Smoke Screen - Lyrics - Laura Branigan

Title: Smoke Screen
Artist: Laura Branigan
Composer(s): Stephen Kipner, Clifton Magness

Lyric:
I confess I love you but you don't believe me
You're on the rebound and you don't wanna get hurt again
I know you're fallin' but you don't want to let me know
You think it's safer not to let it show

You've got your feelings locked away for your protection
You think you keep them inside
Oh it's so obvious there's something
Here that can't be denied

You are, you're building up a smoke screen
Trying to keep me in the dark
Trying to camouflage the way you feel

You're sending out a smoke screen
Acting like you're not in love
Making out it's no big deal
I know it, you know it, what are you afraid of?

You're keeping a distance for the sake of apppearances
Don't wanna look like you are ruled by your emotions
Surrender to your heart
Lift the veil that's keeping us apart

You are, you're building up a smoke screen
Trying to keep me in the dark
Trying to camouflage the way you feel

Sending out a smoke screen
Acting like you're not in love
Making out it's no big deal

I know it, you know it
Say the words you need to say
I know it you know it
Blow the smoke away

I know it, you know it
Step out from behind the cloud
I know you love me
Just say it out loud

You've got your feelings locked away for your protection
You think you keep them inside
Oh it's so obvious there's something
Here that can't be denied

You're building up a smoke screen
Trying to keep me in the dark
Trying to camouflage the way you feel

You're sending out a smoke screen
Acting like you're not in love
Making out it's no big deal

You're building up a smoke screen
Trying to keep me in the dark
Trying to camouflage the way you feel

You're sending out a smoke screen
Acting like you're not in love
Say it, say it, say it

I know you, you love me
So why don't you admit it?
I know you, you want me
Just come out and say it now

I know you, you love me
So why don't you admit it?
I know you, you want me
Just come out and say it now

I know you, you love me
So why don't you admit it?
I know you, you want me
Just come out and say it

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Smoke Screen - Lyrics - Leslie Phillips

Title: Smoke Screen
Artist: Leslie Phillips
Composer(s): Daniel Brown, Leslie Phillips

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Lyric:
You smoke screen with your judgmental words
When the air clears, you're just a scared little child
You smoke screen, but you're fearful inside
God doesn't love you and you let fear run you wild

When someone is wrong, you write them off
Never give a second chance
What if God had been that strict with you
And destroyed you without a second glance?

You smoke screen with your angelic face
You look so holy, but you're struggling inside
You smoke screen when you point the finger
'Cuz no one's looking to see your problem with pride

When someone is wrong, you write them off
Never give a second chance
What if God had been that strict with you
And destroyed you without a second glance?

When someone is wrong, you write them off
Never give a second chance
What if God had been that strict with you
And destroyed you without a second glance?

You smoke screen, but you're fearful inside
God doesn't love you and you let fear run you wild
You look so holy, but you're struggling inside
When the air clears, you're just a scared little child

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Your Smoke Screen - Lyrics - K. D. Lang

Title: Your Smoke Screen
Artist: K. D. Lang
Composer(s): David Barbe

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Lyric:
The medicine has taken you over
Washing away any desire
How does it feel at the end of the day?
When your energy's gone and it's slowly replaced
By the numbing sensation
Cleaning both sides of your brain?

I remember the stars in your eyes
But even the bright stars will fade out sometimes
Do you remember our very last kiss?
Are you aware that you're terribly missed?
Do you remember how to remember?
I should have seen through your smoke screen

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Watch Dem Niggas - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Title: Watch Dem Niggas
Album: It Was Written
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones, Earl Klugh

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Lyric:
They never realized, how real NaS, is so decisive
It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this
A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin' down your prime time
Food for thought or rather mind wine

The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis
On how we creep quick, fuckin' your wife that ain't so secret
It's mandatory, see that pussy, they hand it to me
I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story

There ain't no drama that my niggaz never handle for me
My gator brand is Maurry, walkin' through rough land before me
Where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin' and prayin' I'm stuck
Scopin' they lay in the cut, weighin' my luck

Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
Winkin' at some females cops with cocked gauges
Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin' you
The mag inside the triple goose

Face down on the floors, the routine
Don't want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it's a smoke screen
Imagine that, that's why I hardly kick the braggin' raps
I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant

Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Now how can I perfect this
Livin' reckless, die for my necklace
Crime infected, drivin' a Lexus with a death wish
Jettin', checkin' my messages on the speaker

Boppin' to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
CD crankin', doin' ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt
No seat belt, drinkin' and thinkin'
My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened

Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin' enlightment
My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
Traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo
My "Fuck Tommorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
Escobar the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato

Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Some niggaz watch you, see you when you think on the low
Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
Three Ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe
Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin' the dough

Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
Drama with the Feds, not listenin' just bobbin' your head
Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine
At the same time, your hoe is gettin' snatched from behind

Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
From all the ice, wouldn't you know, you knew these niggaz all your life
What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somehwere
Down the line, now they had to target your Wisdom

She took 'em to your place, straight to your safe
You doubted it could happen sick of yappin'
Dump in your ride, headed to your side
Puffin' ganja get to your crib, can't find her

Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out
Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out
Dead bitches tell no lies
You should use your eyes

Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

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J-A-D-A - Lyrics - Jadakiss

Title: J-A-D-A
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Rodney Jerkins, Jason Phillips, Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
Jadakiss, Sheek
D-Block, Darkchild
Uh huh, yeah
Uh yeah

Yo, I'm just too much, I flow too sick
I be on top of the snare, all over the kick
Since a young cat, I been one wit' the drum tap
The purple start pushin' my lungs back

Been there, done that
My words stick to you like thumb tacks
Pardon me, LOX hooked up wit' Rodney
The Ferrari's teal, but the truck's mahogany

Hating, I can't get you bastards off me
Fresh like I just took the plastic off me
Me and streets is high school sweethearts
And I'm always in her so she can't divorce me

Can't see farther than Kiss, I'm like a father to this
Want ya go and cop your father to this
I possess the whole package, the girls, the thongs
And there's something about me the world just loves
D-Block bringing hell of a pain, 'Honey' tell 'em my name

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(J A D A)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(J A D A)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(J A D A)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(J A D A)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

Sheek Louch get it popping, this shit don't stop
Got your boobs hitting, shaking in a Halter Top
Drizzling out, no shirt, burgundy drop
Chain's bigger than Chuck D and Flava's clock

Yeah boy, Sheek kinda hot these days
Hold the heat when I spit, need ten ice trays
D-Block what up? What's fucking wit' that?
Got the Camp spitting heavy on this Jerkins track

Glock jerk him back, either that or the mac
I prefer chrome but take it if you got it in black
Thick shorty wanna hop on it
I tell her not here, but we could go inside the bathroom 'Honey'

Let me give it to your straight, I ain't spending no money
We could drink till we pass out, make dicks and all that
I'm a gangster, I bet shorty crawl back
Got her job through a two way contact

(S H E E K)
Pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(S H E E K)
The club'll band, the beat will knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

(S H E E K)
Pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(S H E E K)
The club'll band, the beat will knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

Hey yo it's Louchy baby, smoke screen in the Mercedes
Naw it's just weed, I'm fucking wit y'all
Oil slick, it's the juice that I throw out the back
But it's for real lil' nigga if you hearing the clack

I'm bringing it back, you don't wanna jump to this
I'm David Blaine, it's magic how I gave it the Kiss
Letting it off, nigga like we hunting to diss
Hey yo Kiss, yo take it from there

Raspy voice, flow of the year; it's the cue tip bars
They feel good when they go in your ear
Ti Gun, Peanut Punch your girl ain't ready
Jadakiss, the world ain't ready

We got haze in the air and we pouring the yac
'Bout to get up on 'Honey' 'cause she throwing it back
And you know I keep the hawk on my neck, so don't violate
'Cause I can't wait for it to go in your back, uh

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

(J A D A)
I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S H E E K)
I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J A D A)
The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(S H E E K)
We just keep going, this shit don't stop

J A D A
S H E E K
D-Block, no play

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Get Em High - Lyrics - College Dropout - Kanye West

Title: Get Em High
Album: College Dropout
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Kanye West, Talib Kweli

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Lyric:
I'm tryin' to catch the beat
I'm tryin' to catch the beat
I'm tryin' to catch the beat
I'm tryin' to catch the beat

Now, throw ya motherfuckin' hands
Get em high
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin' man
Get em high
Now, I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
Keep em high
And if ya losin' yo high then smoke again
Keep em high

Now, my flow is in the pocket like Wallace
I got the bounce like hydraulics
I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics
My freshman year I was goin' through hella problems
'Til I built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta college

My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her, "Why don't you kill me?
I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna follow
My heart and if you follow the charts to the plaques or the stacks"
You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see?

I'm so shy that you thought it was bashful
But this bastard's flow will bash a skull
And I will cut your girl like Pastor Tro
And I don't usually smoke but pass the dro

And I won't give you that money that you askin' fo'
Why you think me and dame cool? We assholes
That's why we here your music in fast fo'
'Cuz we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo'

Now, throw ya motherfuckin' hands
Get em high
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin' man
Get em high
Now, I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
Keep em high
And if ya losin' yo high then smoke again
Keep em high

Now who the hell is this?
E-mailin' me at 11:26, tellin' me
That she 36-26, plus double-d
You know how girls on Black Planet be
When they get bubblee

At NYU but she hailed from Kansas
Right now she just lampin', chillin' on campus
Sent me a picture with her feelin' on Candice
Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis

W-H-I-T, it's gettin' late mami
Your screen saver say tweet so you got to call me
And bring a friend for my friend his name Kweli
You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib
I mean that's my favorite CD that I play at my crib

I mean you don't really know him, why is you lyin'?
Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pickup the line
She gon' think that I'm lyin', just spit a couple of lines
Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time and get her high

I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin' up dimes
But never mind I need some tracks you tryin' to pull tracks out
And my rhymes as fittin' to blow you, tryin' to blow backs out
Well okay you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, aiyo
Ain't you meet that chick at that conference with yo moms?

