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C.R.E.A.M.

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Wu-Tang Clan

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What that nigga want, God? Word up, look out for the cops though (Wu-Tang five finger shit, fam) Cash rules- Word up, two for fives over here, baby Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way Word up, know what I'm sayin'? Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get- Yeah, check this old fly shit out, word up (Cash rules everything around me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) (Dollar dollar bill, y'all) Here we, here we go, check this shit, yo I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Stayin' alive was no jive Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way I begin the G off was drug loot And let's start it like this, son Rollin' with this one and that one, pullin' out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen Who was a fiend, started smokin' woolies at 16 And runnin' up in gates and doin' hits for high stakes Makin' my way on fire escapes No question, I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question, I would flow off and try to get the dough all Stickin' up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is rough and tough like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out Catchin' keys from 'cross seas Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9 Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all It's been twenty-two long, hard years, I'm still strugglin' Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make cream Which failed; I went to jail at the age of fifteen A young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not- The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough But as the world turned, I learned life is hell Livin' in the world no different from a cell Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase Sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask: what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer And ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me (My niggas gots to do what they gotta do) C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all (To get through, know what I'm sayin'?) Cash rules everything around me (Because you can't just get by no more) C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all (Word up, you gotta get over, straight up and down) Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Yeah, yeah Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah

Juicy

rap

The Notorious B.I.G.

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("Fuck all you hoes!" Get a grip, motherfucker!) Yeah, this album is dedicated To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good) And all the niggas in the struggle You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed in Bambú, sippin' on Private Stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good And if you don't know, now you know, nigga You know very well (Yeah) Who you are (Money, hoes and clothes) Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls, yeah, haha) Reach for the stars (It's all good) You had a goal (C'mon) But not that many (It's all good) 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty (Check it) I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy, girls used to diss me Now they write letters 'cause they miss me I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff I was too used to packing gats and stuff Now honeys play me close like butter play toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Living life without fear Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good And if you don't know, now you know, nigga You know very well (C'mon) Who you are (Bankrolls) Don't let 'em hold you down (Clothes) Reach for the stars (Mansions) You had a goal But not that many (It's all good) 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty ('94) Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this 50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two G's flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebrating every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps an Ac' with minks on her back And she loves to show me off of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all (It's all good, nigga) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga You know very well (Money) Who you are (Hoes and clothes) Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga Reach for the stars (That's right) You had a goal (It's all good) But not that many (All good) 'Cause you're the only one (East coast, represent) I'll give you good and plenty (C'mon) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga Representin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls) Junior Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy) Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch) You know very well Who you are Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars You had a goal But not that many 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga It's all good That's right, '94 And on and on, and on and on You know very well It's all good Who you are Yeah Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars

Ten Crack Commandments

rap

The Notorious B.I.G.

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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 It's the ten crack commandments, what? Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin' niggas Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas I've been in this game for years, it made me a animal There's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual A step-by-step booklet for you to get Your game on track, not your wig pushed back Rule Nombre Uno: never let no one know How much dough you hold 'cause you know The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially If that man fucked up, get yo' ass stuck up Number Two: never let 'em know your next move Don't you know bad boys move in silence and violence? Take it from your highness (Uh-huh) I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips Number Three: never trust nobody Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buck She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up Number Four: I know you heard this before "Never get high on your own supply" Number Five: never sell no crack where you rest at I don't care if they want an ounce, tell 'em, "Bounce!" Number Six: that goddamn credit? Dead it You think a crackhead paying you back? Shit, forget it Seven: this rule is so underrated Keep your family and business completely separated Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch Find yourself in serious shit Number Eight: never keep no weight on you Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too Number Nine shoulda been Number One to me: If you ain't gettin' bagged, stay the fuck from police If niggas think you snitchin', they ain't tryna listen They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin' Number Ten: a strong word called 'consignment' Strictly for live men, not for freshmen If you ain't got the clientele, say, "Hell no!" 'Cause they gon' want they money rain, sleet, hail, snow Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up If not, twenty-four years on the wake up Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed Your girl fucked my man Jake up Heard in three weeks, she sniffed a whole half a cake up Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up Gotta go, gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up (Uh) Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite (1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 10.......10)

A Milli

rap

Lil Wayne

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Bangladesh Young Money! You dig? Mack, I'm going in A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind 'Cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time 'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father; mother-fuck a copper Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin' Tell the coppers: "Ha-ha-ha-ha You can't catch him, you can't stop him" I go by them goon rules: if you can't beat 'em, then you pop 'em You can't man 'em, then you mop 'em You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher Motherfucker, I'm ill A million here, a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derriere Like smoking the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini, hopin' them crackers see me Like, "Look at that bastard Weezy!" He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a mothafuckin' problem Okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin? Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin' On some faggot bullshit: call 'em Dennis Rodman Call me what you want, bitch! Call me on my Sidekick! Never answer when it's private, damn, I hate a shy bitch Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to My Bitch Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch, so when she ask For the money when you through, don't be surprised, bitch! And it ain't trickin' if you got it But you like a bitch with no ass: You ain't got shit Motherfucker, I'm ill, not sick And I'm okay, but my watch sick, yeah, my drop sick Yeah, my Glock sick, and my knot thick - I'm it Motherfucker, I'm ill See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that? Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne? My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man Who that one that do that, boy? You knew that true that, swallow And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels I don't owe you like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour And I'd rather be pushin' flowers Than to be in the pen sharin' showers Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told us every girl was sour Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower Boy, I got so many bitches, like I'm Mike Lowrey Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Motherfucker, I say "Life ain't shit without me" Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin' I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain - dare me Don't you compare me, 'cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see me but they hear me They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat

My Name Is

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Eminem

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Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? (Excuse me) My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady (Can I have the attention of the class for one second?) Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, kids, do you like violence? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wanna see me stick nine-inch nails through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh) Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah, yeah) Try 'cid and get fucked up worse than my life is? (Huh?) My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Oh) And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady, you a basehead" (Uh-uh) "Then why's your face red? Man, you wasted" Well, since age 12, I felt like I'm someone else 'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass, and fall on my ass Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast Come here, slut; "Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl, dawg" I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high (Shh) Thanks a lot, next semester I'll be 35 I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler And stapled his nuts to a stack of paper (Ow) Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup Extraterrestrial, running over pedestrians in a spaceship While they're screaming at me, "Let's just be friends" 99 percent of my life, I was lied to I just found out my mom does more dope than I do (Damn) I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her (Oh, thank you) You know you blew up when the women rush your stands And try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans (Ahh, ahh, ahh) This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?) So I signed it, "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole" Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked away (Get him) Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (Fuck that) I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (Huh, yup) Am I comin' or goin'? I can barely decide I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive? (Go ahead) All my life I was very deprived I ain't had a woman in years and my palms are too hairy to hide (Whoops) Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (Come here) When I was little, I used to get so hungry I would throw fits How you gonna breastfeed me, Mom? You ain't got no tits I lay awake and strap myself in the bed With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (Bang) 'Cause I'm steamin' mad (Grr) And by the way, when you see my dad (Yeah?) Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, who? My name is, huh? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady

Empire State of Mind

rap

JAY-Z

{"Alicia Keys"}

Yeah Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem-hola, my Dominicanos (Dimelo!) Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whippin' pastry Cruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Say what up to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from In New York (Ayy, aha) (Uh, yeah) Concrete jungle (Yeah) where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (Yeah) (Okay) Now you're in New York (Aha, aha, aha) (Uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new (New) Big lights will inspire you (Come on) (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (You welcome, OG) (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) (I made you hot, nigga) Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back For foreigners, it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add Eight million stories out there in the naked City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it Me? I gotta plug Special Ed, "I Got It Made" If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade Three dice cee-lo, three-card Marley Labor Day Parade-rest in peace, Bob Marley Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade Long live the king, yo-I'm from the Empire State, that's In New York (Ayy) (Uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (That boy good) (Okay) Now you're in New York (Welcome to the bright lights, baby) (Uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new Big lights will inspire you (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) Lights is blinding, girls need blinders So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is Lined with casualties who sip the life casually Then gradually become worse - don't bite the apple, Eve! Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style Into the winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin out City of sin is a pity on a whim Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them Mami, took a bus trip, now she got her bust out Everybody ride her, just like a bus route "Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end Came here for school, graduated to the high life Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight MDMA got you feelin' like a champion The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien In New York (Ayy, ow) (Uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (Okay) Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new Big lights will inspire you (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) One hand in the air for the big city (Oh) Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (Oh) No place in the world that could compare (Nah) Put your lighters in the air, everybody say "Yeah, yeah" (Come on, come on) "Yeah, yeah" (Come on) In New York (Uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (Okay) Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new Big lights will inspire you (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)

Renegade

rap

JAY-Z

{Eminem}

Motherfuckers say that I'm foolish, I only talk about jewels (Bling-bling) Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it? See, I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined The same dude you gave nothin', I made somethin' doin' What I do through and through and I give you the news with a twist, it's just his ghetto point of view The renegade, you been afraid I penetrate pop culture Bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they pop toasters And they live with they moms, got dropped roadsters From botched robberies, niggas crouched over Mami's knocked up 'cause she wasn't watched over Knocked down by some clown When child support knocked, "No, he's not around" Now, how that sound to ya? Jot it down I bring you through the ghetto without ridin' 'round Hidin' down, duckin' strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways Just read a magazine that fucked up my day How you rate music that thugs with nothin' relate to it? I help them see they way through it, not you Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes Bet everything you worth, you'll lose your tie and your shirt Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen I ain't no politician, but I'll kick it with 'em a minute 'Cause see, they call me a menace and if the shoe fits, I'll wear it But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics? Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics Usin' his music to steer it, sharin' his views and his merits? But there's a huge interference, they're sayin' you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America As a motherfuckin' drug addict, like you didn't experiment? Now, now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed And I got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin' do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage (Haha) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here? I don't think you do, so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo 'Cause here we go, he's Jigga-Jur-Jigga-Jih-Jigga And I'm the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles Pockets filled with a lotta lint, not a cent Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin' braver Durag wrappin' my waves up, pockets full of hope Do not step to me I'm awkward, I box lefty An orphan, my pops left me And often my mama wasn't home Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown 'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home to quiet the stomach rumblings My demeanor thirty years my senior My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky Big, I did it, multi before I die No lie, just know I chose my own fate I drove by the fork in the road and went straight See, I'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day Shakespeare Jesus Christ, the king of these Latter-day Saints here To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as A monger of hate, satanist, scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see, it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape? Media scapegoat who they can be mad at today See, it's as easy as cake, simple as whistlin' "Dixie" While I'm wavin' the pistol at sixty Christians against me Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics In holy water, no wonder they tried to hold me under longer I'm a motherfuckin' spiteful, delightful eyeful The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you What did I do? (Huh?), I'm just a kid from the gutter Makin' his butter off these bloodsuckers, 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything)

All Falls Down

rap

Kanye West

{"Syleena Johnson"}

Oh, when it all, it all falls down Yeah, this the real one, baby I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Uh, Chi-Town, stand up! Oh, when it all, it all falls down Southside, Southside We gon' set this party off right I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Westside, Westside We gon' set this party off right Oh, when it all Man, I promise, she's so self-conscious She has no idea what she doin' in college That major that she majored in don't make no money But she won't drop out, her parents'll look at her funny Now, tell me that ain't insecurr The concept of school seems so securr Sophomore, three yurrs, ain't picked a carurr She like, "Fuck it, I'll just stay down hurr and do hair" 'Cause that's enough money to buy her a few pairs Of new Airs, 'cause her baby daddy don't really care She's so precious with the peer pressure Couldn't afford a car, so she named her daughter Alexis She had hair so long that it looked like weave Then she cut it all off, now she look like Eve And she be dealin' with some issues that you can't believe Single black female addicted to retail, and well Oh, when it all, it all falls down And when it falls down, who you gon' call now? I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down C'mon, c'mon, and when it falls down Oh, when it all Man, I promise, I'm so self-conscious That's why you always see me with at least one of my watches Rollies and Pashas done drove me crazy I can't even pronounce nothing, pass that Ver-say-see! Then I spent four hundred bucks on this Just to be like, "Nigga, you ain't up on this" And I can't even go to the grocery store Without some Ones that's clean and a shirt with a team It seem we livin' the American Dream But the people highest up got the lowest self-esteem The prettiest people do the ugliest things For the road to riches and diamond rings We shine because they hate us, floss 'cause they degrade us We tryna buy back our 40 acres And for that paper, look how low we'll stoop Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe Oh, when it all, it all falls down Come on, come on I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down And when it falls down, who you gon' call now? Oh, when it all, it all falls down Come on, come on I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down And when it all falls down I say, "Fuck the police," that's how I treat 'em We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom We'll buy a lot of clothes, but we don't really need 'em Things we buy to cover up what's inside 'Cause they made us hate ourself and love they wealth That's why shorty's hollerin', "Where the ballers at?" Drug dealer buy Jordan, crackhead buy crack And the white man get paid off of all of that But I ain't even gon' act holier than thou 'Cause fuck it, I went to Jacob with 25 thou Before I had a house and I'd do it again 'Cause I wanna be on 106 & Park, pushin' a Benz I want to act ballerific like it's all terrific I got a couple past-due bills, I won't get specific I got a problem with spendin' before I get it We all self-conscious, I'm just the first to admit it Oh, when it all, it all falls down C'mon, c'mon And when it falls down, who you gon' call now? I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down C'mon c'mon, and when it falls down Oh, when it all, it all falls down Southside, Southside We gon' set this party off right I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Westside, Westside We gon' set this party off right Oh when it all, it all falls down Chi-Town, Chi-Town We gon' show 'em how we get down I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Now, Syleena, you just like a safe belt, you saved my life C'mon Oh when it all, it all falls down I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down

N.Y. State of Mind

rap

Nas

{}

Yeah, yeah Ayo, Black-it's time, word (Word, it's time, man) It's time, man (Aight, man, begin) Yeah-straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo-now; Rappers; I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin', musician inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holdin' an M16, see, with the pen I'm extreme Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes I'm suited up with street clothes, hand me a 9 and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin Picked the MAC up, told brothers "Back up!" - the MAC spit Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him back-flip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck!" Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So, now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be (So, what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us .45's and gauges, MAC's in fact Same niggas will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks In black, there was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers and measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York State of Mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TEC's Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin' Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back Black, I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us; we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm a addict for sneakers, 20's of Buddha and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind "Nasty Nas-"

The World Is Yours

rap

Nas

{}

(It's yours) Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine-whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine-whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine-whose world is this? I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged, then Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation, react like I'm facin' Time like Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracin' Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timbs on my feets makes my cipher complete Whether cruisin' in a Sikh's cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep I keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for dead presidents to represent me Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine-whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine-whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine-whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine-whose world is this? To my man Ill Will, God bless your life (It's yours) To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life I trip, we box up crazy bitches, aimin' guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's Yet I'm the mild, money-gettin' style, rollin' foul The versatile, honey-stickin', wild, golden child Dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle There's no days for broke days when sellin' smoke pays While all the old folks pray to Jesús, soakin' they sins in trays Of holy water, odds against Nas is slaughter Thinkin' a word best describin' my life to name my daughter My strength, my son, the star will be my resurrection Born in correction, all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead in right direction How you livin'? Large or broke on charge cards and mediocre? You flippin' coke or playin' spit, spades, and strip poker? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine-whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine-whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine-whose world is this? Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine-whose world is this? (It's yours) Break it down It's yours, it's yours It's yours, it's yours I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow 'Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Tryin' to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturin' my peeps not eatin' can make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana, stabbin' women like the Phantom The crew is lampin' Big Willie style Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames, plus the games people play Bust the problems of the world today (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine-whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine-whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine-whose world is this? (Yeah) The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine-whose world is this? (It's yours) (Break it down) Yeah, aight To everybody in Queens, the foundation (It's yours) The world is yours To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours (It's yours) The world is yours To everybody in Brooklyn Y'all know the world is yours (It's yours) The world is yours Everybody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours (It's yours) Long Island, yo, the world is yours (It's yours) Staten Island, yeah, the world is yours (It's yours) South Bronx, the world is yours (It's yours) Aight

Forever

rap

Drake, Kanye West, Lil Wayne & Eminem

{"Drake / Kanye West / Lil Wayne & Eminem"}

It may not mean nothin' to y'all But understand, nothin' was done for me So I don't plan on stoppin' at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall And tellin' every girl she the one for me And I ain't even plannin' to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Last name Ever, first name Greatest Like a sprained ankle, boy, I ain't nothin' to play with Started off local, but thanks to all the haters I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis In your city, faded off the brown, Nino She insist she got more class, we know Swimmin' in the money, come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club, you know I balled, chemo Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album Who'd have thought a countrywide tour'd be the outcome? Labels want my name beside a X, like Malcolm Everybody got a deal, I did it without one Yeah, nigga, I'm about my business Killin' all these rappers, you would swear I had a hit list Everyone who doubted me is askin' for forgiveness If you ain't been a part of it, at least you got to witness, bitches It may not mean nothin' to y'all But understand, nothin' was done for me So I don't plan on stoppin' at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall And tellin' every girl she the one for me And I ain't even plannin' to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the buildin' Ain't no question who about to kill 'em I used to have hood dreams, big fame, big chains I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came And went hard all fall like the ball teams Just so I can make it rain all spring Y'all seen my story, my glory I had raped the game young, you can call it statutory When a nigga blow up they gonna build statues for me Old money, Benjamin Button, "What?" nothin' Now it's super bad chicks givin' me McLovin You would think I ran the world like Michelle's husband You would think these niggas know me when they really doesn't Like they was down with the old me, no you fuckin' wasn't Um, you're such a fuckin' loser He ain't even go to class, Bueller Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back Remember she had that bad hip like a fanny pack? Chasin' the stardom will turn you to a maniac All the way in Hollywood and I can't even act They pull the cameras out and goddamn, he snap I used to want this thing forever, y'all can have it back It may not mean nothin' to y'all But understand, nothin' was done for me So I don't plan on stoppin' at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall And tellin' every girl she the one for me And I ain't even plannin' to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Okay, hello, it's the Martian, Space Jam Jordans I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target If I had one guess, then I guess I'm just New Orleans And I will never stop like I'm runnin' from the cops Hop up in my car and told my chauffeur, "To the top" Life is such a fuckin' roller coaster, then it drops But what should I scream for? This is my theme park My mind shine even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my side, you don't wanna hear that thing talk Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention Lil Wayne, that's what they gotta say or mention I'm like Nevada in the middle of the summer I'm restin' in the lead, I need a pillow and a cover Shh, my foot's sleepin' on the gas No brake pads, no such thing as last, uh It may not mean nothin' to y'all But understand, nothin' was done for me So I don't plan on stoppin' at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall And tellin' every girl she the one for me And I ain't even plannin' to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane There they go, packin' stadiums as Shady spits his flow Nuts they go, Macadamian, they go so ballistic, whoa He can make them look like bozos He's wonderin' if he should spit this slow, fuck no Go for broke, his cup just runneth over, oh no He ain't had him a buzz like this Since the last time that he overdosed They been waitin' patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose Back into the game and they know Rap will never be the same as befo' Bashin' in the brains of these hoes And establishin' a name as he goes The passion in the flame is ignited You can't put it out once we light it This shit is exactly what the fuck That I'm talkin' about when we riot You dealin' with a few true villains Who stand inside of a booth, truth-spillin' And spit true feelings until our tooth fillings Come flyin' up out of our mouths, now, rewind it Payback, motherfucker For the way that you doubted me, how's it taste? When I slap the taste outta your mouth With the bass so loud that it shakes the place I'm Hannibal Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face You ain't gonna have no face to save By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake It may not mean nothin' to y'all But understand, nothin' was done for me So I don't plan on stoppin' at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall And tellin' every girl she the one for me And I ain't even plannin' to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane

Stan

rap

Eminem

{Dido}

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old We waited in the blisterin' cold For you, for four hours, and you just said no That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to Remember when we met in Denver? You said if I'd write you, you would write back See, I'm just like you in a way: I never knew my father neither He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on 'Cause I don't really got shit else So that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan-P.S. We should be together too My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans This'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months, and still no word-I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin' But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him? That's kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin' Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now-I'm drowsy And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together-think about it! You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me See, Slim-shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up-see? I ain't like you 'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh, shit, I forgot-how am I supposed to send this shit out?! My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you? You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin' To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some And what's this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other Or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about it, his name was-it was you Damn...

21 Questions

rap

50 Cent

{"Nate Dogg"}

New York City You are now rockin' With 50 Cent You gotta love it I just wanna chill and twist the lah Catch stunts in my 7-45 You drive me crazy, shorty, I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need, and I Like your smile, I don't want to see you cry Got some questions that I got to ask And I hope you can come up with the answers, babe Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me? If I didn't smell so good, would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? If I went back to a hooptie from a Benz Would you poof and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt, would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work, would you be down to ride? I get out and peel a nigga cap, chill and drive I'm askin' questions to find out how you feel inside If I ain't rap 'cause I flip burgers at Burger King Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you're feelin' me? In the bed, if I used my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back? Now we could have a little drink, you know, a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know you like that (Like that) Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Now would you leave me if your father found out I was thuggin'? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm lovin'? Are you mad 'cause I'm askin' you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl, you a blessing Do you trust me enough to tell me your dreams? I'm starin' at you, tryna figure how you got in them jeans If I was down, would you say things to make me smile? I'll treat you how you want to be treated, just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me Would you believe me? or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone? We only humans, girl, we make mistakes To make it up, I'll do whatever it take I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style, I say anything to make you smile Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl, it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us

Still D.R.E.

rap

Dr. Dre

{"Snoop Dogg"}

Yeah, nigga, we're still fuckin' wit' you Still waters run deep Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E. '99, nigga, guess who's back Still, still doin' that shit, huh, Dre? Oh for sho' Yeah Check me out It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot 'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How? Nigga, my last album was The Chronic (Nigga) They wanna know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it (If you ain't up on thangs) Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still puffin' my leaves, still fuck with the beats Still not lovin' police (Huh-uh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (For sho') Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213 (For life) Still the beats bang, still doin' my thang Since I left ain't too much changed, still I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doin' 50 a week Still, I stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat rap like Cali weed: I smoke 'til I'm 'sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire 'til you're soakin' in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth Since "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin Cru I'm still at it, after mathematics In the home of drive-bys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through, then I give you (Still) D.R.E. I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. It ain't nothin' but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're coolin' on the corner wit' your fly bitch (Biatch) Laidback in the shack, play this track I'm representin' for the gangstas all across the world Still (Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Niggas try to be the king, but the ace is back (So if you ain't up on thangs) Dr. Dre be the name (What?), still runnin' the game Still got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't trippin', love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more livin' hard (Nah, nah) Barbeques every day, drivin' fancy cars (Hey, hey) Still gon' get mine regardless (Still) I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. Right back up in your mothafuckin' ass 9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs Smoke some wit' your Dogg No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky-icky-icky Ooh wee! Put it in the air! Well, you's a fool, D-R Ha-ha

Big Poppa

rap

The Notorious B.I.G.

