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No Matter What

rap

T.I.

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[Verse 1] Never have you seen in your lifetime A more divine southern rapper with a swag like mine Facin' all kinda time, but smile like I'm fine Brag with such passion and shine without tryin' Believe me, pain's a small thang to a giant I was born without a dime, out the gutter, I climbed Spoke my mind and didn't stutter one time Ali say, "Even the greatest gotta suffer sometime" So I huff and puff, rhymes, lyrics so sick wit it Set the standard in Atlanta, how to get-get-get it So you up-and-coming rappers wanna diss, just kill it I'm officially the realest, point blank, period Whether I still live in the hood or just visit Whatever you can do in the hood, I done did it That's why the dope boys and the misfits feel it This still his city long as TIP livin', nigga [Hook] I ain't dead (nah!), I ain't done (nah!) I ain't scared (of what?), I ain't run (from who?) But still I stand (yeah) No matter what, people Here I am, yeah, no matter what, remember I ain't break (never), I ain't fold (never) They hate me more (so?) Yeah I know (haha!) Here I go, yeah, no matter what shawty, here I go No matter what, shawty [Verse 2] You let the blog sites and the magazines tell it I'm sure to be in jail until 2027 Rather see me in the cell instead of this new McLaren God will take you through Hell just to get you to Heaven So even though it's heavy, the load I will carry Grin and still bear it, win and still share it Apologies to the fans, I hope you can understand it Life can change your directions, even when you ain't planned it All you can do is handle, worst thing you can do is panic Use it to your advantage, avoid insanity, manage to conquer Every obstacle, make impossible possible Even when winning illogical, losing's still far from optional, and Yeah, they wanna see you shot up in the hospital But when life throw punches, block and counter like a boxer do Been locked inside mi casa too long, I did a song To make it known that the King lives on, pimpin' [Hook] I ain't dead (nah!), I ain't done (nah!) I ain't scared (of what?), I ain't run (from who?) But still I stand (yeah) No matter what, people Here I am, yeah, no matter what, remember I ain't break (never), I ain't fold (never) They hate me more (so?) Yeah I know (haha!) Here I go, yeah, no matter what shawty, here I go No matter what, shawty [Verse 3] Even in solitude, there's still no hotter dude I show you how to do what you do, you ain't gotta clue All you do is follow dude, sound like a lotta dudes I'll weather whatever storm, make it out without a bruise I understand why, now, with my hands tied They take shots, cause if I'm out there it's a landslide But revenge is best served as a cold dish And suckas will get served, nigga, no shit Guess it was understood, for me, it was over-with But I don't quit, if you ain't noticed yet They couldn't wait to say, "Goodnight, shawty" So they could try to rhyme, act and look like shawty Go get a beat from Toomp and make a hook like shawty Before ya know it I'm back, what it look like, shawty? I lost my partner and my daughter in the same year Somehow I rise above my problems and remain here Yeah, and I hope the picture painted clear If your heart filled with faith, then you can't fear Wonder how I face years and I'm still chillin'? Easy, let go and let God deal with it [Hook] I ain't dead (nah!), I ain't done (nah!) I ain't scared (of what?), I ain't run (from who?) But still I stand (yeah) No matter what, people Here I am, yeah, no matter what, remember I ain't break (never), I ain't fold (never) They hate me more (so?) Yeah I know (haha!) Here I go, yeah, no matter what shawty, here I go No matter what, shawty

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Drunk and Hot Girls

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Kanye West

{"Yasiin Bey"}

[Intro: Mos Def] La-da-da da-da da-da da-da da-da da Blap! [Chorus: Kanye West] We go through too much bullshit Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls We go through too much bullshit Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls We go Through too Much shit To mess Mess with These drunk All of these drunk and hot girls [Verse 1: Kanye West] Driving around town, looking for the best spot For the drunk and hot girls Up in the club, look at here what we got Some drunk and hot girls Stop dancing with your girlfriend and come dance with me Stop talking 'bout your boyfriend since he is not me Stop running up my tab 'cause these drinks is not free You drunk and hot girl [Chorus: Kanye West] We go through too much bullshit Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls We go through too much bullshit Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls We go Through too Much shit To mess Mess with These drunk All of these drunk and hot girls [Verse 2: Kanye West] I don't want to drop your friends off, I just want you You drunk and hot girl You want to sit down but we hit the drive-thru You drunk and hot girl Please don't fall asleep, baby, we almost back Please don't throw up in the car, we almost crashed Oh, now you sober, how'd I know you'd say that? You drunk and hot girl [Chorus: Kanye West] We go through too much bullshit Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls We go through too much bullshit Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls We go Through too Much shit To mess Mess with These drunk All of these drunk and hot girls [Bridge: Mos Def] Love, the dangerous necessity that people seek Without regard to where they are The human heart is curious above all things Love, the lights are low, your eyes are bright The music plays, it's sweet delight It's out of sight, I'm feeling right Your dress is tight Oh, how, I want you right now [Verse 3: Kanye West with Mos Def] Don't tell me, you sing, you about to get a deal You drunk and hot girl "Ah da da da da," That's how the fuck you sound You drunk and hot girl, yeah You only live once, do whatever you like I thought I'd be with you for only one night Now I'm with this girl for the rest of my life That drunk and hot girl [Chorus: Kanye West with Mos Def] We go through too much bullshit Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls (A little sippy-sippy) We gonna through too much bullshit Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls (Did she say she want a brewski?) We go Through too Much shit To mess Mess with These drunk All of these drunk and hot girls [Outro: Mos Def] La-da-da da-da da-da da-da da-da da Blap!

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Strong Will Continue

rap

Nas & Damian Marley

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[Intro: Nas] All I do is stay focused Looking straight forward at the world and beyond I feel people pulling me down I feel some pulling me up I can't get stuck I just keep moving forward I got places to go man Let's go [Chorus: Damian Marley] When the armageddon's dark and dread A lot of weak hearted weep and moan Only the strong will continue Do you have it in you? Come, we've got a journey to go And when the battle get sour and dread A lot of weak hearted wither and moan Only the strong will continue I know you have it in you I know you have it in you [Verse 1: Damian Marley] Hey, the victory's found in truth Like innocence found in youth Self defeat is your own dispute And man, you put yourself in your own shoes Either you're winning or losing Don't you get it confused Play a star and you know your own movie Playing of the role you choose, so Stand up and fight if you know that you're right And know you will never fail Tipping the scale and the wind shall prevail And the boat shall forever sail Hey, there ain't no stopping or cruising Even when you're battered and bruised Outrun all the sprinters on Mount Olympus My God's tougher than Zeus [Chorus: Damian Marley (Nas)] When the Armageddon's dark and dread (I get up and make it happen) A lot of weak hearted wither and moan (I get up and we get it cracking) Only the strong will continue Do you have it in you? Come, we've got a journey to go And when the battle get sour and dread (I get up and I get it going) A lot of weak hearted wither and moan (We get up and we keep it flowing) Only the strong will continue (yeah) I know you have it in you (yeah, yeah) I know you have it in you [Verse 2: Nas] As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death New York to Cali, for the money, power, respect It's a journey, some'll get left behind Cause in life, you cannot press rewind Get it right, you only have one first chance To make one first impression that lasts a lifetime Reputation supersedes itself Do you believe in Hell? Babylon greed for wealth Do you deceive yourself and let your ego swell? And disregard those who most need your help Thick skin, the dark won't take my soul Survive spiritual wars, see my welts And the evil's felt, but the faith is stronger I saw grown men fall when I was a youngster But I clench my fists, ready to go against whoever Tie my Timbs and rise in the end [Chorus: Damian Marley (Nas)] When the armageddon's dark and dread (I get up and make it happen) A lot of weak hearted weep and moan (I get up and we get it cracking) Only the strong will continue Do you have it in you? Come, we've got a journey to go And when the battle get sour and tread (I get up and I get it going) A lot of weak hearted wither and moan (We get up and we keep it flowing) Only the strong will continue (yeah) I know you have it in you (yeah, yeah) I know you have it in you [Verse 3: Damian Marley] No man live forever, but never say never Every good he want better, must be a go getter And always be clever in every endeavor Cause drastic time call for drastic measure Yuh birthright to pleasure From yuh navel string sever The land and the treasure, work for whatever Jah said don't be a beggar, the Alpha Omega Will bless every soul no matter which name you prefer The immortal stepper, believe in every skin no matter which color they are We never let we don't know here which kind of weather You're destined to rise like the Son of Rebecca Don't stop for a second Everyone reckon, it sure would be good to be there Whether Zion or Mecca When the gates are finally closed And the saints go marching in [Chorus: Damian Marley & (Nas)] When the armageddon's dark and dread A lot of weak hearted weep and moan Only the strong will continue Do you have it in you? Come, we've got a journey to go And when the battle get sour and dread A lot of weak hearted wither and moan Only the strong will continue I know you have it in you I know you have it in you [Verse 4: Nas] I'm a street lifer Always harrassed by the cee cyphers Chief like Geronimo with his peace pipe I emerged from the street life This for the homies who relate Know what it be like My QB life takin' a turn to the Louis XIII life Twisted and mangled sort of like Bruce Lee life Cursed with his son Brandon If that's you and me, Knight, I pray our fates greater I speak life I still matter as a rapper, not doubtin' Even Toni Braxton signed a deal with Craig Kallman How in, the hell am I supposed stay comfy When I pay child support, alimony monthly? Got Maseratis and Ferraris Only like a woman who's a rider, But only ho's want me Single life crazy, niggas wives on me I say stay faithful, they say their man corny So I'm, stuck with a married woman So fine, cheatin while they husband Rushing on the 40-yard line, wonder if This is what my ex did the whole time Good niggas seem to always end up With some hard times, hope not If a pimp slippin and a ho plot Ain't nothin to a G in a two-tone drop, kid And it don't stop, See a nigga dissapearin With the baddest honeys in the whole spot, yeah

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Say Something

rap

Timbaland

{Drake}

[Chorus: Drake] This shit was all I knew, you and me only I did it all for you, still you were lonely We could've worked it out, uh, but I guess things change It's funny how someone else's success brings pain When you're no longer involved, that person has it all And you just stuck standin' there but I'm gon' need you to say something, baby Say-say something, baby Say something, babe, say something I'm gon' need you to say something, baby I'm gon' need you to say something, baby, ohh-whoa [Verse 1: Timbaland] Yeah, it really sucks, but ever since I’ve been long gone I traded in my señorita for a microphone I hate the way you fell apart, girl, it's sad to see Your life is good, but me and you we a catastrophe If I was unsuccessful, would you be satisfied? I need a paramedic girl, I’m feeling paralyzed If I could choose, you will always be a friend to me The more money I made you acting like my enemy – it's crazy I can’t help it if you feel ashamed Thought the pressure would turn you into my diamond babe How can something so familiar be so strange Closest friends get estranged when the status change, ah Is it my mistake, thinking that where I am and where you at? And my homeboy Larry Live is the only one that had my back You were the perfect pair and now it seems that we don’t match Is it the money, want me to give it back? [Chorus: Drake] This shit was all I knew, you and me only I did it all for you, still you were lonely We could've worked it out, uh, but I guess things change It's funny how someone else's success brings pain When you're no longer involved, that person has it all And you just stuck standin' there but I'm gon' need you to say something, baby Say-say something, baby Say something, babe, say something I'm gon' need you to say something, baby I'm gon' need you to say something, baby, ohh-whoa [Verse 2: Drake] Uh! I am the topic of conversation, this is celebration Let's toast to the fact that I've moved out my mama's basement To a condo downtown, 'cause it's all about location I sit and drink wine and watch Californication, to life You shoulda been here to kick it with me We could have split this whole thing up 50/50 But now I'm at the 40/40 getting bitches tipsy Killing shit, the ever-so talented Mr. Ripley How I go from being the man that you argue with To me and Dwayne Carter putting out the hardest shit I should wanna go back to the one I started with But I'm addicted to this life, it's gon' be hard to quit Yeah, just ask me how things are coming along You could tell me that you've never heard none of my songs Long as you end up saying one day you plan to listen 'Cause what's a star when it's most important fan is missing? [Chorus: Drake] This shit was all I knew, you and me only I did it all for you, still you were lonely We could've worked it out, uh, but I guess things change It's funny how someone else's success brings pain When you're no longer involved, that person has it all And you just stuck standin' there but I'm gon' need you to say something, baby Say-say something, baby Say something, babe, say something I'm gon' need you to say something, baby I'm gon' need you to say something, baby, ohh-whoa

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4 My Town Play Ball

rap

Birdman

{"Lil Wayne",Drake}

[Intro: Birdman] Play ball! Yeah, so priceless Life's so priceless nigga, you understand me? It's just like that My car so priceless, my bitch so priceless, my familia is so priceless nigga, ya understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us Or either you in the huddle or yall could huddle Either you ridin up or we pass some flyin by sayin "Fuck it" It's Young Money Cash Money playboy That's bout the size up At the rooftop, so hot up in here nigga Yeah, let's go [Chorus: Drake] Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mound And I swear it's going down, I'm just repping for my town Off a cup of C.J Gibson, man I'm faded off the brown And I’m easily influenced by the niggas I'm around See that Aston Martin, when I start it hear the sound I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground [Verse 1: Drake] Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical Spades or the Opus, baby, what you got a feeling for? I can show you new things, have you feeling spiritual Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes - miwacles Yeah, okay, they say that I'm the one, in fact Some say that I'm their favorite but I ain't hearing none of that I’m about my team, ho, Young Money running back Cash Money superstar, where the fuck is Stunna at? Damn [Verse 2: Birdman] Untouchable 40 with my AK Mastermind, big money heavy weight On the grind, flipping money in every way Headline, my bitch shine everyday Pearl white Don P, Marc Jacobs gloves Cartier Louis case with a dope plod From the mud where they what you leave in your blood Going in, flipping hundreds get the young plug Show ‘em where it go Floating on the floor, getting more dough Grind hard, go, black diamond show, watch the flame blow And how you stay grounded? Cash no go And how you stay mounded? Cash no flow And how you stay shining? Bentley off the floor And how you stay high? Purple pine dro Diamond minks, fur, February snow [Chorus: Drake & Lil Wayne] Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mound And I swear it's going down, I'm just repping for my town Off a cup of C.J Gibson, man I'm faded off the brown (CJ) And I’m easily influenced by the niggas I'm around (yeah) See that Aston Martin, when I start it hear the sound I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown (Stunna) But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uhh, you know you paid when you got Baby with ya It's Young Money like Ben Frank's baby pictures I’m a lady twister, I kiss her whiskers I been running this shit - blisters Sticking to the script: movie star money And if you gassed up, I leave the car running I’m a big smoker, I’m a little drinker My peace sign is just the trigger and the middle finger Wha-what you know about it, man ya’ll clueless I let two women ride me, that's car-poolers I rock stupid ice, Mr. Water Coolers If y'all in the building then we are intruders Simmer down, pimpin', let me handle this I know the game: analyst Man I’m the shit, and y'all janitors Blow out the kush and crack a smile for the cameras [Chorus: Drake & Lil Wayne] Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mound (Tunechi) And I swear it's going down, I'm just repping for my town (Yeah) Off a cup of C.J Gibson, man I'm faded off the brown And I’m easily influenced by the niggas I'm around See that Aston Martin, when I start it hear the sound I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground [Outro: Birdman] I see you boy Mula, ya [?] Behind the sky Who next, [?], believe that [?] cloud and smoke, yeah We up here boy Straight over old school, just like Just like that, CMB Drizzy, 1 hunnid Brr-eah

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Rumble Young Man Rumble

rap

Juelz Santana

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[Juelz Santana] Juelz Santana. Ain't no turning back from here [Thats right] [VERSE 1] I am sicker than Sick Wid It DON'T listen just picture it HOW vivid this picture is ME gifted and living this NO gimmicks or images I spit and deliver it LIKE no one that's living, shit [AYE] Straight from the ground you dig? Close to where the groundhogs live Where the police hound y'all kids Arrest and give out long bids From where they keep the four squeeze the four Hustle all day in the streets so long If the feds ever decide to come We all going down on a motherfucking RICO law [HOOK] I was taught be smart stay humble I was taught be hard don't fumble I was taught in this concrete jungle Rumble, young man, rumble I was taught stay hard as they come dude I was taught any problems confront you I was taught in this concrete jungle Rumble, young man, rumble [VERSE 2] Greater than great I am YES haters they hate I am WHAT playing I play to win PLUS still I remain up in THE hood I came up in BUT the hood I came up in FUCKED since Bush done came up in YUP [AYE] From my date of birth hun' 'Til my day in the dirt come I remain the earth's one YES the matrix's first son Toast to the good days to the bad days To the good yay' to the bad yay' To the time the shit was mixed up I had good yay' on a bad day [HOOK] [VERSE 3] Best of the best I is AND never the less I is AYE man of respect I is REAL dammit yes I is KILL nigga yes I will LEAVE bodies by cemeteries HE'S forever buried HOW by any means necessary I'm here to promise to keep my vows in order I'm here to promise to keep my child in order 'Til the day I get locked 'Til the day I get shot Or till the day I just drown in water [AYE] Don't feel sorry for me, have a party for me Bitches, balloons, Bacardi and weed And let niggas know that I died with a heart of a G [AYE] [Hook]

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Straight Outta Compton

rap

N.W.A

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[Intro: Dr. Dre] You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge [Verse 1: Ice Cube] 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) [Interlude 1: Eazy-E & MC Ren] Yo, Ren! (What's up?) Tell 'em where you from! [Verse 2: MC Ren] 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) [Interlude 2: Dr. Dre] Eazy is his name, and the boy is coming [Verse 3: Eazy E] 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) [Outro: Dr. Dre] Damn, that shit was dope!

