Z - Love For Free - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Love For Free
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Gerrell Gaddis, Billy Nichols, Shawn Carter, Osborne Bingham, Dt Expres

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Lyric:
Uh huh, uh, ji ji Roc-a-Fella y'all
Jigga, Rell, nine-eight edition
This is Roc-a-Fella for life, this is Roc-a-Fella for life
This is Roc-a-Fella for life, this is Roc-a-Fella for life

I play my parts with the honies hard
It's gotten even worse now that the money's washed
Like a letter y'all, the nine-eight find me straight
Good health, can't complain about my financial state

What else? I guess tomorrow knows
I run through chicks like borrowed clothes
I'm the type of nigga your father oppose, never test Jay
You follow the code, ese, on my best day
I'm like God with a blow, bless me

Baby, why are you chasing that man?
Knowing that he can't, love you like I can
I guess you'd rather chase, instead of feeling
What's real inside, I got to thinking

And I hope you realize
(All this love for free)
(Better come and get it soon)
Hurry hurry

(Please, don't take too long)
I want your love, babe
(Before it's all gone, I just wanna put you on)
The apple of my eye, sweet cherry surprise

Let me up inside, of your body tonight
There's so much that we can do
And I'll do you, know how much I wanna
Taste your lovin', so good

(All this love for free)
(Better come and get it soon)
Hurry, baby
(Please, don't take too long)

'Cause I want your love
(Before it's all gone, I just wanna put you on)
(Hurry, hurry hurry, hurry baby cause I can't wait)
(Hurry, hurry hurry, cause later on might be too late)

Gotta hurry
(Hurry, hurry, hurry, tell me whatcha gonna do)
(Hurry, hurry, hurry, there's too many dimes for me to choose)
Baby, you got me
(Got me goin')

Goin' round in circles
(Tell me why)
And I can't explain why
(I need your love)
Can't get enough of your love

Yeah, yeah, yeah
In the SL with Rell, music at a high decimal
Mami frontin', touchin'' buttons like she special
'Cause she sex well, in the best tell, rapper filla cartel

Excel-ing like Hyundai, Sunday to Sunday
It's for the nachoes, come out the clothes
And, baby, girl if it's Hammer time, then hide your toes
The game cold like, five below, but once inside the show

We to' it down, about that money, we throw it around
So when the ice hit the sun rays, run for shade
Game's over, we didn't come to play
The fuck y'all thinking

'Round and 'round in circles
(Tell me why)
I can't explain why
(I need your love)
Can't get enough of your love

Baby, I've got all this love
(All this love for free)
(Better come and get it soon)
Baby, baby, baby

(Please don't take too long)
I want your love, babe
(Before it's all gone, I just wanna put you on)
Can you feel me growing, baby

(All this love for free)
(Better come and get it soon)
Let me keep it going

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Z - Jigga That Nigga - Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay

Title: Z - Jigga That Nigga
Album: The Blueprint
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel J Barnes, Larry Gates

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Lyric:
It's the Roc
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O.
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
Hov', R.O.C. niggaz, R.O., whoo
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
It's Hov', R.O.C. niggaz
(Jay-Z)

Come on the track duh duh da-da
With a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit
Lampin' in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The stance meant for Adidas and the campus
Or playin' guts on the cruise, her made bow shoes
The Azar bucket on I'm so old school

Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is this hot?
J-A, ladies help me say it now
Y-Z, mami why you playin' with me?
Ride with me, get high as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'
Back up in this bitch like whoa
Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin' like six-fo's

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)

Hov', and so I breeze through jeans and see me through
She's respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in Luan gettin' our groove on
Buyin' out the bar, on our way to Spa'
She never seen a hundred on the wrist before
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6 before
I am, killin' 'em out there, they needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than first grade

The crib got, killer views and square feet
You have to film MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you need to, mami I will leave you
Right where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)
I just wanna see what's in your Frankie V pants
Waist is low enough to let your waist show
Top like a rock star, I got a fast car
We can cruise the city, doin' a buck-sixty

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)

"He did it again", haters no like
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley dude
All day, like Rastafari's do
Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me dude
But Red Rover, send your hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' with soda
She can leave whatever, sip somethin' with Hova
We can play however, slay bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is explosive
Left her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused

(Hov')
V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)

R.., R.O.C niggaz
R.O.C. niggaz
(Roc-A-Fella y'all)

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My Baby'Z Mama - Lyrics - Str8 Off the Streets of Muthap - Eazy E

Title: My Baby'Z Mama
Album: Str8 Off the Streets of Muthap
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): Mack Rice, Jo Bridges, Erwin C Lloyd, Tom Nixon, Rufus Jr Thomas

Lyric:
I'm sittin' here writin' a song about
Baby'z mothers who try to sue the daddies for child support
Even though daddy is takin' care of the baby
But the mother's just, you know, scandalous, not just like this hey

Fuck my baby'z mama the bitch got drama
Fuck my baby'z mama 'coz she's the type o' bitch
That wanna see me broke, broker than a joke, bitch stole my role
And every time I see the bitch she needs cash