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Uh, uh, check it out (Yeah), uh Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh (He-he) Uh (I like this) yeah, yeah Nine-fo' (Keep bangin') To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes (Uh) Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis? The back of the club, sippin' Moët is where you'll find me (What?) The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (Uh) Mad question askin', blunt passin' Music blastin', but I just can't quit Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with (That's right) Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not? (Uh) Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot? Now check it: I got more mack than Craig, and in the bed Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy (Come on) No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (Uh) Jump in the Rover and come over, tell your friends jump in the GS3 I got the chronic by the tree cuz (Let's go) I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies I love it when you call me Big Poppa You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (Why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby (Uh), baby (Uh) Straight up, honey, really I'm askin' Most of these niggas think they be mackin', but they be actin' Who they attractin' with that line (What?), "What's your name? What's your sign?" Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind (That's right) And ask you what your interests are, who you be with Things that make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon' be here for a while? I'm gon' go call my crew, you go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around 2 (Come on) Plans to leave, throw the keys to Little Cease (Uh-huh) Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunt So we can steam on the way to the telly, go fill my belly (G) A T-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape Conversate for a few, 'cause in a few we gon' do What we came to do, ain't that right, boo? (True) Forget the telly-we just go to the crib And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, smoke Ls while you do me I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player (Come on, yeah) I love it when you call me Big Poppa To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies (Uh) I love it when you call me Big Poppa You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (Why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby (Uh) (How you livin', Biggie Smalls?) In mansion and Benzes Givin' ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream: fuck a dollar and a dream (Heh) Still tote gats, strapped with infrared beams (That's right) (What?) Choppin' Os (Uh-huh), smokin' la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows (All a nigga knows) A foolish pleasure? Whatever I had to find the buried treasure (For what?), so grams I had to measure However, livin' better now, Coogi sweater now Drop top BMs, I'm the man, girlfriend Yeah, honey, check it Tell your friends to get with my friends And we can be friends Shit, we can do this every weekend (That's right), alright? Is that aight wit' you? Yeah, keep bangin' I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies (Uh) I love it when you call me Big Poppa You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (Why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby (Uh) Check it out Nine-fo' shit for that ass, uh Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A. Represent, baby, baby, uh

Lose Yourself

rap

Eminem

{}

Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment Would you capture it, or just let it slip? Yo His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad but he won't Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dope He knows that but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again, yo, this old rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him, and You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better... His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping This world is mine for the taking, make me king As we move toward a New World Order A normal life is boring; but superstardom's Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder Homie grows hotter, he blows, it's all over These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows He's known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose, 'cause here goes the cold water These hoes don't want him no more, he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old, partner But the beat goes on, da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah, dah-dah You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better... No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper All the pain inside amplified by the Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to- Five and I can't provide the right type of life for my family 'Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard, and it's gettin' even harder Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter Caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama, screamin' on her, too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's Gotten me to the point I'm like a snail, I've got To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got To go; I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot So here I go, it's my shot, feet, fail me not This may be the only opportunity that I got You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better... You can do anything you set your mind to, man

Changes

rap

2Pac

{Talent}

Ooh, yeah (Ooh) (Come on, come on) I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth livin'? Should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor and, even worse, I'm black My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero "Give the crack to the kids, who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare" First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal to brothers Give 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each other "It's time to fight back," that's what Huey said Two shots in the dark, now Huey's dead I got love for my brother But we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers And that's how it's supposed to be How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? Uh I'd love to go back to when we played as kids But things change, and that's the way it is (Come on, come on) That's just the way it is (Changes) Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is (That's the way it is, what?) Aww, yeah-yeah (Hear me) (Oh my, oh my, come on, come on) That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is, the way it is) Things'll never be the same (Never be the same, yeah, yeah, yeah, aww, yeah) That's just the way it is (Way it is) Aww, yeah (Come on, come on) I see no changes, all I see is racist faces Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under, I wonder what it takes to make this One better place, let's erase the wasted Take the evil out the people, they'll be actin' right 'Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight And the only time we chill is when we kill each other (Kill each other) It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready to see a black president, uh (Oh-ooh) It ain't a secret, don't conceal the fact The penitentiary's packed and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change (Never change) Try to show another way, but you stayin' in the dope game (Ooh) Now tell me, what's a mother to do? Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you (Yeah) You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today," but you made it in a sleazy way Sellin' crack to the kids (Oh-oh), "I gotta get paid" (Oh) Well hey, well that's the way it is (Come on, come on) That's just the way it is (Changes) Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is (That's the way it is, what?) Aww, yeah (Hear me) (Oh my, oh my, come on, come on) That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is, the way it is) Things'll never be the same (Never be the same, yeah, yeah, yeah, aww, yeah) That's just the way it is (Way it is) Aww, yeah (Aww, yeah, aww, yeah) We gotta make a change It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes Let's change the way we eat Let's change the way we live And let's change the way we treat each other You see, the old way wasn't workin' So it's on us to do what we gotta do to survive And still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace? It's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East (Ooh, yeah) Instead of war on poverty They got a war on drugs so the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back with the facts, givin' it back to you (Ooh) Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up Crack you up and pimp-smack you up You gotta learn to hold your own They get jealous when they see you with your mobile phone But tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this, when they try to rush, I bust this That's the sound of my tool, you say it ain't cool My mama didn't raise no fool (Oh) And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped And I never get to lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the payback Some buck that I roughed up way back Comin' back after all these years "Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat," that's the way it is (Uh) That's just the way it is (Just the way it is, yeah, yeah, yeah) Things'll never be the same (Yeah) That's just the way it is (The way it is) Aww, yeah (Some things will never change, oh my) (I'm tryna make a change) (You're my brother, you're my sister, yeah) That's just the way it is (The way it is, the way it is) Things'll never be the same (You're my brother, you're my sister) That's just the way it is, aww, yeah Some things'll never change

Hail Mary

rap

2Pac

{Outlawz,"Prince Ital Joe"}

Makaveli in this, Killuminati All through your body (All through your body) The blow is like a 12-Gauge shotty (Uh) feel me! (Come with me Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see) And God said he should send his one begotten son (What do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die) To lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me! (La la-da-la la la la la) Eat my flesh, flesh of my flesh! Come with me! Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? La la-da-la la la la la I ain't a killer, but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein' quoted Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it Bow down, pray to God, hopin' that he's listenin' Seein' niggas comin' for me through my diamonds when they glistenin' Now pay attention: bless me please, Father, I'm a ghost In these killing fields, Hail Mary, catch me if I go Let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman Screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies see me flee Activate my hate, let it break to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some say the game is all corrupt and fucked in this shit Stuck, niggas is lucky if we bust out this shit Plus, Mama told me never stop until I bust a nut Fuck the world if they can't adjust, it's just as well, Hail Mary Come with me! Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? La, da-da, da, da, da-da, da Come with me! Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? La, da-da, da, da, da-da, da Penitentiaries is packed with promise-makers Never realized the precious time that bitch niggas is wastin' Institutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble We ballin', catch me, Father, please 'Cause I'm fallin' in the liquor store Pass the Hennessy, I hear you callin', can I get some more? Hell, 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do? One life to live, but I got nothin' to lose Just me and you on a one-way trip to prison, sellin' drugs We all wrapped up in this livin', life as thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max doin' their bid Raise hell to this real shit and feel this When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark Thuggin' eternal through my heart Now hail Mary, nigga! Come with me! Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? La, da-da, da, da, da-da, da Come with me! Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? La, da-da, da, da, da-da, da They got a A-P-B out on my thug family Since Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half-dead Head down, K-blasted off of Hennessy and Thai Chronic Mixed in, now I'm twisted, blistered and high Visions of me thug-livin' gettin' me by Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin' on around me Brain kind of cloudy, smoked out, feelin' rowdy Ready to wet the party up And whoever in that motherfucker, nasty new street slugger My heat seeks suckers on the regular Mashin' in a stolen Black Ac' Integra Cocked back, sixty seconds 'til the draw, that's when I'm deadin' ya Feet first, you've got a nice Gat but my heat's worse From a thug to preachin' church I gave you love, now you eatin' dirt Needin' work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on 'Cause word is bond When I was broke, I had to hustle 'til dawn That's when the sun came up, there's only one way up Hold your head and stay up To all my niggas, get your pay and weight up If it's on, then it's on, we rape beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate? To this shit I don't got be the shit I gotta take Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate If it's on, then it's on, we rape beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate? To this shit I don't got be the shit I gotta take Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate Come with me! Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? We've been travelin' on this weary road Sometimes life can be a heavy load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, hail Mary (Hail Mary) We won't worry, everything will curry Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry, everything will curry Yes, we free like the bird in the tree We runnin' from the penitentiary This is the time for we liberty Hail Mary, hail Mary! Westside, Outlawz Makaveli the Don, solo Killuminati, The 7 Days

Ether

rap

Nas

{}

Fuck Jay-Z What's up, niggas? Ayo, I know you ain't talkin' about me, dog (You? What?) Fuck Jay-Z You been on my dick, nigga You love my style, nigga (Uh, uh, uh, uh) Fuck Jay-Z (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you, the king, you know you (Not) God's Son across the belly (Lose) I'll prove you lost already (Uh) Brace yourself for the main event, y'all impatiently waitin' It's like a AIDS test, what's the results? Not positive, who's the best, Pac, Nas and B.I.G.? Ain't no best, east, west, north, south, flossed out Greetings, I embrace y'all with napalm Blows up, no guts left, chest, face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilage (Uh) Burner at the side of your dome, come out of my throne I got this locked since '91 (Uh), I am the truest Name a rapper that I ain't influenced Gave y'all chapters, but now I keep my eyes on the Judas With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, check it (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you, the king, you know you (Not) God's Son across the belly (Haha) (Lose) I'll prove you lost already (Uh) Ayo, pass me the weed (Tsk, there you go) Put my ashes out on these niggas, man (Ain't no doubt) Ayo, you faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the motherfuckin' ring (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you, the king, you know you (Not) God's Son across the belly (Lose) I'll prove you lost already I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (Uh) Talk about me, laugh behind my back, but in my face Y'all some well-wishin' (Bitch niggas), friendly-actin', envy-hidin' snakes With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? When these streets keep callin', heard it when I was sleep That this Gay-Z and Cock-a-Fella Records wanted beef (What?) Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo To explode it on a camel (Haha) and his soldiers I can handle This for dolo and his manuscript just sound stupid When KRS already made a album called Blueprint (Dick) First Biggie's your man, then you got the nerve to say That you better than B.I.G., dick-suckin' lips (Ha) Why don't you let the late, great veteran live? I will Not lose (God's son across the belly, I'll prove you lost already), uh The king is back Where my crown at? (Ill Will) Ill Will, rest in peace, let's do it, niggas (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you, the king, you know you (Not) God's Son across the belly (Lose) I'll prove you lost already Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother, you traded your soul for riches My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous And now I smile like a proud dad watchin' his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissin' women Were you abused as a child? Scared to smile, they called you ugly? Well, life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly In '88 you was gettin' chased through your building Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers All I did was give you a style for you to run with Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread with the God Wearin' Jaz' chains, no TECs, no cash, no cars No jail bars, Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I'll still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class? You Tae-Bo ho, tryna work it out, you tryna get brolic? Ask me if I'm tryna kick knowledge? Nah, I'm tryna kick the shit you need to learn, though That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow (Burn slow) Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy (Ill) Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after? Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas And now y'all tryna take my spot, fellas? Feel these hot rocks, fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas In a pine box with nine shots from my Glock, fellas Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your looks? (Girls, girls, girls, haha) Negro, please, ha, you no-mustache-havin' With whiskers like a rat, compared to Beans, you wack And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame You ass, went from Jaz to hangin' with Kane, to Irv, to B.I.G And Eminem murdered you on your own shit You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons, ha R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label, gunned up and clapped quick Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn, you on Jaz dick So little Shawny's gettin' gunned up and clapped quick How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips? (Nigga) Wanted to be on every last one of my classics You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss

Lifes a Bitch

rap

Nas

{AZ}

Ayo, what's up, what's up? Let's keep it real, son, count this money You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah Ayo, put the Grants over there in the safe You know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause we spendin' these Jacksons The Washingtons go to wifey, you know how that go I'm sayin' that's what this is all about, right? Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, then what, man, what?! Visualizin' the realism of life in actuality Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is money-orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it 'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as Five Percenters But somethin' must've got in us, 'cause all of us turned to sinners Now some restin' in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin Others, such as myself, are tryin' to carry on tradition Keepin' this Schweppervescent street ghetto essence inside us 'Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though we know, somehow we all gotta go But as long as we leavin' thievin' We'll be leavin' with some kind of dough So, until that day we expire and turn to vapors Me and my capers will be somewhere stackin' plenty papers Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high 'Cause life's a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye I woke up early on my born day; I'm 20, it's a blessin' The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and My physical frame is celebrated 'cause I made it One quarter through life, some godly-like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual, plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from My skull, 'cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain Don't go against the grain, simple and plain When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard Robbin' foreigners, take they wallets, they jewels and rip they green cards Dipped to the projects, flashin' my quick cash And got my first piece of ass, smokin' blunts with hash Now it's all about cash in abundance Niggas I used to run with is rich or doin' years in the hundreds I switched my motto; instead of sayin', "Fuck tomorrow!" That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back Time is illmatic, keep static like wool fabric Pack a 4-matic to crack your whole cabbage Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die

Fuck tha Police

rap

N.W.A

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Right about now, N.W.A court is in full effect Judge Dre presiding In the case of N.W.A versus the Police Department Prosecuting attorneys are MC Ren, Ice Cube And Eazy-motherfucking-E Order, order, order! Ice Cube, take the motherfucking stand Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth And nothing but the truth so help your black ass? You goddamn right Well, won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say? Fuck the police comin' straight from the underground A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown And not the other color, so police think They have the authority to kill a minority Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't the one For a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun To be beating on and thrown in jail We can go toe-to-toe in the middle of a cell Fuckin' with me 'cause I'm a teenager With a little bit of gold and a pager Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product Thinkin' every nigga is sellin' narcotics You'd rather see me in the pen Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in a Benz-o Beat a police out of shape And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape To tape off the scene of the slaughter Still getting swole off bread and water I don't know if they fags or what Search a nigga down and grabbing his nuts And on the other hand, without a gun, they can't get none But don't let it be a black and a white one 'Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top Black police showing out for the white cop Ice Cube will swarm On any motherfucker in a blue uniform Just 'cause I'm from the CPT Punk police are afraid of me, huh A young nigga on the warpath And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath Of cops dying in L.A. Yo, Dre, I got something to say Fuck the police, fuck- fuck- Fuck the police, fuck- fuck- Fuck the police, fuck the- fuck the- Fuck the police (Example of scene one) Pull your goddamn ass over right now! Aw shit, now what the fuck you pullin' me over for? 'Cause I feel like it! Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up! Man, fuck this shit Alright, smart-ass, I'm taking your black ass to jail! MC Ren, will you please give your testimony To the jury about this fucked up incident? Fuck the police and Ren said it with authority Because the niggas on the street is a majority A gang is with whoever I'm steppin' And the motherfuckin' weapon is kept in A stash spot for the so-called law Wishing Ren was a nigga that they never saw Lights start flashing behind me But they're scared of a nigga, so they mace me to blind me But that shit don't work, I just laugh Because it gives them a hint not to step in my path For police, I'm saying, "Fuck you, punk!" Reading my rights and shit, it's all junk Pulling out a silly club, so you stand With a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand But take off the gun so you can see what's up And we'll go at it, punk, and I'ma fuck you up Make you think I'ma kick your ass But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime But I'ma smoke 'em now and not next time Smoke any motherfucker that sweats me Or any asshole that threatens me I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope Takin' out a cop or two, they can't cope with me The motherfuckin' villain that's mad With potential to get bad as fuck So I'ma turn it around Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound (*Gunshots*) Yeah, somethin' like that But it all depends on the size of the gat Takin' out a police would make my day But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say Fuck the police, fuck the- fuck the- Fuck the police, fuck the- fuck the- Fuck the police, fuck the- fuck- Fuck the police *Knocking* Yeah, man, what you need? Police, open now (Aww, shit) We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest (*Battering ram*) Get down and put your hands right where I can see 'em! (Move, motherfucker, move now!) What the fuck did I do, man? What did I do? Just shut the fuck up and get your motherfucking ass on the floor! (You heard the man, shut the fuck up!) But I didn't do shit Man, just shut the fuck up! Eazy-E, won't you step up to the stand And tell the jury how you feel about this bullshit? I'm tired of the motherfuckin' jackin' Sweating my gang, while I'm chillin' in the shack, and Shining the light in my face, and for what? Maybe it's because I kick so much butt I kick ass, or maybe 'cause I blast On a stupid ass nigga when I'm playing with the trigger Of an Uzi or an AK 'Cause the police always got somethin' stupid to say They put out my picture with silence 'Cause my identity by itself causes violence The E with the criminal behavior Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still, I got flavor Without a gun and a badge, what do you got? A sucker in a uniform waiting to get shot By me or another nigga And with a gat, it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger (Size don't mean shit, he's from the old school, fool) And as you all know, E's here to rule Whenever I'm rollin', keep lookin' in the mirror And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a Dumb motherfucker with a gun And if I'm rollin' off the eight, he'll be the one That I take out, and then get away While I'm driving off laughing, this is what I'll say Fuck the police, fuck the- fuck the- Fuck the police, fuck- Fuck the police, fuck- fuck- Fuck the police (The verdict) The jury has found you guilty of being a redneck, white bread, chicken shit motherfucker Wait, that's a lie! That's a goddamn lie! Get him out of here! (I want justice!) Get him the fuck out my face! (I want justice!) Out, right now! Fuck you, you black motherfuckers! Fuck the police Fuck the police Fuck the police

In da Club

rap

50 Cent

{}

Go, go, go, go, go, go Go shawty, it's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday And we gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (Uh-huh) When I roll twenty deep, it's twenty nines in the club (Yeah) Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem and the hoes, they wanna fuck (Woo) Look homie, ain't nothin' changed: hoes down, G's up I see Xzibit in the cut, hey nigga, roll that weed up! (Roll it!) If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp (I'm aight) In the hood in L.A. they sayin', "50, you hot" (Uh-huh) They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac But holla in New York, the niggas'll tell you I'm loco (Yeah) And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (Uh-huh) I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (Woo) Now Shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (Uh-huh) Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (Okay) You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Rubbed) My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels Look, nigga, I done came up and I ain't changed (What? What? Yeah) And you should love it way more than you hate it Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (Woo) I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life You that faggot-ass nigga tryin' to pull me back, right? When my joint get to pumpin' in the club, it's on I wink my eye at yo' bitch, if she smiles, she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned I'ma tell you what Banks told me: "Cuz, go 'head, switch the style up If niggas hate, then let them hate, and watch the money pile up" Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub' They know where we fuckin' be You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Ha-ha-ha-ha) Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither, nigga We in the club all the time, nigga, so pop, pop off, nigga G-Unit

It Was a Good Day

rap

Ice Cube

{}

Break 'em Yeah Yeah Yeah Uh Just wakin' up in the morning, gotta thank God I don't know, but today seems kinda odd No barking from the dog, no smog And Momma cooked a breakfast with no hog I got my grub on, but didn't pig out Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out Hooked it up for later as I hit the door Thinkin', "Will I live another twenty-four?" I gotta go 'cause I got me a drop-top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop at a red light Lookin' in my mirror and not a jacker in sight And everything is alright I got a beep from Kim, and she can fuck all night Called up the homies and I'm askin' y'all "Which park are y'all playin' basketball?" Get me on the court and I'm trouble Last week, fucked around and got a triple double Freakin' niggas every way, like MJ I can't believe today was a good day Drove to the pad and hit the showers Didn't even get no static from the cowards 'Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right past me No flexin', didn't even look in a nigga's direction As I ran the intersection Went to Short Dog's house, they was watchin' Yo! MTV Raps What's the haps on the craps? Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em Roll 'em in a circle of niggas And watch me break 'em with the 7, 7-11, 7-11 7, even back door Little Joe I picked up the cash flow Then we played bones, and I'm yellin': "Domino!" Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central LA Today was a good day Left my nigga's house paid Picked up a girl been tryna fuck since the 12th grade It's ironic, I had the brew, she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy and killed the punani And my dick runs deep, so deep So deep put her ass to sleep Woke her up around one She didn't hesitate to call Ice Cube the top gun Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin' Took another sip of the potion, hit the three-wheel motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her ass off and then chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn't even see a berry flashin' those high beams No helicopter lookin' for a murder Two in the morning, got the Fatburger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read "Ice Cube's a Pimp" (Yeah) Drunk as hell, but no throwin' up Halfway home and my pager still blowin' up Today I didn't even have to use my AK I gotta say, it was a good day Hey, wait, wait a minute! Pooh, stop this shit! What the fuck am I thinkin' about?

Through the Wire

rap

Kanye West

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Last October Grammy-nominated producer KANYE WEST was in a nearly fatal car accident. His jaw was fractured in nearly three places. Two weeks later he recorded this song with his mouth still wired shut... so the world could feel his pain! Yo, Gee, they can't stop me from rappin', can they? Can they, Hop? Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire, even through the fire I spit it through the wire, man There's too much stuff on my heart right now, man I'd gladly risk it all right now It's a life-or-death situation, man Y'all, y'all don't really understand how I feel right now, man It's your boy, Kanye to the... Chi-Town, what's goin' on? Uh-huh, yeah, yeah I drink a Boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dessert Somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp That right there could drive a sane man berserk Not to worry, Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back to wizzerk How do you console my mom or give her light support Tellin' her her son's on life support? And just imagine how my girl feel On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like Emmett Till She was with me before the deal, she'd been tryna be mine She a Delta, so she'd been throwin' that Dynasty sign No use in me tryna be lyin', I been tryna be signed Tryin' to be a millionaire, how I used two lifelines In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died The doctor said I had blood clots, but I ain't Jamaican, man Story on MTV and I ain't tryna make a band I swear, this right here, history in the makin', man Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire, even through the fire I really apologize for everything right now If it's unclear at all, man They got my mouth wired shut For like... I dunno, the doctor said like six weeks Y'know, he had, I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw I looked in the mirror And half my jaw was in the back of my mouth, man I couldn't believe it But I'm still here for y'all right now, man This what I got to say right here, dawg Yeah, turn me up, yeah, uh What if somebody from the Chi' that was ill got a deal On the hottest rap label around? But he wasn't talkin' 'bout coke and birds It was more like spoken word, 'cept he's really puttin' it down? And he explained the story 'bout how Blacks came from glory And what we need to do in the game Good dude, bad night, right place, wrong time In the blink of a eye, his whole life changed If you could feel how my face felt You would know how Mase felt (Mason Betha!) Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe belt I swear to God, driver two wanna sue I got a lawyer for the case, to keep what's in my safe safe My dawgs couldn't tell if I... I looked like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky, it was televised There's been an accident like GEICO They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael I must got a angel, 'cause look how death missed his ass Unbreakable, what, you thought they'd call me Mr. Glass? Look back on my life like the Ghost of Christmas Past Toys "R" Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash And I still won't grow up, I'm a grown-ass kid Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire, even through the fire Y'know what I'm sayin'? When the doctor told me I had, um That I was gonna have to have a plate in my chin I said, "Dawg, don't you realize I'll never make it on a plane now?" "It's bad enough I got all this jewelry on!" You can't be serious, man

California Love

rap

2Pac

{"Dr. Dre","Roger Troutman"}

California love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of L.A In the city of good ol' Watts In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin' Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hemp be The state where you never find a dance floor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean mean money-making-machines servin' fiends I been in the game for ten years makin' rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearin' Sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin', lookin' like I robbed Liberace It's all good, from Diego to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city makin' pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre puttin' it down for Californ-i-a California knows how to party California knows how to party (Yes, they do) In the city of L.A In the city of good ol' Watts In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin' Shake, shake it, baby Shake, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreamin' Soon as I step on the scene, I'm hearin' hoochies screamin' Fiendin' for money and alcohol, the life of a Westside player Where cowards die and the strong ball Only in Cali where we riot, not rally, to live and die In L.A. we wearin' Chucks, not Ballys (Yeah, that's right) Dressed in Locs and Khaki suits, and ride is what we do Flossin' but have caution: we collide with other crews Famous because we throw grams Worldwide, let them recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans Bumpin' and grindin' like a slow jam It's Westside, so you know the Row won't bow down to no man Say what you say, but give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of L.A From Oakland to Sac-town, the Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put their mack down; give me love! California knows how to party California knows how to party (Yes, they do) In the city of L.A In the city of good ol' Watts In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin' South Central Uh, that's right Now make it shake Shake, shake it, baby Shake, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake it, Cali Uh, uh, West Coast Uh, yeah, uh, uh, Long Beach in the house Uh, yeah, Oaktown Oakland definitely in the house Frisco, Frisco And you know L.A. up in here Pasadena, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood Inglewood always up to no good Even Hollywood tryin' to get a piece, baby Sacramento, Sacramento where you at? Throw it up, y'all! Throw it up, throw it up! I can't see ya Let's show these fools how we do it over on this Westside 'Cause you and I know it's the best side Yeah, that's right West Coast, West Coast

Nuthin But a G Thang

rap

Dr. Dre

{"Snoop Dogg"}

One, two, three and to the four Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door Ready to make an entrance so back on up 'Cause you know we're 'bout to rip shit up Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby Two loced out niggas going crazy Death Row is the label that pays me Unfadeable so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah) But, um, back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected so I'ma let 'em understand From a young G's perspective And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive You never know, she could be earnin' her man and learnin' her man And at the same time burnin' her man Now, you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff It's like this and like that and like this and a- It's like that and like this and like that and a- It's like this and like that and like this and a- Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom Well, I'm peepin' and I'm creepin' and I'm creepin' But I damn near got caught 'cause my beeper kept beepin' Now it's time for me to make my impression felt So sit back, relax, and strap on your seat belt You never been on a ride like this befo' With a producer who can rap and control the micstro At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know and I know, I flow some old funky shit To add to my collection, the selection Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke If you do, you'll have no clue Of what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do It's like this and like that and like this and a- It's like that and like this and like that and a- It's like this, and who gives a fuck about those? So just chill 'til the next episode You've got the feeling Rock the other side You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah) Fallin' back on that ass with a hellafied gangsta lean Gettin' funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens It's the capital S, oh, yes, I'm fresh, N, double-O, P D, O, double-G, Y, D, O, double-G, you see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolemite Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit (Hell yeah) So, Dre (What up, Dogg?) Gotta give 'em what they want (What's that, G?) We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah) And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton) Is where it takes place, so when asked, your attention Mobbin' like a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin' Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucker niggas mumble When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble Try to get close and your ass'll get smacked My motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin' But if I got my nina, then you know I'm straight trippin' And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mac down And if you bitches talk shit, I have to put the smack down Yeah, and you don't stop I told ya I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock But I'm never off, always on to the break of dawn C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they call Long Beach Puttin' the shit together Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better Like this, that and this and a- It's like that and like this and like that and a- It's like this, and who gives a fuck about those? So just chill 'til the next episode You've got the feeling Rock the other side You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah) You've got the feeling Rock the other side You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah) You've got the feeling Rock the other side You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah)

BedRock

rap

Young Money

{Lloyd}

I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Young Money) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Kane is in the building, nigga) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock I-I-I-I can make your bed rock Uh, she got that good-good, she Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her, or her attractive ass And now we murderers, because we kill time I knock her lights out and she still shine I hate to see her go but I love to watch her leave But I keep her running back and forth; soccer team Cold as a winter's day, hot as a summer's eve Young Money thieves steal your love and leave I like the way you walking if you walking my way I'm that Red Bull, now let's fly away Let's buy a place, with all kind of space I'll let you be the judge, and-and-and I'm the case I'm Gudda Gudda, I put her under I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder She don't ever wonder, 'cause she know she bad And I got her, nigga: grocery bag Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby Wanna spend it all on you, baby My room is the G-spot Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ayy!) Okay, I get it, let me think, I guess it's my turn Maybe it's time to put this pussy on your sideburns He say I'm bad, he prob'ly right He pressing me like button-downs on a Friday night I'm so pretty like, be on my pedal bike Be on my low starch, be on my egg whites He say, "Nicki don't stop, you the bestest" And I'd just be coming off the top, asbestos I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi I race for your love, "Shake'n Bake" Ricky Bobby I'm at the W, but I can't meet you in the lobby Girl, I gotta watch my back, 'cause I'm not just anybody I seen em stand in line just to get beside her I let her see the Aston and let the rest surprise her That's when we disappear, you need GPS to find her Oh, that was your girl? I thought I recognized her Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby Wanna spend it all on you, baby My room is the G-spot Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ayy!) She like tanning, I like staying in She like romance and I like rolling with friends She said I'm caged in, I think her conscience is She's watching that Oxygen, I'm watching ESPN But when that show ends, she all over my skin, lotion Slow-mo motions, rollercoastin' Like back, forth, hold it She poses like it's for posters and I poke like I'm suppose to Take this photo if you for me, she said: "Don't you ever show this!" I'm too loyal and too focused To be losing and be hopeless When I spoke this, she rejoiced it, said "Your words get me open" So I closed it, where your clothes is? I'm only loving for the moment She ain't got a man, but she's not alone Miss Independent, yeah, she got her own Hey gorgeous, um, I mean flawless, well That's what you are, how I see it is how I call it, yeah Look-look at how she walk, m-hmm, she know she bad Do-do your thang baby, I ain't even mad And I ain't leavin' fast, I'ma stay awhile Hold your head, Chris, I-I'ma take it down! Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby Wanna spend it all on you, baby My room is the G-spot Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock (Young Money, Yea , Yea) (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Gudda Gudda, T-Streets, Mack Maine, J Millz) (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ayy!) (Tyga Tyga) Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby (Drizzy Drake, Nicki Minaj) Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Hey Chanel, Lil Twist, Lil Chuckie, and Young Lloyd, AYEE!) My room is the G-spot Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (We Young Money) (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ayy!)