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I Live in a TV

rap

Gucci Mane

{"DJ Drama"}

[Intro] 1 for the money, 2 for my jewelry game 3 for my luggage game (Dram' cruise!)Crazy luggage game Gucci 4 for shoes, 5 for my closet same size as your apartment (Mr. Thanksgiving!) Well damn Gucci! (Pay attention!) [Verse 1] So Icey the pharmacist, coca leaves like Sosa I shoot you just like Tony When homey knocked his sister down Scarface Gucci: my life’s a motion picture Gucci Tarantino, Casino, Gucci Pacino I’m Gucci Mane Soprano, more keys than a grand pianoWatching Blow, thinking George'll look out for Diego I’m smoking on that color purple, working like I’m Harpo Feeling just like Smokey felt when Craig beat shit out Debo Call me Gucci Watch Me, freeze me, save me, watch me: TiVo Your album came out, I rated it "worst". Response: I hated it Boyz In The Hood, got juice and rock jewelry Cars "Fast And Furious", shout out to my boy Ludacris Supafly, High School Higher Than an Eagle eye I think that they should legalize, my flow stronger than turpentine Trafficking like Bailey, bricks coming across the border line Bust a brick, he tell her: "Sniff", then she say that: "It’s party time" It’s frightening and scary so they say I've got a horror mind Gucci Mane not Stephen King but my car crazy like Christine Rolls - Mary's baby born young and broke in 1980 Black and broke I’m thugging crazy, made it hard for mom to raise me Set it off, Dead Presidents, hop out the trash can painted faces Eddie Murphy: Trading Places Sanford Son, Gucci Mane But you can call me Shady Grady Haha Gangsta Grillz you bastard, Gucci Mane will be your Daddy [Hook] I live in a TV, I live in a TV It’s Gucci Mane La Flare, I live my life in a TV Tell me, do you hear me lady? I know that you see me, Baby I live in a TV, I live in a TV [Verse 2] Picture me posing in your plasma Don’t you think I’m handsome? There’s no need to answer My watch is so handsome; better yet attractive Hoes think it’s cute but my money got my pants sagging I’m international and I’m icy like your baby daddy No, I’m 10 times icier than your daddy Tell your boy the truth: that his daddy is a faggot Only reason that you had him was for your fucking taxes

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Superstar Remix

rap

Lupe Fiasco

{Jeezy,T.I.,"Young Buck","Matthew Santos"}

[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy] Ah, ah, oh my God All this for me, I must be on my job First album was a classic, never got an award Took my first 10 grand and bought a Honda Accord And then I pack them thangs inside the Honda Accord And put them on a highway and watch the Honda Accord "Excuse me engineer, hope you pressing record" And on behalf of the streets, I just can't be ignored I stay in all black just like a new Glock All the broads screaming like they just seen 2Pac Say his earrings 'bout as big as his ego Keep a fresh bald head like he just left chemo This ain't even mine, this is Lupe's single And every time I watch The Wire, it's like I just left B-More Call me Marlo, come be my Snoopy Superstar, baby, why wouldn't you do me [Hook 1 - Mathew Santos] If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear The camera's here And the microphones And they wanna know [Verse 2 - Lupe Fiasco] You on your 15th minute of fame and on the 16th Beginith the lame, and on 17 you lose everything The 21st is the worst, wishing you was 11 Popping like you was 7 with the feeling when you was seconds Reminiscing when you was just in Now you just him, no longer the trend they dressin' Now you wondering where all the press went You no longer impress them Get arrested, paparazzi will press then I fell on purpose to stay a freshman I lose, but Lu attend the school for X-Men So when I get my cap and gown and put the rapping down I'll only know half my powers, but I spent half an hour Like a senior citizen, having a baby shower Haters wanna budget, but my fans still love it So you can ask them exactly who I are Nine weeks at number one, I'm a superstar [Hook 2 - Matthew Santos] If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear The crowd is here And the lights are on And they want a show [Verse 3 - T.I.] OK now, Anyone who know me, they know me to ride But when the shit was selling slow, it's just my homies and I Had to get rid of all the phonies and the homies's disguise So you speaking and I don't reply, homie, don't be surprised You ain't gotta ride for me, I ain't asked you to Take a journey on my own, I would gladly do You go and turn around, now, I call the cab for you I stand up on my own two, he kissed a ass of who No way, Jose, we pop Rose, blow dro, that's more than okay See but don't say, my folks they flip, more yay than Cirque Du Soleil Keyser Söze, oh they, kill people and get off like O.J You catch your case, just shut your face, don't get caught singing do-re Mi-fa-so-la-ti-do, ghetto hero, G Code. I obey He's so gay. Didn't have no business hanging 'round me, no way It's okay, life lesson learned, I suggest that you go your way I be straight, no conversation, man, this all I'm gon say [Hook 3 - Matthew Santos] If you are what you say you are A ghetto superstar Then have no fear Cause the gangsters here And I'm gonna blow the dro You already know [Verse 4: Young Jeezy] Wishing it would stop raining, just finished slanging Rap ain't selling but I'm still maintaining Tryna to keep changing, same old shows Rich get richer and the broke get poor Q did for came back game swoll Now Jimmy locked up with 9 months to go A nigga named slow used to get money fast Lil' David has a Cadillac I wish I had Young B got killed, now we miss Big Wrath When homicide came, guess who they grabbed I remember Rico everywhere we go He would pay the DJ just to let me flow Everything we know, we get it from these streets Can't wait 'til the day Lil Bud released Now my sister in jail and my brother is too In case you wanna know what my mother going through [Hook - Matthew Santos] If you are what you say you are A ghetto superstar Then have no fear Cause the gangsters here And I'm gonna blow the dro You already know [Verse 5: Young Jeezy] I met this lady she said she my auntie Never got to meet her cause my daddy didn't want me The light bill due and the water bill late Time got her, got a little girl yesterday Just made [?] and he right back in there Get him out. What he did? I don't even care Yeah, he got popped when his kids was around Took his to Chuck-E-Cheese and got gunned down Now he on the run, hope he never get caught Charges he facing was not his fault The police shot the wife, he got a lawsuit Hit him in his arm for nothing, what would y'all do? My niece Tina ran away from the group home I'm tryna get custody, it's taking 'em too long So if you didn't see me in the video with 50 Just know I'm in the ghetto, somewhere in my city [Hook - Matthew Santos] If you are what you say you are A ghetto superstar Then have no fear Cause the gangsters here And I'm gonna blow the dro You already know

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Successful

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Drake

{"Lil Wayne","Trey Songz"}

[Intro: Trey Songz] The money (Money), cars (Cars) The clothes (Clothes), the hoes I suppose Yeah [Chorus: Trey Songz] I want the money (Money), money and the cars Cars and the clothes (Clothes), the hoes I suppose I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful [Verse 1: Drake] Drizzy Aw yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel ya They be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar I get it, I live it, to me there's nothin' realer Just enough to solve your problems, too much'll kill ya And when I leave, I always come right back here The young spitter that everybody in rap fear A lot of y'all are still soundin' like last year The game need change and I'm the motherfuckin' cashier Nickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bed Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head Take my verses too serious, you'll hate me 'Cause I'm the one to paint a vivid picture, no HD Yeah, I want it all, that's why I strive for it Diss me, you'll never hear a reply for it Any award show or party, I get fly for it I know that it's comin', I just hope that I'm alive for it [Chorus: Trey Songz] I want the money (Money), money and the cars Cars and the clothes (Clothes), the hoes I suppose I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful [Verse 2: Drake] Yeah, I want things to go my way But as of late, a lot of shit been goin' sideways And my mother tried to run away from home But I left something in the car and so I caught her in the driveway And she cried to me, so I cried too And my stomach was soakin' wet, she only 5'2" And 40, that was all before I showed up And brought a thousand dollars worth of drinks and got poured up Damn, my reality just set in And even when the Phantom's leased, them hoes wanna get in I do a lot of things hopin' I never have to fit in So tryna keep up with my progress, it's like a dead-end My girl love me, but fuck it, my heart beats slow And right now the tour bus is lookin' like a freak show And life change for us every single week, so It's good, but I know this ain't the peak though 'cause I want the: [Chorus: Trey Songz] I want the money (Money), money and the cars Cars and the clothes (Clothes), the hoes I suppose I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful [Interlude] Alright well, um, alright. We... we'll fuckin' figure it out. You know what you—you know what you're doin' with it, you know, makin' it to the top. All the way to the top. Yeah, you do it for the money, and not the honey, you know what I'm sayin'? You know what I'm sayin'? [Verse 3: Drake] Wise words from a decent man Back when I was trying to put a ring on Alisha hand This lost boy got fly without Peter Pan And my delivery just got me buzzin' like the pizza man In-person I am everything and more I'm everywhere these other niggas never been before But inside I'm treadin' water, steady tryna swim to shore I'm on a shopping spree to get whatever is in store Yeah, just call me "Shoppin' Bag Drizzy" Or call me Mr. "Damn, he ain't coppin' that, is he?" And fans of the freshman is about to get iffy While this youngin that you doubted is about to get busy I'ma kill it, I promise, that's how I know you're mad I've always treated my city like some shoulder pads The big homie, use a flash if you must And I swear I ain't askin' for much, all I want is the... [Chorus: Trey Songz & Drake] Yeah, I want the money (Money), money and the cars Cars and the clothes (Clothes), the hoes I suppose I just wanna be (Yeah), I just wanna be successful (That's all I want, man) I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful (You gotta tell 'em, Trey) I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful [Interlude: Drake] Yeah, it's like I, it's like I know what I gotta say I just don't know... how to say it... to you [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Uh, pardon the swag, but bitch, it's Car-tey Long bread, I don't eat shortcake, how come I can't Miss a woman like I can't miss court dates Cheese, but she's not in this portrait And yeah, life's fine, but I don't portray I'm on the other side, but it is a short gate I don't want the glow, I want the glo-ray And I'ma fuck the world, but this is just foreplay Tired of hearin' bullshit, bring on the cow shit Haven't met a smell that's stinkier than our shit And that's word to Toronto So high up, I got birds in the condo Ha, ain't that a female dog? Ask her who I am to her, and she yell, "God" Weezy Baby, I go re-al hard No further details, boy

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My President

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Jeezy

{Nas}

[Intro: Young Jeezy] Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote I ain't write this, by the way, nigga Some real shit right here, nigga This'll be the realest shit you ever quote Let's go [Chorus: Young Jeezy] My president is Black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My mama ain't at home and Daddy's still in jail Tryna make a play, anybody seen the scale? My president is Black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordans light grey And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay? Let's go [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] Today was a good day, hope I have me a great night I don't know what you fishin' for, but catch you a great white Me, I see great white, heavy as killer whales I cannot believe this, who knew it came in bales? Who knew what came with jail? Who knew what came with prison? Just 'cause you got opinions, does that make you a politician? Bush robbed all of us, would that make him a criminal? And then he cheated in Florida, would that make him a Seminole? I say, and I quote, "We need a miracle" And I say a miracle 'cause this shit is hysterical By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah Mr. Soul Survivor, guess that make me a Konvict Be all you can be, now don't that sound like some dumb shit When you die over crude oil as black as my nigga Bu It's really a Desert Storm, that's word to my nigga Clue Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R., Arizona Rep for them real niggas, I'm winnin' in California Winnin' in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta Landslide Alabama, on my way to Savannah [Chorus: Young Jeezy] My president is Black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My mama ain't at home and Daddy's still in jail Tryna make a play, anybody seen the scale? My president is Black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordans light grey And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay? Let's go [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I said I woke up this mornin', headache this big Pay all these damn bills, feed all these damn kids Buy all these school shoes, buy all these school clothes For some strange reason my son addicted to Polos Love me some spinach dip, I'm addicted to Houston's And if them numbers is right I'll take a trip out to Houston An earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans Street Dreams Tour, I showed my ass in New Orleans Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G.  It's all love, Bun, I'm forgivin' you, Pimp C You know how the Pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind If he could speak down from Heaven, he'd tell me stay on my grind Tell him I'm doin' fine, Obama for mankind We ready for damn change, so y'all let the man shine Stuntin' on Martin Luther, feelin' just like a king Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had a dream [Chorus: Young Jeezy] My president is Black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My mama ain't at home and Daddy's still in jail Tryna make a play, anybody seen the scale? My president is Black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordans light grey And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay? Let's go (Yeah) [Verse 3: Nas] Our history, Black history No president ever did shit for me Had to hit the streets, had to flip some kis So a nigga won't go broke Then they put us in jail, now a nigga can't go vote So I spend dough on these hoes strippin' She ain't a politician, honey's a pole-itician My president is Black, Rose golden charms Twenty-two inch rims like Hulk Hogan's arms When thousands of peoples is riled up to see you That can arouse your ego, we've got mouths to feed, so Gotta stay true to who you are and where you came from 'Cause at the top will be the same place you hang from No matter how big you can ever be For whatever fee or publicity, never lose your integrity For years there's been some prize horses in this stable Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label Mr. Black President, yo, Obama for real They gotta put your face on the 5,000 dollar bill [Chorus: Young Jeezy] My president is Black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My mama ain't at home and Daddy's still in jail Tryna make a play, anybody seen the scale? My president is Black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordans light grey And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay? Let's go [Outro: Young Jeezy] See, I'm sittin' here right now, man It's June 3rd, haha, 2:08 a.m.  Nigga, I wanna say win, lose or draw Man, we congratulate you already, homie See, I motivate the thugs, right? You motivate us, homie, that's what it is This a hands-off policy Y'all touch him, we ridin', nigga Yeah, first Black president, win, lose or draw, nigga Haha, matter of fact, you know what it is, man? Shouts out to Jackie Robinson, Booker T. Washington, homie Oh, you ain't think I knew that shit? Sydney Poitier, what they do? Our president is Black I'm important too though I was the first nigga to ride through my hood in a Lamborghini Yeah, haha, you know what I'm sayin'? Nah, for real, though, we ready for change

