle them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner with the shrap, tryin' to regulate cheese
Y'know we represent them straight B's and C's

It don't stop 'til the casket drop
Quick to handle them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner with the shrap, tryin' to regulate cheese
Y'know we represent them straight B's and C's

Yeah, gettin' ours, Westside Connect OGz
Hoo-Bang for the cheese, nigga
You know about this crew
Try to see it or L-I-G it, nigga, wuz happenin'?

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Everything Remains Raw - Lyrics - Total Devestation: The Best Of Busta Rhymes - Busta Rhymes

Title: Everything Remains Raw
Album: Total Devestation: The Best Of Busta Rhymes
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Ostin Harvey, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Word up, let me just fuck with your mind, please
Aiy, Aiyyo-yo-yo, yo, let me fuck up your mind
On time, showin' you the rhythm as I get wreck and get raw
Yeah I be the man comin' off that be raw
It's Busta Rhymes givin' you much more, so

Yo y'all one more time I come
(Y'all)
Knucklehead flow that make you act real dumb
Yo, I burn your food like Florence
(Yo)
Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants

Shut your mouth nigga don't you complain
Fix you up, mix you with cut like procaines
Ooh, insane to your brain
Right on your subconscious, I leave my shit stain

I be the moistest with rhyme overdoses
Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze's
Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis
Focus, while I display flows ferocious

Weak niggaz just fall and keep tumbling
Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling
Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw
Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before

I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw

Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages
Nuff bandages on pussy from miscarriages
Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe
Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy

Let me hit you with flows, that come various
Hah, send you home and make you lie bout your alias
Ha ha, niggaz can't see my routine
When I round up my Flipmode niggaz and get cream

Hey, you! You know what the fuck I mean
Now I'm on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green
Now I'm making you feel the extreme
Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam

Oh shit, now I got your brains fried
Once you inhale smoke from my flow, carbon monoxide
Use your imagination, let me take you higher
Rain hail snow earthquakes, earth, wind and fire

Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor
I'm that outlaw nigga living right next door
You should just roll out the red carpet
All moving targets, I got you open like supermarkets
(Word up, word up)

Yo yo, there's only five years left
While niggaz is scared to death they breathe they last breath
Days of my life goes on, word is bond
I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron

Yo, I be the number one icon
Word to the holy Qu'ran, I rock on and on
On and on, hey, on and on and on
You won't understand when I form Voltron
Hahahaha, everything remains raw

I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw

I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw

Word is bond, niggaz don't really understand shit
Niggaz don't motherfuckin' know y'all, hahah
Flipmode is the motherfuckin' Squad y'all, hahah
I make sure everything remains raw, hahah

Word is bond, niggaz don't know the real shit
There's only five years left, word is bond
Niggaz don't know though there's only five years left, hahaha
Remember that nigga, all you, remember that
There's only five years left, hahaha

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Time Is Now - Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

Title: Time Is Now
Album: You Can't See Me
Artist: John Cena
Composer(s): Marc Predka, John Cena, Bobby Russell

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Lyric:
Your time is up, my time is now
You can't see me, my time is now
It's the franchise, boy I'm shinin' now
You can't see me, my time is now

In case you forgot or fell off, I'm still hot, knock your shell off
My money stack fat plus I can't turn the swell off
The franchise doin' big bizness, I live this
It's automatic I win this, oh you hear those horns, you finished

A soldier and I stay under you fightin'
Plus I'm stormin' on you chumps like I'm thunder and lightning
Ain't no way you breakin' me kid, I'm harder than nails
Plus I keep it on lock like I'm part of the jail

I'm slaughterin' stale, competition, I got the whole block wishin'
They could run with my division but they gone fishin'
With no bait, kid your boy hold weight
I got my soul straight, I brush your mouth like Colgate

In any weather I'm never better, your boy's so hot
You'll never catch me in the next man's sweater
If they hate, let 'em hate, I drop ya whole clan
Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Your time is up, my time is now
You can't see me, my time is now
It's the franchise, boy I'm shinin' now
You can't see me, my time is now

Yeah, it's gon' be what it's gon' be
Five pounds of courage buddy, bass tint pants with a gold T
It's a war dance and victory step
A raw stance is a gift when you insist it's my rep

John Cena, Trademarc, y'all are so-so and talk about
The bread you make but don't know the recipe for dough though
Aimin' guns in all your photos, that's a no-no
When this pop, you'll lip-lock, your big talks a blatant no-show

See what happens when the ice age melt
You see monetary status is not what matters but it helps
I rock a timepiece by Benny if any the same reason
Y'all could love me is the same reason y'all condemn me

A man's measured by the way that he thinks
Not clothing lines, ice links, leather and minks
I spent 20 plus years seekin' knowledge of self
So for now Marc Predka's livin' live for wealth

Your time is up, my time is now
You can't see me, my time is now
It's the franchise, boy I'm shinin' now
You can't see me, my time is now

Your time is up, my time is now
You can't see me, my time is now
It's the franchise, boy I'm shinin' now
You can't see me, my time is now

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