Z - Feelin' It - Lyrics - Reasonable Doubt - Jay

Title: Z - Feelin' It
Album: Reasonable Doubt
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): David Willis, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
I'm feelin' it fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it, feel the Lex pushin' up on the set
I'm feelin' it through the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it if you feel it raise your L in the sky

I keep it realer than most I know your feelin' it
Cristal on ice I like those toes I keep spillin' it
Bone crushers I keep real close I got the skill for this
On my back the fliest clothes lookin' ill and shit

Transactions illegitimate cause life is still a bitch
And then you die but for now life close your eyes and feel this dick
Since diapers had nothin' to live for like them lifers but
Makin sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher

We paid the price to circular success they turned my mic up
I bout to hit these niggas that'll light they life up
If every nigga in your clique is rich your clique is rugged
Nobody will fall cause everyone will be each others crutches

I hope you fools choose to listen I drop jewels bust it
These are the rules I follow in my life you gotta love it
Jiggy jigger lookin' gully in the joint
If y'all niggas ain't talkin' 'bout large money what's the point?

I'm feelin' it fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it, feel the Lex pushin' up on the set
I'm feelin' it through the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it if you feel it raise your L in the sky

Even if it ain't sunny hey I ain't complainin'
I'm in the rain doing a buck 40 hydroplanin' what shorty
Where you disappear son?
Maintainin' puttin' myself in a position most of these rappers ain't in

I'm livin' the ill streets blues got you hunger painin'
Nothin to gain and a whole lot to lose you still singin' fool
I'm thorough in every boro my name be ringin'
Warmin' it up for the perfect time to hit your brain and

Ya Feelin' it? To all the girls
I bought the girdle to conceal my bricks
No doubt they can vouch my life is real as shit
95 south and poppy on the hill and shit

And all the towns like Cambridge that I killed wit shit
And all the thorough ass niggas that I hustle wit
Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit
These fake rappers cant really know I'm lovin' it ya feelin' it

I'm feelin' it fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it, feel the Lex pushin' up on the set
I'm feelin' it through the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it if you feel it raise your L in the sky

I'm feelin' it fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it, feel the Lex pushin' up on the set
I'm feelin' it through the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it if you feel it raise your L in the sky

What y'all ain't heard that nigga Jay hot?
The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch
I keep it tight for all the nights my mom prayed I'd stop
Said she had dreams that snipers hit me with a fatal shot

Those nightmares mom
Those dreams you say you got give me the chills
But these mils make me hot y'all feel me
Enough to stop the illin' right?

But at the same time these dimes keep me feelin' tight
I'm so confused
Okay I'm gettin' weeded now I know I'm contradicting myself
Look I don't need that now

It just once in a blue moon when there's nothin' to do and
The tension's too thick for my sober mind to cut through
I get to zonin', me and the chick on the L and then we're bonin'
I free my mind sometimes I here myself moanin'

Take one more toke and I leave that weed alone man
It got me goin' shit

I'm feelin' it fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it, feel the Lex pushin' up on the set
I'm feelin' it through the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it if you feel it raise your L in the sky

I'm feelin' it fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it, feel the Lex pushin' up on the set
I'm feelin' it through the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it if you feel it raise your L in the sky

I'm feelin' it fill the glass to the top with Moet

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Z - Feelin' You In Stereo - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - Feelin' You In Stereo
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): R Kelly, S Carter

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Lyric:
Everything ain't hardcore you know
I can't sing but my man
I'ma let my man smooth that thang out for you
You know, take the edge off, you know what I'm sayin'?

All my sexy ladies, throw ya hand's up high
And all my real playas, throw ya hand's up high
And just keep on bouncin' while I take you on a ride

It's like your body's on radio, I'm feelin' you in stereo
Put me in your CD player, I'm gonna hit it nice and slow
Baby, I'm your hot mix bumpin' in your cherry Lex
Checkin' out your widescreen while your hand's up on the headrest

I'm in the studio thinkin' about my next hit song
Tryin' to come up with a melody that will turn you on
On the MPC3000 tryin' to come up with beats
That'll make you come on over here and lay down here with me

I'm searchin' for that special mind blowin' melody
And it's gotta be sexy so I'll think it through carefully
It's like I'm tryin' to tune it, to ya station, babe
Try to get you to play, this record, babe
Every time I hear this track girl I think about me and you
In the Maybach doin' what we do

It's like your body's on radio, I'm feelin' you in stereo
Put me in your CD player, I'm gonna hit it nice and slow
Baby, I'm your hot mix bumpin' in your cherry Lex
Checkin' out your widescreen while your hand's up on the headrest

Um, now I know a few friends of mine that has made love to this record
So when you're in the mood call the station request this record
She walks in the room, says "Ly, I can't breathe"
As I try to catch my breath and proceed

Lookin' at yo' sexy smile while I put my vocals down
Girl, you have made this song a hit in each and every town
You a sexy melody with a touch of freakin' harmony
Such a perfect chemistry girl we deserve a Grammy
Or Soul Train, Billboard, MTV or BET Award
Rollin' like we on a tour

Ooh, the way you put it down, girl, I can't take it
Sex was so good, girl, we've got to do the remix
'Cause girl you a mix master
When it comes to pumpin', you a ghetto blaster
It's such a hit that I gotta bootleg it, yeah

It's like your body's on radio, I'm feelin' you in stereo
Put me in your CD player, I'm gonna hit it nice and slow
Baby, I'm your hot mix bumpin' in your cherry Lex
Checkin' out your widescreen while your hand's up on the headrest

A melody is the chemistry, the way we click
It's like four part harmony and all that shit
Your waistline is the bass line, I ride that shit
Strung off your treble and I'm high as shit

We made love in the studio
When we got together over and over again like a loop
Damn I'm missin' you, it's hard to listen to
All these different dudes, huggin' and kissin' you, fuck!