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Hands Up

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eLZhi

{​eLZhi}

[Intro: Elzhi] Alright El Get it together nigga Take a deep breath Okay it's simple now All you got to do man is just go in there Get the money, get out, in and out You know what I'm sayin? You ready Uh, let's do this [Childrens' voices behind the Intro] Put 'em up! Freeze!, freeze!, freeze!, freeze! Put 'em up! Freeze!, freeze!, freeze!, freeze! Hands up! Freeze!, freeze!, freeze!, freeze! Hands up! Freeze!, freeze!, freeze! [Verse 1: Elzhi, (Store Employee)] Yo, gramps empty the drawer, (oh, please don't shoot) (Tell me everything you want), you know I'm out for the loot Put your hands where I can see 'em, so they look like 12 PM On the dot, see this Glock? Don't make me give these shells freedom I got, nothin to lose, I've been cut and abused My slut is confused, my bro can't even strut in his shoes I'm on the edge, so I suggest you get cooperatin If I find out you pushed the button and the cops is waitin I'm a put stains from your brain on all of your remains (Don't explain, take from in and out the lanes) (Here's my chain and what I stock in the drawer) Get to lockin the door and hear me cockin the four, cause you not gonna score By goin apes and bananas, now, where's the tapes and the cameras As soon as I escape then I vanish A clean getaway, no witnesses And sentences, you know what type of hit this is Put your hands up [Hook: Childrens' voices (Elzhi)] Hands up! Freeze!, freeze!, freeze!, freeze! Hands up! Freeze!, freeze!, freeze!, freeze! (Put 'em up!) Freeze!, freeze!, freeze!, freeze! Put 'em up! Freeze!, freeze!, freeze!, freeze! [Verse 2: Elzhi, (Store Employee)] Hey hurry up, get to closin the store I want the money in your pockets and everything you post in the drawer Now where's your safe? (Umm, well ...), oh you gonna stop actin dumb pops Oh, I think I will steal this soda and these gumdrops See I ain't got all day, time is wastin Crack the combination, I'm a need all accommodations Better withdraw from the largest to the small You tryin to stall? (I can't recall) Shhh, I think I hear, AW FUCK! somebody saw us, try to pull this off, followed us Now they jaw's on the ground, can't be around when the law gets Close, do what you suppose and you can catch a dose Anybody you consider as close, is adios Where's your car at? (I parked it very far), that's not what I asked You 'bout to make me shoot shots in the mask (Alright, alright, it's in a lot that's just right outside of the back door) Let's go there (I will, but why is this gun in my back for?) [Hook: Childrens' voices (Elzhi)] Hands up! Freeze!, freeze!, freeze!, freeze! Hands up! Freeze!, freeze!, freeze!, freeze! (G-g-g-g-get your motherfuckin hands up! I need to see 'em) Freeze!, freeze!, freeze!, freeze! Put 'em up! Freeze!, freeze!, freeze!, freeze! [Verse 3: Elzhi, (Store Employee)] Now any sudden moves, you will feel the effects of the buck Where did you park inside the lot? (it's right next to the truck) I got to think fast and decide, you slide into the passenger side And you better have some gas in your ride Hurry up, hand me the keys so I can start up this piece of shit It ain't work and I ain't waitin for the police to get Closer, so I can be inside a Wanted poster No sir, we hoppin out, like everything is kosher Hold up wait, I can't believe that it just started You taste some me be weed, what are you retarded? I ought to (why did you hit me?), cause you a dumb ass And here they come fast, from a far, I'm seein some flash It's time to bail, I'm not for doin jail time Sittin in the cell cause of a failed crime And why the fuck you up? I know we ain't just run out of gas Now should I run out of gas, put my gun out and blast [Break: Elzhi, (Cop)] (Okay buddy, the gig is up, and now we got you surrounded) (All your plans are goin down with), I ain't like the way that sounded (Drop the gun, be smart and step away from the car) Alright I will! (nice and slow, this ain't your day is it, huh?) (Put your hands up) [Hook: Childrens' voices] Hands up! Freeze!, freeze!, freeze!, freeze! Hands up! Freeze!, freeze!, freeze!, freeze! Put 'em up! Freeze!, freeze!, freeze!, freeze! Put 'em up! Freeze!, freeze!, freeze!, freeze! Hands up!

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Mighty D-Block 2 Guns Up

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Sheek Louch

{Jadakiss,"Styles P",J-Hood}

[Intro: Jadakiss] D-Block (Yeah, D-Block) D-Block (Green Lantern, blast that, daddy) Everywhere we go, people wanna know (Uh-huh) Who we are (Yeah), so we tell them This is D-Block, mighty, mighty D-Block Everywhere we go, people wanna know (Uh-huh) Who we are (Yeah), so we tell them This is D-Block, mighty, mighty D-Block Everywhere we go— (D-Block, you bitch-ass niggas), uh, yo [Verse 1: Jadakiss] The revolve' or the mati's cool Knife game like Daddy Cool since Bally shoes This is real life street shit, truest and the deepest Known niggas that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed Think I give a fuck what you herbs say? When I got the nigga that you trying to be watching my wordplay Now everybody wanna be 'Pac 'Til they ass really get popped and they die on the third day The Dese' got a beautiful ring And I can hit any one of y'all, options a beautiful thing Body is finished, maybe they can save the tooth Call me Kiss or call me the Black Babe Ruth (Woo) That many hits, fuck that, that many bricks (Yeah) D-Block, that many niggas, gats to your lips (D-Block) My dope is two-toned, but I had to change my spot 'Cause it turned into a drug-free school zone (Let's go) [Interlude: Jadakiss, Sheek Louch, J-Hood & Styles P] J-A-D-A I'm top five dead or alive and that's just off one LP Word up, Sheek Louch up in your motherfuckin' chest Walk— Walk with me Jae Hood Two guns up All I know is bitches and money, grams and guns Here's why they call me the Ghost (Yo) [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] I don't give a fuck about pull out, cock back Spin a motherfucker out, empty his chest Leave your motherfucking whip a mess All over the dashboard, in back seat, pieces of flesh Send niggas to the grave with they face half-gone Stomach ripped open, the beef back on That nigga Sheek rude, I'll spit in your food Tell the women in your family to suck my dick No respect, fuck that, I'll murder you quick Mad weapons in the trunk, bitch, take your pick Stick a grenade up under your fender Stick a pineapple bomb in ya blender, I don't care about you You say fuck Sheek Louch? Well, fuck you too (Uh-huh) Your father, your mother, the hole you came through Niggas don't learn 'til they kerosene-ed out Lighter to their face and spit gasoline out You want me dead, I'm right here, do it, bitch Make me bleed 'til I'm motherfucking fluidless I ain't new at this and don't give a fuck about you Sheek'll run up and smack the shit out you I live this shit, it's never gon' stop Open niggas' face with a octopus top Face all ripped up, catch me on the block Shells all loaded up, catch me with the Glock Pussy motherfuckers don't want no beef Strip niggas down to their platinum teeth (Uh) Chase you in the house with the all-black heat Leave you just boxers and slippers on your feet (Haha) I talk reckless, I really want the coke and the money But I'll settle for your necklace D-Block (Two guns up) [Chorus: Jadakiss] Everywhere we go, people wanna know (Uh-huh) Who we are (Yeah), so we tell them This is D-Block, mighty, mighty D-Block [Interlude: J-Hood] D-Block, two guns up Call up Hood, hit up your hood then we skip up street (Yo, Hood, what up?) [Verse 3: J-Hood] I grew up as a young dude, chilling with them old cats Couldn't cop crack so I had to slang Prozacs (Woo) Fuck being broke, I'm trying to cop a tan four Trap you up like niggas get Pussy in The Sopranos You really want beef? I'm busting the TEC I'll hit you up in the park while you're doing your sets It's D-Block (Yeah, yeah, y'all), can't get no streeter Nigga, I'm nice with the hands, but I'm better with the heater Old school style, stash haze in my sock I'll bust at you and turn your Ac' Jeep to a drop (Yeah) You niggas talking like y'all can't get stuck up (Let's go, Hood) I ain't an icon, but y'all will still get fucked up (Yeah) [Verse 4: Styles P] As we continue on, your hood, you finished (Your hood) Write a suicide note and get a window on (Yeah) Nigga, that's the type of shit we on Redrum, redrum, spin it back like a Missy song Take a cold heart to twist your mom, but it's wintertime Shotty under the snorkel flip when it's dinner time (Yeah) Strange days without Angela Bassett (Strange days) Middle of the hood, niggas handling plastic (All that) Gotta watch your head and not get popped with lead (Uh) And watch your bread, not get popped by Feds (Uh-huh) Anywhere we gonna be in the hood (Yeah) With the burners and the hawks, nigga, being the hood [Chorus: Jadakiss] Everywhere we go, people wanna know (Uh-huh) Who we are (Yeah), so we tell them This is D-Block, mighty, mighty D-Block

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One Mic

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Nas

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[Produced by Chucky Thompson and Nas] [Intro] One time Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One God to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood Mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip Writin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit Mad violence, who I'm gon' body? This hood politics Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us Police watch us, roll up and try knockin' us One knee, I ducked, could it be my time is up? But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again Bus stop glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken Ricochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in Blackin' out as I shoot back, fuck gettin' hit This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it 'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb We need more warriors soon, sent from the stars, sun and the moon In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers Stick-up kids with no conscience leavin' victims with doctors If you really think you ready to die with nines out This is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now [Chorus] Yo, all I need is one mic All I need is one mic (That's all I need) All I need is one mic (All I need, niggas) All I need is one mic (Yeah) [Verse 2] All I need is one blunt, one page and one pen One prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin Matter fact, maybe more than one Look back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them Jesus died at age thirty-three, there's thirty-three shots From twin Glocks, there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two Which means one of my guns was holdin' seventeen Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent Nothin' is fair, niggas roll up shootin' from wheelchairs My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air I let this shit slide for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, two mini nines If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty There's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush Lead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down 'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now [Chorus] All I need is one mic (That's all I need, niggas, that's all I need) All I need is one mic (There's nothin' else in the world) All I need is one mic (That's all a nigga need to do his thing, you know?) All I need is one mic (This is all I need) [Verse 3] All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand Don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical Talkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do Wonder what my secrets is, niggas'll move on you Only if they know what your weakness is, I have none Too late to grab guns, I'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas What you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin' War gets deep, some beef is everlastin' Complete with thick scars Brothers knifin' each other up in prison yards Drama, where does it start? You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a cop'll get killed, body found in a dumpster For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggas throwin' dirt on my name Jealous 'cause fiends got they work and complained Bitches left me 'cause they thought I was finished Shoulda knew she wasn't true, she came to me when her man caught a sentence Diamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes Movin' with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight Swellin' my melon 'cause none of these niggas real Heard they were tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal? This is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found You need some soul-searchin', the time is now [Chorus] All I need is one mic (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) All I need is one mic (All I ever needed in this world, fuck cash) All I need is one mic (Fuck the cars, the jewelry) All I need is one mic (To spread my voice to the whole world, baby)

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Shadrach

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Beastie Boys

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[Intro: Rose Stewart] Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey [Verse 1: MCA, Mike D, Ad Rock, All] Riddle me this, my brother, can you handle it? Your style to my style, you can't hold a candle to it Equinox symmetry and the balance is right Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night It's not how you play the game, it's how you win it I cheat and steal and sin, and I'm a cynic For those about to rock, we salute you The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to I once was lost, but now I'm found The music washes over, and you're one with the sound Well, who shall inherit the earth? The meek shall And, yo, I think I'm starting to peak now, Al And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire We're just three emcees, and we're on the go Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego! [Chorus: Sly Stone, Rose Stewart] Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shad— Hey, hey Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-yeah, hmm [Verse 2: MCA, Mike D, Ad Rock, All] Only twenty-four hours in a day Only twelve notes, well, a man can play Music for all, but not just one people And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel More Adidas sneakers than a plumber's got pliers Got more suits than Jacoby & Meyers (Wow) If not for my vices, and my bugged-out desires My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires 'Cause I'm out picking pockets at the Atlantic Antic And nobody wants to hear you because your rhymes are damn frantic I mix business and pleasure way too much You know, wine and women and song and such I don't get blue, I got a mean red streak You don't pay the band, your friends, yo, that's weak Get even like Steven (Even) like pulling a Rambo Well, Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego! (You know) [Chorus: Sly Stone, Rose Stewart, (Ad-Rock)] Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (-no) Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shad— Hey, hey Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-yeah, hmm [Verse 3: MCA, Mike D, Ad Rock, All] Steal from the rich, and I'm out robbing banks Givin' to the poor, and I always give thanks Because I've got more stories than J.D.'s got Salinger I hold the title, and you are the challenger I've got money like Charles Dickens I've got the girlies in the Coupe like the Colonel's got the chickens And I'm always going out dapper like Harry S. Truman I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman (Newman) [Break: Sly Stone, Ballin' Jack] (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego) (Shad—) (Oh, never gonna let 'em say that I don't love you) (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego) (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego) [Verse 4 MCA, Mike D, Ad Rock, All, (Sample)] Well, my noggin is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts And Adam Yoggin is Yauch, and he's rockin' of course, wow Smoke the holy chalice, got my own religion Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians Like Jerry Lee Swaggart or Jerry Lee Falwell You love Mario Andretti cause he always drives his car well Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born And we love the hot butter (Say what?) The popcorn Sippin' on wine and mackin' Rockin' on the stage with all the hands clappin' (Yeah) Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me, Homes (Being very proud to be an emcee) And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire Amps and crossovers under my rear hood Because the bass is bumping from the back of my Fleetwood They tell us what to do? Hell no! Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego! [Chorus: Sly Stone, (Ad-Rock)] Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (-no) Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shad— [Outro: Rose Stewart] Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey

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Super High

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Rick Ross

{Ne-Yo}

[Intro: Rick Ross] Uh, uh, uh [Verse 1: Rick Ross] From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too Purple Rain over Central Park, chillin' with my goons Big Pop's & Sade's, Cirocs & Chardonnay's My Cassie's sassy so my penthouse my balloon We doin' it big, it's goin' down, 9/11 I'm doin' it big, pullin' up in a 911 I been tryna fuck for months, baby girl it's now or never Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather Uhh, we shinin' when it's pitch dark Yeah this bitch a movie, but this time I play a big part (Uhh) Fuck the marketin', look at what I'm accomplishin' I'm beatin' niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton [Chorus: Ne-Yo] All these cars, all these stars, all around me (Super high) Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh) Cause we are, we are super high Ooh yeah, ooh yeah [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Yeah, yeah, bring your sexy ass over here, baby I wanna buy my bitch every bag And she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back (Uhh) I wanna take my bitch around the globe Hawaii hang-gliding in the mountains, shittin' on these hoes (Woo) Red Bottoms by the barrel Pop them Giuseppe tags like it's American Apparel Twenty thousand up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army Andele, andele, baby move fast (Yeah) She drop it down and bring it back, I like that (I like that) I wanna buy my bitch every bag So she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back [Chorus: Ne-Yo] All these cars, all these stars, all around me (Super high) Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh) Cause we are, we are super high Ooh yeah, ooh yeah [Post-Chorus: Rick Ross] If you're lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with The Boss, take a look I'm super fly, I'm super high You gettin' yours, I'm gettin' mine [Verse 3: Ne-Yo] Ooh, woman of a caliber Only seen in magazines and calendars (Ahh) And I'm sittin' with Ms. October Cause my birthday's in October (Sittin' with Ms. 'Tober) Strawberry and her Rosé (Oh) I can see it in her eye as she wink and she toast me (Oh) And later on we gonna mosey To a place less populated and get cozy [Chorus: Rick Ross & Ne-Yo] If you're lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Super high) Rosay, Rosay Cause we are, we are, super high (Rosay) Ooh yeah, ooh yeah [Post-Chorus: Rick Ross] If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look I'm super fly, I'm super high You gettin' yours, I'm gettin' mine [Outro: Ice Cube, Ne-Yo & Rick Ross] What the fuck are they yellin'? What the fuck are they yellin'? (Super high) What the fuck are they yellin'? What the fuck are they yellin'? (Rozay) What the fuck are they yellin'? (Rozay) What the fuck are they yellin'? (Rozay) What the fuck are they yellin'? What the fuck are they yellin'? (Super high, ooh)

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Heartless

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Kanye West

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[Chorus] 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? [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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? [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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? [Bridge] 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 [Chorus] 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? [Outro] On and on and on and on And on and, and on and on and on

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Str8 Ballin

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Thug Life

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[Intro] I would share the definition of ballin’ With you white folks, but no The game is to be sold and not told, so fuck you [Hook: Sample] I'm just living and a lovin' Waiting for the moment When you've got time to kill [Verse 1] I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block Little bad muthafucka with a pocket full of rocks Learn to throw them thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked And niggas laugh 'til the first muthafucka got blasted I put that nigga in his casket Now they covering the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on the regular, fuck when it counts I'm trying to make a million dollars out a quarter-ounce And getting ghost on the 5-0—fuck them hoes Got a .45, screaming out survival Hey nigga, can I lay low? Cook some yayo Holla "one-time" when I say so Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hitting fences NARCs on a nigga's back, missing me by inches And they say: "How do you survive weighing 165 In a city where the skinny niggas die?" Tell Mama "don't cry", 'cause even when they kill me They can never take the game from a young G I'm Str8 ballin'! [Hook: Sample] I'm just living and a lovin' Waiting for the moment When you've got time to kill (Str8 ballin') I'm just living and a lovin' Waiting for the moment When you've got time to kill [Verse 2] I'm still on parole, but I'm the first nigga serving Pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealing It's kinda booming 'round the way, and today I'll make a killing Dressing down like I’m dirty, but only on the block It's a clever disguise to keep me running from the cops I'm getting high, I think I'll die if I don't get no ends I'm in a bucket, but I’m riding it like it's a Benz I hit the strip and let my music bump Drinking liquor and I'm looking for some hoes to fuck Rather die making money than live poor and legal As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo I need money in a major way Time to fuck my beyotch! Ha! And getting paid You other muthafuckers crawlin' But me and my muthafuckin' thug niggas—we str8 ballin'!!! [Hook: Sample] I'm just living and a lovin' Waiting for the moment When you've got time to kill I'm just living and a lovin' Waiting for the moment When you've got time to kill [2Pac during hook] Look here, y'all know what time it is This the part where y'all loc up You now what I'm sayin'? Str8 ballin' Doing 55, nigga, do time The police right behind They can't see me, they wanna be me Str8 muthafuckin' ballin' Start letting it off, nigga, this '94, and niggas want mo' We str8 ballin' That's how it's goin down my muthafuckin' nigga Bulletproof vests and all, you know? [Verse 3] I'm damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do So watch a young motherfucker pull a trigger just to raise up! But don't let them see you cry Dry your eyes, young nigga, time to do or die I keep a pistol in my pocket, ready On my block, ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit And I done seen a muthafucka’ peep pain At point-blank range 'cause he slept on the game And ain't a damned thing changed You shaking the dice, now roll 'em If you can't stand pain, better hold 'em 'Cause ain't no telling what you might roll You might fold, catch AIDS from a slight cold, nigga Best to live your life to the fullest Be quick to kill the bull Got a pistol, motherfucker, better pull it 'Cause even when they kill me They can never take the game from a young G We str8 ballin'! [Hook: Sample] I'm just living and a lovin' Waiting for the moment When you've got time to kill I'm just living and a lovin' Waiting for the moment When you've got time to kill [2Pac during hook] They have you niggas believe you bout to die When we really coming up like a muthafucka Just str8 ballin', know what I'm sayin'? Fuck that small-time nickel-and-dime shit If you gonna do it, do it, nigga If you want it, pursue it! We can handle the shit It's time for niggas to stay ballin'! We made this muthafucka! For who? [Verse 4] To my niggas in the penitentiary Loc up like a motherfucka when they mention me 'Cause you fuckin' with the realest motherfucka ever born And once again, it's on I'm busting on these bitches 'til they gone Now who the hell can you get to stop me? I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse I keep my Glock cocked, nigga, 'cause they all shady I finally made it, now these jealous bitches trying to fade me! I ain't going out, I'd rather blast back I'm on the corner with my niggas watching cash stack And I came up a long way from food stamps And taking shit from these low-life ghetto tramps How could you blame me? If they sweat me I'mma open fire! What could I do? Pull my trigger or watch my nigga die I'm representing to the fullest, giving devils slugs I'm on the block slanging drugs with the young thugs And motherfucka, we be ballin'! All motherfuckin' day long! Stay strong! We straight ballin'

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I Got It Made

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Special Ed

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[Verse 1] I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno I'm not a Puerto Rican, but I'm speaking so that you know And understand I got the gift of speech And it's a blessing So listen to the lesson I preach I talk sense condensed into the form of a poem Full of knowledge from my toes to the top of my dome I'm kinda young But my tongue speaks maturity I'm not a child, I don't need nothing for security I get paid when my record is played To put it short I got it made... [Verse 2] I'm outspoken, my language is broken into a slang But it's just a dialect that I select when I hang I play it cool, 'cause cooling is all that I'm about Just fooling with the girlies, yes I'm busting it out I'm Special Ed and you can tell by the style that I use I'm creatively superior, yo, I never lose I never lost 'cause I'm the boss I never will 'cause I'm still The champion, chief one, won't lose until I choose Which I won't 'cause I don't retreat I'll run you over like a truck and leave you dead in the street You're inviting me, a titan to a battle Why? I don't need your respect 'cause I got it made... [Verse 3] I'm talented, yes I'm gifted Never boosted, never shoplifted I got the cash, but money ain't nothin' Make a million dollars every record that I cut and My name is Special Ed and I'm a super-duper star Every other month I get a brand new car Got twenty, that's plenty yet I still want more Kind of fond of Honda scooters, got 74 I got the riches To fulfill my needs Got land in the sand of the West Indies Even got a little island of my very own I got a frog, a dog with a solid gold bone An accountant to account the amount I spent Got a treaty with Tahiti 'cause I own a percent Got gear I wear for everyday Boutiques from France to the U.S.A And I make all the money from the rhymes I invent So it really doesn't matter How much I spent, because yo I make fresh rhymes daily You burn me Really? Think, just blink and I've made a million rhymes Just imagine if you blinked a million times Damn I'd be paid I got it made... [Verse 4] I'm kinda spoiled 'cause everything I want I got made I wanted gear, got everything from cotton to suede I wanted leg, I didn't beg I just got laid My hair was growing too long, so I got me a fade And when my dishes got dirty, I got Cascade And when the weather was hot, I got a spot in the shade I'm wise because I rise to the top of my grade Wanted peace on Earth, so to God I prayed Some kids across town thought I was afraid They couldn't harm me I got the army brigade I'm not a trader, if what you got is greater I'll trade But maybe later 'cause my waiter made potato and alligator soufflé I got it made...

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Rite Where U Stand

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Gang Starr

{Jadakiss}

[Verse 1 - Guru] Yo, I don't even want to fight with you, man I'll lay you right where you stand You can catch a few shells One go right through your Polo, man Usually I'm dolo, and I got a crazy team Call 'Kiss to ride on you, watch for the laser beam Shit, it's that O.G. Flavor Remind you of a corner bodega and that Olde E behavior On play, but I ain't trying to scuffle with chumps My long joints got the culture power plus the double pump Troublesome to anyone who stands in the way I'll stand and I'll spray, fuck if your man's in the way Your girl want me ‘cause I do it better than you The whole world wants me, nigga, I'm a legend to you Like LL, Rakim, Ice-T and them niggas Like Cube, Snoop and Dre, I'ma be seeing them figures It don't matter, you don't have to be liking me, man Keep playing, you'll be laying there, right where you stand [Hook - Jadakiss] Gun on my waist, knife in my hand I keep telling you cowards I'ma leave you there, right where you stand I don't want to talk and I ain't trying to fight with your man Trying to get it over quick, leave you right where you stand Some say I'm trifling; sometimes I rightfully am But I don't give a fuck, I'ma leave you right where you stand You just mad, you will never be as nice as I am D-Block, Gang Starr, leave you right where you stand, what [Verse 2 - Jadakiss] You wanna know why I invest All my money into haze and into dope? ‘Cause right now, I'm currently a slave for Interscope Respect first, then money – basic shit If you got niggas under pressure, you could take they shit Listen, I'ma leave you right where you stand Have the ambulance Pass your Timberlands off right to your man ‘Cause he pussy, he ain't gonna do nothin' but look When it come to beef, he don't want do nothin' but cook As soon as the chrome scope him Right there, two in the dome, smokin' 'Kiss keeps funeral homes open I fall back, smoke an ounce in the dark Bounce on a Preme track like I bounce on a NARC Keep playing, y'all niggas will burn And you know they say it takes something to happen for niggas to learn Let the .40 Cal give 'em a perm This industry is like bacteria, and my flow is a germ Just mad ‘cause you'll never be as nice as I am J to the "mwah" and I'll leave you right where you stand [Verse 3 - Guru] I see you got the fear of God in you We'll tear your heart in two Too bad you didn't know what you got into Yeah, the most righteous, to Malcolm got a close likeness My name carry weight, decapitate most vipers Hot rhyme-spitter, dime-hitter, case-beater Flow is angry like I'm in your face with heaters Chasin' beavers? Nah, I don't ever have to do that P.I. till I die, and then I laugh at you cats You happy perhaps ‘cause you got dough and bitches But no love in the streets, only from 'mos and snitches Only from the meat-lappin', suckers won't see it happen Cross that line, then it's time for the heat-clappin' I do my thing like the whole planet depends on me I got game to make Janet wanna spend on me Some say I'm triflin', and sometimes I rightfully am Get your man: I'll lay him right where he stand [Hook]

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Miss Me

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Drake

{"Lil Wayne"}

[Verse 1: Drake & Bun B] I said, "Tell me what's really goin' on" Drizzy back up in this thing, I'm ready, what's hannenin'? Gone for surgery but now I'm back again I'm 'bout my paper like a motherfuckin' scratch-and-win World Series attitude, champagne bottle life Nothin' ever changes so tonight is like tomorrow night I will have a model wife, yo' bitch is as hot as ice Every time you see me, I look like I hit the lotto twice Drake, you got 'em, right? Yeah, I got 'em, Bun I love myself 'cause I swear their life is just not as fun Neeks got the weed, Hush got a gun CJ got my credit cards and a lot of ones Yeah, I'm in the city of the purple Sprite Someone tell Maliah I'm on fire, she should work tonight Call up King of Diamonds and tell Chyna it'd be worth the flight I'll be at my table, stackin' dollars to the perfect height Work somethin', twerk somethin', basis She just tryna make it so she right here gettin' naked I don't judge her, I don't judge her but I could never love her 'Cause to her I'm just a rapper and soon she'll have met another That's why me and Lil Jaz 'bout to spaz, can you keep up? I'm just feelin' sorry for whoever gotta sweep up Yeah, bills everywhere, trill everything And Drake just stand for Do Right And Kill Everything I love Nicki Minaj, I told her I'd admit it I hope one day we get married just to say we fuckin' did it And girl, I'm fuckin' serious, I'm wit' it if you wit' it 'Cause yo' verses turn me on and yo' pants are mighty fitted Ugh, damn! I think you caught me in a moment Like I catch 'em stealin' flows 'cause I swear I never loaned it And life ain't a rehearsal, the camera's always rollin' So come and get a portion of this money that we blowin' 'Cause it's on [Chorus: Drake] Yeah, girl, it's on You know what it is when I finally make it home I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone Yeah I hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone And you just tell me what you down for, anything you down for I know things have changed, know I used to be around more But you should miss me a little when I'm gone I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone, gone, gone [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Ooh, shit, motherfucker, God damn Kickin' bitches out the condo like Pam Gettin' money every day, I'm a groundhog 'Bout to scoop ya girl up like a ground ball I walk light so I don't piss the ground off Man, I swear, my bitches do it 'til they suck the brown off Ew, that's nasty Yes, I am Weezy but I ain't asthmatic James Bond cologne, honey I put on Make 'em run and tell they friends like a marathon Voice baritone, haters carry on Beat the pussy up, call me Larry Holmes Young Money's Jerry Sloan, I turn every stone When she masturbate to me, that's how she learn every song To the women I condone, better write me when I'm gone No, I'm not that thuggish, not that ruggish but I do pack Bone Uh, I'm a love machine And I won't work for nobody but you It's only me and her 'cause the Bugatti a coupe It's Blood gang, slime, but I parlay with Snoop I ain't lyin', I shoot, you don't need signs for proof Turn you to a vegetable like you lyin' in soup And when I'm in the booth, bitch, the lion is loose Man, I got so many styles, I am a group Ha ha, damn! I'll be gone 'til November But fuck it, I ain't trippin', I know Drizzy gon' kill 'em I'm stickin' to the script like lint on denim Momma said "If the rules ain't bent, don't bend 'em" Real nigga talkin' – shut the fuck up, ho! Gotta do it one time for Haiti – what up, Zo? Weezy F. Baby and the F is for Front Do' 'Cause that's where I brang it Soo-woo if you bangin', motherfucker! [Chorus: Drake] Yeah, girl, it's on You know what it is when I finally make it home I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone Yeah I hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone And you just tell me what you down for, anything you down for I know things have changed, know I used to be around more But you should miss me a little when I'm gone I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone, gone, gone [Outro: Drake] Uh, yeah, forever in our hearts JJ, we love you boy—H-Town! I’m gone, I’m gone, when I’m gone I’m gone, I’m gone, when I’m gone I just hope that you miss me, miss me Miss me, miss me Miss me a little when I’m gone Miss me a little when I’m gone, gone, gone Oh-woah, oh-woah, oh-woah

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99 Problems

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JAY-Z

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[Produced by Rick Rubin] [Chorus] If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one [Verse 1] 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! [Chorus] 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! [Verse 2] 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! [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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! [Chorus] 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! [Outro] You crazy for this one, Rick It's your boy