She make me wanna slap her ass triflin' bitch always got me in a fit
The low life Compton shoppin' swap me trick
I wanna kill the ho then slam her in the trunk of my six fo'
'Coz yo, that ho made my dick grow and now her lawyer's at every show

Waitin' for me to kick in my dough
But before I go I'm on death row
'Coz the bitch had too much drama.
Fuck my baby'z mama

Fuck my baby'z mama
Fuck my baby'z mama
Fuck my baby'z mama
Fuck my baby'z mama

Fuck my baby'z mama
Fuck my baby'z mama
Fuck my baby'z mama
(Trick bitch)
Fuck my baby'z mama

Fuck my baby'z mama the bitch got drama
And I'm not the one, I should just knock her punk ass out
While I'm in court payin' child support
But then I gotta deal with the father and the steel

And he's the type o' nigga that a nigga's gotta kill
Make me kick up a grip, I don't like her
'Coz the bitch is buyin skirts instead of diapers
Beggin' so much to hold hands it's startin to look like cuffs

I wish I never fucked but now it's too late
How much you made? 'Coz accordin' to your income
You might have to spend some time behind bars
Now ya find it hard

Never thought a bitch would pull a stunt like this
I can't do another day with Pamela
So I'm a pay ya, Anna but I just like to say

Fuck my baby'z mama
Fuck my baby'z mama
Fuck my baby'z mama
Fuck my baby'z mama

Fuck my baby'z mama
Fuck my baby'z mama
Fuck my baby'z mama
(Trick bitch)
Fuck my baby'z mama

I think of all the money that I spent on a lawyer
I used to be an employer
But now I'm just an employee filin' bankruptcy
But now the punk bitch can't touch me

Huh, I only call her to check up on my daughter
So now she's got a restraining order
Put me to the curb and had the nerve to ask a bower or dime
Bitch, you must be outcha rabid ass mind

Huh, love for start will take much, you see, the bitch broke me
So now I need a crutch
But you gotta understand a judge don't give a fuck
About a young nigga that's down on his luck

So I gotta put the P down and be down for the calls
And give the bitch back her drawers
So if ya drivin' by and ya see her
Do me favor, give the bitch the finger, fuck her

Fuck my baby'z mama
Fuck my baby'z mama
Fuck my baby'z mama
Fuck my baby'z mama

Fuck my baby'z mama
Fuck my baby'z mama
Fuck my baby'z mama
(Trick bitch)
Fuck my baby'z mama

You bitch

Ha ha, that's fucked up, go to hell
We dedicate this number to you, ha ha
This one's for you, this evening's news report
See ya 'round, buddy boy

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Z - Jigga That N**** - Lyrics - Unplugged - Jay

Title: Z - Jigga That N****
Album: Unplugged
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel J Barnes, Larry Gates

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Lyric:
[Foreign content]
(Roc-A-Fella y'all)
It's the Roc
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
R O, R O C, niggaz, R O
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
R O C, niggaz, R O, whoo
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
R O C, niggaz
(Jay-Z)

Come on the track duh, duh, da, da
With a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag of Hershey in the sidd-ix
Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick

I'm so sick widdit, lampin' in the Hamptons, the weekends man
The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers
Or playin' guts on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes
The Izod bucket on I'm so old school

Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops
Six top model chicks, who is this hot?
J A, ladies help me say it now
Y Z, mammy, why you playin' with me?

Ride with me, get high as me
It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin' with G's
Back up in this bitch like whoa
Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin' like six-fo's

V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)

Hov' and so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu
She's respondin', top of C. Bronson
We in Luan gettin' our groove on
Buyin' out the bar, on our way to Spa'

She never seen a hundred on the wrist before
Never seen twenty-two's on the 6 before
I am, killin' 'em out there, they needin' first aid
'Cause the boy got more 6's than first grade

The crib got, killer views and square feet
You have to film MTV Cribs for a week
So, sleep if you need to, mammy, I will leave you
Right where you stand, nah, I don't wanna dance
(I'm good)

I just wanna see what's in your Frankie B pants
Waist is low enough to let your waist show
Top like a rock star, I got a fast car
We can cruise the city, doin' a buck-sixty

V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)

"He did it again", Haters no like
But they gotta fuck with it 'cause the flow's so tight
Gnarly dude, I puff Bob Marley dude
All day, like Rastafari's do

Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly move
You fuckin' up my high, don't bother me dude
But Red Rover, send your hoes over
She can do whatever, sip somethin' with soda

She can leave whatever, sip somethin' with Hova
We can play however, slay bed or sofa
And the prognosis, sex is explosive
Left her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused

V is I, and I am him
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga)

R O, R O C, niggaz
R O C, niggaz
(Roc-A-Fella, y'all)

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All About Love - Lyrics - Steven Curtis Chapman

Title: All About Love
Artist: Steven Curtis Chapman
Composer(s): Steven Curtis Chapman

Lyric:
We've got CD's, tapes
And videos, radios and TV shows
Conferences, retreats
And seminars

We've got books and magazines
To read on everything from A to Z
And a web to surf
From anywhere we are

But I hope with all this information
Buzzing through our brains
That we will not let our hearts forget
The most important thing