It's like your body's on radio, I'm feelin' you in stereo
Put me in your CD player, I'm gonna hit it nice and slow
Baby, I'm your hot mix bumpin' in your cherry Lex
Checkin' out your widescreen while your hand's up on the headrest

Yeah, I'm feelin' you in stereo
Aw yeah, aw yeah, yeah

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One In A Million (Remix) - Lyrics - Aaliyah

Title: One In A Million (Remix)
Artist: Aaliyah
Composer(s): Timothy Z Mosley, Melissa A Elliott

Lyric:
Love it babe, love it babe, love it babe
Love it babe, love it babe, love it babe
Love it babe, love it babe, love it babe
Love it babe, love it babe, love it babe

Baby you don't know what you do to me
Between me and you I feel a chemistry
I won't let no one come and take your place
'Cause the love you give it can't be replaced

See no one else can love me like you do
That's why I want to spend my life with you
Wanna please you in anyway I can
Wanna share my world don't you understand

Your love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on
You give me a really good feelin', all day long
Your love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on
You give me a really good feelin', all day long

Turn me inside out you make my heart speak
I don't need no one else you are all I need
Personality and everything you do
Makes me to love everything 'bout you

Your smile, your style is so fly, I can't deny
I got a crush on you and that is true indeed
And I'm diggin' you, you're makin' me believe

That your love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on
You give me a really good feelin', all day long
Your love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on
You give me a really good feelin', all day long

I'll give you anything you want from me
Anything you want, anything you need, anything your soul desires
I'll give you anything you want from me
Anything you want, anything you need, anything your soul desires
Anything 'cause

Your love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on
You give me a really good feelin', all day long
Your love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on
You give me a really good feelin', all day long

Your love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on
You give me a really good feelin', all day long
Your love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on
You give me a really good feelin', all day long

Love it babe, love it babe, love it babe
Love it babe, love it babe, love it babe
Love it babe, love it babe, love it babe
...

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One In A Million - Lyrics - One In A Million - Aaliyah

Title: One In A Million
Album: One In A Million
Artist: Aaliyah
Composer(s): Timothy Z Mosley, Melissa A Elliott

Lyric:
Love it babe, love it babe, love it babe
Love it babe, love it babe, love it babe
Love it babe, love it babe, love it babe
Love it babe, love it babe, love it babe

Baby you don't know what you do to me
Between me and you I feel a chemistry
I won't let no one come and take your place
'Cause the love you give it can't be replaced

See no one else can love me like you do
That's why I want to spend my life with you
Wanna please you in anyway I can
Wanna share my world don't you understand

Your love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on
You give me a really good feelin', all day long
Your love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on
You give me a really good feelin', all day long

Turn me inside out you make my heart speak
I don't need no one else you are all I need
Personality and everything you do
Makes me to love everything 'bout you

Your smile, your style is so fly, I can't deny
I got a crush on you and that is true indeed
And I'm diggin' you, you're makin' me believe

That your love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on
You give me a really good feelin', all day long
Your love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on
You give me a really good feelin', all day long

I'll give you anything you want from me
Anything you want, anything you need, anything your soul desires
I'll give you anything you want from me
Anything you want, anything you need, anything your soul desires
Anything 'cause

Your love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on
You give me a really good feelin', all day long
Your love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on
You give me a really good feelin', all day long

Your love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on
You give me a really good feelin', all day long
Your love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on
You give me a really good feelin', all day long

Love it babe, love it babe, love it babe
Love it babe, love it babe, love it babe
Love it babe, love it babe, love it babe
...

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X-Tra Hot - Lyrics - Benzino

Title: X-Tra Hot
Artist: Benzino
Composer(s): Delmar Arnaud, Raymond Scott, Lenton Hutton

Lyric:
MT, Benzino, Daz Dilly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, I'm back with a hit at this dumpster
Plus your speakers dump that real shit to blow out your twist
Pull out your heaters if you're cold, warm it up, get it up
My niggas and my bitches get your hands, get 'em up

I gets rough ride, get it raw like never before
Hard core explore, nigga to knock down your door
It seems you can't take no more, so stick 'em up
Now give it up to get your nigga's buck, what the fuck?