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Nas Is Like

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Nas

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[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] (Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is like; Nas is like; Nas is like) Umm, Premo, Nas Yeah, yeah, yo (Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is like) [Verse 1] Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's being born Same time a man is murdered—the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural I explain My plateau and also what defines my name First it was Nasty, but times have changed Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my sign's for pain I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame Saw fiends shoot up and do lines of cocaine Saw my close friends shot, flatline, am I sane? That depends, carry MAC-10s to practice my aim On rooftops, tape CD covers to trees Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze Street scriptures for lost souls in the crossroads To the corner thugs hustling for cars that cost dough To the big dogs living large, taking it light Pushing big toys, getting nice, enjoying your life It's what you make it, suicide, few try to take it Belt tied around their neck in jail cells naked Heaven and Hell, rap legend, presence is felt And of course, N-A-S are the letters that spell (Nas, Nas, Nas) [Chorus] Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing (Uh) No doubt Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel (Uh, uh) My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing (Uh) No doubt (Uh) [Verse 2] (Nas is like) Earth, Wind & Fire, rims and tires Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the stars Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas (Nas is like) Iron Mike, messiah type Before the Christ, after the death, the last one left Let my cash invest in stock Came a long way from blasting TECs on blocks Went from Seiko to Rolex, owning acres From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough Dimes giving fellatio, siete zeros Bet my 9 spit for the pesos But what's it all worth? Can't take it with you under this earth Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid Before my number's called, history's made Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die Making choices that determine my future under the sky To rob, steal or kill, I'm wondering why It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? Much success to you, even if you wish me the opposite Sooner or later, we'll all see who the prophet is [Chorus] Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing (C'mon) No doubt Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing No doubt (Uh) [Verse 3] (Nas is like) Sex to a nympho, but nothing sweet I'm like beef, busting heat through your windows I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf breather Like Greeks in Egypt, learning something deep from they teachers I'm like crime, like your 9, your man you would die for Always got you, I’m like Pac, dude you would cry for I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money Corporate accounts from a rich company I'm like ecstasy for ladies I'm like all races combined in one man, like the '99 Summer Jam Bulletproof Hummer man I'm like being locked down around new faces and none of 'em fam I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a hundred grand I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet Live it and I write down and I watch it blow up Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it in ya system every night, now [Chorus] Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing No doubt Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing No doubt (Uh); Nas is like

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Run

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Ghostface Killah

{Jadakiss}

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Psst Yo (Yo), yo-yo (Yo), yo (Five-O) Oh shit, yo (Yo, let me out), run [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground The pound fell, cops is coming Running through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin' Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summons So I stopped at the second floor, ran across Cracks is fallin', my pockets is mean, clean when I vanished off Took off, made track look easy The walkie-talkies them D.T.s had, Black, they was rated PG Run, I will not give up, no, quick, flag the car down (Yo, yo, yo) Take me to— Ghost, here they come now Rrt, pull off quick, back up Hit the bitch dog, turn down Hill, light the Marley spliff Run, I will not get bagged on a rock Run, I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops Run, they amp shit, plant shit, destroy evidence Fuck a case, I'm not coming home when i'm fifty-six (No) Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks Before I let these crackers throw me in shit Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop Curve, swerve and get served, these cocksuckers got nerve Heard I was killing shit, they must got word That I told the chief of Rich Port I don't wanna merge [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Run if you sell drugs in the school zone Run if you getting chased with no shoes on Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns They givin' out life, like, by the tons Run if you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, is life, three-zip So, run, hop fences, jump over benches When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns, motherfucker [Interlude: Jadakiss & Ghostface Killah] Aha, I might got take my shirt off (Yeah, kid) I like that one (Uh-huh, go in, go in), yo, uh [Verse 2: Jadakiss & Ghostface Killah] It's task force Tuesday, the narcs is in the black car I got five hundred hundred-packs in my backyard Clear twelve-twelves that look like stuffed shells I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales while they puff Ls Don't leave nothing unbagged, shave everything I learned from the OGs to save everything They come by one more time, they gon' hop out They two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting knocked out Then I can get rid of the pack But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that, uh Downshifting on 'em like I got gears on me Besides that, I got about five years on me (Run) Scared to death, running like I got bears on me (Run) My Timbs start feeling like they Nike Airs on me (Run) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Thruway My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way Now I'm trying to hold my hammer up, and my pants too If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do Rather it be the streets than jail where I die at And I'm asthmatic, so I'm looking for somewhere to hide at But they too close, and I got this new toast Imagine if I would've let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Run if you sell drugs in the school zone Run if you getting chased with no shoes on Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns They givin' out life, like, by the tons Run if you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, is life, three-zip So, run, hop fences, jump over benches When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns, motherfucker

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The Thrill

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Wiz Khalifa

{"Empire of the Sun"}

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] Searching for the thrill of it, thrill of it Say that it's love, but to me it's looking counterfeit I get done with one, and move right on to another bitch (Ha) [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah, college-educated, she graduated Any bill she can't front, her parents paid it The show was far, you the only one with a car And your girlfriends, but being that she's a big fan, of course she made it Most girls wanna hide the fact that the thrill, they chase it But you, just wanna get drunk tonight and fuck someone famous So I just name a time and a place and your game for it Value player, hotel room, meet you there [Bridge: Empire of the Sun & Wiz Khalifa] Walking on a dream How can I explain Talking to myself (Just travellin' the world) Will I see again? (Trying different drugs and girls) [Chorus: Empire of the Sun & Wiz Khalifa] (Yeah) We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it On and on and on we are calling out and out again Never looking down, I'm just in awe of what's in front of me [Post-Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] And I'm addicted to champagne (Champagne) Fuck the room, we buy the whole wing (Whole wing) Bitches I Taylor Gang that (Taylor Gang that) They just wanna know where the planes at (Planes at) Yeah, uhh [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Wake up drunk, go to sleep fucked up (Fucked up) We both amazed at what we just done (Just done) Mixing drinks, knowing we'll regret this (Regret this) Ain't been asleep yet, room service bringing us breakfast (Breakfast) All this money, darling, what else is left to do But smoke and enjoy my presidential view Got a swimming pool in my livin' room On stage, interviews, tons of sour, let's consume (Let's consume) [Chorus: Empire of the Sun & Wiz Khalifa] We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it (Yeah) Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it (Bitch, okay) On and on and on we are calling out and out again (Yeah, yeah) Never looking down, I'm just in awe of what's in front of me [Post-Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] And I'm addicted to champagne (Champagne) Fuck the room, we buy the whole wing (Whole wing) Bitches I Taylor Gang that (Taylor Gang that) They just wanna know where the planes at [Post-Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] And I'm addicted to champagne (Champagne) Fuck the room, we buy the whole wing (Whole wing) Bitches I Taylor Gang that (Taylor Gang that) They just wanna know where the planes at (Planes at) [Bridge 2: Empire of the Sun & Wiz Khalifa] Catch me, I'm fallin' down (Yeah, that's what it is) Catch me, I'm fallin' down (Until I drop the next one) [Post-Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] And I'm addicted to champagne (Champagne) Fuck the room, we buy the whole wing (Whole wing) Bitches I Taylor Gang that (Taylor Gang that) They just wanna know where the planes at [Post-Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] And I'm addicted to champagne (Champagne) Fuck the room, we buy the whole wing (Whole wing) Bitches I Taylor Gang that (Taylor Gang that) They just wanna know where the planes at (Planes at) [Outro: Empire of the Sun] Catch me, I'm fallin' down Catch me, I'm fallin' down

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Who I Am

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Wiz Khalifa

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[Intro] Yeah You are now tuned in to W.E.E.D I am your host, Mr. EZ Rider, ya dug? Always rollin' up back to back But right now we gon' take you on a smooth ride Straight outta the 412 My man Wiz Khalifa here Something y'all can all sing along to [Verse 1] I be rolling Riding Oh so fly I be so, so high She see I'm that guy you wanna ride with Like my car? Get inside it You excited? I don't blame you Everywhere I go, all them hoes act the same too I don't wanna date you I just wanna take you home And do somethin' grown folks can relate to You think I'mma play you? I would hate to Long as you stay cool We should be straight, boo Bitch, I'm a straight fool No I can't lie Don't let a day go by where I ain't high Pump your brake lights That means slow it down Know who I is And now it's 'bout to go down You wanna roll now? Well, let's ride out Right now I'll show you what I'm 'bout [Hook] Try to front when you see me in the club Bitch, you know who I am Gettin' weeded with a pocket full of dubs I bet you know who I am They be runnin' up and showin' all this love 'Cause they know who I am Didn't notice it, but now you're goin' nuts 'Cause you know who I am [Verse 2] I be caking Making All this money Look honey I ain't faking Say that you taken That's cool with me 'Cause you and your boyfriend Ain't got shit to do with me Truthfully Real talk I pimp hard She tell them lames get lost Bottles of Patron Good green in my cigar See you and your girls Watching me and my niggas Now that your with us If not Wiz Young fuckin' rap star I just get it how I live This ain't the first time That you heard about Wiz So how are you feelin' me? Don't front and act like it is Say you ain't the type to just Let anyone pound Just letting me come 'round Now she a bus down Feeling my convo? Then mami let's ride out Right now I'll show you what I'm 'bout [Hook] Try to front when you see me in the club Bitch, you know who I am Gettin' weeded with a pocket full of dubs I bet you know who I am They be runnin' up and showin' all this love 'Cause they know who I am Didn't notice it, but now you're goin' nuts 'Cause you know who I am

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Let the Beat Build Freestyle

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Fabolous

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[Verse] I came back for it like I left it, nigga You try me and get more than a "E" for effort, nigga My shorty don't curse, so she said eff her nigga Threw him out the house, Jazzy Jeff'd the nigga My advice -- get your money, cut the corny shit My homie said, "Keep it coming," like a horny bitch Shit; well, I must know her spot And everybody sweating me -- they must know I'm hot Might not meet another nigga like myself I swim in it -- you gon' think you slept with Michael Phelps Tired of this bullshit -- this how Michael felt Watching what I'm counting -- bitch, would you like to help? Money talks, nigga, and nobody hear ya Rims big -- midgets use them for a body mirror And I just pulled that B up out of J.D.'s hive I let my lady drive; we on the 85 World's waiting with ten stack bag I walked in with that "Yeah that's right -- I'm back" swag A gang of us but nah, we don't back flags Red or blue, everybody goes in black bags Black coupe, black mags, black gut, black rag Gucci belt, but the jeans in the bag sag Yeah, I'm showing my ass Girl, the dick good money -- get to blowing the cash I call my nigga Jeezy up -- "Boy, you gotta throw me one Remember that Dominican? Yeah nigga, you owe me one You know how I like 'em, homie -- tell 'em they would like to know me And if you one-two check it, bitch, microphone me" This is Loso, case you didn't know so Damn, the lights are coming on; guess it's time to go, so The end of the night, a real nigga need a real bitch And this is how getting money feel, bitch

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Home of the Brave Shitty Mortal Kombat Version

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Mr. Lif

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Mr. Lif - “Home of the Brave” [Emcee(s): Mr. Lif] [Producer(s): Mr. Lif] [Scratches: Fakts One] [Intro: Sample Quote from John F. Kennedy's "Profiles in Courage"] “Whenever we stand against the flow of opinion on strongly contested issues. A man does what he must in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures. And that is the basis for all human morality.” [Verse 1: Mr. Lif] Now let's talk about self-expression, true Expression. Open your minds without question No doubt. Tell me what you're thinking about Let's try to set aside pride and clout Can you believe I feel the same exact way you do? You truly do believe these modern ways have fooled you Systems exist so we never meet each other Pretty soon from now, they'll outlaw the word "brother" And that's true if they see you walking with a crew If you don't know, that means more than two I'll tell you what they'll do: they'll pull over, hunt you over Kick your ass—nightstick to your shoulder I know it's unjust. As if it wasn't enough If you try to fight back, they're locking your ass up And Chuck already told you that a cell is Hell But I'm waiting for the phone so I'll sit for a spell Call the guard, tell him I'm a piece of God With no beliefs in his streets or his boulevards I eat, read so my mental is hard And the heat from my anger just melted the bars They reach for their guns, so I put ‘em to sleep Break their chains and put their shoes back on my feet He's on the loose with no discernible scars or marks Just the mind of Mandela and the heart of Rosa Parks So I dip. Time to see the governor and mayor Tell them life ain't fair, see if they care Well, they do, but only if they’re on the air So they appear to have a heart and make a flair But they haven't done shit for us and that's a fact Their only function is to keep the funny money where it's at And it causes pain, stress. Ask me if We need a different way of life (Yes) [Verse 2: Mr. Lif] Headline: Bush Steals the Presidency. He needs The backing of the meat. What could the remedy be? The country's headed for recession reminiscent of the Great Depression Are lives worth a world of power? Easy question Planes hit the Towers and the Pentagon, killing those The government wasn't dependent on. It's easy to Control the scared, so they keep us in fear with their favorite Middle Eastern demon named Bin Laden this year Bush disguises bloodlust as patriotism, convincing The living to love "Operation Let's Get 'Em" But when he realized we don't support their attacks They needed something to distract—hmm—anthrax This further demonizes Afghanis, so Americans cheer while we kill their innocent families And what better place to start a war, to build a pipeline To get the oil that they had wanted before America supported the Taliban to get Russia Out of Afghanistan. That's how they got the arms in They're in a war against the Northern Alliance And we can't build a pipeline in hostile environments Here's what your history books won't show: You're a dead man for fucking with American dough They’re killing several birds with one stone while you're At home with anti-terrorism up in your dome But my eyes are wide-open and my TV is off Great 'cause I save on my electricity cost And you can wave that piece of shit flag if you dare But they killed us because we've been killing ‘em for years

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The Message

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Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five

{"Grandmaster Melle Mel","Duke Bootee"}

[Intro: Duke Bootee] It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under [Verse 1: Melle Mel] Broken glass everywhere People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care I can't take the smell, can't take the noise Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice Rats in the front room, roaches in the back Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far 'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car [Chorus: Melle Mel] Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head Ah-huh-huh-huh-huh It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under [Verse 2: Melle Mel] Standing on the front stoop, hanging out the window Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow A crazy lady livin' in a bag Eating out of garbage pails, used to be a fag hag Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango A zircon princess, seemed to lost her senses Down at the peep show watching all the creeps So she can tell her stories to the girls back home She went to the city and got so, so saditty She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own [Chorus: Melle Mel] Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head Ah-huh-huh-huh-huh It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under [Verse 3: Duke Bootee] My brother's doing bad, stole my mother's TV Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight The bill collectors, they ring my phone And scare my wife when I'm not home Got a bum education, double-digit inflation Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station Neon King Kong standing on my back Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane [Chorus: Duke Bootee] Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under [Verse 4: Duke Bootee] My son said, "Daddy, I don't wanna go to school 'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps 'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey They pushed that girl in front of the train Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again Stabbed that man right in his heart Gave him a transplant for a brand new start I can't walk through the park 'cause it's crazy after dark Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw Hear them say, 'You want some more?' Livin' on a see-saw" [Chorus: Duke Bootee] Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head (Say what?) It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under [Verse 5: Melle Mel] A child is born with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smiling on you, but he's frowning too Because only God knows what you'll go through You'll grow in the ghetto living second-rate And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate The places you play and where you stay Looks like one great big alleyway You'll admire all the number-book takers Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers You say, "I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool" But then you wind up droppin' out of high school Now you're unemployed, all null and void Walking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did Got sent up for a eight-year bid Now your manhood is took and you're a maytag Spend the next two years as a undercover fag Being used and abused to serve like hell 'Til one day you was found hung dead in the cell It was plain to see that your life was lost You was cold and your body swung back and forth But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song Of how you lived so fast and died so young, so [Chorus: Melle Mel] Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head Ah-huh-huh-huh-huh It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under Huh, ah-huh-huh-huh-huh It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under Huh, ah-huh-huh-huh-huh [Outro Skit] Yo, Mel, you see that girl there? Yeah, man (Ooh-ooh) Yo, that sound like Cowboy, man Cool Yo, what's up, Money? Yo Hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at, man? I think they upstairs cooling out So what's up for tonight, y'all? Yo, we could go down to Fever, man Let's go check out Junebug, man Ayo, you know that girl Betty? Yeah, man Her moms got robbed, man Not again, man (What?) She got hurt bad When did this happen? When did it happen? What's goin' on? Freeze, don't nobody move nothin', y'all know what this is What's up? Get 'em up, get 'em up, man We down with Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, man Grandmaster Five? What is that, a gang? No, man Just shut—ayy, shut up, I don't wanna hear your mouth Shut up Excuse me, officer, officer, what's the problem? Ain't no—you the problem, you the problem Yo, yo, you ain't gotta push me, man Get in the car, get in the car Get in the God— I said, "Get in the car" Why is he doggin' us, man?