Marshall Mathers

rap

Eminem

{}

You know, I just don't get it Last year I was nobody, this year I'm selling records Now everybody wants to come around Like I owe 'em somethin' The fuck you want from me, ten-million dollars? Get the fuck outta here You see, I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me) Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin' You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin' Or leanin' out a window with a cocked shotgun Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot Pac in Looking for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off 'cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!) An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What's this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars! All I see is sissies in magazines smilin' Whatever happened to wilin' out and being violent? Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin' And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken? New Kids on the Block suck a lot of dick Boy, girl groups make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public I'ma love it (Hahaha) Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh-uh), he said some shit in Vibe to spite me (Yo) Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Haha) A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run around screamin' "I don't care, just bite me!" (Na-na) I think I was put here to annoy the world And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer (Hehe) And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (Fuckin' punks) And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' faggots the fuck out Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out (ahh) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck - blaow! Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road south of 10 And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails "Slim Anus"? You damn right, slim anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me (You talk about me) Come and see me on the streets alone If you assholes doubt me (Assholes doubt me) And if you wanna run your mouth Then come take your best shot at me (Best shot at me) Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy Now because of this blonde mop that's on top Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? The underground just spunned around and did a 360 Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies "Oh, he just did some shit with Missy So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy" My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten-million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin' Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit? All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress Which is it, bitch: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? It doesn't matter, faggot Talkin' about I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Ugh!) So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do? For every million I make, another relative sues Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper All of a sudden I got ninety-some cousins (Hey it's me!) A half-brother and sister who never seen me Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV Now everybody's so happy and proud I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey!) And then to top it off I walked to the newsstand To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help Uh, here, "XXL! XXL!" Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Aw, fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me) Because I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)

Hit Em Up

rap

2Pac

{Outlawz}

Sucka-ass I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka! (Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas (Take money) (You know) You know who the realest is (Take money) niggas, we bring it too That's a'ight, ha ha (Take money) First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real Gs Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace! I'll let them niggas know it's on for life Don't let the Westside ride tonight (Ha ha) Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up! (Yeah) Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'ma let my lil' homies ride On you bitch-made ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga With the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer Your clout petty/sour, I push packages every hour; I hit 'em up! Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, we hit 'em up! Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas gettin' killed with your mouths open Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin' Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high Niggas think they learned to fly But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me All you niggas livin' bummy while you fuckin' with me I'm a self-made millionaire Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha) Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house? Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit 'em up! I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up? Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck, is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker Softer than Alizé with a chaser About to get murdered for the paper E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke Thug Life, niggas better be knowin' We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin' No need for hopin', it's a battle lost I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off Nigga, I hit 'em up! Now you tell me who won I see them, they run, hahahaha They don't wanna see us Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin' up tryna be us How the fuck they gonna be the mob When we always on our job? We millionaires Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us? You little young-ass motherfuckers Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin'? You're fuckin' with me, nigga You fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack You better back the fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it! But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama Fuck you and yo' motherfuckin' mama! We gon' kill all you motherfuckers! Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth With a motherfuckin' opinion Well, this is how we gonna do this: fuck Mobb Deep! Fuck Biggie! Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherfuckin' crew! And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too! Chino XL, fuck you too! All you motherfuckers, fuck you too! (Take money, take money) All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow! Motherfucker, my .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow! You motherfuckers can't be us or see us We motherfuckin' Thug Life ridas Westside 'til we die! Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya We'll bomb on you motherfuckers! We do our job! You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob! Ain't nothin' but killas And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckas belts You know how it is: when we drop records, they felt You niggas can't feel it, we the realest Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killas!

Pursuit of Happiness Nightmare

rap

Kid Cudi

{MGMT,Ratatat}

Mmmm, ay-oh Hey... Ratatat, yeah! Na-na-na-nah Na-na-na-nah Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Feelin' lit, feelin' right, 2 AM, summer night I don't care, hand on the wheel Driving drunk, I'm doing my thing Rolling the Midwest side and out Living my life, getting out dreams People told me slow my roll, I'm screaming out "Fuck that" I'ma do just what I want, looking ahead, no turning back If I fall, if I die, know I lived it to the fullest If I fall, if I die, know I lived and missed some bullets I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good Tell me what you know about dreamin', dreamin'? You don't really know about nothin', nothin' Tell me what you know about the night terrors every night 5 AM, cold sweats, waking up to the sky Tell me what you know about dreams, dreams? Tell me what you know about night terrors? Nothing You don't really care about the trials of tomorrow Rather lay awake in the bed full of sorrow I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good I'm on the pursuit of happiness I know everything that shine ain't always gold I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good Pursuit of happiness, yeah I gon' get it, I'll be good Oh... Oh man, oh, ugh... Room's spinning, room's spinning... Pat, Zuli... Oh fuck Oh my God, why'd I drink so much and smoke so much? Oh Oh, fuck

Till I Collapse

rap

Eminem

{"Nate Dogg"}

'Cause sometimes you just feel tired Yo, left, yo, left Feel weak and when you feel weak Yo, left, right, left You feel like you wanna just give up Yo, left, yo left But you gotta search within you Yo, left, right, left Try to find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you Yo, left, yo left And get that motivation to not give up Yo, left, right, left And not be a quitter, no matter how bad Yo, left, yo left You wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse Yo, left, right, left 'Til I collapse I'm spillin' these raps long as you feel 'em 'Til the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin' 'em 'Cause when I am not, then I'ma stop pennin' 'em And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem Subliminal thoughts, when I'ma stop sendin' 'em? Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stop Amoxicillin's just not real enough The criminal, cop-killin', hip-hop villain A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners You're comin' with me, feel it or not You're gonna fear it like I showed ya the spirit of God lives in us You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzin' up? Fa' shizzle, my wizzle, this is the plot, listen up You bizzles forgot, Slizzle does not give a fuck 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me Music is like magic, there's a certain feelin' you get When you real and you spit, and people are feelin' your shit This is your moment, and every single minute you spend Tryna hold on to it 'cause you may never get it again So while you're in it, try to get as much shit as you can And when your run is over, just admit when it's at its end 'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in It goes: Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie André from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas, and then me But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy So when I'm not put on this list, the shit does not offend me That's why you see me walk around like nothing's botherin' me Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with me You hate it, but you know respect you got to give me The press's wet dream, like Bobby and Whitney - Nate, hit me! 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an MC's heart What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart And it's absurd how people hang on every word I'll prob'ly never get the props I feel I ever deserve But I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first 'Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothin' could ever be worse That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers But I don't wanna go forth and back in constant battles The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers So this is like a full-blown attack I'm launchin' at 'em The track is on some battlin' raps, who wants some static? 'Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters A plaque and platinum status is wack if I'm not the baddest, so 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me Until the roof, until the roof The roof comes off, the roof comes off Until my legs, until my legs Give out from underneath me I, I will not fall, I will stand tall Feels like no one could beat me

Ms. Jackson

rap

OutKast

{}

Yeah, this one right here goes out To all the baby's mamas' mamas Mamas, mamas, baby mamas' mamas Yeah, go like this I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times My baby's drama mama don't like me She be doin' things like havin' them boys Come from her neighborhood to the studio, tryna fight me She needs to get a piece of the American pie and take her bite out That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable and turn the lights out And let her know her grandchild is a baby and not a pay check Private school, daycare, shit, medical bills-I pay that I love your mom and everything But see, I ain't the only one who laid down She wanna rib you up to start a custody war My lawyers stay down She never got a chance to hear my side of the story We was divided She had fish fries, cookouts for my child's birthday, I ain't invited Despite it I show her the utmost respect when I fall through All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Me and your daughter got a special thang goin' on You say it's puppy love; we say it's full-grown (Arroof) Hope that we feel this, feel this way forever You can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather Ms. Jackson Ten times out of nine, now if I'm lyin', find The quickest muzzle, throw it on my mouth and I'll decline King meets queen, then the puppy love thing Together dream 'bout that crib with the Goodyear swing On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever Forever, forever ever? Forever, ever? Forever never seems that long until you're grown And notice that the day-by-day ruler can't be too wrong Ms. Jackson, my intentions were good, I wish I could Become a magician to abracadabra all the sadder Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he Asking what happened to the feeling that her and me had I pray so much about it, need some knee pads It happened for a reason, one can't be mad So know this, know that everything's cool And yes, I will be present on the first day of school and graduation I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times "Look at the way he treats me" Shit, look at the way you treat me You see, your little nosy-ass homegirls Done got your ass sent up the creek, G Without a paddle, you left to straddle and ride this thing on out Now you and your girl ain't speakin' no more 'Cause my dick all in her mouth Know what I'm talkin' about? Jealousy, infidelity, envy, cheating, beating In the year 2G, they be the same thing So who you placin' the blame on? You keep on singin' the same song; let bygones be bygones And you can go on and get the hell on, you and your mama I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times

Rappers Delight

rap

Sugarhill Gang

{}

I said a hip-hop, the hippie, the hippie To the hip, hip-hop and you don't stop the rockin' To the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat Now, what you hear is not a test, I'm rapping to the beat And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet You see, I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello A to the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow But first, I gotta bang-bang the boogie to the boogie Say up jump the boogie to the bang-bang boogie Let's rock, you don't stop Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock Well so far you've heard my voice, a but I brought two friends along And next on the mic is my man Hank, come on, Hank, sing that song Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons I'll tell you why You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a tee You see, I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the wack I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which is really on the wall I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money a than a sucker could ever spend But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today?" (Say what?) 'Cause I'ma get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn" You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend A Master Gee, a my mellow? It's on you so what you gonna do? Well it's on and on and on, on and on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee Well, my name is known all over the world By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls I'm going down in history As the baddest rapper there ever could be Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows The beat starts getting into your toes You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat And then damn, you start doing the freak I said damn, a right outta your seat Then you throw your hands high in the air You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere You're rocking to the beat without a care With the sure-shot MCs for the affair Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang But I rap to the beat just the same I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes All I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize Singing on and on and on, on and on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn A singing on and on and on, on and on Like a hot ready to pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop A come alive, y'all gimme what you got I guess by now you can take a hunch And find that I am the baby of the bunch But that's okay, I still keep in stride 'Cause all I'm here to do is just a wiggle your behind Singing on and on and on, on and on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn A singing on and on and on, on and on Rock-rock, y'all, a get on the floor I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak you there I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere 'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind I'll put the t-t-tickets in your behind I said a 1-2-3-4, come on, girls, a get on the floor A come alive, y'all, a gimme what ya got 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waiting for? Said a hip-hop, the hippie to the hippie The hip, hip-a-hop and you don't stop rockin' To the bang-bang, the boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat A-skiddlee bebop, we rock a scooby doo And guess what, America, we love you A 'cause ya rock and a roll with a so much soul You could rock 'til you're hundred and one years old I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast But we're like hot butter on a breakfast toast We rock it up, a baby bubba Baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang, the boogie To the beat, beat, it's so unique Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat A hip-hop, the hippie, the hippie To the hip, hip-hop and you don't stop A rock it out, baby bubba, to the boogie, the bang-bang The boogie to the boogie, the beat I say I can't wait 'til the end of the week When I'm rapping to the rhythm of a groovy beat An attempt to raise your body heat A just blow your mind so a that you can't speak A do a thing, but a rock and shuffle your feet And let it change up to a dance called the freak And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat Rest a little while so ya don't get weak I know a man named Hank He has more rhymes than a serious bank So come on, Hank, a sing that song A to the rhythm of the boogie, the bang-bang, the bong Well, I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies pimp The women fight for my delight But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs That shock the house for the young ladies And when you come inside, into the front You do the freak, spank, and do the bump And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point We're treacherous trio, a with a serious joint A from sun to sun and from day to day I sit down and write a brand new rhyme Because they say that miracles never cease I've created a devastating masterpiece I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist Everybody, I say it goes like this Well, I was coming home late one dark afternoon Reporter stopped me for a interview She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables This young reporter, I did adore So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you The Casanova legend must have been true" I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?" Said "I go by the name Lois Lane" And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose Flying through the air in pantyhose He may be very sexy or even cute But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit" I said, "You need a man who's got finesse And his whole name across his chest He may be able to fly all through the night But can he rock a party 'til the early light? He can't satisfy you with his little worm But I can bust you out with my super sperm" I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it An' I'm here and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere A just throw your hands up in the air And party hardy like you just don't care Let's do it, a don't stop, y'all, a tick a tock, y'all, you don't stop It go, "Hotel, motel, a what you gonna do today?" (Say what?) 'Cause I'm gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn" You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend I say skip, dive, what can I say? I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ So I just take half and bust them out I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house It was twelve o'clock a one Friday night I was rocking to the beat and feeling alright Everybody was dancing on the floor Doing all the things they never did before And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean She came into the bar, she came into the scene As she traveled deeper inside the room All the fellas checked out her white Sassons She came up to the table, looked into my eyes Then she turned around and shook her behind So I said to myself, its time for me to release My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece And now people in the house, this is just for you A little rap to make you boogaloo Now, the group ya hear is called Phase 2 And let me tell ya something we're a hell of a crew Once a week we're on the street Just a cutting the jams and making it freak For you to party, got to have the moves So we'll get right down and give you a groove For you to dance you got to be hype So we'll get right down and make ya rock Now the system's on and the girls are there You definitely have a rocking affair But let me tell ya something, there's still one fact That to have a party, got to have a rap So when the party's over you're making it home And trying to sleep before the break of dawn And while ya sleeping, you start to dream And thinking how ya danced on the disco scene A name appears in your mind Yeah, a name you know that was right on time It was Phase 2 a just a doing the do Rocking ya down 'cause ya know we could To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak A come alive, girls, a get on your feet To the rhythm of the beat, to the beat, the beat To the double beat-beat that it makes ya freak To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on On and on until the break of dawn Now I got a man coming on right now He's guaranteed to throw down He goes by the name of Wonder Mike A come on, Wonder Mike, do what ya like I say, a can of beer that's sweeter than honey Like a millionaire that has no money Like a rainy day that is not wet Like a gambling fiend that does not bet Like Dracula without his fangs Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie-bang Like collard greens that don't taste good Like a tree that's not made out of wood Like going up and not coming down Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound To the beat, beat, ya do the freak Everybody just rock and dance to the beat Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat And the food just ain't no good? I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed And the chicken tastes like wood A so you try to play it off like you think you can By saying that you're full And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull" A so your heart starts pumping and you think of a lie And you say that you already ate And your friend says, "Man, there's plenty of food" So you pile some more on your plate But while the stinky food's steaming, your mind starts to dreaming Of the moment that it's time to leave And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rotting Into something that looks like cheese Oh, so you say that's it, I got to leave this place I don't care what these people think I'm just sitting here making myself nauseous With this ugly food that stinks Oh, so you bust out the door while it's still closed Still sick from the food you ate And then you run to the store for quick relief From a bottle of Kaopectate And then you call your friend a two weeks later To see how he has been And he says "I understand about the food Baby bubba, but we're still friends" A with a hip-hop, the hippie to the hippie The hip, hip-hop and you don't stop the rockin' To the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat I said, "A Hank, a can ya rock? Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop? A can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?" I said, "A come on, make, m-make the people move" I go toot the horns and then ring the bell Because I am the man with the clientele And if ya ask me why I rock so well I'm Big Bank, I got clientele And from the time I was only six years old I never forgot what I was told It was the best advice that I ever had It came from my wise dear old dad He said, "Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you And don't say a word until I'm through Now there's a time to laugh, a time to cry A time to live and a time to die A time to break and a time to chill To act civilized or act real ill But whatever ya do in your lifetime Ya never let a MC steal your rhyme" So from '66 to this very day I'll always remember what he had to say So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style I let them know that I'm versatile I got style, finesse and a little black book That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look But the thing that separates you from me And that is called originality Because my rhymes are on from what you've heard I didn't even bite, not a god**** word And I say a little more later on tonight So the sucker MCs can bite all night A tick a tock, y'all, a beat-beat y'all A lets rock, y'all, ya don't stop It go, "Hotel, motel, a whatcha gonna do today?" (Say what?) 'Cause I'ma get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, and drive off in a def OJ Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn" You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friends A like that, y'all, a to the beat, y'all A beat-beat, y'all, ya don't stop A Master Gee, am I mellow? It's on you, so whatcha gonna do? Well, like Johnny Carson on the late show A like Frankie Crocker in stereo A like the Bar-Kays singing "Holy Ghost" The sounds I throw down, a they're played the most Just a like my man, a Captain Sky Whose name he earned with his super sperm We rock and we don't stop A get off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got A to the beat that it makes you freak And come alive girl, a get on your feet A like a Perry Mason without a case Like Farrah Fawcett without her face Like the Bar-Kays on the mic Like getting right down for you tonight Like moving your body so ya don't know how Right to the rhythm and throw down Like coming alive to the Master Gee The brother who rocks so viciously I said the age of one, my life begun At the age of two, I was doing the do At the age of three, it was you and me Rocking to the sounds of the Master Gee At the age of four, I was on the floor Giving all the freaks what they bargained for At the age of five, I didn't take no jive 'Cause with the Master Gee, it's all the way live At the age of six, I was a picking up sticks Rapping to the beat, my stick was fixed At the age of seven, I was rocking in heaven Don't ya know I went off? I gotta run on down to the beat, you see Getting right on down, making all the girls Just take of their clothes to the beat, the beat To the double beat-beat that makes you freak At the age of eight I was a really great 'Cause every night, you see, I had a date At the age of nine I was a right on time 'Cause every night I had a party rhyme We're going on and on, and on, on and on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn A saying on and on, and on, on and on Like a hot buttered the pop the pop the popcorn A going on and on, and don't ya dare stop A rock-rock, y'all, a gimme what ya got 'Cause I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mic I am the definite freak's delight I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mic I am the definite freak's delight They call me the Master Gee, you see The brother who rocks so viciously I'm gonna move ya here, I'm gonna move ya there I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere 'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shocks your mind I'll put the t-t-tickets in your behind Said, just rock it to the east and move it to the west Move it toward the lady you love-love the best Master Gee, get it on Taggin' all the girls, goin' down (Gimme time, I'ma shock your mind) (A come and jig-jig-jigglin' your behind)

Stronger

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Kanye West

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Work it, make it, do it, makes us Harder, better, faster, stronger N-Now th-that that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waiting all night now That's how long I been on ya (Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger) (I need you right now!) (More than ever, hour after hour Work-) (I need you right now!) Let's get lost tonight You could be my black Kate Moss tonight Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight And you don't give a fuck what they all say, right? Awesome, the Christian in Christian Dior Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore I ask, 'cause I'm not sure Do anybody make real shit anymore? Bow in the presence of greatness 'Cause right now, thou hast forsaken us You should be honored by my lateness That I would even show up to this fake shit So go ahead, go nuts, go apeshit! 'Specially in my Pastellé, on my Bape shit Act like you can't tell who made this New Gospel, homie, take six And take this, haters! N-Now th-that that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waiting all night now That's how long I been on ya (Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger) (I need you right now!) (More than ever, hour after hour Work-) (I need you right now!) Me likey! I don't know if you got a man or not If you made plans or not If God put me in your plans or not I'm trippin', this drink got me saying a lot But I know that God put you in front of me So how the hell could you front on me? There's a thousand you's, there's only one of me I'm trippin', I'm caught up in the moment, right? 'Cause it's Louis Vuitton Don night So we gon' do everything that Kan like Heard they'd do anything for a Klondike Well, I'd do anything for a blonde dyke And she'll do anything for the limelight And we'll do anything when the time's right Uh, baby, you're makin' it- (Harder, better, faster, stronger) N-Now th-that that don't kill me (Oh) Can only make me stronger (Oh) I need you to hurry up now (Oh) 'Cause I can't wait much longer (Oh) I know I got to be right now (Oh) 'Cause I can't get much wronger (Oh) Man, I've been waiting all night now That's how long I been on ya (Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger) (I need you right now!) (I need you right now!) You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Baby, you're makin' it (Harder, better, faster, stronger) N-Now th-that that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waiting all night now That's how long I been on ya (Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger) (I need you right now!) (I need you right now!) Right now! Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now!) (I need you right now!) You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya Told ya, told ya Never told ya...told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya...told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya...told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya...told ya, told ya, told ya Never over...Never over... Never over... Never over... Never over...Never over... Never over... Never over... (Harder, better, faster, stronger) Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over

Not Afraid

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Eminem

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I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) Yeah To take a stand (To take a stand) It's been a ride Everybody (Everybody) I guess I had to Come take my hand (Come take my hand) Go to that place to get to this one We'll walk this road together, through the storm Now some of you Whatever weather, cold or warm Might still be in that place Just lettin' you know that you're not alone If you're tryna get out Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road Just follow me, I'll get you there You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em 'Cause ain't no way I'ma let you stop me from causin' mayhem When I say I'ma do somethin', I do it, I don't give a damn what you think I'm doin' this for me, so fuck the world Feed it beans, it's gassed up if it thinks it's stoppin' me I'ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt, undoubtably And all those who look down on me, I'm tearin' down your balcony No ifs, ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he From Infinite down to the last Relapse album he's Still shittin' whether he's on salary, paid hourly Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him Whichever comes first, for better or worse He's married to the game Like a "fuck you" for Christmas, his gift is a curse Forget the Earth, he's got the urge to pull his dick from the dirt And fuck the whole universe I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (To take a stand) Everybody (Everybody) Come take my hand (Come take my hand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin' you know that you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road Okay, quit playin' with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in a rhythm for you to know it's a wrap You said you was king, you lied through your teeth For that, fuck your feelings Instead of gettin' crowned, you're gettin' capped And to the fans, I'll never let you down again, I'm back I promise to never go back on that promise In fact, let's be honest, that last Relapse CD was "ehh" Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground Relax, I ain't goin' back to that now All I'm tryna say is get back, click-clack-blaow! 'Cause I ain't playin' around There's a game called circle and I don't know how I'm way too up to back down But I think I'm still tryna figure this crap out Thought I had it mapped out But I guess I didn't, this fuckin' black cloud still follows me around But it's time to exorcise these demons These ma'fuckers are doin' jumpin' jacks now I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (To take a stand) Everybody (Everybody) Come take my hand (Come take my hand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin' you know that you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road And I just can't keep livin' this way So startin' today I'm breakin' out of this cage I'm standin' up, I'ma face my demons I'm mannin' up, I'ma hold my ground I've had enough, now I'm so fed up Time to put my life back together right now It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you So I could come back a brand-new me You helped see me through And don't even realize what you did, 'cause believe me you I've been through the wringer But they can do little to the middle finger I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers And drop dead: no more beef lingers No more drama from now on, I promise To focus solely on handlin' my responsibilities as a father So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof like my daughters and raise it You couldn't lift a single shingle on it 'Cause the way I feel, I'm strong enough to go to the club Or the corner pub and lift the whole liquor counter up 'Cause I'm raisin' the bar I'd shoot for the moon, but I'm too busy gazin' at stars I feel amazin', and I'm- I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (To take a stand) Everybody (Everybody) Come take my hand (Come take my hand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin' you know that you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road

Straight Outta Compton

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N.W.A

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You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge Straight outta Compton! Crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggas Wit Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed-off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if you fuck with me The police are gonna have to come and get me Off your ass, that's how I'm going out For the punk motherfuckers that's showing out Niggas start to mumble, they wanna rumble Mix 'em and cook 'em in a pot, like gumbo Going off on the motherfucker like that With a gat that's pointed at your ass So give it up smooth Ain't no telling when I'm down for a jack move Here's a murder rap to keep y'all dancin' With a crime record like Charles Manson AK-47 is the tool Don't make me act a motherfucking fool Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe I'm knocking niggas out the box, daily Yo, weekly, monthly and yearly Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly That I'm down with the capital C-P-T Boy, you can't fuck with me So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck 'Cause Ice Cube is crazy as fuck As I leave, believe I'm stompin' But when I come back boy, I'm coming straight outta Compton (Compton Compton Compton) (City of Compton, City of Compton) Yo, Ren! (What's up?) Tell 'em where you from! Straight outta Compton, another crazy-ass nigga More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger I'm a bad motherfucker, and you know this But the pussy-ass niggas won't show this But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps If not from the records, from jacking or craps Just like burglary, the definition is jacking And when I'm legally armed it's called packing Shoot a motherfucker in a minute I find a good piece of pussy and go up in it So if you're at a show in the front row I'ma call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to But that shows me, slut, you're not opposed to A crazy motherfucker from the street Attitude legit, 'cause I'm tearing up shit MC Ren controls the automatic For any dumb motherfucker that starts static Not the right hand, 'cause I'm the hand itself Every time I pull an AK off the shelf The security is maximum and that's a law R-E-N spells Ren, but I'm raw See, 'cause I'm the motherfucking villain The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin' That's taking place without a clue And once you're on the scope, your ass is through Look, you might take it as a trip But a nigga like Ren is on a gangsta tip Straight outta Compton (Compton Compton Compton) (City of Compton, City of Compton) Eazy is his name, and the boy is coming Straight outta Compton Is a brother that'll smother your mother And make your sister think I love her Dangerous motherfucker raising hell And if I ever get caught, I make bail See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem I see a motherfucking cop, I don't dodge him But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while And when I see a punk pass, I smile To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showing a nigga driving But don't know where the fuck he's going, just rolling Looking for the one they call Eazy But here's a flash, they'll never seize me Ruthless, never seen, like a shadow in the dark Except when I unload You see a spark and jump over hesitation And hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration Feel a little gust of wind and I'm jetting But leave a memory no one'll be forgetting So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her! You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker This is an autobiography of the E And if you ever fuck with me You'll get taken by a stupid dope brother who will smother Word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton (Compton Compton Compton) (City of Compton, City of Compton) Damn, that shit was dope!