I struck a match, I tip my hat to the left
I get them niggas, with the laws of death, I got the rep
Motherfucker, my name is Daz, I'll whoop ass
Everyday, all day, I count big ass cash

It's just I keep on comin' with it, I know you're scared with it
It's Diggy Daz and Benzino back on a fuckin' mission
Oh no, nigga I'm back with another dose
And if you niggas don't know, I rock coast to coast

I hit you with that click-clack, in that pick-pack
Niggas wanna do that and they said that I did that
The D A to the Z and Mr. Dillinger willin' to fuck a priest
Now my niggas, you know who run the streets

Every time I come around to your club or the spot, we got it hot
All my niggas and bitches, why don't you yell it out?
(Daz)
And if you see me coast to coast
Don't act like you seen a ghost
Just scream it out

Benzino, temperature is risin'
I want you inside me, touchin' on my body
Boy, you got me burnin' and I can't hide this feeling
Extra hot and I'm waitin' for you

I'm steady livin' and shit, you see it's evident
I canary wearin' it, I'm not even not even hearin'
Ya meet her at the Meridian

Unforgettable experience, hit that
I'm killin' it, macked out, I'm swervin' it
Crapped out your nervousness stacks
I be deservin' them cats

I'm not concerned with them
Who do I never heard of ya act out?
I murder ya, blast out I'm burnin' ya
Niggas ain't that appalin'
And chicks I be importin' them

Fly that ass Zino, put you up in first class
She bring a coat for D A Z at the crib with L-T
Feelin' doggy-style, part three

Every time I come around to your club or the spot, we got it hot
All my niggas and bitches, why don't you yell it out?
(Daz)
And if you see me coast to coast
Don't act like you seen a ghost
Just scream it out

Benzino, temperature is risin'
I want you inside me, touchin' on my body
Boy, you got me burnin' and I can't hide this feeling
Extra hot and I'm waitin' for you

Click-clack, I'm bustin' 'em, hit stacks, I'm clutchin' 'em
This track, I'm crushin' 'em, back door, I'm rushin' it
Flip rhymes, complete with it, hit dimes, I'm sick with it

Grit nines, I'm spittin' it, ass hard, he feelin' it
Blast off, I'm pealin' it, drop-top, be wheelin'
And everybody be sayin' that "Benzino is the realest thing"

Now here we go again, let's get this dough again, fuck it
I fly to Logan and Zino rip up the show again
Chronic steady, smokin' it, the drama never provokin' it

Niggas already knowin' that Jacob, he keeps me glowin'
And East we keep it hustlin', South they keep it crunk
And West they keep it comin' and West they keep on gunnin' it

Every time I come around to your club or the spot, we got it hot
All my niggas and bitches, why don't you yell it out?
(Daz)
And if you see me coast to coast
Don't act like you seen a ghost
Just scream it out

Benzino, temperature is risin'
I want you inside me, touchin' on my body
Boy, you got me burnin' and I can't hide this feeling
Extra hot and I'm waitin' for you

Every time I come around to your club or the spot
We got it hot, all my niggas and bitches, why don't you yell it out?

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America'Z Most Complete Artist - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: America'Z Most Complete Artist
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): Donnie Sterling, George Jr Clinton, Ronald Dunbar, Mark Jordan, David Blake, Tracy Curry, Andre R Young

Lyric:
And just when you motherfuckers thought it was over
I'm back up in this motherfucker
(You better get ready)

For-for-for for America'z most complete artist
What's your name boy?
I am America'z most complete artist
(You better get ready)

For America'z most complete artist
Doin' much damage in the ninety two
For America'z mo-mo-mo-mo
Most complete artist-artist-ar-ar-artist

Now DJ Quik is the nigga that's comin' up real thick
I'm a stone funkaholic yet I don't need schick
Because there ain't another nigga more versatile
DJ Quik been bustin' funky rhythms all the while

And this song is for the homies who was down with me
When I was broke as a joke, flat with no money
And to them doubtin'-ass motherfuckers, 'cause they don't know yeah
Instead of showin' and provin' yo I'm provin' that I'm the show

Now who wants to fade this modern day prophet?
Take two steps forward, one shell and you droppin'
Because I don't go toe to toe, I go hoe to hoe
Yo' hoe is so-so, so yo

I think I better let her go 'cause she ain't worth my time
And before I get off into another rhyme
I'ma bring this verse to a climax, grab the axe
Open the door, clear the floor and make way

For America'z most complete artist, me
What's your name boy?
I am America'z most complete artist
Sucker ass niggaz can't fade me
(You better get ready)

For America'z most complete artist
Quik, what kind of name is that for a nigga?
For America'z mo-mo-mo-mo
Most complete artist-artist-ar-ar-artist

Now when I say I'm complete
That means I'm true to my game and my cap
And I refrain from bein' played like a sap
And a bitch, no bitch can handle what I'm kickin'
They say I'm trippin' but they stick around my room for a dickin'

'Cause the power of the Quiksta's too overwhelmin'
And when you let me rip I'm goin' in with a helmet
That's why your little brother wants to be like me
I'm surrounded by the trueness that suckers fail to see

Now second too none, is you down with the Quik? What you think?
Mr. Bankin' is you down with the Quik? Yeah, you know it
Playa hamm is you down with the Quik? Oh but of course playa
And everybody else can get the dick

Now on my last album, I said I rolled too motherfuckin' deep
That was for them suckaz that was tryin' to creep
But peep the real that when I got that murderin' feelin'
I can take a loss and make a killin' and still be

America's most complete artist
Fuck these punk ass niggaz
(You-you-you better get ready)
For America'z most complete artist
For America'z most complete artist

Doin' much damage C P T style
(You better get ready)
For America'z mo-mo-mo-mo
Most complete artist-artist-ar-ar-artist
(Yo fuck the bridge, I better take y'all into the canal, kick it)

Mo pussy, mo pussy, mo pussy

Damn, that's how a nigga like me is
True to it, ain't fakin' for the showbiz
All the true ass niggaz, yup ya know this
But the others jock jockin' me like they hoe is