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No Love

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Eminem

{"Lil Wayne"}

[Intro: Haddaway, Eminem, & Lil Wayne] Love, love Love, love, love [Mumbling chorus] Don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more Young Money, yeah No more Love [Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Haddaway] 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 [Chorus: Eminem, Lil Wayne, Both, & (Haddaway)] 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! [Verse 2: Eminem, Lil Wayne, & Both] 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 [Chorus: Eminem, Lil Wayne, Both, & (Haddaway)] 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)

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The Real Slim Shady

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Eminem

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[Intro] 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... [Verse 1] 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— [Chorus] 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? [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] '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? [Verse 3] 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? [Chorus] 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? [Outro] Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us Fuck it, let's all stand up! [Produced by Dr. Dre & Mel-Man]

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Love the Way You Lie

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Eminem

{Rihanna}

[Chorus: 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 [Verse 1: Eminem] 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 [Chorus: 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 love the way you lie [Verse 2: Eminem] 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 [Chorus: 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 love the way you lie [Verse 3: Eminem] 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— [Chorus: Rihanna & Eminem] 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

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Cold Wind Blows

rap

Eminem

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[Produced by Just Blaze] [Intro] 'Cause some things just don't change It's better when they stay the same Although the whole world knows your name, so on the Biggest stage, they came to see you spit your game, oh-woah But it shouldn't be difficult to explain Just why you came back again, you hate the fame, love the game Cold as ice you remain, fuck 'em all Tell 'em all eat shit, here we go again [Bridge] Oh! (Dum, du-du-du-dum, dum-du-dum) (Yeah, yup, yeah) God damn! (Dum, du-du-du-dum, dum-du-du) Is it that time again already? (Dum, du-du-du-dum, dum-du-dum) Haha (Okay) (Dum, du-du-du-dum, dum-du-du) Y'all don't look too happy to see me (Dum, du-du-du-dum, dum-du-dum) Fuck, man (Dum, du-du-du-dum, dum-du-du) Don't everybody welcome me back at once (Dum, du-du-du-dum, dum-du-dum) A'ight, fuck y'all then (Dum, du-du-du-dum, dum) [Verse 1] You can get the dick, just call me the ballsack, I'm nuts Michael Vick in this bitch, dog—fall back, you mutts! Fuck your worms, you've never seen such a sick puppy Fuck it, a sick duck, I want my duck sicked, mummy And my nuts licked, gobble 'em up, trick, yummy Bitch, you don't fuckin' think I know that you suck dick, dummy? You'll get your butt kicked, fuck all that love shit, honey Yeah, I laugh when I call you a slut, it's funny Shorty, dance, while I diss you to the beat, fuck the words You don't listen to 'em anyway, yeah, struck a nerve, sucker Motherfucker, might as well let my lips pucker Like Elton John, 'cause I'm just a mean cocksucker The shit is on 'cause you went and pissed me off Now I'm shittin' and pissin' on everybody, give a fuck if it's right or wrong So puff the Buddha, light a bong, but take a look at Mariah Next time I inspire you to write a song—come on! [Chorus] Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh I'm as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and it's twenty below Ask me why, man, I just don't know Know-know-know, know-know, know I'm as cold as the cold wind blows Blow-blow-blows Blow-blow, blows, oh, oh-oh [Verse 2] Fuck it, I'm a loose cannon, Bruce Banner's back in the booth Y'all are sittin' ducks, I'm the only goose standin' I'll set the world on fire, piss on it, put it out Stick my dick in a circle, but I'm not fuckin' around Motherfucker, I'll saw you pussy-footin' I'll kick a bitch in the cunt 'til it makes a queef and sounds like a fuckin' whoopee cushion Who the fuck is you pushin'? You musta mistook me for some sissy soft punk lookin' for some nookie or bosom Go ahead, fuckin' hater, push me! I told you ain't no fuckin' way to shush me, call me a faggot 'cause I hate a pussy Man the fuck up, sissy, G's up, all you gardeners freeze up Put your hoes down, "Shady, ease up! Man, chill!" Nah, I can't, goddamn it, rap is a landfill Drop the anvil, these are shoes that you can't fill Shit, the day that happens the world will stop spinnin' And Michael J. Fox'll come to a standstill (Woo!) During an earthquake, urine in your face 'Cause you're fake- (*lightning noise*) Ow! What the fuck? That hurt, wait! (*Lightning noise*) Ow! What the fuck? I just got struck by lightnin' Alright then, I quit, God, I give up Call it evil that men do, Lord, forgive me for what my pen do "This is for your sins, I'll cleanse you And you can repent, but I'll warn you, if you continue To Hell I'll send you" And just then the wind blew And I said... [Chorus] Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh I'm as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and it's twenty below Ask me why, man, I just don't know No-no-no, no-no, no I'm as cold as the cold wind blows Blow-blow-blows Blow-blow, blows, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh [Verse 3] How long will I be this way? Shady until my dyin' day 'Til I hang up the mic and it's time for me to say "So long," 'til then, I'll drop the fuckin' bombs Like I missed the pass when I went long If you don't like it, you can kiss my ass in a lint thong Now sing along, slut this, slut that, learn the words to the song "Oh, bitches don't like that", homie, I'll be nicer to women When Aquaman drowns and the Human Torch starts swimmin' Man, I'm a cold soul, I roll solo, so, don't compare Me to them other bums over there It's like apples to oranges, peaches to plums, yeah I'm bananas, pussy, cut off the grapes and grow a pair But I swear, you try to diss me, I'll slaughter you I put that on everything, like everyone does with Auto-Tune The last thing you want to do is have me spit out a rhyme And say, "I was writing this and I thought of you" So... [Chorus] Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh I'm as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and it's twenty below Ask me why, man, I just don't know No-no-no, no-no, no I'm as cold as the cold wind blows Blow-blow-blows Blow-blow, blows, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh [Outro] I don't know, I don't know what caused I don't know what caused me to be this way I don't know, I don't know But I'll probably be this way 'til my dyin' day I don't know why I'm so, I'm so cold Mean things I don't mean to say I guess this is how you made me

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Watch My Shoes

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Lil Wayne

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[Verse] OK, No Ceilings, motherfucker, good morning Dick in your mouth while you're yawning, I'm going in Gudda, why they started me? Marley, why they started me? I bring it to your front door like you ordered me Back in this bitch, but a lot more rich On my Papa Bear shit, need hot porridge Got a lot more shit than you can ever fathom A big-head nigga couldn’t even imagine The shit I do, most doers never done I'ma fuck this beat, you bitch, ooh, you better cum Bet I run this shit, I don't run from shit I still b—beat your ass like a fucking drumstick Weezy Fucking Baby, baby, make the ladies come quick The money can’t fit in my pockets, but I bet that gun fit And I’m so unfit 'cause all I eat is rappers And these rappers ain't shit, I like my fast food faster Syrup got me slow like a turtle 'round this ho And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho What's the word around this ho? You get served around this ho Yeah, you get served like a fucking hors d'œuvre around this ho I don’t splurge around no ho, no, I don’t shine in front of no bitch 'Cause after she get off my dick, I be like "Find the front door, bitch" I don't know why in the fuck your bitch keep coming by I done fucked your bitch a hundred times What the fuck your bitch got on her mind? My fucking dick I call her "dickhead," spicy like a Big Red Strike you like a Bic head—your flow sick? My shit dead Sillier than V.I.C. said, Soulja Boy and Arab You should see my eleven-year-old daughter do they dance I call it the Nae-Nae dance, proud to be Nae-Nae’s dad Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland We are not the same, I am a Martian, this is Space Jam No Ceilings, R.I.P., Amen Motherfucking caveman, beating on my chest Young Money, Cash Money, and I'm eating all the rest Nigga, no offense, sorry if you're offended Riding high like I'm on 54 inches Man, I'd rather chill with 54 bitches Ch—Chill like— Ch—Chill like an Eskimo L—Let's get more— Let's get more bitches And I be like, "Let's get more bitches" Mr. Officer, stop arresting your bitches Stop letting the messy hoes mess with your business Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney Sheesh, gosh, Oshkosh B’gosh Smoking on that Bob Marley, listening to Pete Tosh I—I—I do me; no, I do three At a T... I-M-E Why, when we say we Young Mula The bitches leave y'all and relay-run to us And payday comes sooner than later 'round here And you see my sharks like they got some bait around here Hey, you better stop the hate around there Before Tommy, Mac, and Nina debate around there, yeah You see it in my face, I don’t care Whole court hearing, trial, and the case around there I'm the best thing yet, I know I got that thing wet Everybody wan' be fly but don’t know where their wings at Huh, had to pause for a minute Now, I'm right back in it, like the drawers of the women On a scale of one to ten'n, my girl be a twenty My girl so bad, make a nigga think he sinning My goons so gritty, my goons is so with me Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me Gators, matadors, baboons, and those grizzlies All come out me when I'm on the micropho-N-E Mic check, two-three; I'm different like blue pee And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop be Like a hoopty, man, the boy been riding And I ain't gassed up, 'cause I'm more like a hybrid You think I'm stunting, but no, I'm just surviving And I been here, but my soul is just arriving Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin No Ceilings, full dose, I'm prescribing Medication free, and for meditation, we Smoke some better tastin' weed that you’ll ever taste or see S-H-A-R-P as a tack, hotter than Riding through the desert on a camel back, I done been Riding through wherever with the hammer strapped, I ain't lying I can do whatever if I'm planning that So I got my guns, let's dance, like FannyPack And we cook the hard, cut the soft, and bring the whammys back Mafio, bitch, where your motherfucking family at? Call my nigga Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back All up in another nigga woman, I be ramming that Seeing through these see-through niggas like they're laminate Hip-hop so contaminate, I swear, just examine it And I'm such a philanthropist, the God to these evangelists I dress so Los Angeles, but I love Miami, though I act so New Orl-e-ans, yes, I go pistachios That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me And the bitches is so at me, and you know what they throw at me Hahaha! [Outro] No—No Ceilings

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Infinite

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Eminem

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[Produced by Mr. Porter & Jeff Bass] [Intro] Aw, yeah (It's like this, like this) It's Eminem, baby Back up in that motherfuckin' ass ('Til forever, 'til forever) One time for your motherfuckin' mind (For MC's, MC's) We represent the 313—you know what I’m sayin'? Yo, they don’t know shit about this, for the '96 [Verse 1] Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin', the zany actin' maniac in action A brainiac, in fact, son, you mainly lack attraction You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks runs My rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills I travel through your mind and chill your spine like siren drills I'm slimin' grills of roaches with spray that disinfects And twistin' necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and check the monologue, turn your system up Twist 'em up and indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more car-tunes than animation My lamination of nar-er-ration, hits a snare and bass On a track for duck rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be starin' gazin' I turn the stage into a barren wasteland I'm infinite [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence for murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' to repent from it, but when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it I'm infinite [Verse 2] Bust it, I let the beat commence So I can beat the sense in your elite defense I got some meat to mince Some fruit to stomp, and then two feet to rinse I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans I foil plans and leave fluids leakin' like oil pans My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper than a jeep-full of people MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the lonely one Imitator intimidator, stimulator Simulator of data, eliminator There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases My thesis'll smash a stereo to pieces My acappella releases classic masterpieces, through telekinesis It eases you mentally, gently Sentimentally, instrumentally With entity, dementedly meant to be infinite [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence for murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' to repent from it, but when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it I'm infinite [Verse 3] Man, I got evidence, I'm never dense And I've been clever ever since My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the MO So I'm assumin' all responsibility 'Cause there's a monster real in me that always wants to kill MC's Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric-smugglin' embezzler No one is specialer, my skill is intergalactical I get cynical, act a fool then I send a crew back to school I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical I'd rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy In fact, I can't see, or can't imagine A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratchin' So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo On my last jam plus the man who never had a plan B Be all you can be ‘Cause once you make an instant hit, I'm tensed a bit And tempted when I see the sins my friends commit I'm infinite [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence for murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' to repent from it, but when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it I'm infinite You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence for murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' to repent from it, but when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it I'm infinite [Outro: Mr. Porter] '95 ('95), '96 ('96) And on, and on, and on, and on (And on)

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Unforgettable

rap

Drake

{Jeezy}

[Intro: Aaliyah] Let me know, let me know Ahhh, let me know Let me know, let me know [Verse 1: Drake] Uhh, yeah This is really one of my dumbest flows ever, I haven’t slept in days And me and my latest girl agreed to go our separate ways So I’m single, thinkin' 'bout what we had and missin' you But I ain't Santa, I got somethin' for these bad bitches too I mean paparazzi on me, tryin' not to get caught out They always seem to catch me with the woman that I brought out Baby don’t hold on too long 'cause that’s how them stories start out And all the girls that played me eat your muthafuckin' heart out It's Drizzy, always gone but never hard to find And since you can’t escape me, do I ever cross your mind? Because all this shit is new to me, I’m learnin' to behave And still spendin' every dollar they encourage me to save But I’m good, I know that niggas would kill for this lifestyle I’m lookin' forward to the memories of right now Never forgettin' from where I came And no matter where I’m headed, I promise to stay the same I'm just [Chorus: Jeezy & Drake] I’m just ridin' 'round the city with my hood on and my windows down Ask your girl, I’m the realest nigga she been around When I pull up in something new and park it by the haters And when you get to talkin' 'bout the greatest I just really hope that (I just really hope that you'll think of me) I just really hope that (You'll think of me) I just really hope that (You'll think of me) I'm doing my thang, I'm doing my thang, I'm doing my thang ('Cause I'm tryna be unforgettable) [Verse 2: Jeezy] This just might be my realest flow ever When I say "for life,” y'all say "forever" It's hard but it's fair, I told that girl life hurts The closest you gon' get to this is a Pac t-shirt The name's Young baby, you know I live that thug life The good die young so I’ma need a thug wife Yeah, I’m talkin' his and her firearms Know our jewelry probably louder than a car alarm Yeah, I remember I used to have to sneak the car Now my insides looking like a Snickers bar Yeah, I’m talking caramel leathers Damn right, so fly I need feathers Same shit in them streets, so what's the dilly? Young done everything in the A but fuck Chilli So welcome to my life: no two days the same Like for y'all to meet the love of my life, her name's the game [Chorus: Jeezy & Drake] I’m just ridin' 'round the city with my hood on and my windows down Ask your girl, I’m the realest nigga she been around When I pull up in something new and park it by the haters And when you get to talkin' 'bout the greatest I just really hope that (I just really hope that you'll think of me) I just really hope that (You'll think of me) I just really hope that (You'll think of me) I'm doing my thang, I'm doing my thang, I'm doing my thang ('Cause I'm tryna be unforgettable) [Outro: Jeezy & Aaliyah] Got my top dropped on this beautiful night It's a beautiful night to live my beautiful life Pain hurts like a cut from a beautiful knife Just know she right here on my hip, my beautiful wife Yeah, Drizzy we got 'em lil' bruh, unforgettable You’ll never forget this, ya understand me? Timeless homie, unforgettable Let me know, let me know