Heartless

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Kanye West

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In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? How could you be so Cold as the winter wind when it breeze, yo? Just remember that you talkin' to me though You need to watch the way you talkin' to me, yo I mean, after all the things that we been through I mean, after all the things we got into Ayo, I know of some things that you ain't told me Ayo, I did some things but that's the old me And now you wanna get me back and you gon' show me So you walk around like you don't know me You got a new friend, well, I got homies But in the end, it's still so lonely In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? How could you be so Dr. Evil? You're bringin' out a side of me that I don't know I decided we wasn't gon' speak so Why we up 3 AM on the phone? Why do she be so mad at me fo'? Homie, I don't know, she's hot and cold I won't stop, won't mess my groove up 'Cause I already know how this thing go You run and tell your friends that you're leavin' me They say that they don't see what you see in me You wait a couple of months, then you gon' see You'll never find nobody better than me In the night, I hear 'em talk (Me) The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? Talk and talk and talk and talk Baby, let's just knock it off They don't know what we been through They don't know 'bout me and you So I got somethin' new to see And you just gon' keep hatin' me And we just gon' be enemies I know you can't believe I could just leave it wrong And you can't make it right I'm gon' take off tonight into the night In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? (How, how?) Oh, how could you be so heartless? On and on and on and on And on and, and on and on and on

99 Problems

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JAY-Z

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If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one I've got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed Rap critics that say he's Money, Cash, Hoes I'm from the hood, stupid! What type of facts are those? If you grew up with holes in your zapatos You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough I'm like, "Fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole! If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward." Got beef with radio if I don't play they show They don't play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads Fuckers, I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay Z has I'm from rags to riches, niggas, I ain't dumb I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me! 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me! The year is '94, in my trunk is raw In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin' law Got two choices, y'all: pull over the car or Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case So I pull over to the side of the road I heard, "Son, do you know why I'm stopping you for?" 'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low? Do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't know Am I under arrest or should I guess some more? "Well, you was doing 55 in a 54 License and registration and step out of the car Are you carrying a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are." I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my paper's legit "Well, do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?" Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that "Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of lawyer or something? Somebody important or something?" Well, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my shit "Well, we'll see how smart you are when the K9 come!" I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me! 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me! 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong-arm a ho This is not a ho in the sense of havin' a pussy But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try and push me I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform You know the type, loud as a motorbike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' And he and his boys gonna be yappin' to the Captain And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again Back through the system with the riff-raff again Fiends on the floor, scratchin' again Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' em D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again Half a mil' for bail 'cause I'm African All because this fool was harassin' them Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun I got 99 problems, bein' a bitch ain't one - hit me! 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me! You crazy for this one, Rick It's your boy

No Love

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Eminem

{"Lil Wayne"}

Love, love Love, love, love Don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more Young Money, yeah No more Love Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's "Fuck the world," get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout her Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers (No love) I'm rollin' Sweets, I'm smokin' sour Married to the game, but she broke her vows That's why my bars are full of broken bottles And my nightstands are full of open Bibles Uh, I think about more than I forget But I don't go around fire expectin' not to sweat And these niggas know I lay 'em down, make your bed Bitches try to kick me while I'm down, I'll break your leg Money outweighin' problems on a triple beam I'm stickin' to the script, you niggas skippin' scenes Uh, be good or be good at it Fuckin' right, I got my gun, semi-Cartermatic Yeah, put a dick in they mouth, so I guess it's fuck what they say I'm high as a bitch, up, up and away Man, I'll come down in a couple of days Okay, you want me up in the cage? Then I'll come out in beast mode I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G code It's Weezy, motherfucker, Blood gang, and I'm in bleed mode All about my dough, but I don't even check the peephole So you can keep knockin', but won't knock me down No love lost, no love found It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now (Yeah) You kicked me when I was down But what you say just don't (Hurt me) That's right, it don't (Hurt me) And I don't need you (No more) Don't wanna see you (No more) Ha, bitch, you get no (Love) You showed me nothing but hate (Haha!) You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around (Yeah) And I don't need you (Don't hurt me) That's right, you don't (Hurt me) And I don't need you (No more) Don't wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) Ha, bitch, you get (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) And I don't need you (No more) Get 'em! I'm alive again, more alive than I have been In my whole entire life, I can (Yeah) See these people's ears perk up as I begin to spaz with the pen Uh, I'm a little bit sicker than most Shit's finna get thick again, they say the competition is stiff But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in I ain't never giving in again (Yeah) Caution to the wind, complete freedom Look at these rappers, how I treat 'em So why the fuck would I join 'em when I beat 'em? (Yeah!) They call me a freak, 'cause I like to Spit on these pussies 'fore I eat 'em (Haha) Man, get these wack cocksuckers off stage! Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him? (Oh!) Snatch the mic from 'em, bitch, I'ma let you finish in a minute Yeah, that rap was tight, but I'm (Yeah!) 'Bout to spit the greatest verse of all time So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and, um (Yeah!) Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit And start over from scratch and write new ones But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump From the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd (Yeah) You can see the sparks from hot metal (Yeah) Cold-hearted, from the day I Bogarted The game, my soul started to rot, fellow (Yeah) When I'm not even in my harshest You can still get roasted, 'cause Marsh is not mellow 'Til I'm topplin' from the top, I'm not gonna stop I'm standin' on my Monopoly board (Uh) That means I'm on top of my game And it don't stop 'til my hip don't hop anymore (Shit) When you're so good that you can't say it 'Cause it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore (Shit) People just get sick 'cause you spit These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore (Ow!) And you can never break my stride (Nope) You'll never slow the momentum at any moment I'm 'bout to blow, you'll never take my pride Killin' the flow, slow venom And the opponent is gettin' no mercy, mark my words Ain't lettin' up, relentless, I smell blood I don't give a fuck, keep givin' them hell Where was you when I fell and needed help up? You get no love It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now (Uh) You kicked me when I was down But what you say just don't (Hurt me) Yeah, that's right, it don't (Hurt me) And I don't need you (No more) Don't wanna see you (No more) Ha, bitch, you get no (Love) You showed me nothing but hate (Yeah!) You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around And I don't need you (Don't hurt me) That's right, you don't (Hurt me) And I don't need you (No more) Don't wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) Ha, bitch, you get (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) And I don't need you (No more) Ha, bitch, you get (No love)

The Real Slim Shady

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Eminem

{}

May I have your attention, please? May I have your attention, please? Will the real Slim Shady please stand up? I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up? We're gonna have a problem here... Y'all act like you never seen a white person before Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door And started whoopin' her ass worse than before They first were divorced, throwin' her over furniture (Agh!) It's the return of the "Oh, wait, no way, you're kidding He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?" And Dr. Dre said... nothing, you idiots! Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (Ha ha!) Feminist women love Eminem "Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what Flippin' the you-know-who," "Yeah, but he's so cute though" Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose But no worse than what's goin' on in your parents' bedrooms Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose "My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips" And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss And that's the message that we deliver to little kids And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is By the time they hit fourth grade They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they? We ain't nothin' but mammals-well, some of us, cannibals Who cut other people open like cantaloupes But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes- I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records (Nope) Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too! You think I give a damn about a GRAMMY? Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me "But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?" Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here? So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears? Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first Little bitch put me on blast on MTV "Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee" I should download her audio on MP3 And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (Agh!) I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you And there's a million of us just like me Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me Who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? I'm like a head trip to listen to, 'cause I'm only givin' you Things you joke about with your friends inside your livin' room The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all I just get on the mic and spit it And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can Then you wonder: "How can kids eat up these albums like Valiums?" It's funny, 'cause at the rate, I'm going, when I'm thirty I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting Pinching nurse's asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking He could be working at Burger King, spittin' on your onion rings Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck!" With his windows down and his system up So will the real Shady please stand up And put one of those fingers on each hand up? And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go? I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us Fuck it, let's all stand up!

Love the Way You Lie

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Eminem

{Rihanna}

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like And right now, there's a steel knife in my windpipe I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight High off her love, drunk from her hate It's like I'm huffin' paint and I love her, the more I suffer, I suffocate And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me She fuckin' hates me, and I love it - "Wait! Where you going?" - "I'm leaving you!" - "No, you ain't! Come back!" - We're runnin' right back, here we go again It's so insane, 'cause when it's goin' good, it's goin' great I'm Superman with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane But when it's bad, it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snapped, "Who's that dude?", I don't even know his name I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again I guess I don't know my own strength Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you're with 'em? You meet, and neither one of you even know what hit 'em Got that warm fuzzy feelin', yeah, them chills, used to get 'em Now you're gettin' fuckin' sick of lookin' at 'em? You swore you'd never hit 'em, never do nothin' to hurt 'em Now you're in each other's face Spewin' venom in your words when you spit 'em You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, bit 'em Throw 'em down, pin 'em So lost in the moments when you're in 'em It's the rage that took over, it controls you both So they say you're best to go your separate ways Guess that they don't know ya 'Cause today, that was yesterday, yesterday is over It's a different day, sound like broken records playin' over But you promised her, next time you'll show restraint You don't get another chance, life is no Nintendo game But you lied again Now you get to watch her leave out the window Guess that's why they call it window pane Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie Now, I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean Then we fall back into the same patterns, same routine But your temper's just as bad as mine is, you're the same as me When it comes to love you're just as blinded, baby, please Come back, it wasn't you, baby, it was me Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano All I know is I love you too much to walk away though Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall Next time? There won't be no next time! I apologize, even though I know it's lies I'm tired of the games, I just want her back, I know I'm a liar If she ever tries to fuckin' leave again, I'ma tie her To the bed and set this house on fire, just gonna- Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie

POWER

rap

Kanye West

{}

I'm living in that 21st century, doing something mean to it Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it Screams from the haters got a nice ring to it I guess every superhero need his theme music No one man should have all that power The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power (21st-century schizoid man) The system broken, the school's closed, the prison's open We ain't got nothing to lose, motherfucker, we rolling Huh? Motherfucker, we rolling With some light-skinned girls and some Kelly Rowlands In this white man world, we the ones chosen So goodnight, cruel world, I'll see you in the morning Huh? I'll see you in the morning This is way too much, I need a moment No one man should have all that power The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power 'Til then, fuck that, the world's ours And they say, and they say And they say, and they say And they say, and they say (21st-century schizoid man) Fuck SNL and the whole cast Tell them Yeezy said they can kiss my whole ass More specifically, they can kiss my asshole I'm an asshole? You niggas got jokes You short-minded niggas' thoughts is Napoleon My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in I embody every characteristic of the egotistic He knows he's so fuckin' gifted I just needed time alone with my own thoughts Got treasures in my mind, but couldn't open up my own vault My childlike creativity, purity, and honesty Is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts Reality is catching up with me Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody With these responsibilities that they entrusted me As I look down at my diamond-encrusted piece Thinking no one man should have all that power The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the powder 'Til then, fuck that, the world's ours And they say, and they say And they say, and they say And they say, and they say (21st-century schizoid man) Colin Powells, Austin Powers Lost in translation with a whole fuckin' nation They say I was the abomination of Obama's nation Well, that's a pretty bad way to start the conversation At the end of the day, goddamnit, I'm killing this shit I know damn well y'all feeling this shit I don't need your pussy, bitch, I'm on my own dick I ain't gotta power trip, who you goin' home with? How Ye doing? I'm survivin' I was drinkin' earlier, now I'm drivin' Where the bad bitches, huh? Where you hidin'? I got the power make your life so excitin' Now this will be a beautiful death I'm jumping out the window, I'm letting everything go I'm letting everything go Mmm, now this will be a beautiful death I'm jumping out the window, I'm letting everything go I'm letting everything go Now this will be a beautiful death Jumping out the window, letting everything go Letting everything go You got the power to let power go? (21st-century schizoid man)

Jesus Walks

rap

Kanye West

{}

We at war We at war with terrorism, racism But most of all we at war with ourselves (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) You know what the Midwest is? Young and restless Where restless (Niggas) might snatch your necklace And next these (Niggas) might jack your Lexus Somebody tell these (Niggas) who Kanye West is I walk through the valley of the Chi where death is Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless *gasps* Try to catch it *gasps* it's kinda hard Getting choked by detectives, yeah, yeah, now check the method They be askin' us questions, harass and arrest us Sayin' "We eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast" Huh? Y'all eat pieces of shit? What's the basis? We ain't going nowhere but got suits and cases A trunk full of coke, rental car from Avis My mama used to say only Jesus can save us Well mama I know I act a fool But I'll be gone 'til November, I got packs to move I hope (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now (Jesus, walk) And I don't think there's nothin' I can do now to right my wrongs (Jesus, walk with me) I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid 'cause we ain't spoke in so long (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now (Jesus, walk) And I don't think there's nothin' I can do now to right my wrongs (Jesus, walk with me) I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid 'cause we ain't spoke in so long So long, so long (Jesus, walk with me) To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers, even the scrippers (Jesus walks for them) To the victims of welfare feel we livin' in Hell here, hell yeah (Jesus walks for them) Now, hear ye, hear ye, want to see Thee more clearly I know He hear me when my feet get weary 'Cause we're the almost nearly extinct We rappers is role models: we rap, we don't think I ain't here to argue about His facial features Or here to convert atheists into believers I'm just tryna say the way school need teachers The way Kathie Lee needed Regis, that's the way I need Jesus So here go my single, dawg, radio needs this They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus That means guns, sex, lies, videotape But if I talk about God my record won't get played, huh? Well if this take away from my spins Which'll probably take away from my ends Then I hope this take away from my sins And bring the day that I'm dreamin' about Next time I'm in the club, everybody screamin' out (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now

Flashing Lights

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Kanye West

{Dwele}

Flashing lights (Lights, lights) Flashing lights (Lights, lights) Flashing lights (Lights, lights) Flashing lights (Lights, lights) She don't believe in shootin' stars But she believe in shoes and cars Wood floors in the new apartment Couture from the store's departments You more like "love to start shit" I'm more of the trips to Florida Ordered the hors d'oeuvres, views of the water Straight from a page of your favorite author And the weather so breezy Man, why can't life always be this easy? She in the mirror dancin' so sleazy I get a call like, "Where are you, Yeezy?" And try to hit you with the ol-wu-wopte 'Til I got flashed by the paparazzi Damn, these niggas got me I hate these niggas more than a Nazi As I recall, I know you love to show off But I never thought that you would take it this far But what do I know? Flashing lights (Lights, lights) What do I know? Know Flashing lights (Lights, lights) I know it's been a while, sweetheart We hardly talk, I was doin' my thang I know I was foul, baby Ayy, babe, lately, you've been all on my brain And if somebody woulda told me a month ago Frontin', though, yo, I wouldn't wanna know If somebody woulda told me a year ago It'll go get this difficult Feelin' like Katrina with no FEMA Like Martin with no Gina Like a flight with no Visa First class with the seat back, I still see ya In my past, you on the other side of the glass Of my memory's museum I'm just sayin', hey, Mona Lisa Come home, you know you can't roam without Caesar As I recall, I know you love to show off But I never thought that you would take it this far But what do I know? Flashing lights (Lights, lights) What do I know? Know Flashing lights (Lights, lights) As you recall, you know I love to show off But you never thought that I would take it this far But what do you know? Flashing lights (Lights, lights) What do you know? Know Flashing lights (Lights, lights) Flashing lights (Lights, lights, lights, lights...)

Beautiful

rap

Eminem

{}

Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you tryin' to get through? Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you I'm just so fucking depressed I just can't seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down then I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up In order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in I'm starting to feel distant again So I decided just to pick this pen Up and try to make an attempt To vent, but I just can't admit Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet And I know some shit's so hard to swallow But I just can't sit back and wallow In my own sorrow, but I know one fact: I'll be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow I'll be one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But you'd have to walk a thousand miles- In my shoes, just to see What it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so I think I'm startin' to lose my sense of humor Everything's so tense and gloom I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature Of the room, just as soon as I walk in, it's like all eyes on me So I try to avoid any eye contact 'Cause if I do that, then it opens a door For conversation like I want that I'm not lookin' for extra attention I just wanna be just like you Blend in with the rest of the room Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I don't need no fuckin' man servant Tryna follow me around and wipe my ass Laugh at every single joke I crack And half of 'em ain't even funny, like, "Ha! Marshall, you're so funny, man You should be a comedian, goddamn!" Unfortunately I am I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why don't you all sit down? Listen to the tale I'm about to tell Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes And you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles- In my shoes, just to see What it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Nobody asked for life to deal us With these bullshit hands we're dealt We gotta take these cards ourselves And flip 'em, don't expect no help Now, I could've either just sat On my ass and pissed and moaned Or take this situation in which I'm placed in And get up and get my own I was never the type of kid To wait by the door and pack his bags And sat on the porch and hoped and prayed For a dad to show up who never did I just wanted to fit in In every single place, every school I went I dreamed of being that cool kid Even if it meant actin' stupid Aunt Edna always told me: "Keep making that face, it'll get stuck like that." Meanwhile, I'm just standin' there Holdin' my tongue, tryin' to talk like this 'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen Stop sign pole at eight-years-old I learned my lesson then, 'cause I wasn't Tryin' to impress my friends no mo' But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description 'Cause where you see it from where you're sittin' It's probably a 110% different I guess we would have to walk a Mile in each other's shoes at least What size you wear? I wear 10's Let's see if you can fit your feet- In my shoes, just to see What it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own (Oh) Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone (So) Are you calling me? Are you tryin'g to get through? (Oh) Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you (So) Yeah To my babies: Stay strong Your Dad'll be home soon And to the rest of the world: God gave you shoes To fit you So put 'em on and wear 'em Be yourself, man Be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny Don't never let no one tell you You ain't beautiful (So-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Homecoming

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Kanye West

{"Chris Martin"}

Yeah And you say Chi city! Chi city! Chi city! I'm comin' home again Do you think about me now and then? (Yeah) Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm comin' home again (Ow!) -Min' home again I met this girl when I was three years old And what I loved most, she had so much soul She said, "Excuse me, little homie, I know you don't know me But my name is Windy and I like to blow trees." And from that point, I never blow her off Niggas come from out of town, I like to show her off They like to act tough, she like to toe 'em off And make 'em straighten up their hat 'cause she know they soft And when I grew up, she showed me how to go downtown In the nighttime, her face lit up, so astoundin' I told her in my heart is where she'll always be She never messed with entertainers 'cause they always leave She said, "It felt like they walked and drove on me." Knew I was gang affiliated, got on TV and told on me I guess that's why last winter she got so cold on me She said, "'Ye, keep makin' that, keep makin' that platinum and gold for me!" I'm comin' home again Do you think about me now and then? Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm comin' home again -Min' home again Do you think about me now and then? Do you think about me now and then? Oh! Now I'm comin' home again Maybe we can start again But if you really cared for her Then you wouldn't've never hit the airport to follow your dreams Sometimes I still talk to her But when I talk to her, it always seems like she talkin' 'bout me She said, "You left your kids, and they just like you They wanna rap and make soul beats just like you But they just not you," and I just got through Talkin' 'bout what niggas tryin' to do: just not new Now everybody got the game figured out all wrong I guess you never know what you got 'til it's gone I guess that's why I'm here and I can't come back home And guess when I heard that? When I was back home Every interview, I'm representin' you, makin' you proud Reach for the stars, so if you fall, you land on a cloud Jump in the crowd, spark your lighters, wave 'em around If you don't know by now, I'm talkin' 'bout Chi-Town I'm comin' home again Do you think about me now and then? Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm comin' home again -Min' home again Baby, do you remember when Fireworks at Lake Michigan? Oh! Now I'm comin' home again -Min' home again Baby, do you remember when Fireworks at Lake Michigan? Oh! Now I'm comin' home again Maybe we can start again Loy-oy-al, loy-oy-al Comin' home again Loy-oy-al, loy-oy-al Comin' home again Maybe we can start again

Space Bound

rap

Eminem

{}

We touch, I feel a rush; we clutch, it isn't much But it's enough to make me wonder what's in store for us It's lust, it's torturous, you must be a sorceress 'Cause you just did the impossible: gained my trust Don't play games, it'll be dangerous If you fuck me over, 'cause if I get burnt, I'ma show ya What it's like to hurt, 'cause I been treated like dirt before ya And love is evil - spell it backwards, I'll show ya Nobody knows me, I'm cold, walk down this road all alone It's no one's fault but my own, it's the path I've chosen to go Frozen as snow, I show no emotion whatsoever so Don't ask me why I have no love for these muh'fuckin' hoes Bloodsuckin' succubuses, what the fuck is up with this? I've tried in this department, but I ain't had no luck with this It sucks, but it's exactly what I thought it would be like Tryin' to start over, I got a hole in my heart But some kind of emotional roller coaster Is something I won't go on So you toy with my emotions, so it's over It's like an explosion every time I hold ya Wasn't joking when I told ya You take my breath away, you're a supernova, and I'm a- I'm a space-bound rocket ship and your heart's the Moon And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you 250,000 miles on a clear night in June And I'm aimin' right at you Right at you, right at you I'll do whatever it takes, when I'm with you, I get the shakes My body aches when I ain't with you, I have zero strength There's no limit on how far I would go, no boundaries, no lengths Why do we say that until we get that person that we think's Gonna be that one? And then once we get 'em, it's never the same You want 'em when they don't want you Soon as they do, feelings change It's not a contest and I ain't on no conquest for no mate I wasn't lookin' when I stumbled on to you, musta been fate But so much is at stake, what the fuck does it take? Let's cut to the chase 'fore the door shuts in your face Promise me if I cave in and break and leave myself open That I won't be makin' a mistake, 'cause I'm a- I'm a space-bound rocket ship and your heart's the Moon And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you 250,000 miles on a clear night in June And I'm aimin' right at you Right at you, right at you So, after a year and six months, it's no longer me that you want But I love you so much it hurts, never mistreated you once I poured my heart out to you, let down my guard, swear to God I'll blow my brains in your lap, lay here and die in your arms Drop to my knees and I'm pleadin', I'm tryna stop you from leavin' You won't even listen, so fuck it, I'm tryna stop you from breathin' I put both hands on your throat, I sit on top of you squeezin' 'Til I snap your neck like a Popsicle stick, ain't no possible reason I can think of to let you walk up out this house and let you live Tears stream down both of my cheeks Now I let you go and just give And 'fore I put that gun to my temple, I told you this And I would've done anything for you To show you how much I adored you But it's over now, it's too late to save our love Just promise me you'll think of me Every time you look up in the sky and see a star, 'cause I'm a- I'm a space-bound rocket ship and your heart's the Moon And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you 250,000 miles on a clear night in June And I'm so lost without you Without you, without you

Superman

rap

Eminem

{"Dina Rae"}

Mhmmm *inhales* You high, baby? Yeah, hahahaha Yeah? Talk to me You want me to tell you something? Uh-huh I know what you wanna hear 'Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too (I think I love you, baby) I think I love you too (Oh-ooh) I'm here to save you, girl, come be in Shady's world (Ooh-ooh, ooh) I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shady's world (Ooh-ooh) (Oh boy, you drive me crazy) Bitch, you make me hurl They call me Superman Leap tall hoes in a single bound I'm single now: got no ring on this finger now I'd never let another chick bring me down In a relationship; save it, bitch! Babysit? You make me sick Superman ain't savin' shit Girl, you can jump on Shady's dick Straight from the hip, cut to the chase I tell a muhfuckin' slut to her face Play no games, say no names Ever since I broke up with what's-her-face I'm a different man, kiss my ass Kiss my lips? Bitch, why ask? Kiss my dick, get my cash? I'd rather have you whip my ass Don't put out? I'll put you out Won't get out? I'll push you out Puss blew out, poppin' shit Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out Am I too nice? Buy you ice? Bitch, if you died, wouldn't buy you life What, you tryin' to be my new wife? What, you Mariah? Fly through twice But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday (Yeah-yeah) Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow 'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway, ho 'Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes It's no secret, everybody knows Yeah, we fucked-bitch, so what? That's about as far as your buddy goes We'll be friends, I'll call you again I'll chase you around every bar you attend Never know what kinda car I'll be in We'll see how much you'll be partyin' then You don't want that, neither do I I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys Too much pride, between you and I Not a jealous man, but females lie But I guess that's just what sluts do How could it ever be just us two? I'd never love you enough to trust you We just met and I just fucked you But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow 'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway, ho 'Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman 'Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman 'Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too (I think I love you, baby) I think I love you too I'm here to save you, girl, come be in Shady's world I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shady's world (Oh boy, you drive me crazy) Bitch, you make me hurl First thing you say: I'm not fazed I hang around big stars all day I don't see what the big deal is anyway You're just plain old Marshall to me Ooh yeah, girl, run that game Hailie Jade, I love that name Love that tattoo, what's that say? "Rot In Pieces," uh, that's great First off, you don't know Marshall At all, so don't grow partial That's ammo for my arsenal I'll slap you off that bar stool There goes another lawsuit Leave handprints all across you Good Lordy, whoadie You must be gone off that water bottle You want what you can't have Ooh girl, that's too damn bad Don't touch what you can't grab End up with two backhands Put anthrax on a Tampax And slap you 'til you can't stand Girl, you just blew your chance Don't mean to ruin your plans But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow 'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway, ho 'Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman 'Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman 'Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too (I think I love you, baby) I think I love you too I'm here to save you, girl, come be in Shady's world I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shady's world (Oh boy, you drive me crazy) Bitch, you make me hurl 'Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman 'Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman

Baby

pop

Justin Bieber

{Ludacris}

Oh, woah Oh, woah Oh, woah You know you love me, I know you care Just shout whenever and I'll be there You want my love, you want my heart And we will never, ever, ever be apart Are we an item? Girl, quit playin' We're just friends, what are you sayin'? Said "There's another," and looked right in my eyes My first love broke my heart for the first time, and I was like Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby no Like baby, baby, baby oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby no Like baby, baby, baby oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine Oh, for you I would have done whatever And I just can't believe we ain't together And I wanna play it cool, but I'm losin' you I'll buy you anything, I'll buy you any ring And I'm in pieces, baby, fix me And just shake me 'til you wake me from this bad dream I'm goin' down, down, down, down And I just can't believe my first love won't be around, and I'm like Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby no Like baby, baby, baby oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby no Like baby, baby, baby oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine (Luda) When I was 13, I had my first love There was nobody that compared to my baby And nobody came between us, nor could ever come above She had me goin' crazy Oh, I was starstruck She woke me up daily, don't need no Starbucks She made my heart pound, and skip a beat when I see her in the street and At school on the playground, but I really wanna see her on the weekend She knows she's got me dazing, 'cause she was so amazin' And now my heart is breakin', but I just keep on sayin' Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby no Like baby, baby, baby oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby no Like baby, baby, baby oh Thought you'd always be mine, mine I'm gone, yeah yeah yeah Now I'm all gone, yeah yeah yeah Now I'm all gone, yeah yeah yeah Now I'm all gone, gone, gone, gone, I'm gone