'Cause DJ Quik can be as funky as the douche
Stutter steppin' with pep but still I manage to givin' the suckaz
The boot if they ask for it, because they know I flow it
Need I say more? No, well that's it

For America'z most complete artist
(You better get ready)
For America'z most complete artist
What's your name boy?
I am, America's most complete artist
(You better get ready)
For America'z mo-mo-mo-mo
Most complete artist-artist-ar-ar-artist

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Z - 22 Two'S - Lyrics - Reasonable Doubt - Jay

Title: Z - 22 Two'S
Album: Reasonable Doubt
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, David Anthony Willis

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Lyric:
Yo whassup everybody? This is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We here tonight to have a good time
(Yo, start the show, start the show)
Wait a minute, I see my man over there Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up here and kick a lil' freestyle
Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again

Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Well I'm gone, check this out

Too much West Coast dick-lickin' and too many niggaz on a mission
Doin' your best Jay-Z rendition
Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
That you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe
I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady

Too many ladies give these niggaz too many chances
Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances
No question, Jay-Z got too many answers
I been around this block, too many times
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too

To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together
'Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever
I don't follow any guidelines 'cause too many niggaz ride mine
So I change styles every two rhymes, what the fuck?
That's 22 two's for y'all motherfuckers out there, you know what I mean?
Shall I continue? Check it out, what?

Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Well I'm gone yo, yo, yo

Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on you
Whole groove like hold-up, swallow up
Too many faggot niggaz, clockin' my spendin'
Exercisin' you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons
If you could catch Jay right, on the late night
Without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, right
I dip, speak quicker than you ever seen

Adminster pain, next the minister's screamin' your name
At your wake as I peak in, look in your casket
Feelin' sarcastic, look at him, still sleepin'
You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty
Mines thinkin' longevity until I'm seventy
Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what?
Nigga you broke, what the fuck you gon' tell me?

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track
Now this is comin' on your new album
On Roc-A-Fella Records in ninety-six
No doubt no doubt, well, it is definitely the bomb
But you know I do wanna say somethin' to you, I know

You've been havin' a lot of problems with the law
But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100 percent
Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you
You can come back anytime, thanks a lot

{Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
Ace, turn that music down, I smell some reefer, now you see?
That's why, our people don't have anything
Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly
(Hey shut the fuck up)}

{Wait a minute wait a minute who told me shut the F up?
Who told me to shut the F up? Get him out of here
I'm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out
Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech
Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin'
We gotta build our own business, we gotta get our own
Record companies goin' like Roc-A-Fella Records, we got the}

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Z - The Streets - Lyrics - The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly) - Jay

Title: Z - The Streets
Album: The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Dear God how can I explain myself?
JOh God bless me indeed
When I'm so confused
JEnlarge my territory
JPlace your love and protection over me at all times
Help me
JKeep me away from evil
Somebody answer me!echoes
JAllow me not to cause pain

Police in the background, screamin put the thing down
That's how hard I was trying to put my thing down
Si-rens ringin out, old ladies screamin out
All this attention for me and I'm barely sixteen now
It's feelin like a dream now
Handcuffed, roughed up, I'm tossed in the bing now
I'm lyin next to fiends now, that's the end of the story
Let me bring y'all niggaz back to the very first scene now
December 4th, a child is born
Before I knew it, had my pops trousers on
That's how we do it when the man of the house is gone
You either, stand or fall, I chose to stand
The hawk outside, so I blow my hand
It's a cold cold world but I overstand
Tryin to stay focused but I feel hopeless damn
Can't cope with bein broke, I'm a man - c'mon

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Get the best of you

Late one night I was, rollin the streets
Just, thinkin about what's goin on with me and
Trapped in this thug life, tryin to break free but
This thug life just keeps callin me
I'm livin life way too dangerously
I'm drownin in my misery
Looked in the mirror, there's my enemy
Cause poppa never was a part of me
Take one step at a time, mama said
Sweet memories still remain in my head
All of my life been lied to, misled
Voices be like, "Don't you wish you was dead?"
No ground to place my feet
I feel the fire under me
A way out is all I need
Somebody, answer me

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Get the best of you

Now the only thing left is more spirit to roam free
Cause ain't no goin home for me
It's a cold cold world but I blew my hand
A true first cause I knew that man
I knew what he would do if I didn't draw first
And I couldn't stand the thought of my momma steppin foot inside a church
All I try to do is try to get up out the dirt
Guess he's tryin to do the same, told me get up out his turf
I wanted to talk to him, but that shit'd never work
We was cut from the same cloth and what was under his shirt was his
Momma's rent, his young brother's clothes
My nephew's food, and with that I suppose
And with that I froze
Now my life is frozen in time behind these iron folds
And this story is told, for young soldiers
Who never choose the life we chose

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Get the best of you

Tears in my eyes as I look up, I'm tryin to
Hold back my pride but reality is screamin
Gotta get a job cause mo-mma also screamin
Streets are just like drugs, and it's like I'm out here fiendin
Forget all the hits in the industry, cause
Ain't no exceptions in this game for me, look
Neither God or my enemies, I
Choose God cause he understands, this
Young man with a thuggish heart
Whole world in his hands but still torn apart
Like I'm so close, but it's still so far
Nightmares of me in a swervin car, ohhh
No ground to place my feet (my feet)
I feel the fire under me (heyyy)
A way out is all I need (all I need)
Somebody, answer me

Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Get the best of you

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Ugly - Lyrics - Dark Days Bright Nights - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Ugly
Album: Dark Days Bright Nights
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Timothy Z Mosley, Warren Anderson Mathis, Melissa A Elliott

Lyric:
Say what, say what?
Freaky, freaky, Bubba

Shit, I ain't choose to rhyme, rhymin' chose me
So I hit the track runnin', like a nosebleed
Life ain't great now but it's much improved
Yo' album droppin' this summer? That sucks for you

'Cause this is Bubba's moment, I put my mother on it
I said my momma, it seems as if I love her, don't it?
So buckle up 'cause it's gon' get bumpy
I call my girlfriends Betty's an' my shit's grumpies

That Bubba talk gotcha open wide
I giggle outside the booth but ain't no joke inside
This is complicated, at least to y'all it is
Just let me sell fifty million, then I'll call it quits

But until that day, y'all in deep doo doo
I never once saw you crank it 'cause I just leap through you
What you need to do is just admit you love me
The South has always been dirty but now it's gettin' ugly

It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here

It's gon' get ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly
In here, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here

Though I am country, don't get the wrong idea
My ego's gettin' bigger with every song I hear
'Cause y'all been bullshittin', spittin' that booty chatter
Out here for two days an' came with somethin' that truly matters

On goes the saga of Bubba's plight
She won't see tomorrow if I don't cut tonight
That's just my mood now, I hate it came to this
How else can I say it? I don't speak no other languages

I'm fairly ripped now, so this the Jimmy talkin'
You hear that beat don'tcha? That's just Timmy talkin'
Go 'head throw dem bows, fuck it, break a bottle
Let's be honest, none of us will ever date a model

So let's just cut it loose, ignore the repercussions
If you scared, then just forget what we discussin'
This that new South, take a picture of me
'Cause I'm a fuckin' legend an' this is gettin' ugly

It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here

It's gon' get ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly
In here, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here

Now this thang is jumpin', ain't it somethin'?
What makes it special, this whole moment came from nothin'
Now you see it triples, I bet she slurp tonight
Lames, hide your wallets, hatin' broads
Clutch your purses tight

If you ain't tryin' to live, you with the wrong crowd
An' if you feelin' brave then better sport that thong proud
An' if you finally breathin', then sing this song loud
I'm glad I got you wet, I know you had a long drought

Don't worry about the law, they can't arrest us all
I had to crank, couldn'ta done nothin' less for y'all
Forget your inhibitions, I wanna see you whylin'
An' if Bubba dies tonight, know he was smilin'

It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here

It's gon' get ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly
In here, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here

It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here

It's gon' get ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly
In here, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
In here, in here

Check the switch
Switch it one time
Now switch it back, baby
Switch it one time
Now switch it back, baby

Holla, ?Ain't no stoppin' me?
Copyrighten, so don't copy me
I want you to holla, ?Ain't no stoppin' me?
Copywritten, so don't copy me

C'mon, Bubba, let's go

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Spinnin' Around - Lyrics - Jump 5 - Jump5

Title: Spinnin' Around
Album: Jump 5
Artist: Jump5
Composer(s): Grant Cunningham, Stephanie Lewis, Mark Hammond

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Lyric:
You keep me spinnin' around
'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round

I was thinkin' 'bout yesterday, I was thinkin' 'bout our tomorrow
In a dizzy kinda sorta way, like vertigo
I've been trying not to figure out but it's driving me crazy
Well, you'd think I'd know by now

A is last, Z is first
Living life in reverse
'Cause that's the way it works

Spinnin' around I've got this funny feelin'
Turnin' my whole world upside down
I'll keep my heart, my eyes on you
'Cause you keep me spinnin' around, spinnin' around

What we're doing doesn't have a sequel, don't wanna lose your balance
Oh, you know you gotta keep your equilibrium
Goin' backwards to go forward, all these definite maybe's
It's like running around in circles

Make it last, take it slow
Just forget what you know
'Cause that's the way it goes

Spinnin' around I've got this funny feelin'
Turnin' my whole world upside down
I'll keep my heart, my eyes on you
'Cause you keep me spinnin' around, spinnin' around

Every now and then I feel your peacefulness surround me
Then once again it all goes up and down
And over under 'round and around

Go, go, go, jump, jump, go, go, go, J5
Spinnin? around, oh, yeah, yeah
Upside down, oh, yeah, yeah, J5 in the house, hey
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

Turnin? turnin? upside down, down
?Cause you?re spinnin?, spinnin?, spinnin me around, 'round
Go, jump, go, jump, go, jump, go, jump
Spinnin? around, that?s the way it works

Take it slow and not so fast, fast
Z is first and A is last, last
Up and down, all around, hey, hey
Turnin? my whole world upside down

Ooh, yeah, it's not the take, it's the give
Yes, that's the way, okay, the way it is

Spinnin' around I've got this funny feelin'
Turnin' my whole world upside down
I'll keep my heart, my eyes on you
'Cause you keep me spinnin' around

Spinnin' around I've got this funny feelin'
Turnin' my whole world upside down
I'll keep my heart, my eyes on you
'Cause you keep me spinnin' around

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Z - Roc Boys - Lyrics - American Gangster - Jay

Title: Z - Roc Boys
Album: American Gangster
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Thomas R Brenneck, Shawn C Carter, Sean Combs, Levar Coppin, Guy David, Michael Deller, David Guy, Deleno Matthews, Leon Michels, Gabriel Alexander Roth, Homer Steinweiss