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Winner

rap

Jamie Foxx

{T.I.,"Justin Timberlake"}

[Intro: T.I., Jamie Foxx & Justin Timberlake] T.I.P. (Yo, uh) Ay Jamie, JT (Oh) I'm 'bout to get back hot again man You know I'm fresh out that thang, let go You know you lookin at a winner, winner, winner I'm so up there and so out there, you so not here Hey, hey, you see we so up there and we so out there Uh, yeah, let me get it right here first. Hey! [Verse 1: Justin Timberlake] I'm wakin', up in the morning Hustlin' to the stage, if I've been performin' Bustlin' through the hay and bustin' the door in Lately nothin' messes up my step and scorin' And speakin' of the Misses, I'm watchin' 'em pour in (Uh) Just like a drink that I'm enjoyin' And don't mean bottles, you welcome to join in Just look at me soarin', feelin' like Jordan [Bridge: Justin Timberlake] (Aaah-ah) Hold up I ain't finished yet On the top but you just don't get it yet I don't get cut, I make 'em cut the check Can't hear me in the stands, let me say it again (Aaah-ah) You ain't heard I'm the shit On the top but you just don't get it yet I never got cut but I make 'em cut the check So hate on but guess what [Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Jamie Foxx] I feel like I can't miss I know they want me to fall But ain't nothin bigger than this So just pass me the ball You know you lookin at a winner, winner, winner I can't miss, can't lose, can't miss You know you lookin at winner, winner, winner `Cause I'm a winner, yeah I'm a winner [Verse 2: Jamie Foxx] I'm steppin' out in the evening Keep winnin' and screamin' You gotta be cheatin' but I'm so breezy I make this look easy And y'all thinkin' I'm seasoned, you gotta believe me I went from TVs to screens to DVDs To CDs to MP3s overseas I got, no time, the talking is boring Just look at me soarin', feeling like Jordan [Bridge: Jamie Foxx] (Aaah-ah) Hold up I ain't finished yet On the top but you just don't get it yet I never got cut, I make 'em cut the check Can't hear me in the stands, let me say it again (Aaah-ah) You ain't heard I'm the shit On the top but you just don't get it yet I never got cut but I make 'em cut the check So hate on but guess what [Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Jamie Foxx] I feel like I can't miss I know they want me to fall But ain't nothin bigger than this So just pass me the ball You know you lookin at a winner, winner, winner I can't miss, can't lose, can't miss You know you lookin at winner, winner, winner `Cause I'm a winner, yeah I'm a winner [Verse 3: T.I.] That's right, you see the, Porsche Panamera, got 'em in hysteria The turbo super fast and that McLaren even scarier Hear me turnin' corners, burnin' rubber in your area I'm hard to follow once I pop the clutch and hit the throttle I'm recession proof, I don't run to money, money run to me In this economy, guess I'm considered an anomaly Bugattis, Maseratis, new Ferraris, I got one of each My future bright, tight like the pussy out in front of me Turn pain to progression in every studio session Passion into perfection, to failure I'm an exception Fuck if you wanna lose, to battle me is a blessing You couldn't die at the hands of a better man I ran from the bottom to the best, no Auto-Tune Been in the lead, say you seen King follow whom Never that, I'm the freshest go ask whoever that King back, money long as a old Cadillac [Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Jamie Foxx] I feel like I can't miss I know they want me to fall But ain't nothin bigger than this So just pass me the ball You know you lookin at a winner, winner, winner I can't miss, can't lose, can't miss You know you lookin at winner, winner, winner `Cause I'm a winner, yeah I'm a winner [Outro: T.I.] Hey man, you thought a little vacation was gonna hold me back homeboy Man, I'm back man, brighter than ever You understand that? If you didn't like me then, ha, you gonna hate me now nigga

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Good Love

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Sheek Louch

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[Intro] Hey, I'm looking for (Good love, yeah) Met a lot of women out there on tour Ran through 'em all but I'm just not sure (Good love, said I like that baby) Yeah, we gon' fight but I think that's just (Good love, yeah) (That's the sound right here baby ... it feels so good) First class flights, almost home, but I (Just can't keep still) Let's go [Verse 1] Fresh off the plane, into the Bent' Note a little more than what you pay for your rent I'm tired of the road, no shows booked Need something home cooked (I like that baby) Straight in the door, straight to the floor I'm already high but light up one more Just got home I'm trying to chill but I (Just can't keep still) Gotta hit the block, get a little 'gnac Fuck with the hood, see if niggas is good Jake is on me asking me why my music all loud I just tell him (I like that baby) Throw a little dice, head crack twice Light something up, I'm starting to feel nice They loopin' around, let me go and peel 'Cause I (Just can't keep still) Haha [Hook] Hey, I'm looking for (Good love, yeah) Met a lot of women out there on tour Ran through 'em all but I'm just not sure (Good love, said I like that baby) Yeah, we gon' fight but I think that's just (Good love, yeah) First class flights, almost home but I (Just can't keep still) Let's go [Verse 2] Hat low enough, short sleeves, no cuff Aston Martin sitting outside tough Shorty shotgun, black Hillary Duff Sheek do it big like I was down with Puff Now I'm in the club, no V.I.P I'm down low where every last hoodlum be I feel baby boy tryna ice grill me But I (Just can't keep still) Walk up to him, you know nice and polite Let him now it's real, lift the shirt up light I'ma let it off 'cause I ain't trying to fight But, you dead right (I like that baby) Anyway, I'm trying see who else here I see shorty staring at me way over there I'm sorry baby girl but I gotta disappear 'Cause I (Just can't keep still) Hahaha [Hook] Hey, I'm looking for (Good love, yeah) Met a lot of women out there on tour Ran through 'em all but I'm just not sure (Good love, said I like that baby) Yeah, we gon' fight but I think that's just (Good love, yeah) First class flights, almost home but I (Just can't keep still) Let's go [Verse 3] Betty Wright knockin', got 'em all rockin' About to do the electric slide on the block and Yeah this poppin', got 'em going crazy From 8 to 80 (I like that baby) It feels so good, you can't sit down You gotta get up and move your fat ass around You don't care who watching, you keeping it real 'Cause you (Just can't keep still) Let's go [Hook] Hey, I'm looking for (Good love, yeah) Met a lot of women out there on tour Ran through 'em all but I'm just not sure (Good love, said I like that baby) Yeah, we gon' fight but I think that's just (Good love, yeah) First class flights, almost home but I (Just can't keep still) [Outro] Good love, yeah Good love, said I like that baby Good love, yeah Just can't keep still

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Beanie Mack Bitch

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Beanie Sigel

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[Produced by Just Blaze] [Beanie Sigel] You know my name, bitch Uhh.. yeah.. hold up The streets gave me heat, and the Eagle was the thing that they gave me It's the rap guerilla that still clap...fucker Yeah, guess who's back? [Verse 1] Mack, bitch - I move blocks and pounds I move out with small blocks and towns Move out with small Glocks and pounds (uh-huh) And I take everything to the table, bag and rock it down Fuck who watching now; the neighbors, they in pocket now Fuck you haters -- cop some pocket now When it come to coke, you can't outwit me; mine cheap 'Bout to take over the city of Philly like John Street Nigga, ask all y'all fiends, they call me Chef Boy-ar-Beans Beanie Crocker, cook coke proper Right amount of flour sifting it up Coke spots running by the hour, shifting it up Graveyard shifts, move packs in bundles Braveheart kids, use gats don't rumble Gorilla niggas going apes in this concrete jungle Banana clips'll make them monkeys humble [Hook] BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Yeah, but guess who back [Verse 2] It's Mack, bitch - uh-huh, back in the mix of the scuffle I'm in the hood with them chips like Ruffles Box man, Frito Lay, for that free dough boxing You will lay, nigga I'm not playing Listen, whether I make cash or take cash I'm in the hood eating with my dog like when we break fast B's on the hood and the wheel and the brake pad Shit, when I skate past, bitches shake ass I sit four-thirty deep in wheels You 'bout four-thirty cheap in wheels - small Benz Look at your small rims, small wheel, small grill Big Beans, sitting in Bentley my heart peels Zero to sixty so quickly -- how you want it? You can have it Drop top, stick shift, automatic Back wheels still smoking 6-4 still rolling, 3 wheel motion, it's ferocious [Hook] BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Yeah, but guess who back [Verse 3] On the low though (shh!), the whole city is mine I'm trying to flood the whole city with dimes I'm in the kitchen yeah, with that vision wear Get them digits clear you can come and get them pigeons here Niggas talk about the crack game slowed up, BULLSHIT You switched your hustle when the rap game showed up (uh-huh) While you wasting your time spitting them rhymes I'm getting mine spitting them rhymes, plus still pitching them dimes And the spot still sick with da grime Glock 26 nigga but I'm sicker than nine I'm live with the pound, small silencer calming the sound Stick with the seven, strictly Smith with the seven (shit) When I drop back and cock back And pop that, I'm popping for keeps - I'm not getting stopped in the streets Imagine that a nigga trying to rock Mack Only nigga did it was Jay, and he did it when I signed the contract [Hook] BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Sigel was the name that they gave me BEANIE! Yeah, but guess who back

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Arab Money Remix

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Busta Rhymes

{"Lil Wayne",Diddy,Akon,"Swizz Beatz","Ron Browz",T-Pain}

[Intro: Busta Rhymes & Ron Browz] Ayo, somebody tell Steven Spielberg and George Lucas thank you for directing this movie! Hashi Miki Hallah! Means "It's The Remix!" [Hook: Busta Rhymes & Ron Brown] Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Look, you can talk about your money but I really don't care I'm into copping strange shit, now I'm trying to buy air! (gasps) As the first black nigga that's a rap trillionaire I control heat, I'm about to buy the ozone layer! I'm into copping minerals now: diamonds and granite So much paper I could probably gift wrap a planet And clone a million Janets Respect my accomplishments As Salam Alaykoum Wa Rahmatoullah Wa Barakatouh !! [Hook: Busta Rhymes & Ron Brown] Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! [Verse 2: Diddy] Hamdoullilah with my billions pilin' I'm just wyling, bought 2 islands Lakshmi Mittal-in', diamonds is salmon Bout to buy 5th Ave, bitch I'm just stylin' Money insane; while Jay was popping bottles I was buying out planes just to fly around Spain Fuck a recession, I'm still invested Bout to buy Dubai and swim in a shark section Fuck it, the dark section (It's the remix) Bitch, that's the Barack section [Hook: Busta Rhymes, Puff Daddy & Ron Browz] Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine We gettin' Bad Boy money! We gettin' Bad Boy money! Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! [Verse 3: Ron Browz] You might catch me in a coup that cost 100 thous "Haka la Sheika" means "I love you, Ron Browz!" My money make noise, yours quiet as a mouse Send an e-mail: Ether Boy's in the house All the girls love me, yeah I pop bubbly "Haka hashahi" means "shorty, dumb, ugly" Find me on the dance floor doing the duggy Trucks sit high, dude, next to your buggy [Hook: Busta Rhymes, Ron Brown & Swizz Beatz] Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! Don't call me Swizz no more Call me Kasim Daoud Shams ul-Din [Verse 4: Swizz Beatz] When I come through, hit you with that brand new Bugatti Coupe; damn thing only-only seats 2 But you know who (who?) Goon who be riding in my passenger Side, we be flying shit, 2.5 in it Hey, h-hey-hey-HEY - I'm in my Jeezy watching TV She call me "Ha-habibi" while she feeding me linguine Left right, l-left right - that Arab dance popping right Swizz Beatz, Busta Bus, the money-money buss pipes [Hook: Busta Rhymes, Ron Brown & (T-Pain)] Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! (Nappy Boy!) [Verse 5: T-Pain] I let my chain hang down with the rest of them Teddy Pain rain down on the rest of them Mr. Stripper Man that be hollering "get em man!" I'm at em, man Rubberband; dropping money bombs like a Taliban Oh la la, we getting Arab money You want this hook, you gonna pay that money Save that money, give it to my kids I'll take that honey, give her all my kids like - [Hook: Busta Rhymes, Ron Brown, (T-Pain) & Akon] Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine (Swag!) We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! (Swag!) Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Akon Konvict, Music We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! (Nappy Boy!) [Verse 6: Akon] I got that Arab money 4-star Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim Straight cash when I come in Lemme exchange the currency cause it's all foreign I got that A-RAB MONEY! Waking up to 5 concubines in the morning Diamond mines still runnin' Own all of Africa, you can ask Tarzan [Hook: Busta Rhymes, Ron Brown, (Akon) & Lil Wayne] Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim ! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine (Hey!) (Cynical!) Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! (Cynical!) Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim ! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine (Hey!) Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money! (Konvict Music) Alright, Bus [Verse 7: Lil' Wayne & (Busta Rhymes)] Calendar say I get money everyday Smile look like iced-out Perrier Bury me a G and tell her kids that I was Now jump into your grave if you dig what I dug Cash Money Universal a multi-check 20 chains look like a scarf on my neck Young Money Entertainment: girls and fame (Induct a motherfucker in the Money Hall of Fame) Arab money [Hook: Busta Rhymes & Ron Brown] Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arrab money! We gettin' Arab money! Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim! Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine Oh! We gettin' Arrab money! We gettin' Arab money!