Dear Mama

rap

2Pac

{}

You are appreciated When I was young, me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old, kicked out on the streets Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school, and scared to go home I was a fool, with the big boys breakin' all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister, over the years We was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddies, the same drama When things went wrong we'd blame Mama I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary, hey I'd see the penitentiary one day? And runnin' from the police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside And even as a crack fiend, Mama You always was a black queen, Mama I finally understand For a woman it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man You always was committed A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did it There's no way I can pay you back, but the plan Is to show you that I understand: you are appreciated Lady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't you know we love ya? Now, ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love from my daddy, 'cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry 'Cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along I was lookin' for a father, he was gone I hung around with the thugs, and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin' I needed money of my own, so I started slangin' I ain't guilty, 'cause even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox I love payin' rent when the rent is due I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you 'Cause when I was low you was there for me You never left me alone, because you cared for me And I could see you comin' home after work late You're in the kitchen, tryin' to fix us a hotplate You just workin' with the scraps you was given And Mama made miracles every Thanksgivin' But now the road got rough, you're alone You're tryin' to raise two bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back, but my plan Is to show you that I understand: you are appreciated Lady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't you know we love ya? Pour out some liquor and I reminisce 'Cause through the drama, I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act crazy I gotta thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if you hold on It's a struggle every day, gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back, but my plan Is to show you that I understand: you are appreciated Lady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, lady (Dear Mama) Lady, lady

Forgot About Dre

rap

Dr. Dre

{Eminem}

Y'all know me, still the same OG But I been low-key Hated on by most these niggas With no cheese, no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys No boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin' up in the office and back at my house like trophies Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Ho, please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C.'s The Snoop D-O-double-G's And the group that said, "Motherfuck the police!" Gave you a tape full of dope beats To bump when you stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good Who's the Doctor they told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop or The Firm flopped Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep So fuck y'all, all of y'all! If y'all don't like me, blow me! Y'all are gon' keep fuckin' around with me and turn me back to the old me Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?) Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup) Just study a tape of N.W.A One day I was walkin' by With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy Gave me an awkward eye ('Chu lookin' at?) And strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge When I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryna walk it off Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin' barkin' dogs And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt-down house With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren't found out (Right here!) So from here on out, it's the Chronic II Startin' today and tomorrow's anew And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew Chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady Hotter than a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up When the temp goes up to the mid-80s Callin' men ladies Sorry Doc, but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him, Hailie (Dada?) Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre If it was up to me, you motherfuckers'd stop Comin' up to me with your hands out Lookin' up to me like you want somethin' free When my last CD was out, you weren't bumpin' me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me Like it was some disease, but you won't get a crumb from me 'Cause I'm from the streets of C-Compton! (Compton!) I told 'em all All 'em little gangstas, who you think helped mold 'em all? Now you wanna run around talkin' 'bout guns like I ain't got none What, you think I sold 'em all 'Cause I stay well off? Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off What, 'cause I been in the lab With a pen and a pad tryin' to get this damn label off? I ain't havin' that This is the millennium of Aftermath It ain't gon' be nothin' after that So give me one more platinum plaque And fuck rap, you can have it back So where's all the Mad Rappers at? It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats While you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Bohemian Rhapsody

rock

Queen

{}

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooh (Any way the wind blows) I don't wanna die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me (Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro magnifico But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismillah! No, we will not let you go (Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go (Never, never, never, never let me go) Ah No, no, no, no, no, no, no (Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia) Mamma mia, let me go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me! So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby! Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here (Ooh) (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah) Nothing really matters, anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me Any way the wind blows

Best I Ever Had

rap

Drake

{}

You know, a lot of girls be Thinkin' my songs are about them This is not to get confused This one's for you Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes ain't never on it I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it 'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up When I get right, I promise that we gon' live it up She made me beg for it 'til she give it up And I say the same thing every single time I say, you the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had (Ayy) Best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had I say, you the fuckin' Know you got a roommate, call me when there's no one there Put the key under the mat and you know I be over there (Yup) I be over there, shawty, I be over there I be hittin' all the spots that you ain't even know was there And you don't even have to ask twice You could have my heart or we could share it like the last slice Always felt like you was so accustomed to the fast life Have a nigga thinkin' that he met you in a past life Sweatpants, hair tied, chillin' with no make-up on That's when you're the prettiest I hope that you don't take it wrong You don't even trip when friends say "You ain't bringin' Drake along?" You know that I'm workin', I'll be there soon as I make it home And she a patient in my waiting room Never pay attention to the rumors and what they assume And until them girls prove it I'm the one that never get confused with, 'cause Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes ain't never on it I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it 'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up When I get right, I promise that we gon' live it up She made me beg for it 'til she give it up And I say the same thing every single time I say, you the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had (Ayy) Best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had I say, you the fuckin' Sex, Love, Pain, baby, I be on that Tank shit Buzz so big I could probably sell a blank disc When my album drop, bitches'll buy it for the picture And niggas'll buy it too and claim they got it for they sister Magazine paper, girl, the money ain't the issue They bring dinner to my room and ask me to initial She call me the referee 'cause I be so official My shirt ain't got no stripes, but I can make your pussy whistle Like the Andy Griffith theme song And who told you to put them jeans on? Double cup love, you the one I lean on Feelin' for a fix, then you should really get your fiend on Yeah, just know my condo is the crack spot Every single show, she out there reppin' like a mascot Get it from the back and make your fuckin' bra strap pop All up in your slot 'til a nigga hit the jackpot, I'm saying Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes ain't never on it I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it 'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up When I get right, I promise that we gon' live it up She made me beg for it 'til she give it up And I say the same thing every single time I say, you the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had (Ayy) Best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had I say, you the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had (Ayy) Best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had Uhh, ah yeah See, this the type of joint you gotta dedicate to somebody Just make sure they that special somebody Young Money, yeah, yeah You know who you are I got you

Suicidal Thoughts

rap

The Notorious B.I.G.

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Hello? Aw shit, nigga! The fuck time is it, man? Oh, God damn Nigga, do you know what time it is? Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You aight? Ah, nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you? When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell (What you talkin' 'bout, man?) It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies (Aw, man) God'll probably have me on some real strict shit No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice (You talkin' some crazy shit now, nigga) All my life I been considered as the worst Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse (Ah) Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Yo, get a hold of yourself, nigga) Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger I wonder; if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies (You're buggin', B) My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two Who's to blame for both of them? (Nah, nigga, not you) I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit (Nigga, what the fuck?) And squeeze until the bed's completely red (It's too late for this shit, man) I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head The stress is buildin' up, I can't- I can't believe (Ayo, I'm on my way over there, man) Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me But nah, you wouldn't understand Nigga, talk to me please, man! You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back (Ayo, ayo, man, I'm out) Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street? (I'ma call you when I get in the car) People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me (Ayo, where your girl at, man?) My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone, nigga!) She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on I reach my peak, I can't speak (Ayo, you listenin' to me, motherfucker?) Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo, c'mon, nigga) I'm sick of niggas lyin' (Cut that), I'm sick of bitches hawkin' (Ayo) Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' (Nigga, yo, yo, Big! Ayo, chill!) *Gunshot* Ayo, Big! Ayo, Big! Please hang up and try your call again Please hang up- Is a recording

Dance with the Devil

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Immortal Technique

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I once knew a nigga whose real name was William His primary concern was makin' a million Bein' the illest hustler that the world ever seen He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams A corrupted young mind at the age of 13 Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend She put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober Her son's heart simultaneously grew colder He started hangin' out, sellin' bags in the projects Checkin' the young chicks, lookin' for hit-and-run prospects He was fascinated by material objects But he understood money never bought respect He built a reputation, 'cause he could hustle and steal But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal I don't project my insecurities on other people He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential The product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed Dancin' with the Devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed But he was sick of sellin' trees and gave in to his greed Everyone tryin' to be trife never face the consequences You probably only did a month for minor offenses Ask a nigga doin' life if he had another chance But then again, there's always the wicked that knew in advance Dance forever with the Devil on a cold cell block But that's what happens when you rape, murder, and sell rock Devils used to be God's angels that fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burnin' in the melting pot So Billy started robbin' niggas, anything he could do To get his respect back in the eyes of his crew Startin' fights over little shit up on the block Stepped up to sellin' mothers and brothers the crack rock Workin' overtime for makin' money for the crack spot Hit the jackpot, and wanted to move up to cocaine Fulfillin' the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain Tired of the block niggas treatin' him the same He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love They told him any motherfuckin' coward can sell drugs Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a Blood Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in the club But only a real thug can stab someone 'til they die Standin' in front of them, starin' straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well-guarded And they wanted to test him before business started Suggested rapin' a bitch to prove he was cold-hearted So now he had a choice between goin' back to his life Or makin' money with made men up in the cyph' His dreams about cars and ice made him agree A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three Everyone tryin' to be trife never face the consequences You probably only did a month for minor offenses Ask a nigga doin' life if he had another chance But then again, there's always the wicked that knew in advance Dance forever with the Devil on a cold cell block But that's what happens when you rape, murder, and sell rock Devils used to be God's angels that fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burnin' in the melting pot They drove around the projects slow while it was rainin' Smokin' blunts, drinkin' and jokin' for entertainment Until they saw a woman on the street, walkin' alone Three in the mornin', comin' back from work, on her way home And so they quietly got out the car and followed her Walkin' through the projects, the darkness swallowed her They wrapped her shirt around her head And knocked her onto the floor "This is it, kid, now you got your chance to be raw" So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there She struggled hard, but they forced her to go up the stairs They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground Screamin', "Shut the fuck up, and stop movin' around!" The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed So Billy stomped on the bitch until he'd broken her jaw The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doin' They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped movin' Blood leakin' through the cloth, she cried silently And then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn Rippin' her up and chokin' her until her throat burned Her broken jaw mumbled for God, but they weren't concerned When they were done and she was lyin' Bloody, broken and bruised One of them niggas pulled out a brand new .22 They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through And if he killed her, he was guaranteed a spot in the crew He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head I'm fallin' and I can't turn back I'm fallin' and I can't turn back Right before he pulled the trigger and ended her life He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice And he felt strong standin' along with his new brothers Cocked the gat to her head and pulled back the shirt cover But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter 'Cause he was starin' into the eyes of his own mother She looked back at him and cried 'cause he had forsaken her She cried more painfully than when they were rapin' her His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate His corruption had successfully changed his fate And he remembered how his mom used to come home late Workin' hard for nothin', because now what was he worth? He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth And cryin' out to the sky, 'cause he was lonely and scared But only the Devil responded, 'cause God wasn't there And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul They say death takes you to a better place, but I doubt it After that, they killed his mother, and never spoke about it And listen, 'cause the story that I'm tellin' is true 'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs, and I raped his mom too And now the Devil follows me everywhere that I go In fact, I'm sure he's standin' among one of you at my shows And every street cypher, listenin' to little thugs flow He could be standin' right next to you, and you wouldn't know The Devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked White, brown, yellow and black - color is not restricted You have a self-destructive destiny when you're inflicted And you'll be one of God's children that fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burnin' in the melting pot So when the Devil wants to dance with you, you better say never Because a dance with the Devil might last you forever Oh, y'all motherfuckers thought it was over, huh? Well, it's not, you didn't count on a fallen angel gettin' back Into the grace of God and comin' after you Y'all niggas ain't shit, your producers ain't shit Your fuckin' A & R ain't shit I'll fuckin' wipe my ass with your demo deal Yo, Diabolic, take this motherfucker's head off! Go 'head and grip Glocks I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots I'll watch you topple flat Put away your rings and holla back Can't freestyle; you're screwed off the top, like bottle caps Beneath the surface I'm overheatin' your receiving circuits By unleashin' deeper verses than priests speak in churches What you preach is worthless Your worship defeat the purpose Like President Bush takin' bullets for the secret service Beyond what y'all fathom, I shit on cats and jaw tap 'em Show no compassion, like havin' a straight-faced orgasm Tour jack 'em, have his half-a-10 bitch suck my friend's dick In the meantime, you can french kiss this clenched fist Diabolic: a one-man brigade spreadin' cancer plague Fist-fuckin' a pussy's face, holdin' a hand grenade So if I catch you bluffin', faggot, you're less than nothin' I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction You motherfuckers are nothin', you cannot harm me I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army Storm the planet, huntin' you down, 'cause I'm on a mission To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms Immortal Technique'll destroy your religion, you stupid bitch You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix I'm 'bout to blow up, like NASA Challenger computer chips Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily I'm like time itself: I'm gonna kill you inevitably Chemically bomb you, fuck usin' a chrome piece I'm Illmatic, you won't make it home, like Jerome's niece I'll sever your head diagonally for thinkin' of dissin' me And then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy This puppet democracy brain-washed your psychology So you're nothin', like diversity without equality And your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythology Usin' numerology to count the people I sent to Heaven Produces more digits than 22 divided by seven You're like Kevin Spacey: your style is usually suspect You never killed a cop, you, not a motherfuckin' thug yet Your mind is empty and spacious Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture in a racist Face it, you're too basic, you're never gonna make it Like children walkin' through Antarctica, butt-naked

Roses

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OutKast

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Caroline (Caroline), see, Caroline All the guys would say she's mighty fine (mighty fine) But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time And the other half either got you Cussed out or coming up short Yeah, now dig this, now even though (even though) You'd need a golden calculator to divide (to divide) The time it took to look inside and realize That real guys go for real down to Mars girls, haha, yeah I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Caroline, (Caroline), see She's the reason for the word 'bitch' (bitch) I hope she's speedin' on the way to the club Tryna hurry up to get to a baller or singer or somebody like that And try to put on her make up in the mirror and crash, crash Crash into a ditch (Just playin') She needs a golden calculator to divide (to divide) The time it takes to look inside and realize That real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Well, she's got a hottie's body but her attitude is potty When I met her at a party, she was hardly acting naughty I said, "Shorty, would you call me?" She said, "Pardon me, are you balling?" I said "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pausing" Oh, so you're one them freaks Get geeked at the sight of an ATM receipt But game been peeped, droppin' names, she's weak Trickin' off this bitch is lost, must take me for a geek A quick way to eat, a neat place to sleep A rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat No go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless Regardless, we don't want to get involved with all them lawyers And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom I wanna see your support bra, not support you (Not support you, not support you) I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, I I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh Better come back down to Mars Girl, quit chasing cars What happens when the dough gets low Bitch, you ain't that fine, no way, no way, no way Better come back down to Mars Girl, quit chasing cars What happens when the dough gets low Bitch, you ain't that fine, no way, no way, no way Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch (Bitch) Crazy bitch (Stupid-ass bitch) Crazy bitch (Old punk-ass bitch) Crazy bitch (Old dumb-ass bitch) Crazy bitch (A bitch's bitch) Crazy bitch (Just a bitch) Crazy bitch (Stupid-ass bitch) Crazy bitch (Old punk-ass bitch) Crazy bitch (Old dumb-ass bitch) Crazy bitch (A bitch's bitch) Crazy bitch (Just a bitch)

Like Toy Soldiers

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Eminem

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Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down... Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down Like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart We never win, but the battle wages on For toy soldiers I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders I ain't never supposed to show it My crew ain't supposed to know it Even if it means goin' toe-to-toe with a Benzino It don't matter, I never drag 'em in battles that I can't handle 'Less I absolutely have to, I'm supposed to set an example I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em If some shit ever does pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em That Ja shit, I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it There's a certain line you just don't cross, and he crossed it I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it It was crazy, the shit went way beyond some JAY-Z and Nas shit And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it I spent so much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted And I'm so caught in it, I almost feel I'm the one who caused it This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it That was never my object, for someone to get killed Why would I wanna destroy somethin' I helped build? It wasn't my intentions, my intentions were good I went through my whole career without ever mentionin' **** And that was just outta respect, for not runnin' my mouth And talkin' about somethin' that I knew nothin' about Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth While he's all over TV, down-talkin' the man Who literally saved my life, like fuck it, I understand This is business, and this shit just isn't none of my business But still knowin' the shit could pop off at any minute, 'cause- Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down Like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart We never win, but the battle wages on For toy soldiers There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme and Wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin' But now it's elevated, 'cause once you put someone's kids in it The shit gets escalated-it ain't just words no more, is it? It's a different ballgame, you call names and you ain't just rappin' We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin' Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him And asked him not to start it, he wasn't gonna go after him Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how he stabbed him Fuck it, 50, smash him! Mash on him, let him have it Meanwhile my attention's pulled in another direction Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record But now he's fucked the game up 'cause one of the ways I came up Was through that publication, the same one that made me famous Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin'? Well, fuck it, that motherfucker could get it too, fuck him then! But I'm so busy bein' pissed off, I don't stop to think That we've just inherited 50's beef with Murder Inc. And he's inherited mine, which is fine, ain't like either of us mind We still have soldiers that's on the front line Who's willin' to die for us as soon as we give the orders Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us And maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus To show 'em we love 'em back and let 'em know how important It is to have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is But I ain't tryna have none of my people hurt or murdered It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it Than to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict I'll walk away from it all 'fore I let it go any further But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coppin' I'm just willin' to be the bigger man, if y'all can quit poppin' Off at the jaws, well, then I can, 'cause frankly I'm sick of talkin' I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience 'Cause- Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down Like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart We never win, but the battle wages on For toy soldiers

The Next Episode

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Dr. Dre

{"Snoop Dogg"}

La-da-da-da-dah It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!) La-da-da-da-dah You know I'm mobbin' with the D-R-E, yeah, yeah, yeah You know who's back up in this motherfucker What? What? What? What? So blaze the weed up then, blaze it up, blaze it up! Just blaze that shit up, nigga! Yeah, 'sup, Snoop? Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga, burn the shit up D-P-G-C, my nigga, turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin' back up And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up Thug niggas, drug dealers, yeah, they givin' it up Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we livin' it up Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party for sure Slipped my ho a forty-fo' when she got in the back do' Bitches lookin' at me strange, but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin' my hair Bitch, quit talkin', Crip walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch, shut yo' trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the S, you'll be relievin' your stress La-da-da-da-dah It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E (Dr. Dre, motherfucker!) La-da-da-da-dah You know I'm mobbin' with the D-O-double-G Straight off the fuckin' streets of C-P-T King of the beats, you ride to 'em in your Fleet (Fleetwood) Or Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what? Dre and Snoop chronic'd out in the 'llac With D.O.C. in the back, sippin' on 'gnac (Yeah) Clip in the strap, dippin' through hoods (What hood?) Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood South Central out to the West Side, it's California Love This California bud got a nigga gang of pub I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club With my jeans on, and my team strong Get my drink on and my smoke on Then go home with somethin' to poke on ('Sup bitch?) Loc, it's on for the two-triple-oh Comin' real, it's the next episode Hold up, hey For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft, we don't play We gonna rock it 'til the wheels fall off Hold up, hey For my niggas who be actin' too bold, take a seat Hope you ready for the next episode Hey, hey, hey, hey Smoke weed every day

No Vaseline

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Ice Cube

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Damn Forgot to do somethin', let me see, uh Oh, yeah- it ain't over, motherfuckers The motherfuckin' saga continues Y'all motherfuckers ready for N.W.A? Well, get the fuck up A bitch is a bitch, so if you're poor- It was once said by a man who couldn't quit, dope- Ice Cube writes the rhymes that I say But now, since he stepped the fuck off Here's what they think about you That punk Ice Cube- Here's what they think about you Cube was suckin' so much New York dick Here's what they think about you Real niggas? Them niggas Dre and Yella used to wear lipstick and lace Here's what they think about you Why y'all let his punk ass in the group Here's what they think about you When they was in London, they wasn't no good without fuckin' Ice Cube Here's what they think about you When I bought the tape, all I know is I wanted my motherfuckin' money back Here's what they think about you I smell- Here's what they think about you N.W.A. ain't shit without Ice Cube Here's what they think about you Here's what they think about you Cube was suckin' so much New York dick Here's what they think about you Real niggas? Them niggas Dre and Yella used to wear lipstick and lace Here's what they think about you That punk Ice Cube- Here's what they think about you Why y'all let his punk ass in the group Here's what they think about you I smell- When I bought the tape, all I know is I wanted my motherfuckin' money back Here's what they think about you N.W.A. ain't shit without Ice Cube Fuck all y'all Goddamn, I'm glad y'all set it off Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft First you was down with the AK And now I see you on a video with Michel'le Looking like straight bozos I saw it coming, that's why I went solo And kept on stompin' While y'all motherfuckers moved straight outta Compton Living with the whites One big house and not another nigga in sight I started off with too much cargo Dropped four niggas, now I'm making all the dough White man just ruling The Niggas With Attitudes? Who you foolin'? Y'all niggas just phony I put that on my mama and my dead homies Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losing Ayy, yo, Dre, stick to producing Calling me Arnold, but you been a dick Eazy-E saw your ass and went in it quick You got jealous when I got my own company But I'm a man and ain't nobody humping me Trying to sound like Amerikkka's Most You could yell all day, but you don't come close 'Cause you know I'm the one that flow You done run a hundred miles, but you still got one to go With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B And y'all disgrace the C-P-T 'Cause you're getting fucked out your green By a white boy, with no Vaseline Now you're getting done without Vaseline Now you're getting done without Vaseline Now you're getting done without Vaseline Damn, it feels good to see people, on it The bigger the cap, the bigger the peeling Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain? You're getting fucked real quick And Eazy dick is smelling like MC Ren's shit Tried to tell you a year ago But Willie D told me to let a ho be a ho, so I couldn't stop you from getting ganked Now let's play big bank take little bank Tried to diss Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it 'Cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect Cut my hair? Nah, cut them balls 'Cause I heard you like giving up the drawers Gang-banged by your manager, fella Getting money out your ass like a motherfucking ready teller Giving up the dollar bills Now they got The Villain with a purse and high-heels So don't believe what Ren say 'Cause he's going out like Kunta Kinte But I got a whip for you, Toby Used to be my homie, now you act like you don't know me It's a case of divide and conquer 'Cause you let a Jew break up my crew House nigga gotta run and hide Yelling Compton, but you moved to Riverside So don't front, MC Ren 'Cause I remember when you drove a B210 Broke as a motherfucking joke Let you on the scene to back up the first team It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart And they ripping your asshole apart By taking your green Oh, yeah, The Villain does get fucked with no Vaseline Now you're getting done- get- getting done Now you're getting done- get- getting done Now you're getting done without Va- Va- Va- Va- Vaseline I never have dinner with the president I never have dinner with the president I never have dinner with the president And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant Now I think you a snitch Throw a house nigga in a ditch Half pint bitch, fucking your homeboys, you little maggot Eazy-E turned faggot With your manager, fella Fucking MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella But if they were smart as me Eazy-E would be hanging from a tree With no Vaseline Just a match and a little bit of gasoline Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on 'Til that Jheri curl is gone On a permanent vacation Off the massa plantation Heard you both got the same bank account Dumb nigga, what you thinking 'bout? Get rid of that devil real simple Put a bullet in his temple 'Cause you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew With a white Jew telling you what to do Pulling wools with your scams Now I gotta play The Silence of the Lambs With a midget who's a punk too Tryin' to fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you Eric Wright Punk, always into something, gettin' fucked at night By Mister Shitpacker Bend over for the goddamn cracker No Vaseline Motherfuckin' nosejob havin'-ass Motherfuckin' Jheri Curl light, Ambi wearing motherfuckin' bitch

Ambitionz Az a Ridah

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2Pac

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I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothin' to a G Let's get ready to rumble! Now, you know how we do it, like a G What really go on in the mind of a nigga That get down for theirs Constantly, money over bitches Not bitches over money Stay on your grind, nigga My ambitions as a ridah My ambitions as a ridah So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars This life as a rap star is nothin' without guard Was born rough and rugged, addressin' the mass public (Hahaha) My attitude was "fuck it," 'cause motherfuckers love it To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be (And ) Uh, and my ambitions as a ridah (Excuse me, baby) To catch her while she hot and horny, go up inside her (Got ya) Then I spit some game in her ear, "Go to the telly, ho!" Equipped with money in a Benz 'cause, bitch, I'm barely broke (Hahaha) I'm smokin' bomb-ass weed, feelin' crucial From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual From hustlin' and prayers to breakin' motherfuckers to pay us I got no time for these bitches (Hell no,) 'cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal ticket mission, want a mil' so I'm wishin' Competition got me blitzed on that bullshit they stressin' (Booyah) I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's mandatory No guts, no glory, my nigga, bitch got the game distorted Now it's on and it's on because I said so (Haha) Can't trust a bitch in the business so I got with Death Row (Yeah) Now these money-hungry bitches gettin' suspicious Started plottin' and plannin' on a scheme to come and trick us (Haha) But thug niggas be on point and game tight (Yeah) Me, Syke and Bogart are strapped up the same night Got problems, then handle it, motherfuckers see me These niggas is jealous, 'cause deep in they hearts they wanna be me Uh, yeah (Haha,) and now you got me right beside ya Hopin' you listen, I catch you payin' attention To my ambitions as a ridah I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me (My ambitions as a ridah) Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothin' to a G (I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah) It was my only wish to rise above these jealous Coward motherfuckers I despise, when it's time to ride I was the first to hop inside (Let's go, nigga, let's go,) give me the .9 I'm ready to die right here tonight and motherfuck they life (Yeah, nigga!) That's what they screamin' as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill So open fire, I see you kill me, witness my steel (That's all you niggas got? Hahaha) Spittin' at adversaries, envious and after me I'd rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed Mama (Dear Mama,) come rescue me, I'm suicidal, thinkin' thoughts I'm innocent so there'll be bullets flyin' when I'm caught (Shoot) Fuck doin' jail time, better day, sacrifice Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson Thuggin' for life, and if you right, then, nigga, die for it Let them other bustas try, at least you tried for it (Hahaha) When it's time to die, then be a man and pick the way you leave (Yeah, nigga) Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me (My ambitions as a ridah) Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothin' to a G My murderous lyrics, equipped with spirits of the thugs before me Stay off the block, evade the cops 'cause I know they comin' for me I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years (I'm back, baby) Now I'm back, my adversaries been reduced to tears Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleed Niggas'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed (Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck) Blast me but they didn't finish, didn't diminish My powers, so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin' menace (Them niggas cowards) They cowards, that's why they tried to set me up Had bitch-ass niggas (Bitch-ass niggas) on my team so indeed they wet me up (Punk niggas) But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated At the time I contemplate the way that God made it Lace 'em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary For money I'll have these motherfuckers buried I been gettin' much mail in jail, niggas tellin' me to kill it (Hahaha) Knowin' when I get out they gon' feel it (Yeah, right) Witness the realest, a who-ridah when I put the shit inside The cries from all your people when they find her, must remind ya (Thug life) My history'll prove I been it Revenge on them niggas that played me and all the cowards that was down wit' it Now it's your nigga right beside ya Hopin' you listen, got you payin' attention to my ambitions As a ridah I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me (My ambitions as a ridah) Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothin' to a G I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothin' to a G I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me

Without Me

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Eminem

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Obie Trice, real name, no gimmicks (*record scratch*) Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside 'Round the outside, 'round the outside Two trailer park girls go round the outside 'Round the outside, 'round the outside Guess who's back, back again Shady's back, tell a friend Guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back I've created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to See Marshall no more; they want Shady, I'm chopped liver Well, if you want Shady, this what I'll give ya A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor Some vodka that'll jump-start my heart quicker Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital By the doctor when I'm not co-operating When I'm rocking the table while he's operating (Hey!) You waited this long, now stop debating 'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney But your husband's heart problem's complicating So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me, so let me see They try to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me So, come on and dip, bum on your lips Fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits And get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits, fuck you, Debbie! Now this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis They start feeling like prisoners, helpless 'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, "Bitch!" A visionary, vision is scary Could start a revolution, polluting the airwaves A rebel, so just let me revel and bask In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass (*smack*) And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe For you to see so damn much of my ass-you asked for me? Well, I'm back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Fix your bent antenna, tune it in, and then I'm gonna Enter in, and up under your skin like a splinter The center of attention, back for the winter I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting Testing, "Attention please" Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me Here's my ten cents; my two cents is free A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me? Now this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit-for-tat with Anybody who's talking "This shit, that shit" Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie You thirty-six year old baldheaded fag, blow me You don't know me; you're too old, let go It's over, nobody listens to techno Now let's go, just give me the signal I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol But, sometimes, the shit just seems Everybody only wants to discuss me So this must mean I'm disgusting But it's just me, I'm just obscene Though I'm not the first king of controversy I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley To do black music so selfishly And use it to get myself wealthy (Hey!) There's a concept that works Twenty million other white rappers emerge But no matter how many fish in the sea It'd be so empty without me Now this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me Hum, dei-dei, la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Hum, dei-dei, la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Kids!