Is love, love, love, love, love
It's all about love, love, love, love, love
Everything else comes down to this
Nothing any higher on the list than love
It's all about love

Now they're fighting in the Middle East
And they're fighting down on 7th street
And there are fights
In my own house on given days

It's like something's lurking deep inside
That can't seem to be satisfied
But life was not meant
To be lived this way

'Cause it's true for every man
And woman, every boy and girl
That our only hope for living
Here together in this world

Is love, love, love, love, love
It's all about love, love, love, love, love
Everything else comes down to this
Nothing any higher on the list than love

This is the reason we were made
To know the love of our creator
And to give the love He's given us away
Yeah, the Maker and the Father
And the God of everything

He says to love love love
He says love love love
Love love love
'Cause after all it's all about love

God says, love, love, love, love, love
It's all about love, love, love, love, love
Everything else comes down to this
Nothing any higher on the list than love
'Cause after all it's all about love

It's all about love, love, love, love, love
It's all about love, love, love, love, love
It's all about love, love, love, love, love
...

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Z - So Ghetto - Lyrics - Vol. 3: The Life & Times Of St. Carter - Jay

Title: Z - So Ghetto
Album: Vol. 3: The Life & Times Of St. Carter
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Buddy Miles, Stephen Cropper, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
Back at'cha
How we do
Primo, Jigga-man
History in the making
Let's go

Uhh, uh huh uh uhh
Uh huh uh uhh, uhh
I spit the murder, murder, murderous
Mur, mur, ma, murderous shit
Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh uhh

I keep the gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gah, gah, ga, gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh
I spit that Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brook
Uh, uhh, uh huh, uh uhh, uh uhh
Uh huh, uhh

Yo, career crook, nobody rap Brooklyn like me
Jigga-Man, Volume 3, I'm back lookin' like me
Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses
B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven

Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin'
It's hot, flows provin' I pack 'cause my dough's movin'
My whole crew up in this muh'fucker

We spray corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine
You'll be wearing a black suit a long time
I put your crew in hard bottoms
The priest is like, "God's got him
He never did nothin' to nobody but them boys shot him"

Brandish iron, outlandish buyin'
Bentley Coupes, not braggin' just simply the truth
We all from the ghetto, only difference, we go back
Back up in D and D on this Primo track, listen

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
You can love me or hate me, Jay-Z
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down

Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday night
I'm fuckin' with the model chicks Friday night at light
So I'm cruisin' in a car with this boozy broad
She said, "Jigga-Man you rich, take the doo-rag off"

Hit a U turn, Ma I'm droppin' you back off
Front of the club, "Jigga why you do that for?"
Thug nigga till the end, tell a friend bitch
Won't change for no paper plus I been rich

Eighty-eight been hustlin', linen been crushin' 'em
Women been fuckin' them, huh?
You see I live for the love of the street
Rap to the ruggedest beats

Hall closet cluttered with heat
I spit that murder, murder, murder
That Brook, Brook a Brooklyn shit

Furthermore ma
We tote guns to the Grammy's
Pop bottles on the White House lawn
Guess I'm just the same old Shawn

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
You can love me or hate me, Jay-Z
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down

I'm from the M to the A baby R C Y
So it's hard for me to let the larceny die
Niggaz see me in the streets with no bodyguards
Just two big guns that'll body your squad

Could niggaz be schemin' on me? Probably are
Think Jigga's a joke nigga? Hardy har
I spit Brook, Brook, Brooklyn every time I bust
Radio's gotta play me though I cuss too much

Magazine said I'm shallow, I never learned to swim
Still they put me on they cover 'cause I earn for them
Soon as I sell too much, watch them turn on him
'Cause that seem to be the shit that'll earn for them

I spit that murder-murder-murderous every time a verbalist
Iller than Verbal Kint is or O-Dog in "Menace"
I'm ill, start to finish, I rip apart contenders
I'm hot

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
You can love me or hate me, Jay-Z
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me, uhh
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls
Uhh, uhh, uh huh, uh uhh, yeah
Uhh, yeah, funk, yeah, with me, yeah, bitch, yeah
Jigga, yeah, Primo, yeah, gangsta, yeah, niggaz, yeah
Brooklyn, yeah

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Thank You - Lyrics - Full Circle - Xzibit

Title: Thank You
Album: Full Circle
Artist: Xzibit
Composer(s): Warryn Campbell, Alvin N Joiner

Lyric:
Yo, listen

I just wanna thank you for bein' around
And patiently waitin' and holdin' me down
It's easy to see for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

I just wanna thank you for bein' a fan
And watchin' me grow from a boy to a man
It's easy to see for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

You 'bout to hear some words that you ain't probably heard
With all of these rappers pullin' triggers and flippin' birds
I know it sound absurd 'cause they don't tell the truth
They prostitutes, fuckin' contaminate the youth

But yet I'm guilty of the things I said above
No matter, my faults still continue to show me love
Naw, I ain't perfect, man but yet I stay the same
I play chess not checkers but this is not a game

And this is not a song and this is not a verse
It's not conceived or simulated or been rehearsed
Spent the first half of my life thinkin' that I was cursed
Could have been hit with a hollow, follow behind my hearse