Lyric:
And the winner is Hov
My man, speech

First of all I wanna thank my Connect
The most important person with all due respect
Thanks to the duffel bag, the brown paper bag
The Nike shoe box for holdin' all this cash
Boys in blue who put greed before the badge
The first pusher whoever made the stash

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life
Thanks to the lames, niggas with bad aim
Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game

Bullet wounds will stop your buffoonery
Thanks to the pastor rappin' at your eulogy
To Lil' Kim and them, you know the women friend
Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen
Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers
And most importantly you, the customer

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score
Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore
Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more
'Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw

Pick a time, let's pick apart some stores
Pick a weekend for freakin' for figure fours
I figure frauds never hit a lick before
So they don't know the feelin' when them things get across

Put ya hand out the window, feel the force
Feel the Porsche, hit the frost
Ice cold, jewels got no flaws
Drop got no top, you on the top floor

Pink Rosay, think OJ
I get away with murder when I sling yay
[Incomprehensible] got less steps then Britney
That means it ain't stepped on, dig me?

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

Red Porsche's, rare portraits
Rare guns if you dare come near the fortress
This apple sauce is from the apple orchid
This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses

Which means I get it from the ground
Which means you get it when I'm around
Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs
Mazel tav, it's a celebration bitches

La Heim
I wish for you a hundred years of success
But it's my time, cheers, toast to crime
Number one B-boy, chain nigga rhyme

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

Sweet, let that ride out, bring the horns back in, yeah
This is black super hero music right here baby, American Gangsta
Takin' flight, comin' to a town near you
Soon as I touch down I just want y'all to start playin' the horns like
Hovie's home, Lukey baby

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Z - Party Life - Lyrics - American Gangster - Jay

Title: Z - Party Life
Album: American Gangster
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Sean Combs, Levar Coppin, Willie George Hale, Deleno Matthews, David Stone

Lyric:
Oh, I like the party life
The city in bright lights
Little girls dressed in skintight

Ordered some Patreezy, while talkin' to this breezy
Brushin' off my three-piece, I make this look too easy
So tall and lanky, my suit, it should thank me
I make it look, good to be this hood Meyer Lansky

Mixed with Lucky Lefty, gangster effortlessly
Papa was a rolling stone it's in my ancestry
I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggaz never catch me
And I sport fly shit, I should win the ESPY

When you're blue and got nothin' to do
Head into the party life
If you're feelin' low, we got to see the glow
Head into the party life

I'm on the bra strap, she's on my dick
Ain't nothin' wrong with that, that's my bitch
I be the boss of that, I'm on her shit
So all you niggaz fall back, I'll split your wig

She's my little quarterback, you dig?
'Cause I'm all that in the sack, yeah, you dig?
I spoiled her, foiled it if you fakin' jax
She's used to million dollar vacations
Fuck y'all gon' do with that?

When you're blue and got nothin' to do
Head into the party life
If you're feelin' low, we got to see the glow
Get into the party life

Is you rollin', rollin', rollin'?
Head into the party life
Is you rollin', rollin', rollin'?
Headin'-headin' to the party life

Sippin' on my vino got me cooler than Pacino
And De Niro put together my real life is like 'Casino'
They should pay me for some B-roll, takin' G-strokes through the ghetto
When rap-pap-pap-pid fire's just a necessary evil

Hola hovito, cooler than zero
Below, fresh one blade, no chemo
Art with no easel, please it's no equal
Your boy's 'Off the Wall' these other niggaz is Tito

Oh, I like the party life
The city in bright lights
Little girls dressed in skintight

When you're blue and got nothin' to do
Head into the party life
If you're feelin' low, we got to see the glow
Head into the party life

Guru, turn the lights down let's keep it smooth
This that shit you roll up, like a lil' tight J to
Sip your lil' wine, whatever your vice is y'know
Whatever you like to do, get into your comfort zone baby
Get into your comfort zone

When you're blue and got nothin' to do
Head into the party life
If you're feelin low, we got to see the glow
Head into the party life

Step into my bedroom, I call it the red room
'Cause it gets hot hot hot hot
I trust you gon' like it, see, why are we talkin' all this fly shit?
'Cause I'm the flyest

Hovito, baby, no equal, baby
So let the beat go, let the beat go, now me go baby
Hovito, baby, no equal, baby
So let the beat go, let the beat go, now can we go crazy

When you're blue and got nothin' to do
Head into the party life
If you're feelin' low, we got to see the glow
Head into the party life

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Z - Dirt Off Your Shoulder - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - Dirt Off Your Shoulder
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Tim Mosley

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Lyric:
You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin' greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga
I got you, yeah

If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
"Get that dirt off your shoulder"

I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things that go with the Porsche
Feelin' no remorse, feelin' like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the Lord, nigga grip I'm a boss
Stab the ladies, they love me, from the bleachers they screamin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they like the way I be leanin'
All the rappers be hatin', off the track that I'm makin'
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots
Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back nigga 'cuz I'm straight with the Roc

If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
"Get that dirt off your shoulder"

You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

Your homie Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryin' to get me a Rover
Tryin' to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yes sir
Keep the heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya
But like fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin'
Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em
Now fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin'
With a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real

If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
"Get that dirt off your shoulder"

You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map
Me and my beautiful bitch in the back of that 'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggaz scared of that black
I drop that Black Album, then I back, out it
As the best rapper alive nigga axe about me
From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys
The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin' out the garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hay
I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony
Got some dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?