Keep Ya Head Up

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2Pac

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Little something for my godson Elijah And a little girl named Corin Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots (Oh) I give a holla to my sisters on welfare 2Pac cares if don't nobody else care (Oh) And, uh, I know they like to beat you down a lot When you come around the block, brothers clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive, but don't forget, girl, keep ya head up And when he tells you you ain't nothin', don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him 'Cause, sister, you don't need him And I ain't tryin' to gas you up, I just call 'em how I see 'em (You don't need him) You know what makes me unhappy? (What's that?) When brothers make babies And leave a young mother to be a pappy (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman (Yeah, yeah) I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? (Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?) I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't, we'll have a race of babies That will hate the ladies that make the babies (Oh, yeah-yeah) And since a man can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get up? I know you're fed up, ladies, but keep ya head up (Keep ya head up) Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (Keep-keep ya head up) Ooh, child, things'll get brighter (Oh-oh, keep ya head up) Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (Keep-keep ya head up) Ooh, child, things'll get brighter Ayo, I remember Marvin Gaye used to sing to me He had me feelin' like black was the thing to be And suddenly the ghetto didn't seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or two I realize Mama really paid the price She nearly gave her life to raise me right (Oh, yeah-yeah) And all I had to give her was my pipe dream Of how I'd rock the mic and make it to the bright screen I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay your rent And in the end, it seems I'm headin' for the pen' I try to find my friends, but they're blowin' in the wind Last night, my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity (Oh, no, no, no) It seems the rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up and still keep from gettin' wet up, huh You know, it's funny, when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor Said it ain't no hope for the youth And the truth is it ain't no hope for the future And then they wonder why we crazy, huh I blame my mother for turnin' my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive 'cause it's a set-up And even though you're fed up, huh, you got to keep ya head up (Keep ya head up) Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (Keep-keep ya head up) Ooh, child, things'll get brighter (Oh-oh, keep ya head up) Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (Keep-keep ya head up) Ooh, child, things'll get brighter And, uh, to all the ladies havin' babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin' all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you by your lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids even if nobody else want 'em 'Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and come back for more (Oh-oh) 'Cause ain't nothin' worse than when your son Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo' You can't complain, you was dealt this hell of a hand Without a man, feelin' helpless (I know you were) Because there's too many things for you to deal with Dyin' inside, but outside you're lookin' fearless While the tears is rollin' down your cheeks You're steady hopin' things don't all fall this week (Yeah) 'Cause if it did, you couldn't take it (Yeah) And don't blame me, I was given this world, I didn't make it (Oh, yeah) And now my son's gettin' older and older And cold from havin' the world on his shoulders While the rich kids is drivin' Benz I'm still tryin' to hold on to survivin' friends (Oh, yeah) And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up But, huh, please, you got to keep your head up

Cant Tell Me Nothing

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Kanye West

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La, la, la la (Yeah) Wait 'til I get my money right I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven When I awoke, I spent that on a necklace I told God I'd be back in a second Man, it's so hard not to act reckless To whom much is given, much is tested Get arrested, guess until he get the message I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny And what I do? Act more stupidly Bought more jewelry, more Louis V My mama couldn't get through to me The drama, people suing me I'm on TV talking like it's just you and me I'm just saying how I feel, man I ain't one of the Cosbys, I ain't go to Hillman I guess the money should've changed him I guess I should've forgot where I came from La, la, la la (Ayy!) Wait 'til I get my money right La, la, la la (Yeah!) Then you can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, was you saying something? Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing (Yeah! Haha!) You can't tell me nothing (Yeah! Yeah!) Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing (Yeah!) Let up the suicide doors This is my life, homie, you decide yours I know that Jesus died for us But I couldn't tell ya who decide wars So I parallel double-parked that motherfucker sideways Old folks talking 'bout, "Back in my day" But homie, this is my day Class started two hours ago, oh, am I late? No, I already graduated And you can live through anything if Magic made it They say I talk with so much emphasis Ooh, they so sensitive Don't ever fix your lips like collagen And say something when you gon' end up apolog'ing Let me know if it's a problem then Aight, man, holla, then La, la, la la Wait 'til I get my money right La, la, la la (Yeah!) Then you can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, was you saying something? Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash Let that man get past He don't even stop to get gas If he can move through the rumors He can drive off of fumes 'cause How he move in a room full of no's? How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes? Must be the pharaohs, he in tune with his soul So when he buried in a tomb full of gold Treasure, what's your pleasure? Life is a-uh-depending how you dress her So if the Devil wear Prada, Adam Eve wear nada I'm in between, but way more fresher With way less effort 'Cause when you try hard, that's when you die hard Your homies looking like, "Why, God?" When they reminisce over you, my God La, la, la la Wait 'til I get my money right La, la, la la Then you can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, was you saying something? Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing La, la, la la Wait 'til I get my money right La, la, la la Then you can't tell me nothing, right? (I'm serious, nigga, I got money)

Get Low

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Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz

{"Ying Yang Twins"}

3-6-9, damn, you fine Hoping she can sock it to me one more time Get low Get low (Get low) Get low (Get low) Get low (Get low) To the window (To the window) To the wall (To the wall) Till the sweat drop down my balls (My balls) Till all these bitches crawl (Crawl) Till all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (Motherfucker) Till all skeet-skeet, goddamn (Goddamn) Till all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (Motherfucker) Till all skeet-skeet, goddamn (Goddamn) Shawty crunk, so fresh, so clean Can she fuck? That question been harassing me In the mind, this bitch is fine I done came to the club 'bout 50-11 times Now can I play with your panty line? The club owner said I need to calm down Security guard's gonna sweat me now Nigga drunker than a motherfucker, threaten me now She getting crunk in the club, I mean she work it And I like to see the females twerking Taking her clothes off, buckey naked ATL, ho, don't disrespect it A-pop your pussy like this Cause Yin Yang Twins in this b-i-itch Lil Jon and the East Side Boys with me And we all like to see ass and titties Now bring your ass over here, ho And let me see you get low if you want this thug Now take it to the floor (To the floor) And if your ass wanna act, you can keep your ass where you're at 3-6-9, damn, you fine Hopin' she can sock it to me one more time Get low Get low (Get low) Get low (Get low) Get low (Get low) To the window (To the window) To the wall (To the wall) Till the sweat drop down my balls (My balls) Till all these bitches crawl (Crawl) Till all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (Motherfucker) Till all skeet-skeet, goddamn (Goddamn) Till all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (Motherfucker) Till all skeet-skeet, goddamn (Goddamn) Let me see you get low (You scared, you scared) Drop that ass to the floor (You scared, you scared) Let me see you get low (You scared, you scared) Drop that ass to the floor (You scared, you scared) Drop that ass, aye, shake it fast, aye Pop that ass to the left and the right, aye Drop that ass, aye, shake it fast, aye Pop that ass to the left and the right, aye Now, back, back, back it up Aye, now, back, back, back it up Aye, now, back, back, back it up Aye, now, back, back, back it up Now, stop (Oh!) Then wiggle with it (Yeah!) Now, stop (Oh!) Then wiggle with it (Yeah!) Now, stop (Oh!) Then wiggle with it (Yeah!) Now, stop (Oh!) Then wiggle with it, wiggle with it 3-6-9, damn, you fine Hoping she can sock it to me one more time Get low Get low (Get low) Get low (Get low) Get low (Get low) To the window (To the window) To the wall (To the wall) Till the sweat drop down my balls (My balls) Till all these bitches crawl (Crawl) Till all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (Motherfucker) Till all skeet-skeet, goddamn (Goddamn) Till all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (Motherfucker) Till all skeet-skeet, goddamn (Goddamn) Now give me my dub back, go and get your friend Stupid bitch standing there while I'm drinking my Henn' Steady looking at me, still asking questions Time's up, nigga, pass me another contestant Ho, move to the left if you ain't 'bout 50 Done talked through 3 or 4 songs already Looking at a nigga with your palm out Bitch, I ain't even seen you dance Twerk something, baby, work something, baby Pop your pussy on the pole, do your thang, baby Slide down that bitch a little bit, then stop Get back on the floor, catch your balance, then drop Now bring it back up, clap your ass like hands I just wanna see your ass dirty dance Yin Yang, we done done again And put it on the map like "Hahn!" 3-6-9, damn, you fine Hoping she can sock it to me one more time Get low Get low (Get low) Get low (Get low) Get low (Get low) To the window (To the window) To the wall (To the wall) Till the sweat drop down my balls (My balls) Till all these bitches crawl (Crawl) Till all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (Motherfucker) Till all skeet-skeet, goddamn (Goddamn) Till all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (Motherfucker) Till all skeet-skeet, goddamn (Goddamn) Yeah, y'all twerking a little bit, ladies But you gotta twerk a little bit harder than that Now right now, I need all the ladies That know they look good tonight We want y'all to do this shit like this Bend over to the front, touch your toes Back that ass up and down and get low (Get low) Bend over to the front, touch your toes Back that ass up and down and get low (Get low) Bend over to the front, touch your toes Back that ass up and down and get low (Get low) Bend over to the front, touch your toes Back that ass up and down and get low (Get low) 3-6-9, damn, you fine Hoping she can sock it to me one more time Get low Get low (Get low) Get low (Get low) Get low (Get low) To the window (To the window) To the wall (To the wall) Till the sweat drop down my balls (My balls) Till all these bitches crawl (Crawl) Till all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (Motherfucker) Till all skeet-skeet, goddamn (Goddamn) Till all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (Motherfucker) Till all skeet-skeet, goddamn (Goddamn)

Cleanin Out My Closet

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Eminem

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Where's my snare? I have no snare in my headphones There you go Yeah Yo, yo Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times Sick is the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's behind All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans, explodin' Tempers flarin' from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin' Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin' Keep kickin' ass in the morning and takin' names in the evenin' Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth See, they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out Look at me now! I bet you're prolly sick of me now Ain't you, Mama? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now! I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (One more time!) I said I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (Ha!) I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it I'ma expose it; I'll take you back to '73 Before I ever had a multi-platinum-selling CD I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father must've had his panties up in a bunch 'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye No, I don't, on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin' her side Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I'd try To make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake, I maybe made some mistakes But I'm only human, but I'm man enough to face 'em today What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets out of that gun 'Cause I'da killed 'em, shit, I woulda shot Kim and him both It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (One more time!) I said I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (Uh) Now, I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition Take a second to listen 'fore you think this record is dissin' But put yourself in my position, just try to envision Witnessin' your mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen Bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and shit's missin' Goin' through public housing systems, victim of Münchausen's Syndrome My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma? So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma? But guess what, you're gettin' older now, and it's cold when you're lonely And Nathan's growin' up so quick, he's gonna know that you're phony And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral (Ha-ha!) See, what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong Bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom! But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get?! You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit! Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? (Hehe) Well, guess what? I am dead-dead to you as can be! I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (One more time!) I said I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet

Poker Face

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Lady Gaga

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Mum mum mum mah Mum mum mum mah Mum mum mum mah Mum mum mum mah Mum mum mum mah I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please (Woo) Fold 'em, let 'em hit me, raise it, baby, stay with me (I love it) LoveGame intuition, play the cards with spades to start And after he's been hooked, I'll play the one that's on his heart Oh, woah-oh, oh, oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'll get him hot, show him what I've got Oh, woah-oh, oh, oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'll get him hot, show him what I've got Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (Mum mum mum mah) I wanna roll with him, a hard pair we will be (Woo) A little gamblin' is fun when you're with me (I love it, woo) Russian roulette is not the same without a gun And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun, fun Oh, woah-oh, oh, oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'll get him hot, show him what I've got Oh, woah-oh, oh, oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'll get him hot, show him what I've got Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (Mum mum mum mah) (Mum mum mum mah) (Mum mum mum mah) I won't tell you that I love you Kiss or hug you 'Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin I'm not lyin', I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunnin' Just like a chick in the casino Take your bank before I pay you out I promise this, promise this Check this hand 'cause I'm marvelous Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (She's got me like nobody) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (Mum mum mum mah)

Shook Ones Part II

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Mobb Deep

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Word up son, word Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billers Yo I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin', keep your eyes open For real niggas who ain't got no feelings Keep your eyes open No doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this Just watch my back, I got the front, yo Check it out now Word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murder I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers The Mobb comes equipped for warfare, beware Of my crime family who got 'nough shots to share For all of those who wanna profile and pose Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone You all alone in these streets, cousin Every man for they self in this land we be gunnin' And keep them shook crews runnin', like they supposed to They come around, but they never come close to I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up With bullet holes and such Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched You can put your whole army against my team and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin' Your simple words just don't move me You're minor, we're major You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player Don't make me have to call your name out Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen, but my mind is old And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold Another nigga deceased, another story gets told It ain't nothin' really, ayo Dun, spark the Philly So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed niggas Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure Meanwhile back in Queens the realness and foundation If I die, I couldn't choose a better location When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burnin' sensation Gettin' closer to God in a tight situation now Take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Son, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, scared to look, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, scared to look Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds So some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones He ain't a crook, son, he's just a shook one For every rhyme I write it's twenty-five to life Yo, it's a must, in gats we trust, safeguardin' my life Ain't no time for hesitation, that only leads to incarceration You don't know me, there's no relation Queensbridge and we don't play I don't got time for your petty-thinkin' mind Son, I'm bigger than those Claimin' that you pack heat, but you're scared to hold And once the smoke clears, you'll be left with one in your dome Thirteen years in the projects-my mentality is what, kid? You talk a good one, but you don't want it Sometimes I wonder, do I deserve to live? Or am I gonna burn in Hell for all the things I did? No time to dwell on that, 'cause my brain reacts Front if you want, kid, lay on your back I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live Stay in a child's place, kid, you out of line Criminal minds thirsty for recognition I'm sippin', E&J got my mind flippin' I'm buggin', diggin' my ways out of holes by hustlin' Get that loot, kid, you know my function 'Cause long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal And once I get on, I'ma put on all my peoples React quick, spit lyrics like MACs, I hit your dome up When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin', 'cause I'm creepin' Son, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, scared to look, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, scared to look, they shook (We live the life that of diamonds) 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, scared to look, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds So some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones He ain't a crook, son, he's just a shook one To all the villains and a hundred dollar billers To real brothers who ain't got no feelings G-yeah, the whole Bridge Queens get the money 41st side, keepin' it real, you know Queens get the money

Sing for the Moment

rap

Eminem

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These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin' Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care, he's A problem child, and what bothers him all comes out When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out (Bitch!) 'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, do-rags and a stockin' cap His stepfather hit him so he socked him back And broke his nose, his house is a broken home There's no control, he just lets his emotions go (Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!) Sing it with me, it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Holy or unholy, only have one homie Only this gun, lonely 'cause don't anyone know me Yet everybody just feels like they can relate (Huh-uh) I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass But then these critics crucify you (Yep), journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you To get they hands on every dime you have They want you to lose your mind every time you mad So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, B It's all political, if my music is literal And I'm a criminal, how the fuck can I raise a little girl? I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! (Bitch!) (Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Sing that shit!) Sing it with me, it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away They say music can alter moods and talk to you Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too? Well, if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued See, what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols And they wanna get one 'cause they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail It's fucked up, ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin' To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine (Ha-ha!) Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives So they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die 'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe We're nothin' to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it Squeeze it and hold it 'cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on Through our lyrics that you hear in our songs, and we can- Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!) Sing it with me, it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!) Sing it with me, it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Hotel California

rock

Eagles

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On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell And I was thinkin' to myself "This could be Heaven or this could be Hell" Then she lit up a candle And she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say "Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year (Any time of year) You can find it here" Her mind is Tiffany-twisted She got the Mercedes bends, uh She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys That she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard Sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember Some dance to forget So I called up the Captain "Please bring me my wine" He said, "We haven't had that spirit here Since 1969" And still those voices are callin' From far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say "Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise (What a nice surprise) Bring your alibis" Mirrors on the ceiling The pink champagne on ice, and she said "We are all just prisoners here Of our own device" And in the master's chambers They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives But they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before "Relax," said the night man "We are programmed to receive You can check out any time you like But you can never leave"

Stairway to Heaven

rock

Led Zeppelin

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There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to Heaven When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to Heaven There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven Ooh, it makes me wonder Ooh, makes me wonder There's a feeling I get when I look to the West And my spirit is crying for leaving In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees And the voices of those who stand looking Ooh, it makes me wonder Ooh, really makes me wonder And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason And a new day will dawn for those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter Oh-oh-oh-oh-woahhh If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now It's just a spring clean for the May queen Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on And it makes me wonder Ohh, woah Your head is humming, and it won't go, in case you don't know The piper's calling you to join him Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow? And did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind? And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How everything still turns to gold And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last When all are one, and one is all To be a rock and not to roll And she's buying a stairway to Heaven

Monster

rap

Kanye West

{JAY-Z,"Rick Ross","Nicki Minaj","Bon Iver"}

I shoot the lights out Hide 'til it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good bloodsucker Fat motherfucker, now look who's in trouble As you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumbles Kanye West samples, here's one for example Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands Uh, the best living or dead hands down, huh Less talk, more head right now, huh And my eyes more red than the devil is And I'm 'bout to take it to another level, bitch Matter who you go and get, ain't nobody cold as this Do the rap and the track, triple-double, no assists And my only focus is stayin' on some bogus shit Arguin' with my older bitch, actin' like I owe her shit I heard the beat, the same raps that gave the track pain Bought the chain that always give me back pain Fucking up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane Chi nigga, but these hoes love my accent Chick came up to me and said, "This the number to dial If you wanna make your number one your number two now" Mix that Goose and Malibu, I call it "Malibooyah" Goddamn, Yeezy always hit 'em with a new style Know that motherfucker, well, what you gon' do now? Whatever I wanna do, gosh, it's cool now Know I'm gonna do, ah, it's the new now Think you motherfuckers really really need to cool out 'Cause you'll never get on top of this So, mami, best advice is just to get on top of this Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh? Ah, put the pussy in a sarcophagus Now she claiming that I bruised her esophagus Head of the class and she just won a swallowship I'm livin' in the future so the present is my past My presence is a present, kiss my ass Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert (Yeah) Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience Question, what do these things all have in common? Everybody knows I'm a motherfuckin' monster Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense Nonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp is None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear fiends scream in my dreams Murder, murder in black convertibles, I Kill a block, I murder the avenues, I Rape and pillage your village, women and children Everybody want to know what my Achilles heel is Love, I don't get enough of it All I get is these vampires and bloodsuckers All I see is these niggas I made millionaires Millin' about, spillin' they feelings in the air All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs Tryna draw blood from my ice-cold veins I smell a massacre Seems to be the only way to back you bastards up Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka Yeah, I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer Okay, first things first, I'll eat your brains Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs 'Cause that's what a motherfuckin' monster do Hair dresser from Milan, that's the monster 'do Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe Young Money is the roster and a monster crew And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie? But my features and my shows ten times your pay? 50K for a verse, no album out Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbies got to climb it Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it Nicki on them titties when I sign it That's how these niggas so one-track-minded But really, really I don't give an F-U-C-K "Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki, sh-she's fake" "She on a diet," but my pockets eatin' cheesecake And I'll say, bride of Chucky, it's child's play Just killed another career, it's a mild day Besides, Ye, they can't stand besides me I think me, you, and Am' should ménage Friday Pink wig, thick ass, give 'em whiplash I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for Ah, I'm a motherfuckin' monster I, I crossed the limelight And I'll, I'll let God decide And I, I wouldn't last these shows So I, I am headed home (Headed home) I, I crossed the limelight And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide (No) And I, I wouldn't last these shows So I, I am headed home (Head home) I, I crossed the limelight (No, the limelight) And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide And I, I wouldn't last these shows So I, I am headed home

The Way I Am

rap

Eminem

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...Man, whatever Dre, just let it run Ayo, turn the beat up a little bit Ayo This song is for anyone Fuck it, shut up and listen Ayo I sit back with this pack of Zig-Zag's and this bag Of this weed, it gives me the shit needed to be The most meanest MC on this, on this Earth And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve All this tension, dispensin' these sentences Gettin' this stress that's been eatin' me recently off Of this chest and I rest again peacefully (Peacefully) But at least have the decency in you To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out In the streets when I'm eatin' or feedin' my daughter To not come and speak to me (Speak to me), I don't know you And no, I don't owe you a motherfuckin' thing I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick If you tempt me, my tank is on empty (Is on empty) No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm liftin' you ten feet (Liftin' you ten feet) in the air I don't care who was there and who saw me just jaw you Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe I'm tired of all you (Of all you), I don't mean to be mean But that's all I can be, it's just me And I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio won't even play my jam 'Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am I don't know, that's just the way I am Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered With all of this nonsense, it's constant And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content The song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses." And all of this controversy circles me And it seems like the media immediately Points a finger at me (Finger at me) So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up When you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up With the bullshit they pull, 'cause they full of shit too When a dude's gettin' bullied and shoots up his school And they blame it on Marilyn (On Marilyn) and the heroin Where were the parents at? And look where it's at! Middle America, now it's a tragedy Now it's so sad to see, an upper-class city Havin' this happenin' (This happenin') then attack Eminem 'cause I rap this way (Rap this way) but I'm glad 'Cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire to burn And it's burnin', and I have returned And I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio won't even play my jam 'Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am I don't know, that's just the way I am I'm so sick and tired of bein' admired That I wish that I would just die or get fired And dropped from my label, let's stop with the fables I'm not gonna be able to top a "My Name Is" And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation To cop me rotation at rock 'n' roll stations And I just do not got the patience (Got the patience) To deal with these cocky Caucasians Who think I'm some wigger who just tries to be black 'cause I talk With an accent and grab on my balls so they always Keep askin' the same fuckin' questions (Fuckin' questions) What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in The why, the who, what, when, the where and the how 'Til I'm grabbin' my hair and I'm tearin' it out 'Cause they drivin' me crazy (Drivin' me crazy), I can't take it I'm racin', I'm pacin', I stand and I sit And I'm thankful for every fan that I get But I can't take a shit in the bathroom without Someone standin' by it! (Standin' by it) No, I won't sign your autograph You can call me an asshole, I'm glad 'Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio won't even play my jam 'Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am I don't know, that's just the way I am

Devil In a New Dress

rap

Kanye West

{"Rick Ross"}

Uh Uh I love it, though I love it, though, huh, you know? Uh, put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preachin' to the congregation We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us In that magic hour, I seen good Christians Make brash decisions, oh, she do it What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it She putting on her makeup, she casually allure Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour How she gon' wake up and not love me no more? I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbin' off Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?" Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime Put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preachin' to the congregation We love Jesus, but she done learned a lot from Satan Satan, Satan, Satan I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation When the sun go down, it's the magic hour, the magic hour And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes Why you standing there with your face screwed up? Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up Throwin' shit around, the whole place screwed up Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat You see, I always loved that sense of humor But tonight, you should have seen how quiet the room was The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme That's "Dior Homme," not "Dior, homie" The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony? You love me for me, could you be more phony? Put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening Cat got your tongue? Lookin' at my bitch, I bet she give your ass a bone Lookin' at my wrist, it'll turn your ass to stone Stretch limousine, sipping rosé all alone Double-headed monster with a mind of his own Cherry-red chariot, excess is just my character All-black tux, nigga's shoes lavender I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired (Uh) Before his jaw shattered, climbing up the Lord's ladder We still speedin', running signs like they don't matter, uh Hater talkin' never made me mad Never that, not when I'm in my favorite paper tag Therefore, G4s at the Clearport When it come to tools, fool, I'm a Pep Boy When it came to dope, I was quick to export Never tired of ballin', so it's on to the next sport New Mercedes sedan, the Lex' sport So many cars, DMV thought it was mail fraud Different traps I was gettin' mail from Polk County, Jacksonville, right in Melbourne Whole clique appetites had tapeworms Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns I shed a tear before the night's over God bless the man I put this ice over (Uh) Getting 2Pac money twice over Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice-roller I'm makin' love to the angel of death Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps (Uh) Uh