That wasn't meant for me, I spent a decade
Makin' it what it's 'sposed to be, hopefully brought you close to me
All these people approachin' me, don't even know the half
I could be facin' life but X is signin' autographs, damn

I just wanna thank you for bein' around
And patiently waitin' and holdin' me down
It's easy to see for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

I just wanna thank you for bein' a fan
And watchin' me grow from a boy to a man
It's easy to see for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

My son's 11 now, I got to see him grow
Makin' his free throws, the way he laughin' at the show
Yo, he remind me of me, when I was ridin' bikes
He gon' be taller than me, he got my mother's height

But yo, you know the difference between me and them others
They say you buck 'em when I call you my sisters and brothers
I coulda missed it all, I coulda dropped the ball
Mind of Metallica, motherfuck 'em and 'Kill 'Em All'

I used to hustle raw, I used to run the streets
I used to hustle heats, I grinded all my beef
Most of my homies is gone, restin' in peace
Some'll never see release from custody of police but me

But nah, my little dude get to go to private school
And I can do the things my father couldn't afford to do
That's what it's 'sposed to do, this is from me to you
Support from you and yours, thank you for gettin' me through, true

I just wanna thank you for bein' around
And patiently waitin' and holdin' me down
It's easy to see for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

I just wanna thank you for bein' a fan
And watchin' me grow from a boy to a man
It's easy to see for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

We buried Proof today, it really broke me up
To see my brother in that casket, man, what the fuck?
Media made me angry, I had to soak it up
The future is fragile, never promised to none of us

Hittin' so close to home but what I focused on
Is how he lived, the lives he touched, the cornerstone
We never walk alone, although sometime it seems
That nightmares go hand in hand with livin' out dreams

So let me take this time, from my struggle, my grind
To let you know that I appreciate you by my side
It's been a long ride, a lotta long nights
A lotta long flights, worth every sacrifice

A soldier of fortune, fearless, fightin' the good fight
I never had a plan B, I never lost sight
That's why I hit the stage, that's why I kill the mic
It's for my fans that's ridin' with Xzibit for life, right

I just wanna thank you for bein' around
And patiently waitin' and holdin' me down
It's easy to see for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

I just wanna thank you for bein' a fan
And watchin' me grow from a boy to a man
It's easy to see for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

Thank you for lettin' me breathe
For lettin' me be who I am, yeah
Two little words, y'all never get to hear enough
Knahmsayin'? Yeah that, yes, the return, breathe

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Used To Love U - Lyrics - Get Lifted - John Legend

Title: Used To Love U
Album: Get Lifted
Artist: John Legend
Composer(s): John Legend, Kanye Omari West

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Lyric:
La la la la
Ala la la

Maybe, it's me, maybe I bore you
No no, it's my fault 'coz I can't afford you
Maybe baby, Puffy, Jay Z
Would all be better for you 'coz all I could do is love you

Baby, when I used to love U
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
I went through the fire for you
Do anything you asked me to

But I'm tired of livin' this lie
It's getting harder to justify
I realized that I just don't love you
Not like I used to

La la la la
Yeah
Ala la la
Yeah, yeah

Maybe, I should rob somebody
So we could live like Whitney and Bobby
It's probably my fault, my bad, my loss
But you are above cost, all I could do was love you

Baby, when I used to love U
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
I went through the fire for you
Do anything you asked me to

But I'm tired of livin' this lie
It's getting harder to justify
I realized that I just don't love you
Not like I used to

La la la la
Yeah
Ala la la
Yeah, yeah

Do you remember when I used to love U?
Baby, no not any more, I don't love you
Ooh, I used to love you
And you're gonna miss me now

Baby, when I used to love U
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
I went through the fire for you
And I'm not gonna play the fool

No, I can't live this life and I can't justify
And I can't make up my life
'Coz I don't love you
Not like I used to do

La la la la
Not like I used to
Ala la la
Not like I used to

Oh, I used to love U
Oh, but I don't love you
Oh, I used to love U
Oh, but I don't love you
Oh, I used to love U
Oh, but I don't love you
Oh, but I don't love you
I bet you miss me now
Oh, but I don't love you

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Wordplay - Lyrics - Mr. A-Z - Jason Mraz

Title: Wordplay
Album: Mr. A-Z
Artist: Jason Mraz
Composer(s): Jason Mraz, Kevin Kadish

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Lyric:
I've been all around the world, I've been a new sensation
But it doesn't really matter, in this g-generation
The sophmore slump is an uphill battle
And someone said that ain't my scene

'Cause they need a new song, like a new religion
Music for the television, I can't do the long division
Someone do the math
For the record label puts me on the shelf up in the freezer
Gotta find another way to live the life of leisure

So I drop my top, mix and a mingle
Is everybody ready for the single and it goes

Ha la la la la, l-listen closer to the verse I lay
Ha la la la la, it's all about the wordplay
Ha la la la love, the wonderful thing it does
Because, because
I am the wizard of ooh's and ah's and fa-la-la's
Yeah the Mr. A to Z, they say I'm all about the wordplay

When it's time to get ill I got your remedy
For those who don't remember me
Well let me introduce you to my style
I try to keep a jumble in the lyrics, never mumble
When the music's makin' people tongue-tied