If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

Now tuned into the muh'fuckin' greatest
Best rapper alive, best rapper alive

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Get Down - Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Title: Get Down
Album: The Big Bang
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Trevor Smith, Nisan C. Stewart

Lyric:
Aiyyo, ah to my people on the left, get down
Uh-huh, to my people on the right, get down
Uh-huh, ah to my people in the middle, get down
Check it

You see a fresh off the grill nigga keepin' it hot
Now watch it spread all through the hood I'm back controllin' the block
With one of rap's greatest ever Timbaland production
Y'all niggaz know just what to do, go 'head, follow instructions

When the God's in the building, get down
Uh-huh, I know you niggaz know the feelin', get down
Alright and if you ready and you willin' say yo
Okay, throw your hands to the ceiling, get down

Alright, go 'head and stack another million, get down
Jumpin' around like you ain't really carin', get down
Ladies rippin' off everything they wearin' hey yo
I'm on top of the throne nigga, you know I ain't sharin', get down

Now you know; I wanna hear you say it
Do do, doh, do, do, doh
I wanna hear my muh'fuckers say it
Do do, doh, do, do, doh

A lil' louder muh'fuckers say it
Do do, doh, do, do, doh
C'mon, a lil' louder nigga, say it
Do do, doh, do, do, doh

Until the block start blowin' blowin' up, get down
Uh-huh and e'rybody throwin' up, get down
'Til they got the fire marshal showin' up, get down
Or until the club start closin' up, get down

Okay, see how a nigga walk through 'em
When the beat put a spark to him
Let me just talk to 'em ladies quit'cha man
Go 'head put them plans off ladies, well, okay

Go 'head and piss your man off , ladies
Take your pants off and shake it for 'em
(Shake it like a dog for 'em)
And put your ass on 'em
(Shake it like a dog for 'em)

Go 'head and spaz on 'em
(Shake it like a dog for 'em)
Now put the mash on 'em
(Shake it like a dog for 'em)

Okay, now from the root to the tree to the top of the building
See they ain't fuckin' with me killa, hit 'em
Boom bap as far as you can see, got 'em bouncin' and hoppin'
Nigga you can't stop me scrilla hit 'em

Well okay and if you with me say it
Do do, doh, do, do, doh
I wanna hear my muh'fuckers say it
Do do, doh, do, do, doh

A lil' louder muh'fuckers say it
Do do, doh, do, do, doh
C'mon; a lil' louder nigga, say it
Do do, doh, do, do, doh

Yeah, well, okay and while you niggaz party shit
I spit a jewel for the thug
Before a nigga try to front make sure your tool in the club
That ain't the basis of this shit, though it's true when it's love
They'll have you niggaz whylin' like a fuckin' fool on the drug

Now if you with me muh'fucker, get down
Uh-huh we gettin' gizzle muh'fucker, get down
Word to God; we make it sizzle muh'fucker, get down
Uh-huh, I'm on my grizzle holla back

Well ,okay, see how the God bounce back
While you niggaz just sound sloppy
Givin' you niggaz shit they'll be knowin' you can't copy
The way the God be spillin' all over the track

Get off my dick, tell your bitch holla back
C'mon, violate with me up in the spot is a no-no
A lot of niggaz shit trash, soundin' all so-so
Shinin' so much D's takin' my photo

Lower the brim of my fitted while I try to be low-pro
We gettin mo' cheddar while you stuntin' with no dough
Gotta skip the line shit movin' in slow-mo
Shorty whylin' out, try to hit with a low blow

With her crotch on my thigh, rubbin' all on her cho-cho
Shake yo shit till you fall on the flo'
Sho' we be fuckin' class bitches, I ain't fuckin' with no hoe
Bust two shots, let me hear it
'Til the security get para' when they callin' the po'-po'

If you with me say it
Do do, doh, do, do, doh
I wanna hear my muh'fuckers say it
Do do, doh, do, do, doh

A lil' louder muh'fuckers say it
Do do, doh, do, do, doh
C'mon; a lil' louder nigga, say it
Do do, doh, do, do, doh

Get down, get down, get down, get down
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Shake it like a dog for 'em
Shake it like a dog for 'em
Shake it like a dog for 'em
Shake it like a dog for 'em
Hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em

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1st Of Tha Month - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 1 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: 1st Of Tha Month
Album: The Collection: Vol. 1
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Michael J. Powell

Lyric:
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Hey, my nigga, we havin' a wonderful day and I won't fuck wit me, why?
'Cuz it's the 1st of tha month and now we smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts
And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin', come, come we got the blessed rum
From jumpin' all nights we high, hit up the block to where? East 99
I get wit my nigga to get me some yayo, double up nigga what you need?
We got weed to get P.O.D.'d

Fiend for the green leaves, give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low
'Cause the po, po creep when they roll slow
If you can't get away better toss that yayo, keep your bankroll
Yeah, we havin' a celebration, I love to stay high
And you better believe when it's time to grind
I'm down for mine, crime after crime fin to creep to the pad
'Cuz mom's got grub on the grill, if we got the food
You know, it's the 1st of tha month and my nigga we chills foe real