And she's the bomb, boy, she got the bougey behavior
Always got somethin' to say like a okayplaya hater
Anyway, I don't usually fuck with the interneter

Chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicolette
You really fuckin' that much, you tryin' to get off cigarettes
If she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet
I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate
I got the bubble cushion, a sister could get a hit of it

Get em high like noon or the moon
Or room filled with smoke, a high filled with dope
Y'all assumed I was doomed out of tune
But I still feel the notes the real nigga quotes

Real rappers is hard to find like a remote control, rap is not a
Used soup it still got life, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock clubs like Tiger Woods
In the hood to have my own reality show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggaz in you
You'se a bitch, I got ones that are thicker than you

How could I ever let your words affect me?
They say Hip-Hop is dead, I'm here to resurrect me
Mosh is too sexy to even make songs like these
That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys

To many featured emcees and producers is popular
Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin' her
Album, how come, you the hot garbager
The years clear your image and snooped up

Label got you souped up, tellin' you, you sick
Man you a dick with a loose nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record need a booster

Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga
Read the infa, red across your head I'm bread king like Simba
Bolder than Denver I ain't a mad rapper
Just a emcee with a temper

You dancin' for money like honey, I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survived like Kanye
Spittin' through wires and fires, emcees retirin'
Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then

Now, throw ya motherfuckin' hands
Get em high
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin' man
Get em high
Now, I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
Keep em high
And if ya losin' yo high then smoke again
Keep em high

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40 - Nigga Shit - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Nigga Shit
Artist: E
Composer(s): Brandt Jones, Bosco A Kante, Dedrick Rollison, Dulon Stevens, Earl Thomas Stevens, Tenina Stevens

Lyric:
I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the party
Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi
Gotta represent Cali and bang 'til death do us
Throwin the haters off and keep our folks next to us
For me to bust a Bay bitch she gotta be the thickest
I dig them Bay niggaz cause they Sic'Wid'It and Click-ish
Like that there nigga, re-cop from Mack Diamond
Pop a collar one time, let me know you're still timin

I'm a Bay nigga, all in L.A. nigga
No matter what you say nigga, long as you pay nigga
I figure - you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo' shit
A steel toe mack down to break yo' bitch
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
To get DVD's and big screen TV's
Wanna be like me? I run from vice
Catch a out-of-towner and I'm takin his ice
Throw him in the trunk with the bag and the mice
I know it ain't nice but nigga that's life
Black black on the scratch, no tradin back
2000 'Llac, can you fuck with that?
Me, Mack, 40, Shot and Bosko
All strapped down with the roscoes

We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Sick shit, big nigga shit, Big nigga shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit, Hard liquor beatch

Here I come, steppin out the Vader
They call me D Shot and I'm about my paper
Been in this game since eighty-six
One of the first bosses to hit the independent lick
Y'all know my dawgs is the C L I C K
Them true boss ballers that done paved the way
I throw my Roley up in the air
It cost me 25 K, do you think I care?
I rolls bodies, as thick as you can get 'em
You know them 600's with the V-12 emblems?
The rap game's been good to me
I like the money and the hoes and the V.I.P
The lavish lifestyle that I live
Consist of big-ass parties and sippin gin
We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce
We hit the studio and then bounce

We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Sick shit, big nigga shit, Big nigga shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit, Hard liquor beatch

See I'ma, street walker, gun clapper
Papered up hood nigga livin like a rapper
If you see me you would think I sold a million copy
Like what's-her-name? Ice all on my body
All kind of bitches be thumpin over a motherfucker for the worst
One of 'em got a pair of pre school college scissors in her purse
Ready to take off on a nig', take a nig', beatch
Stab a bitch, shoot a nigga for her nig'
See I'm a slick talkin boss playa
Full of straight mindgames and schemes
Find your botch's weakness, get off in her jeans
Tell her she's the sweetest, pull her mental file
See if I can help cause she's livin in denial, bitch
You liable to find me on the ave, slangin o's
Parked on the curb, sippin white Irish ross
Smokin herb, grindin in my dirty clothes what else?
Hella perved, standin on my P's and toes

We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Sick shit, big nigga shit, Big nigga shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit, Big figure shit
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit, Hard liquor beatch

I'm sportin Benzes, Cutlasses, smoke trees and hustle for G's
Pop game that pertain to plenty, shoppin sprees
Magic shows, gatherings and ceremonies
What's your testimony? Ain't nuttin bout me phony
I'm a boss bitch botch
Known for smugglin heroin balloons in my crotch
Beat a bitch down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the block
Teasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit

We're just some real ass niggaz
We're ballaholics everyday
We're not your ordinary niggaz
Our only motive is to get paid
We're just some real ass niggaz
We're ballaholics everyday
We're not your ordinary niggaz
Our only motive is to get paid
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz
We're not your ordinary niggaz

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Live - Lyrics - First Come First Served - Dr. Dooom

Title: Live
Album: First Come First Served
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

Lyric:
South Bronx, New York

Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?