You want a new song, like a new religion
Music for the television, I can't do the long division
Someone do the math
For the people write me off like I'm a one-hit wonder
Gotta find another way to keep from goin' under

Pull out the stops, got your attention
I guess it's time again for me to mention, the wordplay

Ha la la la la, l-listen closer to the words I lay
Ha la la la la, it's all about the wordplay
Ha la la la love, the wonderful thing it does
Because, because
I am the wizard of ooh's and ah's and fa-la-la's
Yeah the Mr. A to Z, they say I'm all about the wordplay

I built a bridge across the stream of consciousness
That always seems to be a flowin'
But I don't know which way my brain is goin'
Oh the rhymin' and the timin'
Keeps the melodies inside of me
And they're climbin' till I'm running out of air

Are you prepared to take a dive into the deep end of my head
Are you listening to a single word I've said?

Ah la la la la la la, listen closer to the words I say
Ah la la la la, I'm stickin' to the wordplay
Ah la la la love, the wonderful thing it does
Because, because
I am the wizard of ooh's and ah's and fa-la-la's
Yeah the Mr. A to Z, they say I'm all about the wordplay

Ha la la la la, I'm all about the wordplay
Ha la la la la, I'm stickin' with the wordplay
Ha la la la love, I love the wonderful thing it does
Because, because
The ooh's and ah's and fa-la-la's are back in love
For the Mr. A to Z they say, is all about the wordplay

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Z - 8 Miles And Running - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - 8 Miles And Running
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Luis Resto, Leslie Pridgen, Shawn Carter, Marshall B Iii Mathers

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Lyric:
Yeah, Renegades is back
Em the B the sick
It's Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, let's go

8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs
But I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now or nothin'
People said I would amount to nothin' that I had talent for nothin'

Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by your gunmen
I could just hear the folks now, "He got what he had coming"
Now that my eighth album's comin' everybody's smilin'
Wantin' something, claimin' that they done something for him

Got their Jay-Z pom poms and their whole uniform
Claimin' they been runnin' and tellin' everybody like Martin Lawrence
'Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was
Claimin' that they threw it up before I threw it up

You what? Where was you before I blew this up?
I didn't see you in the courtroom when everybody was suin' us
I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin' up
Back on the block, gettin' it in, there wasn't no you with us

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
6 miles and runnin', got my fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
6 miles and runnin', got my fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs

6 miles and running in the Pontiac, six thousand eighty six, trans
Might shift while the engine run
Anyone tell ya rider give me one more chance
Hear them smokers screamin' one more gram so I'ma bring 'em one

Homie, son, and my pop, stick close to my momma
Keep toasters for drama, mix a lot with my son
My son growin' and he learnin' a lot
That's when them toasters will the burners will pop, brain on ya own

Well, a nigga, tell 'em niggas that's like the biblical scripture
Look back, turn assault like the sin is in
Most of ya heartless and self-centered like
Me Shaq and me Shaq

Set up ya brother 'cuz you jealous nigga, the heat back
Like you never left, I ever rep, cops watch every step
Six miles and running dodgin' every trap, the rap gingerbread man
Cheer us up, you precious breath, State P the second attack

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
6 miles and runnin', got my fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
6 miles and runnin', got my fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs

Back when nobody would found he had talent, nobody would sign me
Nobody believed in me, nobody but mommy blindly
But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest runt
To come up outta her tummy, she got nothin' but love for me

When niggas would want me, the industry shunned me
That's why I'm takin' all the industry's money, revenge is sweet honey
We run this, Young is the illest, Free is the future
Bean's and Bleek is right now, we can see our 8 miles nigga

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
6 miles and runnin', got my fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
6 miles and runnin', got my fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs

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Mind On Our Money - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Mind On Our Money
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mc Cane

Lyric:
People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E
1994, rushin' through the door with the bone flow
Nigga was creepin' on a come up, doin' it for the love of money
1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from

Brought styles muthafuckas never heard before
But we never got our props
Till we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad
But the man know, Eazy runnin' with the lost souls, rest in peace

That was 1996, we back in the mix
I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit
But everything started changin', business rearrangin'
Then the time when bone and ruthless wasn't vibin'

Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit
Somehow I'm feelin' like what I deserve I didn't get
But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up
And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up

1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, it's the art of war
It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rott
Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still strugglin'

Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin'
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin' but so I'm [unverified]
I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry
So if you read that i done flipped, then you know the story, about me

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

Take a good look into my eyes and all over my face your bloody death
With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin' you none the less
[Unverified] that crazy muthafucka
From the world's most dangerous group

Mo thugs nation, [unverified] on your life
That's absolutely what I'm gon' do
Blast at them niggas who thought they knew me
Now I'm that muthafucka that be [unverified], the nigga that bust all y'all

My mission in life to be the coldest nigga that ever spit shit on the mic
I'm comin' in smooth, rockin' this Hip-Hop music just the way you like
Tellin' all biters to please stop tryin'
Let it go fry fool, when I make my move, all y'all gonna die

Split up and fry, open his eyes [unverified] pop
Shot one through his head
Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this nigga dead
It ain't my fault, you niggas too soft, ain't got no skill