Hallelujah

rock

Leonard Cohen

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Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do ya? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing "Hallelujah" Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew ya She tied you to a kitchen chair She broke your throne, and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah You say I took the name in vain I don't even know the name But if I did, well really, what's it to ya? There's a blaze of light in every word It doesn't matter which you heard The holy or the broken Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah I did my best, it wasn't much I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool ya And even though it all went wrong I'll stand before the lord of song With nothing on my tongue but hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Baby, I've been here before I know this room, I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew you And I've seen your flag on the marble arch Love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah There was a time you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show it to me, do you? And remember when I moved in you The holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah Maybe there's a God above But all I've ever learned from love Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you And it's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

When Im Gone

rap

Eminem

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Yeah, it's my life In my own words, I guess Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for When they know they're your heart and you know you are their armor And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her But what happens when karma turns right around to bite you? And everything you stand for turns on you to spite you? What happens when you become the main source of her pain? "Daddy, look what I made!" "Dad's gotta go catch a plane" "Daddy, where's Mommy? I can't find Mommy, where is she?" "I don't know, go play, Hailie, baby, your daddy's busy Daddy's writin' a song, this song ain't gon' write itself I'll give you one underdog, then you gotta swing by yourself" Then turn right around on that song and tell her you love her And put hands on her mother who's a spitting image of her That's Slim Shady, yeah, baby, Slim Shady's crazy Shady made me, but tonight Shady's rock-a-bye baby, ha And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel my pain, just smile back I keep havin' this dream, I'm pushin' Hailie on the swing She keeps screamin' she don't want me to sing "You're makin' Mommy cry, why? Why is Mommy cryin'?" "Baby, Daddy ain't leavin' no more" "Daddy, you're lyin'! You always say that, you always say this is the last time But you ain't leavin' no more, Daddy, you're mine!" She's pilin' boxes in front of the door, tryna block it "Daddy, please! Daddy, don't leave! Daddy, no, stop it!" Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket It's got a picture, "This'll keep you safe, Daddy, take it wit' ya!" I look up, it's just me standin' in the mirror These fuckin' walls must be talkin' 'cause, man, I can hear 'em They're sayin', "You got one more chance to do right and it's tonight Now go out there and show 'em that you love 'em 'fore it's too late." And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door It turns to a stage, they're gone and the spotlight is on and I'm singin' And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel my pain, just smile back Sixty-thousand people all jumpin' out their seat The curtain closes, they're throwin' roses at my feet I take a bow and "Thank you all for comin' out" They're screamin' so loud, I take one last look at the crowd I glance down, I don't believe what I'm seein' "Daddy, it's me! Help Mommy, her wrists are bleedin'!" "But baby, we're in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden?" "I followed you, Daddy, you told me that you weren't leavin' You lied to me, Dad, and now you made Mommy sad And I bought you this coin, it says 'Number One Dad' That's all I wanted, I just wanna give you this coin I get the point, fine, me and Mommy are goin'." "But baby, wait!" - "It's too late, Dad, you made the choice Now go up there and show 'em that you love 'em more than us That's what they want, they want you, Marshall, they keep Screamin' your name, it's no wonder you can't go to sleep Just take another pill, yeah, I bet you you will You rap about it, yeah, word, kid, keep it real." I hear applause, all this time I couldn't see How could it be that the curtain is closin' on me? I turn around, find a gun on the ground, cock it Put it to my brain, scream, "Die, Shady!" and pop it The sky darkens, my life flashes, the plane that I was Supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes That's when I wake up, alarm clock's ringin', there's birds singin' It's spring and Hailie's outside swingin' I walk right up to Kim and kiss her, tell her I miss her Hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister, almost as if to say And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing So, baby, don't feel my pain, just smile back *Curtains closing*

Gold Digger

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Kanye West

{"Jamie Foxx"}

She take my money when I'm in need Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed Oh, she's a gold digger Way over town that digs on me (Uh) (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm She said: "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm Far as girls, you got a flock I can tell by your charm and your arm" But I'm lookin' for the one, have you seen her? My psychic told me she'll have a ass like Serena Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids And I gotta take all they bad asses to ShowBiz? Okay, get your kids, but then they got their friends I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in We all went to din' and then I had to pay If you fuckin' with this girl, then you better be paid You know why? It take too much to touch her From what I heard she got a baby by Busta My best friend said she used to fuck with Usher I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head Eighteen years, eighteen years She got one of your kids, got you for eighteen years I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids His baby mama car and crib is bigger than his You will see him on TV any given Sunday Win the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai She was supposed to buy your shorty Tyco with your money She went to the doctor, got lipo with your money She walkin' around lookin' like Michael with your money Shoulda got that insured, Geico for your money If you ain't no punk Holla, "We want prenup! We want prenup!" (Yeah!) It's somethin' that you need to have 'Cause when she leave yo' ass, she gon' leave with half Eighteen years, eighteen years And on the eighteenth birthday, he found out it wasn't his? (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head Now, I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs You don't want a dude to smoke, but he can't buy weed You go out to eat, he can't pay, y'all can't leave There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves But while y'all washin', watch him He gon' make it to a Benz out of that Datsun He got that ambition, baby, look at his eyes This week he moppin' floors, next week it's the fries So stick by his side I know there's dudes ballin', and yeah, that's nice And they gonna keep callin' and tryin', but you stay right, girl And when he get on, he'll leave yo' ass for a white girl (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head Let me hear that back

Runaway

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Kanye West

{"Pusha T"}

Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya (Ladies and gentlemen, ladies, ladies and gentlemen) And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can She find pictures in my email I sent this bitch a picture of my dick I don't know what it is with females But I'm not too good at that shit See, I could have me a good girl And still be addicted to them hoodrats And I just blame everything on you At least you know that's what I'm good at And I always find, yeah, I always find Yeah, I always find something wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can Run away from me, baby Ah, run away Run away from me, baby (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Run away When it starts to get crazy (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Then run away Babe, I got a plan, run away as fast as you can Run away from me, baby Run away Run away from me, baby (Look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at ya) Run away When it starts to get crazy (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Why can't she just run away? Baby, I got a plan Run away as fast as you can (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five, pussy stays on my mind I-I-I-I did it, alright, alright, I admit it Now pick your next move, you could leave or live with it Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin' top off Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs? Haha, knock it off, Neimans, shop it off Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet Comes with a price tag, baby, face it You should leave if you can't accept the basics Plenty hoes in the baller-nigga matrix Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless I'm just young, rich, and tasteless, P Never was much of a romantic I could never take the intimacy And I know I did damage 'Cause the look in your eyes is killing me I guess you knew of that advantage 'Cause you could blame me for everything And I don't know how I'ma manage If one day, you just up and leave And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can

Bad Romance

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Lady Gaga

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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah Roma Roma-ma Gaga, "Ooh la-la" Want your bad romance Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah Roma, Roma-ma Gaga, "Ooh la-la" Want your bad romance I want your ugly, I want your disease I want your everything as long as it's free I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love, oh, ey I want your drama, the touch of your hand (Hey!) I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love (Love, love, love, I want your love) You know that I want you And you know that I need you I want it bad Your bad romance I want your love, and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) I want your love, and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah Roma-roma-ma Gaga, "Ooh la-la" Want your bad romance I want your horror, I want your design 'Cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love, uh I want your psycho, your vertigo schtick (Hey!) Want you in my rear window, baby, you're sick I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love (Love, love, love, I want your love) You know that I want you And you know that I need you ('Cause I'm a free bitch, baby) I want it bad Your bad romance I want your love, and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) I want your love, and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah Roma-roma-ma Gaga, "Ooh la-la" Want your bad romance Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah Roma-roma-ma Gaga, "Ooh la-la" Want your bad romance Walk, walk, fashion, baby Work it, move that bitch crazy Walk, walk, fashion, baby Work it, move that bitch crazy Walk, walk, fashion, baby Work it, move that bitch crazy Walk, walk, passion, baby Work it, I'm a free bitch, baby I want your love, and I want your revenge I want your love, I don't wanna be friends Je veux ton amour et je veux ta revanche Je veux ton amour, I don't wanna be friends (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) (I want you back) No, I don't wanna be friends (Caught in a bad romance) I don't wanna be friends Want your bad romance (Caught in a bad romance) Want your bad romance I want your love, and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) I want your love, and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Want your bad romance) Caught in a bad romance (Want your bad romance) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Want your bad romance) Caught in a bad romance Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah Roma, Roma-ma Gaga, "Ooh la-la" Want your bad romance

Gangstas Paradise

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Coolio

{"L.V. (South Central Cartel)"}

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left 'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long, that Even my momma thinks that my mind is gone But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of You better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin' Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke Fool, I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the streetlight Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Look at the situation they got me facin' I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street So I gotta be down with the hood team Too much television watchin' got me chasin' dreams I'm a educated fool with money on my mind Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger Fool, death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away I'm livin' life do or die, what can I say? I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24? The way things is goin' I don't know Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones we hurt are you and me? Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Power and the money, money and the power Minute after minute, hour after hour Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin' It's goin' on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin' They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me If they can't understand it, how can they reach me? I guess they can't, I guess they won't I guess they frontin', that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool! Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones we hurt are you and me? Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones we hurt are you and me?

So Appalled

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Kanye West

{JAY-Z,"Swizz Beatz",RZA,"Pusha T","CyHi The Prynce"}

One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Middle finger in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous I'm so appalled, Spalding, ball Balding Donald Trump taking dollars from y'all Baby, you're fired, your girlfriend hired But if you don't mind, I'ma keep you on call We above the law, we don't give a fuck 'bout y'all I got dogs that'll chew a fuckin' hole through the wall But since they all lovers, I need more rubbers And if I don't use rubbers, need more covers Housekeeping, I mean, goddamn One time, let it be a bad bitch sweeping That know we get O's like Cheerios That know because they seen us in the videos That know the day that you play me Would be the same day MTV play videos That was a little joke, voila Praises due to the most high, Allah Praises due to the most fly, Prada Baby, I'm magic, tada Address me as your highness, high as United Thirty thousand feet up and you are not invited Niggas be writing bullshit like they gotta work Niggas is going through real shit, man, they out of work That's why another goddamn dance track gotta hurt That's why I'd rather spit something that got a purp' Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Five-star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous How should I begin this? I'm just so offended How am I even mentioned by all these fuckin' beginners? I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall Just to show niggas how much more I have in store I'm fresher than you all, so I don't have to pause All of y'all can suck my balls through my drawers Dark Knight feeling, die and be a hero Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain I went from the favorite to the most hated But would you rather be underpaid or overrated? Moral victories is for minor league coaches And Ye already told you we major, you cockroaches Show me where the boats is, Ferrari Testarossas And Hammer went broke so you know I'm more focused I lost thirty mil', so I spent another thirty 'Cause unlike Hammer, thirty million can't hurt me Fuckin' insane, the fuck am I saying? Not only am I fly, I'm fuckin' not playing All these little bitches too big for they britches Burning they little bridges, fuckin' ridiculous Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Five-star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous Success is what you make it, take it how it come A half a mil' in twenties like a billion where I'm from An arrogant drug dealer, the legend I become CNN said I'd be dead by twenty-one Blackjack, I just pulled an ace As you looking at the king in his face Everything I dream, motherfuckers, I'm watchin' it take shape While to you I'm just a young rich nigga that lacks faith Range Rove', leather roof, love war, fuck a truce Still move a bird like I'm in bed with Mother Goose Them hoes coming in a baker's dozen Claiming they was with me when they know they really wasn't I keep the city's best, never said she was the brightest So if you had her too, it don't affect me in the slightest I never met a bitch that didn't need a little guidance So I dismiss her past until she disappoints your highness I speak the gospel, hostile Tony doing time for what he did to nostrils Paranoid mind, I'm still under the watchful Eye of the law, aspire for more Them kilos came, we gave you Bobby Brown jaw Flaws ain't flaws when it's you that makes the call Flow similar to the legends of the falls Spillin', I own you all, yuugh One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Middle finger in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous Hah, I am so outrageous I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet If God had an iPod, I'd be on his playlist My phrases amazes the faces in places The favorite, hah, my cup overrunneth with hundreds Dummy, damn, it's hard not for me to waste it The new Commandment, "Thou shalt not hate, kid" My movement is like the Civil Rights, I'm Ralph David Abernathy, so call my lady Rosa Parks I am nothing like them niggas, baby, those are marks I met this girl on Valentine's Day, fucked her in May She found out about April, so she chose to march Hah, damn, another broken heart I keep bitches by the twos, nigga, Noah's Ark I got a seven on me, I call my 'dro Lamar Plus a Trojan in my pocket, Matt Leinart, hah G-A-T in the Pathfinder 'Cause you haters got PhDs Y'all just some major haters and some math minors Tiger Woods, don't make me grab iron Ayy, yo, champagne wishes and thirty white bitches You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Cars for the missus and furs for the mistress You know that shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Middle finger in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous, huh?

Pumped Up Kicks

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Foster the People

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Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan He's got a rolled cigarette Hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun In his dad's closet with a box of fun things I don't even know what But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you, wait All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet Daddy works a long day He be coming home late, and he's coming home late And he's bringing me a surprise 'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice I've waited for a long time Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger I reason with my cigarette And say, "Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits," yeah All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet Run, run, run, run Ru-ru-ru-run, run, run Ru-ru-ru-ru-run, run, run, run Ru-ru-ru-run Run, run, ru-run, run All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet

Hey Ya

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OutKast

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One, two, three, uh! My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so, and this I know for sure (Uh) But does she really wanna But can't stand to see me walk out the door? (Ah) Don't try to fight the feeling 'Cause the thought alone is killing me right now (Uh) Thank God for Mom and Dad For sticking two together 'cause we don't know how (C'mon) Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! You think you've got it, oh, you think you've got it But "got it" just don't get it till there's nothing at all (Ah!) We get together, oh, we get together But separate's always better when there's feelings involved (Ah) If what they say is, "Nothing is forever" Then what makes, then what makes, then what makes Then what makes, what makes, what makes love the exception? So why oh, why oh, why oh, why oh, why oh Are we so in denial when we know we're not happy here? Y'all don't wanna hear me, you just wanna dance Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Don't want to meet your daddy Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Just want you in my Caddy (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Don't want to meet your mama (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Just want to make you cum-a' (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm just being honest (Uh-oh) Hey ya! I'm just being honest Hey, all right now, all right now, fellas (Yeah?) Now, what's cooler than being cool? (Ice Cold!) I can't hear ya I say what's, what's cooler than being cool? (Ice Cold!) All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right Okay now, ladies (Yeah?) Now, we gon' break this thing down in just a few seconds Now, don't have me break this thing down for nothing Now, I want to see y'all on your baddest behavior Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor Ah, here we go! Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it, sh-shake it (Uh-oh) Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it, shake it, sh-shake it (Uh-oh) Shake it like a Polaroid picture, hey ya! Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it, sh-shake it Shake it, shake it (Okay), shake it, sugar Shake it like a Polaroid picture Now, all the Beyoncés and Lucy Lius And baby dolls, get on the floor You know what to do, oh, you know what to do You know what to do Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh, hey ya!) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Oh, oh, uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! (Uh-oh) Hey ya! Hey ya!

Hypnotize

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The Notorious B.I.G.

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Uh, uh, (Uh, come on) Ha, sicker than your average, Poppa twist cabbage off instinct Niggas don't think shit stink Pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn (That's right) Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e'ry night Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who Do somethin' to us, talk go through us (Come on, do it) Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us Who, us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (He, he) Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (Take that, take that, take that, ha ha!) Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggas frontin', ain't sayin' nothin' (Nothin') So I just speak my piece, keep my peace (Come on) Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps (Thank you) Packin', askin', "Who want it?", you got it, nigga, flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (Ha) I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (Uh-huh) Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (That's right) All Philly hoes go with Moschino (Come on) Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi Now who's the real dookie? Meaning, who's really the shit? Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the six Or the Lexus, LX, four and a half Bulletproof glass, tints if I want some ass Gonna blast, squeeze first, ask questions last That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass At last, a nigga rappin' about blunts and broads Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars I'll still leave you on the pavement Condo paid for, no car payment (Uh-uh) At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff "Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement" Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (Not Guilty) Richer than Richie, 'til you niggas come and get me (Come on) Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid I can fill you with real millionaire shit (I can fill ya) Escargot, my car go one-sixty, swiftly (Come on) Wreck it, buy a new one Your crew run-run-run, your crew run-run I know you sick of this, name brand nigga with Flows, girls say he's sweet like licorice So, get with this nigga, it's easy (Uh-huh) Girlfriend, here's a pen, call me round ten Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (That's right) Come up to your job, hit you while you workin' For certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin' Leave that ass leakin', like rapper demo Tell them ho take they clothes off slowly (Slowly) Hit 'em with the force like Obi (Obi) Dick black like Toby (Toby) Watch me roam like Romey (Romey) Lucky they don't owe me Where the safe? Show me, homie (Say what, homie) Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid

Let It Be

rock

The Beatles

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When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, "Let it be" And in my hour of darkness, she is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, "Let it be" Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be Whisper words of wisdom, let it be And when the brokenhearted people living in the world agree There will be an answer, let it be For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see There will be an answer, let it be Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be Yeah, there will be an answer, let it be Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be Whisper words of wisdom, let it be Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be Whisper words of wisdom, let it be And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me Shine on 'til tomorrow, let it be I wake up to the sound of music, Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, "Let it be" Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be Oh, there will be an answer, let it be Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be Oh, there will be an answer, let it be Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be Whisper words of wisdom, let it be

Wish You Were Here

rock

Pink Floyd

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And disciplinary remains mercifully Yes and um, I'm with you Derek, this star nonsense Yes, yes, now which is it? I am sure of it So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange A walk-on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl year after year Running over the same old ground, what have we found? The same old fears, wish you were here

Billie Jean

pop

Michael Jackson

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She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene I said, "Don't mind, but what do you mean, I am the one Who will dance on the floor in the round?" She said I am the one Who will dance on the floor in the round She told me her name was Billie Jean As she caused a scene Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of bein' the one Who will dance on the floor in the round People always told me, "Be careful of what you do Don't go around breakin' young girls' hearts" (Hee-hee) And mother always told me, "Be careful of who you love And be careful of what you do (Oh-oh) 'Cause the lie becomes the truth" (Oh-oh) Hey-ay Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one (Oh, baby) But the kid is not my son, hoo! She says I am the one (Oh, baby) But the kid is not my son (Hee-hee-hee, no-no-no, hee-hee-hee) Hoo! For forty days and for forty nights, the law was on her side But who can stand when she's in demand? Her schemes and plans 'Cause we danced on the floor in the round, hee! So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice (Don't think twice) Do think twice! (A-hoo!) She told my baby we'd danced 'til three, then she looked at me Then showed a photo of a baby cryin', his eyes were like mine (Oh, no) 'Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby (Ooh, hee-hee-hee) People always told me, "Be careful of what you do And don't go around breakin' young girls' hearts" (Don't break no hearts!) (Hee-hee) But she came and stood right by me Just the smell of sweet perfume (Ha-oh) This happened much too soon (Ha-oh, ha-ooh) She called me to her room (Ha-oh, hoo!) Hey-ay Billie Jean is not my lover (Hoo!) She's just a girl who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son No-no-no, no-no-no-no-no-no (Hoo!) Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one (Oh baby) But the kid is not my son (Oh, no, no) She says I am the one (Oh baby) But the kid is not my son (No, hee-hee!) Ah, hee-hee-hee! Hee! Hoo! She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son No-no-no, hoo! (Ouw!) Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one (You know what you did to me, baby) But the kid is not my son No-no-no, no-no-no-no (No-no-no, no-no-no) She says I am the one But the kid is not my son (No-no-no-no) She says I am the one You know what you did She says he is my son Breakin' my heart, babe She says I am the one Billie Jean is not my lover Billie Jean is not my lover Billie Jean is not my lover (She is just a girl) Billie Jean is not my lover (She is just a girl) (Don't call me Billie Jean) Billie Jean is not my lover (She is just a girl) (Hoo! She's not at the scene) Billie Jean is not (Hee! Aaow! Ooh!) Billie Jean is

Dark Fantasy

rap

Kanye West

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You might think you've peeped the scene You haven't, the real one's far too mean The watered-down one, the one you know Was made up centuries ago They made it sound all wack and corny Yes, it's awful blasted boring Twisted fictions, sick addiction Well, gather 'round, children, zip it, listen Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh) Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh) Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago Mercy, mercy me, that Murciélago That's me the first year that I blow How you say broke in Spanish? Mi no hablo Me drown sorrow in that Diablo Me found bravery in my bravado DJs need to listen to the models You ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy in your Serato? (You ain't got no Yeezy, nigga?) Stupid, but what the hell do I know? I'm just a Chi-Town nigga with a Nas flow And my chick in that new Phoebe Philo So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow Can we get much higher? Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Look like a fat booty Celine Dion Sex is on fire, I'm the King of Leona Lewis Beyond the truest Hey, teacher, teacher, tell me how do you respond to students? And refresh the page and restart the memory? Re-spark the soul and rebuild the energy? We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemy Sorry for the night demons that still visit me The plan was to drink until the pain over But what's worse, the pain or the hangover? Fresh air, rollin' down the window Too many Urkels on your team, that's why your wins low Don't make me pull the toys out, huh Don't make me pull the toys And fire up the engines, huh And then they make noise Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh At the mall, there was a seance Just kids, no parents Then the sky filled with herons Saw the devil in a Chrysler LeBaron And the hell, it wouldn't spare us And the fires did declare us But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress And woke up back in Paris Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh) Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh) Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh

Many Men Wish Death

rap

50 Cent

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Man, we gotta go get somethin' to eat Man, I'm hungry as a motherfucker Ayo man, damn What's takin' homie so long, son? 50, calm down, he coming (*nine gunshots*) Ahh, ohh! What the fuck?! Ah, son, pull off, pull off Many men wish death upon me Blood in my eye, dawg, and I can't see I'm tryin' to be what I'm destined to be And niggas tryin' to take my life away (C'mon) I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' with me My back on the wall, now you gon' see Better watch how you talk when you talk about me 'Cause I'll come and take your life away Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord, I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Now man, these pussy niggas puttin' money on my head Go on and get your refund, motherfucker, I ain't dead I'm the diamond in the dirt that ain't been found I'm the underground king, and I ain't been crowned When I rhyme, somethin' special happened every time I'm the greatest, somethin' like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles I've been knocked on the humble Swing the ox when I rumble, show your ass what my gun do Got a temper, nigga, go 'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around, gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord, I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Sunny days wouldn't be special if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This is for my niggas on the block twistin' trees in cigars For the niggas on lock doin' life behind bars I don't say "Only God can judge me," 'cause I see things clear Crooked-ass crackers will give my black-ass a hundred years I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie? Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord, I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Every night I talk to God, but he don't say nothin' back I know he protectin' me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin' TECs on me Psychic says some bitch done put a hex on me The feds didn't know much when 'Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked I ain't gon' spell it out for you mu'fuckas all the time Are you illiterate, nigga? You can't read between the lines? In the Bible, it says what goes around, comes around "Hommo" shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now it's clear that I'm here for a real reason 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fuckin' breathin' Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord, I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me

Clint Eastwood

rock

Gorillaz

{"Del The Funky Homosapien"}

Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on It's coming on, it's coming on It's coming on, it's coming on (Hoo, yeah, haha) Finally, someone let me out of my cage Now, time for me is nothing, 'cause I'm countin' no age Nah, I couldn't be there, now you shouldn't be scared I'm good at repairs, and I'm under each snare Intangible, bet you didn't think, so I command you to Panoramic view, look, I'll make it all manageable Pick and choose, sit and lose, all you different crews Chicks and dudes, who you think is really kickin' tunes? Picture you getting down in a picture tube Like you lit the fuse, you think it's fictional? Mystical? Maybe, spiritual hero Who appears in you to clear your view when you're too crazy? Lifeless to those, the definition for what life is Priceless to you, because I put you on the hype shit You like it? Gun smokin', righteous with one toke Get psychic among those, possess you with one dose I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on (That's right) It's coming on, it's coming on It's coming on, it's coming on The essence, the basics, without it, you make it Allow me to make this childlike in nature Rhythm, you have it or you don't, that's a fallacy I'm in them, every sproutin' tree, every child of peace Every cloud and sea, you see with your eyes I see destruction and demise, corruption in disguise (That's right) From this fuckin' enterprise, now I'm sucked into your lies Through Russel, not his muscles But percussion he provides for me as a guide, y'all can see me now 'Cause you don't see with your eye, you perceive with your mind That's the inner (Fuck 'em) so I'ma stick around with Russ and be a mentor Bust a few rhymes so motherfuckers remember Where the thought is, I brought all this So you can survive when law is lawless (Right here) Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead No squealing and remember that it's all in your head I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long My future is coming on It's coming on, it's coming on It's coming on, it's coming on My future is coming on It's coming on, it's coming on It's coming on, it's coming on My future is coming on It's coming on, it's coming on It's coming on, it's coming on My future is coming on It's coming on, it's coming on My future is coming on It's coming on, it's coming on My future is coming on It's coming on, it's coming on My future