I heard your CD is wack, wasn't fucking impressed
Who's the nigga with the big mouth?
I live [Incomprehensible] and bit off with a lion's mouth
Your hype man sound like a bitch that switch

Y'all niggas need to be around when my dick itch
Yo, TNT these niggas acting wild like they homo
But they trying to see me fuck it, I'm a pull up in a Ford van
Let these niggas know I'm a give 'em a permanent suntan

Walk in your studio session
Damage your crew in the vocal booth
With a thirty-inch Smith and Wesson
Dr. Dooom on your intercom pressing your girl
All night with a fucking bomb

I'm a move the tattoos off all these MCs
Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese
Uncle Black got a new sawed-off
When them booty kids show up we gone blast their ass off

Niggas be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust
I'm a send Tony Lou with a bazooka
Blow smoke in a tour bus, in a yellow Caprice Classic
I got a wig on them, city boys ain't gon' recognize all four of us

Jay and John with fifty cousins from the Bolding family
We roll and amp G, what the fuck y'all talking about?
I'm moving a different route
Grab the carbines from under the couch

See you on the Ferris wheel at Coney Island
I'm not gon' be smiling
Magnum waiting for your ass
Y'all gon' see my face, fuck a mask

Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?

Smearing your mailbox with peanut butter and jelly
With pickles from the deli
Black shoe polish on your glass table
I'm ready and able

Going on the roof when the pay-per-view fight come on
Click off the cable, harass you to move
Leaving poisoned sick rat coleslaw around your toilet stool
While you scream ''fuck you''

I'm across the street eating Popeye's Cajun rice
In a station wagon with hot beans
Taking a coffee break back in the house

Giving your Chihuahuas
Ex-lax with a hot bowl of Quaker State
Leaving the front room, dropping bombs
On your fur coat with a box kaboom

Watching the Mets putting shit
On your TV sets in the shower
You won't be able to watch a program
With remote controls for seventy hours

Check out your sore ribs, the screen is gritty
Everybody's starting to look green on Rap City
Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks
Or your credit card to a retarded kid in a wheel-chair

Coming up the street walking by the main avenue
I'm passing you with a leather coat that looks similar to yours
Fuck you, you looking at me, I'm a start walking behind you
Act like I'm pantomiming you

Talking to police men, chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white squad car
With binoculars watching you very far
What's up motherfuckers?

Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?

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Suzy May - Lyrics - Kosheen

Title: Suzy May
Artist: Kosheen
Composer(s): Darren Beale, Sian Evans, Mark Morrison

Lyric:
It's your call
Hear the answer

Cross the hall
As freedom dances

As the smoke screen rises
There they stand in their disguises

You come blazing
Waving your arms and your attitude
I don't notice you

Suzy May
Oh, what is it coming to?

Why is it down to you?
You come blazing

Smell so sweet
And taste so bitter

Struck with paint
And doused in glitter

This is for the back row
You better stand up miste
Or you'll miss the show

You come blazing
Waving your arms and your attitude
I don't notice you

Suzy May
Oh, what is it coming to?

Why is it down to you?
You come blazing

Little girl in the mirror
Jesus loves a sinner

Put on your lipstick
And get another quick fix

You better be something
You better keep on running

Or jump from a building
You never really lived in

So you want to be a superstar?
Yeah

You come blazing
Waving your arms and your attitude
I don't notice you

Suzy May
Oh, what is it coming to?

Why is it down to you?[break]Oh come blazing[break]

You come blazing
Waving your arms and your attitude
I don't notice you

Suzy May
Oh, what is it coming to?

Why is it down to you?[break]You come blazing

Come blazing
Girl in the mirror
Girl in the mirror
Little girl in the mirror

You wanna be a superstar?

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We Will Survive - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: We Will Survive
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Kenny Loggins, Samuel Barnes, James Edgerten, Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones, Michael Mcdonald

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Lyric:
Still somehow I believe, we always survive, but why?

To my dogs wherever you are
Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid
You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid
Ain't nuttin' changed still, party and bullshit
We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who rhyme sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out

Machine Gun Funk from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we was broke
I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gunsmoke?
Still on the block around fiends numb from coke, I guess so
'Cause now with paper, shit is still ghetto
But fuck it black, you livin' your life, though your loved ones

Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
It used to be fun, makin' records to see your response
But, now competition is none, now that you're gone
And these niggaz is wrong, usin' your name in vain
And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you

Joke with you, happy we on top, the most official
Ain't too many real ones out there, I feel some
But doubt they're capable to take it where you took it to
I missed your wake not 'cause I'm fake
'Cause I hate to see somebody so great in that way
I woulda stayed so long with so much to say

I had to put it in writin' to keep me and Brooklyn from fightin'
Tellin' me to pay my respects and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by
You can't kill nothin' that's ready to die
You was like God to us in the form of Allah

Still somehow I believe, we always survive, but why?

Still, we will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive
Still, we will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive

Thug life never die
Dear 'Pac, every thug sheds a tear drop and use teeth
To bite off beer tops and pour out a lil' liquor
You was more than just the wildest nigga
2Pacalypse, I understand your style nigga
It's goin' on the third year, since you've been gone

On the East and West Coast the same shit is goin' on
The industry be talkin', offendin' me often
They don't believe you dead, wanna see you in your coffin
I can relate, shootouts and court dates
All eyez on you, niggaz in your face invadin' your space
You asked if I could trade in your place, how would I hold up?