Now look through the [unverified] stop steel
Y'all some fake-thug livin' tryna get notice by hangin' with stars
No need to say no names, niggas know who the fuck you are
We all true sound, nigga united gatherin' souls, how we roll

And that's love for the paper, foldin', I saw these hoes
But I had my [unverified] nah, nigga that's my nuts [unverified]
Don't touch that
And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love

You can't dust on these bustas, so they die
They only got love for those who love me
In the meanwhile I main to keepin' my mind on my money
And no, this shit that we spit ain't funny
Especially when you hungry, nigga
With no hustle, nigga, to get them funds

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

In '91 I'm runnin' from the fuckin' cops, don't ya know it
That bitch was tryna' find a hidin' spot, he show it
Know niggas that'd had no pussy
Said that would never read or get to L.A.

And niggas went cannibal on 'em, either
Smokin' that reefer, niggas know how I'm livin'
'Cause I was havin' children when y'all was lookin' for women
But mine aside, so why you tellin' your same [unverified]

When niggas ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride
We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-Mo
Get [unverified], burn the whole store down all by myself
[unverified] for fuckin' with the bone flow

Heaven and Earth, God and my loved one and ya gotta roll
And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a fuckin' sell-out?
But who's the one on solo shit and who want me the hell out?
I'll bail out with a [unverified], that pussy makes me change

Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range
Shootin' thangs, it don't make you a villain
(Shootin' thangs)
The villain is chillin' with his children
Bitch, I keeps it real

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind
A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin' my line
Nigga designed a gold crime as I'm racin' through this obstacle
007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible

Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission
Listen, nigga pay attention
Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up,
Faces of death

Blessin' 40 O-Z's, lay and leatherface and double Z's [unverified]
Niggas often wonder why my mind on my money
Nigga these bitches all up on me and half the industry phony
It's like this nigga, i don't even fuck around

If a nigga ain't got no money for lay, I'll come around
Ain't it funny how niggas turn funny-style
When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile
See my niggas doin' a damn thing, flesh

Trues humbly united gatherin' souls, just to let you know
Heaven's movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini
it's the mentality and next to the baddest, Little Stevie
And when you ask me how i maintain

I watch my niggas rule, act a fool and ace the game
Mo thug one, witness the family scriptures
Mo thug two, family reunion comin' to get ya
Mo thug three, presentation of the mothership
Niggas on some other shit, by smoke and maintain

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

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Z - Heart Of The City (Ain'T No Love) - Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay

Title: Z - Heart Of The City (Ain'T No Love)
Album: The Blueprint
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Dan Walsh, Shawn Carter, Michael Price, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Uh, uhh, listen
First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up
Somebody got a problem with Hov'
Whassup y'all niggaz all fed up 'cause I got a little cheddar
And my records movin' out the sto'?

Young fucks spittin' at me, young rappers gettin' at me
My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly
"Mo' Money, Mo' Problems", gotta move carefully
'Cause faggots hate when you gettin' money like athletes

Yung'uns ice-grillin' me, ohh, you not feelin' me?
Fine, it cost you nothin', pay me no mind
Look, I'm on my grind cousin, ain't got time for frontin'
Sensitive thugs, y'all all need hugs

Damn though mans I'm just tryin' do me
If the record's two mill' I'm just tryin' move three
Get a couple of chicks, get 'em to try to do E
Hopefully they'll menage before I reach my garage

I don't want much, fuck I drove every car
Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers
Bird-ass niggaz I don't mean to ruffle y'all
I know you waitin' in the wing but I'm doin' my thing
Where's the love?

(Ain't no love, in the heart of the city)
I said, where's the love?
(Ain't no love, in the heart of town)
Yeah

And then the Fugees gon' break up, now everyday I wake up
Somebody got somethin' to say
What's all the fuckin' fussin' for? Because I'm grubbin' more
And I pack heat like I'm the oven door

Niggaz pray and pray on my downfall
But everytime I hit the ground I bounce up like round ball
Now I don't wanna have to kill sound bar
Don't wanna have to cock back the four pound bar

Look scrapper I got nephews to look after
I'm not lookin' at you dudes, I'm lookin' past ya
I thought I told you characters I'm not a rapper
Can I live? I told you in ninety-six
That I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz

I scramble like Randall with his
Cunning-ham but the only thing runnin' is numbers fam
Jigga held you down six summers, damn, where's the love?

(Ain't no love, in the heart of the city)
Niggaz, where's the love?
(Ain't no love, in the heart of town)
Holla at me

(Ain't no love in the heart of the city)
(Take 'em to church)
Uh, uh, uh, my nigga where's the love?
(Ain't no love, in the heart of town)
Fuck

Then Richard Pryor go and burn up, and Ike and Tina Turner break up
Then I wake up to more bullshit
You knew me before records, you never disrespected me
Now that I'm successful you'll pull this shit

Nigga I'll step on your porch, step to your boss
Let's end the speculation, I'm talkin to alla y'all
Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait
Whatchu mad cause you push dimes and he sell weight?

Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy a bigger place
Hehehe, and more baggies, why you all aggie?
Nigga respect the game, that should be it
What you eat don't make me shit, where's the love?
Where's the love?