Crank That Soulja Boy

rap

Soulja Boy

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Yuuuuuuu Soulja Boy tell 'em Ayy, I got this new dance for y'all called the Soulja Boy You just gotta punch, then crank back three times from left to right Soulja Boy off in this ho Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat Soulja Boy Then Superman that ho Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch Soulja Boy off in this ho Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat Soulja Boy Then Superman dat ho Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch Soulja Boy up in this ho Watch me lean then watch me rock Superman dat ho Yeah, watch me crank that Robocop Super fresh, now watch me jock Jocking on them haters, man When I do that Soulja Boy I lean to the left then crank that thang, now (Yuuuuuu) I'm jocking on yo' (I'm jocking on yo') And if we get to fightin' then I'm cocking on yo' (Then I'm cocking on yo') You catch me at yo' local party Yes, I crank it everyday Haters gettin' mad 'cause "I got me some Bathin' Ape" Soulja Boy off in this ho Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat Soulja Boy Then Superman that ho Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch Soulja Boy off in this ho Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat Soulja Boy Then Superman dat ho Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch I'm bouncin' on my toes Watch me supersoak that ho I'ma pass it to Arab and he gon' crank it up fo' sho' Haters wanna be me, Soulja Boy, I'm the man They be lookin' at my neck, sayin' it's the rubberband Man (man), watch me do it (Watch me do it) Dance (dance), let's get to it (Let's get to it) Nope, you can't do it like me, though So don't do it like me, folk I see you tryna do it like me, man that dance was ugly Soulja Boy off in this ho Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat Soulja Boy Then Superman that ho Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch Soulja Boy off in this ho Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat Soulja Boy Then Superman dat ho Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch I'm too fresh, off in that ho Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank that Roosevelt then super soak that ho Supersoak that ho Supersoak that ho Supersoak that ho Supersoak that ho I'm too fresh, now watch me dooooooo it Watch me shuffle, watch me yuuuuuuu Watch me crank that Soulja Boy Now Superman, yuuuuuuu Superman, do it Superman, do it Soulja Boy off in this ho Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat Soulja Boy Then Superman that ho Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch Soulja Boy off in this ho Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat Soulja Boy Then Superman dat ho Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuuuuuuu (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch Yuuuuuuu Yuuuuuuu

All of the Lights

rap

Kanye West

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All of the lights Lights, lights All of the lights Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights Fast cars, shooting stars All of the lights, all of the lights Until it's Vegas everywhere we are (All of the lights) If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life Somethin' wrong, I hold my head MJ gone, our nigga dead I slapped my girl, she called the feds I did that time and spent that bread I'm heading home, I'm almost there I'm on my way, heading up the stairs To my surprise, a nigga replacing me I had to take him to that ghetto university (All of the lights), lights Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights Strobe lights, street lights (All of the lights, all of the lights) Fast life, drug life, thug life Rock life every night (All of the lights) Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights Restraining order, can't see my daughter Her mother, brother, grandmother hate me in that order Public visitation, we met at Borders Told her she take me back, I'll be more supportive I made mistakes, I bumped my head Them courts sucked me dry, I spent that bread She need her daddy, baby, please Can't let her grow up in that ghetto university (All of the lights), lights Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights Strobe lights, street lights (All of the lights, all of the lights) Fast life, drug life, thug life Rock life every night (All of the lights) Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights Gettin' mine, baby Gotta let these niggas know, yeah Gettin' right, babe You should go and get your own Gettin' mine, baby Gotta let these niggas know, yeah Gettin' right, babe You should go and get your own Unemployment line, credit card declined Did I not mention I was about to lose my mind? And also was about to do that line 'Kay, okay, you know we going all the way this time We going all the way this time We going all the way this time We going all the way this time We going all the way this time Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights Woah, woah (I tried to tell you, but all I could say was oh) Woah, woah (I tried to tell you, but all I could say was oh) Woah, woah (I tried to tell you, but all I could say was oh) Woah, woah (I tried to tell you, but all I could say)

Gorgeous

rap

Kanye West

{"Kid Cudi",Raekwon}

Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Not for nothing, I've foreseen it, I dreamed it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Penitentiary chances, the devil dances And eventually answers to the call of autumn All them fallin' for the love of ballin' Got caught with thirty rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin Inter-century anthems based off inner-city tantrums Based off the way we was branded Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon And at the airport, they check all through my bag And tell me that it's random But we stay winning This week has been a bad massage, I need a happy ending And a new beginning and a new fitted And some job opportunities that's lucrative This the real world, homie, school finished They done stole your dreams, you don't know who did it I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS I won't be satisfied 'til all my niggas get it, get it? Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Is hip-hop just a euphemism for a new religion? The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing But this is more than just my road to redemption Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention As long as I'm in Polo smiling, they think they got me But they'd try to crack me if they ever see a Black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me If a nigga ain't shootin' a jumpshot, runnin' a track meet But this pimp is at the top of Mount Olympus Ready for the world's games, this is my Olympics We make 'em say ho 'cause the game is so pimpish Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick I insisted to get up off of this dick And these drugs, niggas can't resist it Remind me when they tried to have Ali enlisted If I ever wasn't the greatest, nigga, I must have missed it Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down I need more drinks and less lights And that American Apparel girl in just tights She told the director she tryna get in a school He said, "Take them glasses off and get in the pool" It's been a while since I watched the tube 'Cause like a Crip set, I got way too many blues for any more bad news I was looking at my resume, feeling real fresh today They rewrite history, I don't believe in yesterday And what's a Black Beatle anyway, a fuckin' roach? I guess that's why they got me sitting in fuckin' coach My guy said I need a different approach 'Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffin' coke It's not funny anymore, try different jokes Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass, X and O And kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it Play strings for the dramatic ending of that wack shit Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes I ain't got it, I'm coming after whoever who has it I'm coming after whoever, who has it? You blowin' up, that's good, fantastic That, y'all, it's like that, y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all 'Cause the same people that tried to blackball me Forgot about two things, my Black balls Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Ayy, yo I done copped Timbs, lived in lenses, kid Armani suits, fresh fruits, Bally boots, and Benzes Counting up, smoking, one cuff Live as a red Jag', a Louis bag, grabbin' a blunt, fuck it Steam about a hundred and one L's Kites off to jails, buyin' sweats, running up in Stetson Nigga hat game was special It matched every black pair of Nikes, throwing dice for decimals The older head, bolder head, would train a soldier head Make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead That meant code red, bent off the black skunk The black Dutch, back of the old shed If you can't live, you dying, you give or buy in Keep it real or keep it moving, keep grinding Keep shining, to every young man, this is a plan Learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye Not for nothing, I've forseen it, I dreamed it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus I will never ever let you live this down, down, down

Mockingbird

rap

Eminem

{}

Yeah I know sometimes Things may not always make sense to you right now But ayy What'd Daddy always tell you? Straighten up, little soldier, stiffen up that upper lip What you cryin' about? You got me Hailie, I know you miss your mom, and I know you miss your dad When I'm gone, but I'm tryin' to give you the life that I never had I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you wanna cry 'Cause you're scared, I ain't there Daddy's with you in your prayers No more cryin', wipe them tears Daddy's here, no more nightmares We gon' pull together through it We gon' do it, Lainie-Uncle's crazy, ain't he? Yeah, but he loves you, girl, and you better know it We're all we got in this world, when it spins, when it swirls When it whirls, when it twirls, two little beautiful girls Lookin' puzzled, in a daze, I know it's confusin' you Daddy's always on the move, Momma's always on the news I try to keep you sheltered from it, but somehow it seems The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me All the things growin' up as Daddy that he had to see Daddy don't want you to see, but you see just as much as he did We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me But things have got so bad between us, I don't see us ever bein' Together ever again, like we used to be when we was teenagers But then, of course, everything always happens for a reason I guess it was never meant to be, but it's just something We have no control over, and that's what destiny is But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep Maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream Now hush, little baby, don't you cry Everything's gonna be alright Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, I told ya Daddy's here to hold ya through the night I know Mommy's not here right now, and we don't know why We fear how we feel inside It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby But I promise, Momma's gon' be alright (Heh) It's funny, I remember back one year when Daddy had no money Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up and stuck 'em under the tree And said some of 'em were from me 'cause Daddy couldn't buy 'em I'll never forget that Christmas, I sat up the whole night cryin' 'Cause Daddy felt like a bum-see, Daddy had a job But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and Mom And at the time, every house that we lived in Either kept gettin' broken into and robbed or shot up on the block And your mom was savin' money for you in a jar Tryin' to start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college Almost had a thousand dollars, 'til someone broke in and stole it And I know it hurts so bad it broke your momma's heart And it seemed like everything was just startin' to fall apart Mom and Dad was arguin' a lot, so Momma moved back On to Chalmers in the flat, one-bedroom apartment And Dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara And that's when Daddy went to California with his CD And met Dr. Dre and flew you and Momma out to see me But Daddy had to work, you and Momma had to leave me Then you started seein' Daddy on the TV, and Momma didn't like it And you and Lainie were too young to understand it Papa was a rolling stone, Momma developed a habit And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it I'm just sorry you were there and had to witness it firsthand 'Cause all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud Now I'm sittin' in this empty house Just reminiscin', lookin' at your baby pictures, it just trips me out To see how much you both have grown, it's almost like you're sisters now Wow, guess you pretty much are, and Daddy's still here Lainie, I'm talkin' to you too, Daddy's still here I like the sound of that, yeah, it's got a ring to it, don't it? Shh! Momma's only gone for the moment Now hush, little baby, don't you cry Everything's gonna be alright Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, I told ya Daddy's here to hold ya through the night I know Mommy's not here right now, and we don't know why We fear how we feel inside It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby But I promise, Momma's gon' be alright And if you ask me to, Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird I'ma give you the world I'ma buy a diamond ring for you, I'ma sing for you I'll do anything for you to see you smile And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine I'ma break that birdie's neck I'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya And make him eat every carat, don't fuck with Dad! (Ha-ha!)

Blame Game

rap

Kanye West

{"John Legend"}

Whose fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names for sure I'll call you bitch for short As a last resort and my first resort You call me motherfucker for long At the end of it, you know we both were wrong But I love to play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names for sure On the bathroom wall I wrote "I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else" I took a piss and dismiss it like "fuck it" And I went and found somebody else Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings Yo, I'd rather be by my fuckin' self 'Til about 2 a.m. and I call back And I hang up and I start to blame myself Somebody help Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names for sure You weren't perfect, but you made life worth it Stick around, some real feelings might surface Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom Grippin' you up, fuckin' and chokin' you What the hell was I supposed to do? I know you ain't gettin' this type of dick from that local dude And if you are, I hope you have a good time 'Cause I definitely be havin' mine And you ain't finna see a mogul get emotional Every time I hear about other niggas is strokin' you Lie and say I hit you, he sittin' there consoling you Runnin' my name through the mud, who's provoking you? You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you 1 a.m. and can't nobody get a hold of you I'm callin' your brother's phone, like, what was I supposed to do? Even though I knew he never told the truth He was just gon' say whatever that you told him to At a certain point, I had to stop asking questions Y'all got dirt on each other like mud wrestlers I heard he bought some coke with my money, that ain't right, girl You gettin' blackmailed for that white girl You always said, "Yeezy, I ain't your right girl You'll probably find one of them 'I like art'-type girls" "All of the lights," she was caught in the hype, girl And I was satisfied bein' in love with a lie Now who to blame? You to blame? Me to blame? For the pain And it poured every time when it rained Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Things used to be, now they not Anything but us is who we are Disguising ourselves as secret lovers We've become public enemies We walk away like strangers in the street Gone for eternity We erased one another So far from where we came With so much of everything How do we leave with nothing? Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E Hatred and attitude tear us entirely Chloe Mitchell Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names, for sure I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, no, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much And I know that you are somewhere doing your thing And when the phone called, it just ring and ring You ain't pick up, but your phone accidentally called me back And I heard the whole thing I heard the whole thing, whole thing, whole thing, whole thing Oh my God Baby, you done took this shit to another motherfuckin' level Now, a neighborhood nigga like me ain't supposed to be gettin' no pussy like this Goddamn, goddamn Who taught you how to get sexy for a nigga? (Yeezy taught me) You never used to talk dirty, but now you goddamn disgusting My, my God, where'd you learn that? (Yeezy taught me) Look at you, motherfuckin' butt-ass-naked With them motherfuckin' Jimmy Choos on Who taught you how to put some motherfuckin' Jimmy Choos on? (Yeezy taught me) Yo, you took your pussy game up a whole 'nother level This is some Cirque du Soleil pussy now, shit You done went all porno on a nigga, okay? And I-I-I-I, I love it, and I thank you I thank you, my dick thanks you How'd you learn, how, how did your pussy game come up? (Yeezy taught me) I was fuckin' parts of your pussy I'd never fucked before I was in there like, "Oh shit, I never been here before I've never even seen this part of Pussy Town before" It's like you got this shit reupholstered or some shit What the fuck happened? Who, who the fuck got your pussy all reupholstered? (Yeezy reupholstered my pussy) You know what, I got to thank Yeezy And when I see that nigga, I'ma thank him I'ma buy the album, I'ma download that motherfucker I'ma shoot a bootlegger That's how good I feel about this nigga Ah I still can't believe you got me this watch This motherfucker is the exact motherfucker I wanted With the bezel? This is the motherfucker I wanted I saw this shit, I saw it, Twista had this shit on in The Source I 'member, Twista had this motherfucker on in The Source That's right, that's right Yo, yo, babe, yo, yo, this the best birthday ever Where'd you learn to treat a nigga like this? (Yeezy taught me) Yeezy taught you well Yeezy taught you well

Super Bass

rap

Nicki Minaj

{}

This one is for the boys with the boomin' system Top down, AC with the cooler system When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up Got stacks on deck like he savin' up And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build He cold, he dope, he might sell coke He always in the air, but he never fly coach He a mothafuckin trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship When he make it drip, drip, kiss him on the lip, lip That's the kinda dude I was lookin' for And yes, you'll get slapped if you're lookin', ho I said, excuse me, you're a hell of a guy I mean, my, my, my, my, you're like pelican fly I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh Yes, I did, yes, I did Somebody please tell em who the F I is I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up Back coupes up and chuck the deuce up Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away Beatin' like a drum and it's comin' your way Can't you hear that Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass, yeah) Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass) Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass (Yo, yo) This one is for the boys in the polos Entrepreneur niggas and the moguls He could ball with the crew, he could solo But I think I like him better when he dolo And I think I like him better with the fitted cap on He ain't even gotta try to put the mack on He just gotta give me that look, when he give me that look Then the panties comin' off, off, uh Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy You know, I really got a thing for American guys I mean, sigh, sickenin' eyes I can tell that you're in touch with your feminine side, uh Yes, I did, yes, I did Somebody please tell 'em who the F I is I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up Back coupes up and chuck the deuce up Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away Beatin' like a drum and it's comin' your way Can't you hear that Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass, yeah) Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass) Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass (Yo, yo) See, I need you in my life for me to stay Know, know, know, know, know, I know you'll stay No, no, no, no, no, don't go away, hey Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away Don't you hear that heartbeat comin' your way? Oh, it be like Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Can't you hear that Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away Beatin' like a drum and it's comin' your way Can't you hear that Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass, yeah) Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass) Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass (Yo, yo)

Yesterday

rock

The Beatles

{}

Yesterday All my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though they're here to stay Oh, I believe in yesterday Suddenly I'm not half the man I used to be There's a shadow hanging over me Oh, yesterday came suddenly Why she had to go? I don't know, she wouldn't say I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday Yesterday Love was such an easy game to play Now I need a place to hide away Oh, I believe in yesterday Why she had to go? I don't know, she wouldn't say I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday Yesterday Love was such an easy game to play Now I need a place to hide away Oh, I believe in yesterday Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, hmm-hmm

No Scrubs With Rap

rb

TLC

{"Lisa \\\"Left Eye\\\" Lopes"}

Oh-oh A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly And is also known as a busta (Busta, busta) Always talkin' 'bout what he wants And just sits on his broke ass, so No, I don't want your number (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) No, I don't wanna give you mine and No, I don't wanna meet you nowhere (No) No, don't want none of your time and (Uh) No, I don't want no scrub (Uh) A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me (Woo) I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me (Uh-uh, no love) Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) Trying to holla at me Well a scrub checkin' me, but his game is kinda weak And I know that he cannot approach me 'Cause I'm lookin' like class and he's lookin' like trash Can't get wit' a deadbeat ass, so (Yeah) No, I don't want your number No, I don't wanna give you mine and (Said no) No, I don't wanna meet you nowhere No, don't want none of your time (Check it) No, I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me (Uh-huh, come on) Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me (Ha) I don't want no scrub (No scrubs) A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me (Uh-uh, no love) Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me If you don't have a car and you're walkin' Oh, yes son, I'm talkin' to you If you live at home with your momma Oh, yes son, I'm talkin' to you (Baby) If you have a shorty that you don't show love Oh, yes son (Yeah, yeah), I'm talkin' to you (Yeah, yeah) Wanna get with me with no money Oh no, I don't want no No (No scrubs) scrub (No love) No (No scrubs) scrub, no, no (No love) No (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, no scrubs) scrub, no, no, no, no (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, no love) No (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) scrub, no, no (Uh, uh) No, I don't want no scrub (No scrubs) A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side (Yeah) of his best friend's ride, oh Trying to holla at me I don't want no scrub, no A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side (Uh, uh) of his best friend's ride (Yeah) Trying to holla at me, yeah See, if you can't spatially expand my horizons (Horizons) Then that leaves you in the class with scrubs, never risin' (Risin') I don't find it surprisin' if you don't have the Gs (Gs) To please me and bounce from here to the coast of overseas So (So), let me give you somethin' to think about (Think about) Inundate your mind with intentions to turn you out (Turn you out) Can't forget the focus on the picture in front of me (In front of me) You as clear as DVD on digital TV screens (Digital TV screens) Satisfy my appetite with somethin' spectacular (Spectacular) Check your vernacular, and then I'll get back to ya (Back to ya) With diamond-like precision, insatiable is what I envision (Envision) Can't detect acquisition from your friend's Expedition Mister (Mister) Big Willy, if you really wanna know (Know, know) Ask Chilli, could I be a silly ho? (Ho, ho) Not really T-Boz and all my señoritas are steppin' on your FILAs But you don't hear me though (But you don't hear me though) No, I don't want no scrub (No) A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Hangin' out the passenger side (Uh) of his best friend's ride (Yeah) Trying to holla at me I don't want no scrub, no (No scrub) A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me (No love) Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me

6 Foot 7 Foot

rap

Lil Wayne

{"Cory Gunz"}

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat; call my shit Patricia Young Money militia and I am the commissioner You no wan' start Weezy 'cause the 'F' is for finisher So misunderstood, but what's a world without enigma? Two bitches at the same time; synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her Never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her Life is the bitch, and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin-what a fuckin' family picture You know Father Time, and we all know Mother Nature It's all in the family, but I am of no relation No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration Black and white diamonds; fuck segregation Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut Young Money runnin' shit, and you niggas just runner-ups I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doin' this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tuna Fish Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch (I'm goin' back in...) Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don't understand me Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetest I beat the beat up; call it self-defense Swear, man, I be seein' through these niggas like sequins Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world; that's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo' ass talk Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on deadbolt Mind so sharp I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like they jaw broke Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya Try me and run into a wall; outfielder You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a king do If these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on Satisfied with nothin', you don't know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya" Bitch, real Gs move in silence like lasagna People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag you would kill for Money too strong; pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishin' well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean Don't wanna see what that drama mean Get some Dramamine Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend I played the side for you niggas that's tryna front, and see Son of Gun, Son of Sam, you nigga's the son of me Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha Disturb me, and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bold like Cuba And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya I be mackin', 'bout my stackin', now I pack like a mover Shout to ratchet for backin' out on behalf of my shooter Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler Wayne, these niggas out they mind I done told these fuck niggas so many times That I keep them bucks steady on my mind Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love Keep throwin' my sign in the middle Hit 'em up, piece on my side 'Cause ain't no peace on my side, bitch I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad Tune told me to, I'm shootin' when the funeral outside I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard? Gunna

Crazy Rap Colt 45 2 Zig-Zags

rap

Afroman

{}

Wait a minute, man, hey, check this out, man (Tell it) It was this blind man, right? (This man) It was this blind man, right? He was feelin' his way down the street with a stick, right? (Hey) He walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin'? (Fish market?) He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said *sniffs* "Woo good morning ladies" (Hahahahaha) You like that shit, man? Hey man, I've got a gang of that shit, man Hey, I'll tell you what, we'll all have a good time We'll fool on the drum, and hey Hey if everybody crowd around the mic' I'll tell you all these motherfuckin' jokes I got First I'm gonna start off like that, hey help me sing it, homeboy Said Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that's all we need We can go to the park, after dark, smoke that tumbleweed As the marijuana burn, we can take our turn Singin' them dirty rap songs Stop and hit the bong like Cheech & Chong And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems Feelin' high as hell, flyin' through Palmdale, skatin' on Dayton rims So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe DeVille If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my Caddy will Well, it was just sundown in a small white town They call it East Side Palmdale (Well) When the Afroman walked through the white land Houses went up for sale (Sale) Well, I was standing on the corner sellin' rap CDs When I met a little girl named Jan (Jan), I let her ride in my Caddy 'Cause I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Ku Klux Klan (Haha) We fucked on the bed, fucked on the floor (Woo) Fucked so long I grew a fuckin' afro Then I fucked to the left (Left), fucked to the right (Right) She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white (Haha) Thought to myself, "Sheeba-sheeba", got my ass lookin' like a zebra I put on my clothes and I was on my way Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet (Oh) So I ran, I jumped out the back window But her daddy, he was waitin' with a two-by-four Oh (Haha), he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right The motherfucker whooped my ass all night But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad That's the best damn pussy I ever had (Haha) Got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine (Woo) I'm gonna fuck that bitch just one more time Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that's all we need (Come on) We can go to the park, after dark, smoke that tumbleweed And as the marijuana burn, we can take our turn Singin' them dirty rap songs Stop and hit the bong like Cheech & Chong And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems Feelin' high as hell, flyin' through Palmdale, skatin' on Dayton rims (Come on) So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe DeVille If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my Caddy will (Uh) I met this lady in Hollywood She had green hair, but damn she looked good I took her to my house because she was fine But she whooped out a dick that was bigger than mine I met this lady from Japan, never made love with an African I fucked her once, I fucked her twice I ate that pussy like shrimp-fried rice Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya (Tell ya) I met a woman in the heart of Australia Had a big butt and big titties too So I hopped in her ass like a Kangaroo See, I met this woman from Hawaii Stuck it in her ass and she said "AIEE!" Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch Then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch I met Colonel Sanders' wife in the state of Kentucky She said, "I'd fry some chicken if you'd just fuck me" I came in her mouth, it was a crisis I gave her my secret blend of Herbs 'n' Spices Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that's all we need (Uh) We can go to the park, after dark, smoke that tumbleweed (Uh) And as the marijuana burn, we can take our turn Singin' them dirty rap songs Stop and hit the bong like Cheech & Chong (Ay, wait a minute man, check this out man, ayy ha) And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee Her titties were filled with Hennessy That country music really drove me crazy But I rode that ass and said, "Yes, Miss Daisy" Met this lady in Oklahoma, put that pussy in a coma Met this lady in Michigan, I can't wait 'til I fuck that bitch again Met a real black girl down in South Carolina Fucked her until she turned into a white albino Fucked this hooker in Iowa, I fucked her on credit, so I owe her (Haha) Fucked this girl down in Georgia Came in her mouth, man, I thought I told ya? Met this beautiful sexy hoe She just ran across the border of Mexico Fine young thing said her name's Maria I wrapped her up just like a hot tortilla I wanna get married, but I can't afford it I know I'ma cry when she get deported Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that's all we need (Come on) We can go to the park, after dark, smoke that tumbleweed (Uh) And as the marijuana burn, we can take our turn Singin' them dirty rap songs Stop and hit the bong like Cheech & Chong And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems Feelin' high as hell, flyin' through Palmdale, skatin' on Dayton rims (Come on) So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe DeVille If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell... Extended version with a fourth and final verse: Have you ever went over a girl's house to fuck But the pussy just ain't no good? (Say what?) I mean, you gettin' upset because you can't get her wet Plus you in the wrong neighborhood So you try to play it off and eat the pussy But it take her so long to cum Then a dude walk in, that's her big boyfriend And he asks you, "Where you from?" So you wipe your mouth and you try to explain You start talking real fast But he already mad 'cause you fucking his woman So he start beating on yo' ass, now your clothes all muddy Your nose all bloody, your dick was hard but now it's soft You thought you had a girl to rock your world Now you still gotta go jack off Said Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that's all we need We can go to the park, after dark, smoke that tumbleweed

American Boy

rb

Estelle

{"Kanye West"}

This a number one champion sound (Yeah) Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down (Get down) Who the hottest in the world right now? (Uh) Just touched down in London town (Uh) Bet they give me a pound (Uh) Tell 'em put the money in my hand right now (Yes) Tell the promoter we need more seats We just sold out all the floor seats Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy He said, "Hey, sister, it's really, really nice to meet ya" I just met this 5-foot-7 guy who's just my type Like the way he's speakin', his confidence is peakin' Don't like his baggy jeans but I might like what's underneath them And, no, I ain't been to MIA I heard that Cali never rains and New York's wide awake First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my bredrin I'm likin' this American boy, American boy Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy, American boy La, la la, la la, eya La, la la, la la, eya La, la la, la la, eya Will you be my American boy? American boy Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway Let's go shopping, maybe then we'll go to a café Let's go on the subway, take me to your hood I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good Dressed in all your fancy clothes Sneakers lookin' fresh to death, I'm lovin' those Shell Toes Walkin' that walk, talk that slick talk I'm likin' this American boy, American boy Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy Tell 'em wah gwan, blud! Who killin' them in the UK? Everybody gonna say, "You, K" Reluctantly, 'cause most of this press don't fuck with me Estelle once said to me, "Cool down, down Don't act a fool now, now." I always act a fool oww, oww Ain't nothing new now, now He crazy, I know what you thinkin' Ribena, I know what you're drinkin' Rap singer, chain blinger Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinkin' What's your persona about this Americana rhymer? Am I shallow 'cause all my clothes designer? Uh Dressed smart like a London bloke (Yeah) Before he speak his suit bespoke (Woop) And you thought he was cute before Look at this pea coat, tell me he's broke (Woo) And I know you ain't into all that I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit But I still talk that ca-a-ash 'Cause a lotta wags wanna hear it And I'm feelin' like Mike at his baddest Like The Pips at their gladdest And I know they love it So to hell with all that rubbish Would you be my love, my love? Would you be mine? Would you be my love, my love? Would you be mine? Could you be my love, my love? (Ooh) Would you be my American boy? American boy Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day (Ooh, someday) Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay (I wanna see the Bay) I really want to (You) come kick it with you (Ooh-ooh-ooh) You'll be my American boy, American boy (Be my American boy) Take me on a trip I'd like to go some day (I'd like to go some day) Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA (See LA) I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy, American boy La, la la, la la, eya (La, la) La, la la, la la, eya (Ooh, ooh) La, la la, la la, eya Will you be my American boy?