How long would I ride, before I fold up?
How did you know through your rhymes it was your time to go?
You predicted it in every line, all in your flow
There could never be peace, I have to quote
Can't believe I heard my name on the realest shit you ever wrote
We had words 'cause the best supposed to clash at the top

But kept it brotherly when we seen each other and stopped
In NYC, at MTV, people watched
We was both deep, after you left I got no sleep
Think about how us real niggaz would be
If we united, a nation of thugs, who could fight it?
You was caught in a wild homicide or were you crucified

Like the son of God, when Lucifer lied
And make the world think, young blacks should be extinct?
But thug life'll never die, we stay high and just link
Will there ever be another MC as nice?
Will you return to us like the resurrection of Christ?

Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?

Still, we, will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive
Still, we, will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive

I wonder what the Commodores went through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war?
What has Al Green seen that made him religious?
Was it the drugs, put an end to the music business?
If so, should I put out the indo right now and write down
A plan and pursue my dream turn my life around

'Cause I'm bound for the movie screen, cuties that scream
I'll need a extra Uzi riding through my own hood in Queens
It be the ones you always knew, that want it on
Tellin' everybody it was him that you fronted on
Thought we walked a million miles it was just twenty
Not used to walkin' in the path of legit money

I thought I made it but we only took baby steps
Up the success ladder, where they pay me checks
To my clicks when I got it I said, "Baby bless"
That was the 80's but now look at this crazy mess
We in the 90's and finally it's lookin' good
Hip-hop took it to billions, I knew we would

A lot of ups and downs in the game, could lose or gain
A couple pounds tryin' to maintain, one day you here
The next you not, when you around niggaz check 'em out
Some is bout it, most individuals plots
And run the spots, some choose to stay to theyselves
While others have no cares and stay in jail

More than fifty percent of us
Endin' up with holes through the chest
Through the head, through the gut it shows
The future for us young shooters and old killers
Who become rich as dope dealers?
Nothing left for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments

Thug coaches with subs sittin' on the bench, either that or rap
We want the fast way outta this trap
Whether it be 9 to 5 or slangin' crack
To my deceased Gods wishin' I could bring you back
But life is a dream and y'all taught me that

Always survive, but why?

Always survive, always
Still, we, will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive
Still, we, will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive

Still, we, will survive
No matter what
Still, we, will survive
No matter what
Still, we, will survive
No matter what
My niggaz just stay alive

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Slippin - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: Slippin
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Roger Greene, Khalon Porter, Kimberly Jones, Denaun Porter

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Lyric:
Now don't you know that they want to catch you
Slippin' with no protection, lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you, when you were at your lowest point in your life, darlin'

Niggaz wanna catch you slippin'
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin')
They wanna catch you slippin'

No more Mrs. Nice Bitch
Niggaz done, flipped the script and got on some shiest shit
Sellin' they soul when love is priceless
They kicked me when I was down and stuck in a crisis

I kept it all in and now I'm 'bout to erupt
Man, fuck the law, the whole system's corrupt
A street grudge put me in front of the judge
But I stood there like, "What, the Bee don't budge"

It's a foul game, no such thing as fair play
And real niggaz get railroaded everyday
Words misconstrued and used against you
Then you get screwed when it's time to sentence you

World cavin' in, it's a shitty situation
A year and a day, three years probation
Public humiliation, poor representation
Guilty by association

Now don't you know that they want to catch you
Slippin' with no protection, lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you, when you were at your lowest point in your life, darlin'

Niggaz wanna catch you slippin'
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin')
They wanna catch you slippin'

I'ma stand up type, grew up in the projects
And that's worth more than material objects
A lot of things come when they know you got it
You, a target and now they tryin' to get in the pockets

Lawsuits, lawyers prosecute for profit
Meanwhile the media promotin' the gossip
I had to say it 'cause I'm that real with it
Shinin' like a star, then you gotta deal with it

And dudes quick to take these groupies to bed
Better watch it 'fore they write a book about you like Superhead
Fuck 'em and leave 'em, then they after your paper
Put a hole in the condom and say that you raped her

So you could be a rapper, athlete or a actor
Believe me, these devils find a way to get at'cha
All it takes is some green and your face on the screen
Fuck it, just say I took one for the team

Now don't you know that they want to catch you
Slippin' with no protection, lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you, when you were at your lowest point in your life, darlin'

Niggaz wanna catch you slippin'
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin')
They wanna catch you slippin'

In these streets, you gotta sleep with one eye open
(Slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin')
And watch for the snakes and the Jakes approachin'
'Cause it could be the ones that you laugh and joke with
The ones you smoke with, sold your coke with

I set you up for the right piece of change
And have your brains on the dashboard out the Range
Too often, I seen a nigga layin' in the coffin
All 'cause some shit was blown out of proportion

Everywhere you go, you gotta move with caution
'Cause the rap game ain't much different than the crack game
It's the new hustle, gotta have brains and muscle
Get too much money and these haters wanna touch you

Now I can see why they all on me
Niggaz do dirty work, the shit fall on me
Not only do you gotta watch the boys in blue
But the niggaz in your crew, you gotta watch them too

Now don't you know that they want to catch you
Slippin' with no protection, lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you, when you were at your lowest point in your life, darlin'

Niggaz wanna catch you slippin'
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin')
They wanna catch you slippin'
(Slippin', slippin', slippin')

Slippin'
Slippin'
Slippin'
...