Ain't no love, in the heart of the city
Ain't no love, in the heart of town
Ain't no love, in the heart of the city
Ain't no love, in the heart of town

Ain't no love, in the heart of the city
Ain't no love, in the heart of town
Ain't no love

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Z - I Know - Lyrics - American Gangster - Jay

Title: Z - I Know
Album: American Gangster
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know

Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love
Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love

And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know

Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love
Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love

She wants that old thing back, she want those heroin tracks
She likes me, she fiends for me nightly, she leans for me
Mornin' she rush for my touch, this is about lust
Cold sweats occur when I'm not with her

My presence is a must, must, must
Bonita Applebum, I gotta put you on
If I didn't when we cuttin', the feelin' would be too strong
In any form, I'm givin' you sweet dreams

That Sugar Hill, she call me her sweet thing
That Black Rain that take away your pain
Just for one night, baby, take me in vein

Now that feelin' got you trippin', you no wanna feel no different
Said lust has got you itchin' all wide open and its' drippin'
I know what you like, I am your prescription
I'm your physician, I'm your addiction

And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know

Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love
Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love

And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know

Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love
Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love

I am so dope like Louis Vuittons with the red bottoms
You gotta have 'em, you glad you got 'em
Like every color, Giuseppe's your guilty pleasure is me
It's so much fun, you shun therapy

Although it never be, the feelin' is fleetin'
Shopping's like coppin', you constantly need it
I'm never around, you constantly seekin'
You'll never be down, I know where your peak is

9 1/2 weeks is better than 12-steps
I keep tryin' to remind you to keep tellin' yourself
Now your conscience is interfering like better yourself
Like you better get help but when that medicine's felt?

We're back together, don't ever leave me
Don't ever let 'em tell you that you'll never need me
My China White, 'til we D.O.A.
It's Montega forever, baby, let's get away

And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know

Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love
Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love

And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know

Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love
Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love

How could you leave me? I thought that you needed me
When the world got too much and you pleaded with me
Who helped you immediately? How speedy of me
How could you deny me so vehemently?

Now your body is shakin', tryin' to free it of me
And your soul is in control, tryin' to lead it from me
And your heart no longer pledge allegiance to me
Damn, I'm missin' the days when you needed the D

And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know

Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love
Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love

And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know

Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love
Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love

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Renee - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Renee
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, Terry Lewis, Timothy P Patterson, Garfield Duncan, James Samuel Iii Harris, Dexter A Archer

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Lyric:
Here's a tune about this honey named Renee
That I met one day on my way back from John Jay
I'm peepin' shorty as she's walkin' to the train
I tap her on her shoulders, "Excuse me miss, but can I get your name?"

She said "My name is Renee"
I said "I got a whole lot to say, so may I walk you to your subway"
She said "If you want", so yo' we started talkin'
I brought two franks and two drinks and we began walkin'

I had to see where that head was at 'cause the gear was mad phat
So we must chat about this and that
She told me what she was in school for
She wants to be a lawyer in other words shorty studies law

I'm tellin' shorty I'm a writer and as she's lookin' for the token
She drops a packet of the EZ widers
Covers her mouth with her name ring
I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rocks I do the same thing

But yet I use Philly Blunts, she said "I never dealt with Philly Blunts
Because I heard that's for silly stunts"
I said, "Nah, they burn slower, right now I really don't know ya
But maybe later on I can get to show ya"

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

So now we sittin' on the train
Besides the fingernails now shorty got the hairdo of pain
Now understand she got flava
A tough leather jacket, with some jeans
And a chain that her moms gave her

Got off the train about 6:34 she wasn't sure
She had grub for the dog so we hit the store
Went to the crib and turned the lights on
A mad magazine stand from Essence to Right On

A leather couch, stero system with crazy CD's
Understand 'cause she got G'z
She said "Cheeks do what you want", she said "I'm gonna feed the dog"
I said "Alright, well I'm gonna roll this blunt"

She came back with stretch pants and a ponytail
A t-shirt, a yo, Fam I got a tender-roni girl
We're sittin' on the couch chattin'
We're smokin' blunts off the balcony, we're stearin' at Manhattan now

She started feelin' on my chest, I started feelin' on the breasts
And there's no need for me to stress the rest
A yo, I got myself a winner
We sparked a blunt before we ate, and a blunt after we ate dinner

She had a tattoo she only wanted Bo to see
But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci
I'm like whatever shorty rock we can swing it like that
'Cause on the real this is where it's at

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

I woke up the next day on the waterbed
A letter's on the pillow and this what the letter said
It said "Cheeks, I'll be home around two
You was deep in your sleep so I didn't want to bother you"

I left my number for shorty to call me later,
Got dressed, smoked the blunt and then I bounced towards the elevator
I got a beep around three
I'm askin' shorty, "What's up with you?"
She's askin', what's up with me

And now we been together for weeks
Candlelight dinner with my shorty, crack a 40 with my naughty freaks
Hey man, I never been in love
But everytime I'm burstin' in and outta state it's shorty that I'm thinkin' of