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wake up and I see that my sister is already dressed
She said, "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps
Watch and make sure no one snatches my check", nigga
That's the mailman sort through the mail and put it up in a me pocket
So I be hittin' the 99 to get me a dub foe forty bucks
But ain't nobody ride that rita hop on the 10 to the click
Ready to get 'em up with a me thugs, and to cash that dum
I gotta get paid there, there holla, holla

Saint Claire got much to offer, whether it be weed on 93
Or off on the glock glock for some dollars
So get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh
Most all of my niggas got the same and we gonna roll it all up to smoke
Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut, so fuck them po, po
Toss all that yayo, and we're gonna say no runnin' through the alley
And into the melee up on the second the sundown, those run from
January, November, December, remember the 1st of tha month

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

It's tha 1st of tha month, gotta grind gotta get mine
In the hood that I claim I slang on that double 9-9
Gotta find them dubs, gonna get a forty, can a thug get love?
What's up? Try to stand on my corner nigga
You'z a gonna Saint Claire niggas don't like that
And sellin' them dummies makin' that money come back nigga get pap pap
From the 1st to the 15th niggas smoke plenty weed
But I gotta save gotta come up, put my rocks on the cut

When I get high, nigga blaze that blunt, huh
Time to roll to the pad
Count up my profits and add it to the stash
Gotta watch my back see for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool
But never no shorts no losses
Dumpin' keepin' this niggas up off me see
Gotta search the whole block, spend a couple of bills
Thugs smoke a lot of weed on the 1st

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wakin' up feelin' buzzed off up early mornin' stretchin'
I'm yawnin' lightweight bent chugga lugga take a fifth to the dome
Instead I kick it with my trues
But it's the 1st, so I'm getting my hustle on

Hop on the phone, calling up Krayzie Bone
Wanna know did you O.G check come?
(She put me down)
I'mma hop on the bus with Biz
(Yo Brother let's get drunk)
And I'm coming with blunt after blunt of this skunk

Nigga T just put me down
Oh God, how I love when the 1st come around?
Now, I'm feelin' black and mild, headed cross town
'Cuz niggas the 1st to get celebrated
Rushin' to the block cuz I wanna get faded
Lookin' all wild cuz I'm getting me hair braided
We heavy off into this game
True to the 1st just call me that pro slang

Them nickels and dimes and 20's and 50's
The 1st be the day for the dopeman
Slangin' that cocaine fool and I'm working late tonight
And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs
'Cuz I got them rocks for them pipes, come, come with them ease
I gotta get paid on the 1st, gotta blaze up my spliff
Get live with the Bone Thugs, Poetic Hustlas
In the graveyard shift on the 1st

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
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Z - As One - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - As One
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Amer Alwan, Shawn C Carter, Malik Deshawn Cox, Eddie Del Barrio, Dwight Grant, Kenneth William Johnson, Hanif Muhammad, Leslie Pridgen, Christopher Ries, Justin Gregory Smith, Maurice White, Verdine Adams White, Pedro Luis Zayas

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Lyric:
We're the ones with the flame
(Yeah)
We're the fire that remains
(Turn Rell up a little bit)
We're controllin' the game from now on
(Huh)

Yeah! It's the world renowned
Internationally connected
Locally accepted
Roc'-a-fella records
Don't get it confused
(Roc', baby)
Doin' what we do
(It's the Roc', baby)
B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O, Bleek
(You understand)
Introducin'

It's Young C
(Young C!)
Home of Philly, young and hungry
All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me
And every hood in the world discussin' me
I hated once when I didn't give it up to Neef
It's Neef Buck
(Neef Buck!)
Out the cut
(Out the cut!)
All the haters wanna claim that they fuck with us
It ain't a game, niggas know that they Toys R Us
They can't fuck with us
Aaw

I'm the one
Man I'm money, hoes, clothes and shows
To do with your ho all wrapped in one
I'm not done
Man, I'm the shit after it's all said and done
The one to cop one, come back for another one
Quick fast, like rapid refund
I'm the grr mean green out the money machine
I'm not done
I'm Omilio and interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood

Give me hon'
And you like it
All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it
We love it
That black mask, black glove shit
Roll up on him don't budge, bitch
With my mack and my tech
And my vest, just like that
For them niggas thinkin' Mack Milli not really from the streets
I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast

Those seen here we'll lead you forever
And we will not leave you, never
And our voices will ring
(Ring)
Together
As one
Aaw

It's young Free
Move, workin' the wheel
Hand jerkin' the V
Busters don't let you crossed the line
Thinkin' I'm off my job
But I'm on like Chris when he popped his 'cuz
Thinkin' them slugs'll fly
Call me P.C
Tempers feelin', I peel
Look how I'm killin' the wheel
The fitted tilt to the left
The shirt blend with the sweats
Your girls skirts invest
She undressin', don't stare
Check the picture nigga

I'm the one
Young H-O, a game of one
What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you bring
Listen hon, twist one, this Armi, sip some
It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151
When I'm done
Make a run with the Roc
Rock Air Force 1's
Rock a bun, hide shit in her hair when I come
Through customs, cops can't bust him
It's Hov the Hustler, I'm having one hell of a run

And you like it
All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it
No, we love it
I got a mommy with a body, don't touch it
You can't fuck wit
Young Easy, I on the Just Blaze production
You get nothin'
We get enough spins
Can't stop us from coppin' bottles while we clubbin'
It's the R O C forever, tell the public, huh!

Those seen here we'll lead you forever
And we will not leave you, never
And our voices will ring
(Ring)
Together
As one
Aaw

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