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Do You Only Wanna Dance - Lyrics - Mya

Title: Do You Only Wanna Dance
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): Lester A Mendez, Arturo O'Farrill, Sy Smith

Lyric:
Funny thing is when I look into your eyes
I sense something so sincere in your disguise
You whisper secrets, I hear only in my dreams
Then I wake up to your tele-smoke screen

I wait patiently while you play your game
'Cause in the end, I'll be the winner all the same
You'll see clearly when the song comes to a stop
I'll be the one blowing kisses from the top

So, baby, stop, you're surrounded
I've got my love all around ya
One wrong move and I'll down ya
And that'll end ya, you should surrender
You'll never win unless you give in

So stop, baby, stop, you're surrounded
I've got my love all around ya
One wrong move and I'll down ya
And that'll end ya, you should surrender
You'll never win unless you give in
So won't you give our love a chance?
Or do you only wanna dance?

You put your lips very closely to my face
And then you run away and so begins the chase
I'll be the hunter but, boy, you better pray
'Cause when I want ya, I'll get you anyway

You know what I wanna do, it ain't nothing new
I'm tired of dropping clues so gonna step to you
Will you rise to my occasion?
Or will you make me change your station?

Stop, you're surrounded
I got my love all around ya
One wrong move and I'll down ya
And that'll end ya, you should surrender
You'll never win unless you give in

(So stop)
Stop, you're surrounded
(Oh, I got my love)
Love all around ya
(One wrong move)
Move and I'll down ya
And that'll end ya, you should surrender
You'll never win unless you give in
So won't you give our love a chance?

If you take my hands and follow my lead
I'll make you dance
(I can make you dance)
But if you get my feet
(Get my feet)
And miss the beat
(And miss the beat)
Then I can't take that chance
(Then I can't take that chance)

If you take my hands and follow my lead
I'll make you dance
(I can make you dance)
But if you get my feet
(Get my feet)
And miss the beat
(And miss the beat)
Then I can't take that chance
(I can't take it)

(So stop it)
Stop, you're surrounded
I got my love all around ya
One wrong move and I'll down ya
And that'll end ya, you should surrender
You'll never win unless you give in

(So stop)
Stop, you're surrounded
(Baby stop)
Love all around ya
(One wrong move)
Move and I'll down ya
And that'll end ya, you should surrender
You'll never win unless you give in

So stop, baby, stop, you're surrounded
I've got my love all around ya
(All around you)
Move and I'll down ya
And that'll end ya, you should surrender
You'll never win unless you give in

(So stop)
Stop, you're surrounded
I got my love all around ya
(All around you)
Move and I'll down ya
And that'll end ya, you should surrender
You'll never win unless you give in
So won't you give our love a chance?

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Overnight Celebrity - Lyrics - Chicago's Finest - Kanye West

Title: Overnight Celebrity
Album: Chicago's Finest
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): M Ben-Ari, Kanye Omari West, Michael Bennett, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Lenny Williams

Lyric:
Oh, you didn't think we can do it again
Twista, Kanye West, from po pimping to poppin' tags
From Chunkiest to Slow Jamz, oh baby
We can even make you a overnight celebrity
Know what I'm saying, come on

Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like
Drive whips, I know they like
Twista, you told her right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Give you ice, like Kobe right
We sorta like Goldie right
The way, we mode 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight

Girl I see you, in them apple bottom jeans
Chinchilla on your back, I wanna know your name
Girl I'm Twista, I could blow your brains
Put you in a chameleon, O-four range
Still sexy, when you smoke that flame
Jerk you like a chicken, when you throw that thang
She got me hotter than a oven, the way that she talk
Switching to freaky so I'm loving the way that she walk
You looking good girl but you oughta be in pictures
Listen to me, I see your career going sky high
Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi
And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Watching you should be a thrill, got the fellas
Hustling trying to get, steady screaming my, my, my, my
Walk on the carpet, with the bells that flick in the dark
Kicking it on the couch, at one O six and park
I can see your beauty, on the big screen
I can see me freaking you, with whip cream
I can see you on stage, at the awards
With a dress better than Jennifer's, and doing big things
Kick it with me, I can mold your life
You looking good girl, show you right
Dre told me, you the prototype
I can make you a celebrity overnight

Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like
Drive whips, I know they like
Twista, you told her right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Give you ice, like Kobe right
We sorta like Goldie right
The way, we mode 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight

Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like
Drive whips, I know they like
Twista, you told her right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Give you ice, like Kobe right
We sorta like Goldie right
The way, we mode 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight

You want fame, you can take that path
Candlelights, when you take the bath
You got, such a sensational ass
I'ma get you Jimmy Cho and Marc Jacob bags
I can cop her, a two thousand and three
Make her smile, when she sees Spre's
I can get you on CD's, and DVD's
Take you to Bebe's and B.C.B.G.'s
I can get you in the places, to be into
The people to know or show you things, sticker than to
I wanna be your lover, undercover don
And protect you from others, don't ever let a brother pimp you
If you want the style, you can rich your blood
Y'all take a look at her, she got such an astonishing body
I can see you in some Gucci or Roberto Cavalli
And I bet she gon' put a hurt on 'em, hard in the party
And you know you kill 'em in the club, we go
You was born to be a po', how you gon sticking fo' do's
And I love you, 'cause you freaky with the dope clothes
Drop it to the flo', let it go when you roll slow
And I love it, when I hit it from the back
And you get on top of me, and have a brother going, oh, oh
Girl I love, how you roll me right
I can make you, a celebrity overnight

Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like
Drive whips, I know they like
Twista, you told her right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Give you ice, like Kobe right
We sorta like Goldie right
The way, we mode 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight

You see, see baby girl
You see how you make a brother break down
I just gotta ask you, what you need
What you need from me, oh you wanna be a star
Are you messing with the right one?
I can take you there, I can make sure
You've got all the finest things
Let me be your manager

Come here girl, I could see you bored
Took you to the queen, that I see you for
Take you shopping on sprees, in stores
I'ma get you, to the MTV awards
We about, to do a show tonight
You looking good girl, show you right
Take you places, I know you like
I could make you a celebrity overnight
Come here girl, you could hang if you bored
We could do, plenty things plus more
I'm about to have you, change in the stores
I can even get you, to the Soul Train awards
We about, to do a show tonight
You looking good girl, show you right
Take you places, I know you like
I could make you a celebrity overnight

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Gravel - Lyrics - Living In Clip (Live) - Ani Difranco

Title: Gravel
Album: Living In Clip (Live)
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Ani Difranco

Lyric:
I heard the sound of your bike as your wheels hit the gravel
Then your engine in the driveway cutting off
And I pushed through the screen door and I stood out on the porch
Thinking fight, fight, fight at all costs

But instead I let you in just like I've always done
I sat you down and offered you a beer
And across the kitchen table, I fired several rounds
But you were still sitting here when the smoke cleared

And you came crawling back
To say that you wanna make good in the end
And oh, oh let me count the ways that I abhore you

And you were never a good lay
And you were never a good friend
But, oh, oh, oh what can I say
I adore you, oh

All I need is my leather, one t-shirt and two socks
I'll keep my hands warm in your pockets and use the engine block
And we'll ride out to California with my arms around your chest
And I'll pretend that this is real 'cuz this is what I like best

And you've been juggling two women like a stupid circus clown
Telling us both we are the one
And maybe you can keep me from ever being happy
But you're not gonna stop me from having fun

So let's go before I change my mind
I'll leave the luggage of all your lives behind
'Cuz I am bigger than everything that came before

And you were never very kind
And you let me way down every time
But oh, oh, oh what can I say
I adore you

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

I heard the sound of your bike
As your wheels hit the gravel
Then your engine in the driveway
Cutting off

Oh
Hey oh
Hey oh
Hey oh

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Dangerous Mindz - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Dangerous Mindz
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): Anthony Ian Berkeley, Selwyn Bougard, Arnold Ethen Hamilton, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
And drug spots, well, if you're too poor to move out
Or get a new house, it's like livin' in a war, walkin' through shootouts

And you doubt God exists, when hard fists
Be poundin' on your head like jackhammers
You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter
Seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out

Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out
With just a few scars when the beating ends
The streets let ya breathe again
But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end

Of Universal Law, I'm callin' on the meek and the poor
To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war
With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders
A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this

My sword hits the human orb until it orbits
In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid
Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids

To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration
And twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
I'm ancient as 'Amen', see I stay Grym
Throwin' fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken

Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in to sell such a Sing-Sing
I bring Grym tidings, tidal your wave all not exciting
Stop riding the dick, start writin' your own shit

'Cause I stick figures, they think they fat and can't rap wind blast
I make 'em Slim Fast, lookin' like stick figures
I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes

Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's
Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
Grym will mentally chop your career
See, shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears

Escape outta your ducts, every time you hear my name
You better duck fate or catch a fuckin' face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money
Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey

Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals
Feet resembles Christ's description from the Bible
Water-walker, immune to all physical torture
Pull out fast in a Porsche upon a double-crosser

My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix
And blast iron cells into a low blooded 'nemic
The imperial material's venereal
MC's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the material

Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen wide-screen Magnavox
Grabs thought like Doctor Octopus
'Cause war like the grandson of Kush
I'm hangin' devil's heads on a evergreen bush

Sugar-frosted sorceresses, bitches get exhausted
Pussy lips be drippin', like leaky faucets
Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers
While I'm guzzlin' Piper's, changin' my son's shitty-ass diapers

Dime piece trapped in sync like many time piece
You get stampeded by the wildabeast
A rap dast' plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat
Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat

Common denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader
He was fooled by the interpreatation made from a traitor
MC's get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone
Choked from my death, every time they break a wishbone

Eventually, I knew the whole world would mention me
Potentially, I have the key to make G's
MC's breeze on my tracks, I rock the root with the trees
Killa bees spread rapid like diseases

See it's, like the second comin' of Jesus, of Nazareth
Be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like Lazarus
Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful
Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope

Niggaz realize they just can't cope
They're here, bustin' out the head resembles fire and smoke Loc
I blast watts in circuits like General Monk-Monk was Turkish
My science is divided deep into your central nervous