I'm hangin' out with my crew I get a beep from Renee
Because Renee uses code too
But yet I'm chattin' with her mom dukes
She said Renee has been shot so Cheeks, meet me up at St. Lukes

I jumps on the Van Wyck, I gotta make it there quick
A yo, this shit is gettin' mad thick
Not even thinkin' of the po nine I'm doin' a buck, who gives a fuck
I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine

I gotta see what's goin' on and by the time I reach the hospital
They tell me "Mr. Cheeks, Renee is gone"
I'm pourin' beer out for my shorty who ain't here
I'm from the ghetto so listen this is how I shed my tears

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

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Heartbroken - Lyrics - One In A Million - Aaliyah

Title: Heartbroken
Album: One In A Million
Artist: Aaliyah
Composer(s): Richard Rudolph, Timothy Z Mosley, Leon Ware, Melissa A Elliott, Minnie Riperton

Lyric:
Baby baby baby, I wanna satisfy you
Maybe I try too damn hard, to show you I love you
What made you go and run this game on me?
When I stayed by your side, what made you go and leave?

I'm tired of my heart being broken
I'm tired of these tears, falling down my face
I'm tired of this love being taken for granted
Won't you go away

You don't know, how I feel, I'm for real
I used to be in love, but not no more
When will you learn that I got feelings too?
You'll never know until it happens to you

I'm tired of my heart being broken
I'm tired of these tears, falling down my face
I'm tired of this love being taken for granted
Won't you go away

There's one thing, I gotta ask of you
One thing, gotta ask of you
If this is true, why you took your love away?
Why you took your love away, from me?

There's one thing I gotta ask of you
One thing, gotta ask of you
If this is true, why you took your love away?

I'm tired of my heart being broken
I'm tired of these tears, falling down my face
I'm tired of this love being taken for granted
Won't you go away

I'm tired of my heart being broken
I'm tired of these tears, falling down my face
I'm tired of this love being taken for granted
Won't you go away

I'm tired of my heart being broken
I'm tired of these tears, falling down my face
I'm tired of this love being taken for granted
Won't you go away

I'm tired of my heart being broken
I'm tired of these tears, falling down my face
I'm tired of this love being taken for granted

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Z - Girls, Girls, Girls (Remix) - Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay

Title: Z - Girls, Girls, Girls (Remix)
Album: The Blueprint
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Tom Brock, R. Payne, B. Bailey, Shawn Carter, C. Fleming, Robert Relf, G. Belton, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
I'm not a one girl's guy
(Real talk for ya, peep game)
Ain't they know it, when it comes to love, I don't lie
(We don't lie man)

And the girls respect me for it
(You gotta respect that)
Ain't gonna say my nose can't be open
(I may never say never)
Right now, it's just too many fine ladies
Out there to choose one from
(Too many ladies)

I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore
Yo, put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

Who you lovin', who you wanna be huggin'
Who you wit, who you wanna be fuckin'?
Got this smarty art chick to whom I pose this question
I read a couple books to add to her soul's progression

To put this in laymen's term, I gave her some knowledge
She gave me, brains in return, she had to drop out of college
Knowin' she does this homework, I give her in house tutoring
In and out I'm movin' through her student body union and

She call me professor, say, "Daddy, come and test her"
So she could fail on purpose and repeat the semester
I'm like, at this rate, ma, you never graduate
She said, "I ain't no fool, I make it up in summer school"

I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore
Yo, put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

Now, let the people sing, I'm tryin' girls out
(Just tryin' girls out)
Just tryin' girls out
Yo, put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

Who you lovin', who you wanna be fuckin'?
Who said, "What, why you trippin', girl, why's you fussin'?"
Got this model, slash actress slash part time waitress
Spend a whole day, she hangin' 'round with part time haters
All they do is diss dirt and put a up on my latest

Itinerary but since I tend to vary see
I tend to carry more rumors than ten Mariah Careys
Tend to hurries in ten places at once
Plus, she can't front just peep how I run mines

Ma, our time together is our time together
And our time apart is our time apart
So love Jay with your mind, girl and not your heart
And someday I slow down but for now, I get around

Like the late Makiavelli or Perelli twenty inches
Or caine and O-dog, stick up tape from menace
You tell 'em chicks if they must know my business

I'm tryin' girls out, just tryin' girls out
Put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I get off tour

I'm tryin' girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore
Yo put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

I'm lookin' for, Southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle
Big ghetto booty, scarf over doobie
Chanell under the Louie, Gucci over booty
Vicki covered titties, attitude of the city

Pretty, witty, girly, whirly
One who likes to party but come home early
Light kinda dark, short sorta tall
Slim, kinda thick I swear I love 'em all
She can cook the coke and got hook up on the license

But she can get you first class seats for coach prices
Isn't this great? My flight leaves at eight
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds

I'm tryin' girls out, just tryin' girls out
Put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I get off tour

I'm tryin' girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore
Yo, put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

I'm not a one girl's guy and they know it
When it comes to love, I don't lie
and the girls respect me for it
Ain't gonna say my nose, can't be over

But right now it's just too many fine ladies
Out there to choose one from
I'm tryin' girls out, waiting patiently
Just tryin' girls out, until I find the one for me

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