Pervert area codes peep this murder
I'm boxed-in, suckin' hologram tits, inhalin' oxygen
Parallel world of crab niggas and sea shells mix
I pierce my dick and sword right through you pelvics

I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of palm
Physical existence is descendants of Allah
I travel at high rates, weaker men are primates
That either migrate or get burnt to the stake

I feed off lyrical light beams of amphetamine
My terminology is panatomic like lobotomy
Crazy el loco, gas niggaz like Sunoco
Flush 'em like Presto, Blast in your chest bone

I raise from the shore, like Sodom and Gomorrah
With traction, flashin' a 4-wheel drive Ford Explorer
While mucus lies within the center of the Rubik's
The roots of the wine induced the enzymes inside your nucleus

Turmoil boilin' appointed, niggaz rubbin' off my style like a ointment
Lost in the Sahara, From trial and error
Confused with 3 meals for Sister Sara

Bearer, digestin' minerals in abundance
Because the dead is not known to return from the dungeons

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Rhythm &Amp; Blues Alibi - Lyrics - Liquid Skin - Gomez

Title: Rhythm &Amp; Blues Alibi
Album: Liquid Skin
Artist: Gomez
Composer(s): Ben Ottewell, Oliver James Peacock, Paul Blackburn, Ian Thomas Ball, Thomas William Gray

Lyric:
You can write your tunes with rhythm and blues as your alibi
You can sell your soul and lay the blame all on the passers-by
You shake your body on the TV screen
It seems to me, you'd try anything twice

Swing it out and use it as your aphrodisiac
You can give it to me, to me, plain to see that I'll give it you back
You let it flow, let it go, there's nothing to it
Anyone can try anything twice, try anything twice

Chasing after stories that have already been told
Cannot look old Son House in the eyes
I know where you carry such a fragile load
But I've got yours and you've got mine
It's a rhythm and blues alibi

You can take a trip through your juke joint smoke-filled paradise
You can give it your all 'cause you are walking a fine, fine line, la
You shake your booty on the TV screen
Seems to me, you'd try anything twice, you'd try anything twice
Well, let me hear you now

Chasing after stories that have already been told
Cannot look old Son House in the eyes
I know where you carry such a fragile load
But I've got yours and you've got mine
It's a rhythm and blues alibi

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Roll The Dice - Lyrics - Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon

Title: Roll The Dice
Album: Mickey Avalon
Artist: Mickey Avalon
Composer(s): Eamon Shumow, Yeshe Perl, Sunny Levine, Amir Yaghmai

Lyric:
Liza was a lesbian who lived in the Bronx
She used to make me dinner when the winters were long
Liza packed a pistol and a train to St. John
Along Lincoln Continental took a boat near and far

We used to count stars while Mary tended bar
Liza's long term lover Mary buried her last broad
Stuck her twice quick with an ice pick
Workin' on the night shift then took flight, in light so bright it

Hurt her eyes so she cursed the skies
Gripping her purse tight bursting through the night
With her hands washed clean off the murder scene
She moved to New York City, hung with hookers and fiends

Then one night she met Liza in the bar that she worked
Serving appetizers in a buttoned down shirt
They got along together liked high heels and short skirts
So Mary packed her bags and she became Liza's bird
Then I saw less 'n' less of Liza and the last that I heard of her
Mary murdered her

Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price
For a fiend while your teen do things you won't believe
And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies
So do what you gotta do to get off the streets

Jesse moved to Hollywood to take his great chance
With a dream in his heart and a blade in his pants
Jesse waited tables in the fancy place at Robinson
When David Harses's daughter strutted in and spotted him
She said, ''Hey, little Cutie, you're a beauty follow me?

And took him to all the best parties in the city
Introduced to the new producers on the scene
He did all he could to get his face on the screen
Jesse learned how to slouch with his ass on the casting couch
And took it like a champ when they passed him around

He read script after script and sucked a whole lotta dick
But the only films that Jesse ever made were Jacko flicks
So one night he took the blade that he got from his pops
Dragged it across his throat and left a note in the mailbox

Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price
For a fiend while your teen do things you won't believe
And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies
So do what you gotta do to get off the streets

Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price
For a fiend while your teen do things you won't believe
And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies
So do what you gotta do to get something to eat

Heidi wore a nighty when she worked on the Ave
And shiny black stilettos and a red leather bag
Heidi took the dough up front and went south
She would pick your pocket with your dick in her mouth

After she left the trick broke she'd hit him up for a smoke
Then count her loot and go shoot some coke
She was cute as a button, sweeter than a muffin
But Heidi slit your throat if you didn't pay her for her lovin'

Me and Heidi first met on Vine and Sunset
She was pourin' sweat out the corvette
She looked at me and cringed said, ?Hey, you over there
If you've got the syringe follow me and I'll share?
We went back to my room and used my harpoon
Noddin' off on the couch watchin' cartoons

And when the sun went down she said, ?I'll see ya around?
The last I heard of Heidi she had moved outta town
Keepin' the place tidy for some high payin' fool
One night she thought she was a fish and drowned in the pool

Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price
For a fiend while your teen do things you won't believe
And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies
So do what you gotta do to get something to eat

Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price
For a fiend while your teen do things you won't believe
And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies
So do what you gotta do to get something to eat

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