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Light Up

rap

Drake

{JAY-Z}

[Verse 1: Drake] Uh, I've been up for four days, gettin' money both ways Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold Spades Rolexes, chauffers and low fades I keep thinkin', how young can you die from old age? They always tell me: "Nobody's workin' as hard as you" And even though I laugh it off, man, it's probably true 'Cause while all of my closest friends out partyin' I'm just here makin' all the music that they party to But party on, party on all night, nigga I got these new rappers nervous: prom night, nigga I grow tired of these fuckin' grown man liars Storytellers, they ain't even need a campfire Uh, but I just want to tell the truth Before one of these haters load a couple shells and shoot The shit feel like when Fredro Starr Was in Sunset Park stuntin' hard in his yellow goose - yeah! And I'm a motherfuckin' missed target But a target nonetheless, and I just started Was that directed at moi? Can't be They must be talkin' to themselves, Hov: hands free Yeah, and I'm just fillin' up this daily planner Gettin' busy 'cause I'm a star: no spangled banner Jealous dudes get to talkin' in they music And I just say I wrote it for your girlfriends: Kelsey Grammer Yeah, that's what life becomes when you're doin' you Welcome to Hollywood, don't let this town ruin you And if you pillow-talkin' with the women that are screwin' you Just know that she gon' tell another nigga When she through with you Don't get impatient when it takes too long Drink it all, even when it tastes too strong Yeah, I got to feel alive, even if it kills me Promise to always give you me, the real me [Chorus: Drake & Jay-Z] Who would've thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast and get lost in tonight And make it all light up (Ay Guru tell, tell homegirl to open that Ace right there...) Wait until the sun goes down We gon' make this bitch light up Even when the sun goes down I'ma make it go [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Oww, hoes turn they heads like owls I'm the man of the hour Triple entendre, don't even ask me how Con Edison flow, I'm connected to a higher power Bright lights'll make your whole city light up A trillion-watt light bulb when I'm in the night club I just landed in that G450 Caught the Mayweather fight 'cause the satellite was crispy, uhh Y'all can miss me with the money talk The smart money's on Hov', fuck what the dummies talk, uhh I don't do too much bloggin' I just run the town, I don't do too much joggin' Mm, I ain't got a scar yet 'Cause you fuckin' around with me and my dogs is far-fetched Drake, here's how they gon' come at you With silly rap feuds, tryin' to distract you In disguise, in the form of a favor The Barzini meeting, watch for the traitors, uhh I done seen it all, done it all That's why none of these dum-dums could done him off The summer's ours, the winter too Top down in the winter, that's what winners do And to these niggas I'm like Windows 7 You let them tell it, they swear that they invented you And since no good deed go unpunished I'm not as cool with niggas as I once was I once was cool as the Fonz was But these bright lights turned me to a monster Sorry, mama, I promised it wouldn't change me But I would have went insane had I remained the same me Fuck niggas! Bitches, too! All I got is this money — this'll do [Chorus: Drake] Who would've thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast and get lost in tonight And make it all light up Wait until the sun goes down We gon' make this bitch light up Even when the sun goes down I'ma make it go

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Ghetto Supastar That Is What You Are

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Pras

{"Ol\\' Dirty Bastard",Mýa}

[Intro] Man, man Look at the sky All the stars, man, the stars is beautiful tonight Look at 'em [Hook: Mya & (ODB)] Ghetto supastar (Supastar) That is what you are (That's what you are) Coming from afar (Coming from afar) Reaching for the stars (Reaching from the stars) Run away with me to another place We can rely on each other, uh-huh (Yeah) From one corner to another, uh-huh [Verse 1: Pras] Uh, yeah, yo, yo Some got hopes and dreams, we got ways and means The supreme dream team always up with the schemes From hubcaps to selling raps, name your theme My rise to the top, floating on this cream Who the hell wanna stop me? I hated those who doubt me A million ReFugees with unlimited warranties Black Caesar, dating top divas Diplomatic legalese; no time for a Visa They just begun, I'ma shoot them one-by-one Got five sides to me, something like a pentagon Strike with the forces of King Solomon Letting bygones be bygones, and so on, and so on I'ma teach this cat how to live in the ghetto Keeping it retrospective from the get go Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo Pa-Pa-Politic with ghetto senators on the D-low [Hook: Mya & (ODB)] Ghetto supastar That is what you are Coming from afar (Uh-huh) Reaching for the stars Run away with me to another place We can rely on each other, uh-huh From one corner to another, uh-huh [Verse 2 : ODB] One, two, and you don't stop, yo! My eyes is sore, being a senator Behind closed doors hitting truth to the seafloor The rich go North, ignore the tug of war While the kids are poor, open new and better drug stores So I became hardcore, couldn't take it no more I'ma reveal everything, change the law I find myself walking the streets Tryna find what's really going on in the streets [Verse 3: Pras] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo Now every dog got his day, needless to say When the chief away that's when them cats want to play I told you, mess around you fools like Cassius Clay Stretch my heater make you do a pas de bourree Kick your balls like Pelé, pick 'em doing ballet Peak like Dante, broader than Broadway Get applause like a matador, cry yelling, "Ole!" Who the hell wanna save me?, From B.K. to Cali [Hook: Mya & (Pras)] Ghetto supastar (Come on, uh) That is what you are Coming from afar Reaching for the stars Run away with me to another place We can rely on each other, uh-huh From one corner to another, uh-huh [Verse 3: Pras] Yeah, yeah, yeah Just when you thought it was safe in a common place Showcase your finest is losing fast in the horse race Two-faced, getting defaced, out like Scarface Throw your roll money, let me put on my screwface [Verse 4: ODB] Well, I'm paranoid at the things I say Wondering what's the penalty from day to day, I'm hanging out Partying with girls that never die, you see, I was Picking on the small fries, my campaign telling lies Was just spreading my love, didn't know my love Was the one holding the gun and the glove But it's all good as long as it's understood It's all together now in the hood [Chorus: Mya & (Pras)] Ghetto supastar That is what you are Coming from afar Reaching for the stars Run away with me to another place We can rely on each other, uh-huh (Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh) From one corner to another, uh-huh (yeah) (All-stars) Ghetto supastar That is what you are Coming from afar Reaching for the stars Run away with me (Sing it, baby) to another place (Sing it, baby) We can rely on each other, uh-huh From one corner to another, uh-huh (Uh-huh, yeah) (Heeee, ahhh)

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Thank You

rap

MC Jin

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[Jin] This feels good right here, uh I'm just happy to be here... I mean I gotta take a moment to thank those that made a difference Whether small or big, damn Where should I start though? Uhh, first and foremost I gotta give praise To the Lord above and His almighty ways Blessin me with the gift to lift spirits And evoke emotions through these words, every time you hear it I got the lyrics and flow, I'm capable so When I blow, just know this one's for April and Joe Me and my little sister, we grateful, you know? Wish I could see you more Avah at the rate that you grow My favorite uncle Franky, for openin your door When I ain't have a place to stay, I crashed on your floor Taught me the basic survival tools Auntie Cathy, every summer kept me in vacation bible school Mr. Diskin, for more than passin grades And my fourth grade teacher Mr. Scott who passed away (R.I.P.) Peep how I met Kamel, corner on the street We goin to the top, let's do it for Shawna and Jaleek In the beginnin, no one was on Jin's side folks Bar and Amaury, whoa Bundy, that's an inside joke Before bullshit friendships, synthetic for cream Chilled with my Wall Click - Bryan, Cedric and Jean So when I moved to N.Y., chose to invest in a few One love to Patricia Ben and the rest of the crew To be loved is a privilege, that's what I was told A gem from my man L.S. more precious than gold Infamous Joe, lacin my tat so sick Fong, Young Mac and Ken down at Ho Yips To Dee, Waah, Chivon and the rest of the Dean's For believin in a young man, obsessed with a dream Allowin me to write "History," create my own chapter All original Ryders and the generation after The Double-R staff, my thanks worth a million And the whole 30th floor, at the Universal buildin You could never walk in my shoes, or stand in my boots Know how I came up, I'll never abandon my roots Yeah, C-Rayz, Poison Pen for sharin the stage Shouts to Stronghold, Tone and the rest of the Plague Ask Big Zoo, we ten steps ahead of ya Vice Verses, i2i, E-O-Dub regulars My man J-Pure, for bringin the heat right And the rest of the poets, chillin under street lights (whattup) Just keep the beats tight, shouts to the record spinners Enuff, Felli Fel, and all The Heavy Hitters (sup now) Kubichi, K-Sly hold me down in L.A Might catch me flickin it up, with Von in the Bay Then it's off to the "Wake Up Show" with Tech and Sway Or Big Nat and Foot, out in V-A (uhh) It's damn near tradition, to kick a freestyle Anytime I'm with Eddie Francis out in C-Town Can't forget, Home Team, as high as I'll be Supa Cindy, Big Lip, and DJ Irie The club and mixtape DJ's that break records Cause thanks to them (uh-huh) we've heard some great records Shouts out to the Technitions, they get props Feel free to holla, anytime you need drops (holla at ya boy) Bob Collina, the only one to call Anytime ya boy Jin got a run-in with the law Bert Padell, a.k.a. Big Babe Ruth Got the Brinks truck outside, let's get paid loot 6-4-6-6, the trips back and forth From the studio to the crib, I'm never slackin off How 'bout Will, Spivey and of course Killa Kai Boondo, Randy, Feron, just a few of my Close associates, that I love to see School me to the game, like Joe Box and Brother E Razor and Mario for all them times we rock shows To the rest of 176, tato Holla-Front.com, go register today Peter Jun, Rock, Lisa, Landy and J Keepin it fresh, Ellis at the barbershop Coast to coast lifestyles, reppin the "R" a lot My man Kartoon, bringin the fresh sound Cookie and Matt, O.G.'s holdin the West down And of course Swizz, Watts, Carl, Climax Far East Movement, they got what ya minds lacks T-Dot, Montreal where I keep mass appeal Ramiro, Baby Yu, R.G. and Neal It pays to keep it real, even more to be sincere Thanks to BET for jump-startin my career As for "106," who they askin about? Free and A.J., can't wait to see y'all back on the couch And MTV, for givin "Advanced Warnings" John Singleton, plus the chance at performin The Source, XXL, Rolling Stone, Vibe The truth, the lies, the layout, and rides For every write-up, forever in context (uh-huh) King Magazine, Elle Girl and Complex To all the producers for providin the beats Shouts to Neo, Tuneheadz, Devine and Elite J.R., Wyclef, Kanye - can I rep This is real hip-hop, be damned if I let Y'all tell me otherwise, cause we so live This one's for, 9-5-4 and 3-oh-5 All the way to 7-1-8, and 2-1-2 And if you ever show love, this one's for you But I gotta say thanks, even those that hated Cause, cause - y'all kept me motivated, uhh [Outro: Jin] Whooo! You see A lot of times people don't appreciate the love and support That they get, from they family and friends Haters and those that love them too, but not me See, I never take none of that for granted So I knew I had to take a moment at least To let y'all know how I felt about it, c'mon (I gotta thank, God; I wanna thank, y'all) {*4X*} Uh-huh, each and every one of y'all, it's only right Cause without y'all, there is no me Oh and Chach I ain't forget about you I know when you mixin this down, you gon' do a real good job on it I know I probably forgot a ton of people but Don't think that, you don't count or you ain't important It's just that, it's a lot goin on right now I got my L lit, little bit of Hennessy left in my cup And I don't really drink like that, heh I love y'all, "The Rest is History" baby (I gotta thank, God; I wanna thank, y'all) {*4X*}

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Froze Prose

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J.J. Brown

{"Celph Titled","Block McCloud"}

Intro: 5 G's Productions [Block McCloud Speaking] Yeah, yo J.J. (What up Block?) This beat is crazy man it's cold. (Thank you thank you.) So cold. Block McCloud (Word) Big Lou what up? (And it goes like this.) [Verse One] [Block McCloud] I'm so cold I'm cool, it's like a visit to North Pole And Block McCloud is the wizard of blizzards If I don't know ya I'm frigged Storm by ya like a breeze But my swagger my steez will make a shorty freeze And drop to her knees like she coppin' a plea I'm not iced out or coppin' no V I'm just poppin' with these Metaphors makin' sense to all of they charm As soon as I enter the door, temperature change, droppin' degrees Like a Masters, a Bachelors, a Doctorate please I hear myself I'm so sick with the flow, I'll probably sneeze (Achu) I'm so catchy, common cold, you wanna party with me Well if I got it, you got it, now you caught the disease Not your a Mark Of The Beast, a monster like Reef That stomps through the east And wants to be freed to conquor the streets Uh, at night I'm heat I'm hot, I'm cold on the morning block Changin' the whole games climate like global warmin' Hey hey [Hook] This world made me what I am And I am, just adaptin' to the weather So run on home and get your coat cause I'm so cold You better run and find some shelter I'm so darn cold hearted To hot to handle, to cold to hold [Verse Two] [J.J. Brown] My prose froze like an icebox, colder than white cops So Wind in the City where they hostin' the White Sox I'm chilly like a chick with silly loot at the night spot A willy cause I'm Cool Hand Luke but my dice hot Frosty as the Rockies, y'all just photo copies Warm until exposed, the way Sodom broke the Nazi's Go head and get your posse I hope you know a polar bear Cause you gonna need a coat this storm I hear it's pretty cold in there Jeah I'm freezin', it's top season for frost season Up oxygen to your car freezin', ya stop breathin' (Hey Jay when you gon' quit?) Homie not even I don't give a shit, come equipped cause the block's teethin' Had low temperatures Brown bounced the predators Master beat is red as I drown out competitors Cold as evidence Ground beneath the sediments Sounds that crush clowns like mounds of beefin' elephants You geeks will never get, a skotch of my shine ?No Gargamel like you was book?, but the flow shit is mine Look Cool your heels fam Don't touch the pestilence Jay got yourself in the clouds bless the medicines Like hey [Hook] [J.J. Brown Speaking] Ladies and gentlemen. Me and this dude go way back. Celph Titled! [Verse Three] [Celph Titled] I love this sound proof foam inside my mic booth It makes me feel like I'm in a padded room Insane asylum sick with a deranged smile And I'll electrocute your recruits (What's this man mean?) I'm awful with Ether or arsenic in my canteen Rappers can't compete with me Fuck it I'm a beast on beats I get mine I'm grid iron You eatin' cleats for Easter treats You singin' summer camp songs I'm Ol' Dirty Bastard, Janet Jackson's Rolling Stones cover, hands on I'm cold From production to lyrics I'll fuck with the spirits That unleash catastrophic mayhem fire, that sears kids Call a bitch to fuck cause I need sex Like motherfuckin' Terrell Owen's needs Kleenex So respect The ring leader, let's ring it off Jehovah's Witness with a sawed off and I'll ring your door (Hannibal in stereo) Oh, I'll watch the exercise video and thought an ab crunch was new cereal Huh? [Hook]

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POWER

rap

Kanye West

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[Produced by Andrew Dawson, Jeff Bhasker, Kanye West, Mike Dean & S1] [Intro: 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 [Chorus: Kanye West] 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) [Verse 1: Kanye West] 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 [Chorus: Kanye West] 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) [Verse 2: Kanye West] 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 [Chorus: Kanye West] 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) [Verse 3: Kanye West] 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' [Outro: Kanye West & Dwele] 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)

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Lose My Mind

rap

Jeezy

{Plies}

[Intro: Jeezy] Let's get it, shawty! Oh, this that shit right here, nigga What's up? Yeah! What's up? 103, a-yo! (Yo) Nigga, 103 (A-yo!) When this shit drop in the club, nigga A-yo! Yo It go, it go... [Refrain: Jeezy] Why y'all trip? (Tripping) I'm just fine (Fine) 12:45 (Five), bout that time (Yeah) Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind ('Wind) Drink like a tank (Tank), lose my mind (Yeah) This shit crazy (Crazy), way too bad (Bad) Rosé, babe, waste two stacks (Yeah) Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind (Yeah) [Verse 1: Jeezy] I'm hearing voices in my head, think I'm schizophrenic (Schizophrenic) I swear they saying, "Let's get it," from another planet (Let's get it) Thirty-six a thousand times, I'm doing somersaults (Somersaults) Do it right, and you can live your whole summer raw (Yeah) I'm out my mind, yeah, a nigga seeing double, y'all (Double, y'all) Tell me, what's the chance of Jizzle fucking both of y'all? (Both of y'all) She said, "Long as we can do it with your ice on" (Ice on) If that's the case, we might as well leave the lights on (Yeah) I'm out my mind, just blew a thousand Swisher Sweets (Sweets) In my black-and-orange Charger: call it Trick or Treat (Yeah) It ain't nothing to a boss: my goons got goons (Goons) House stupid-dumb-big: my rooms got rooms (Yeah) [Refrain: Jeezy & Plies] Why y'all trip? (Tripping) I'm just fine (Fine) 12:45 (Five), bout that time (Yeah) Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind ('Wind) Drink like a tank (Tank), lose my mind (Yeah) This shit crazy (Crazy), way too bad (Bad) Rosé, babe (Babe), waste two stacks (Yeah) Ayy, Young! This be rough, right? Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine Goon Affiliated, baby! Can't spell sober, lost my mind (Yeah) Ayy, ayy [Verse 2: Plies] Guess what my mama told me? (What?) She hate my partners (What?) Guess why she hate em though (Why?) 'Cause all of em robbing Fuck the police (Fuck 'em), cause all of them problems (Problems) White girls fun (Why?), 'cause all of them swallow (Swallow) Why I ain't fuck her at the house? 'Cause the bitch hollered (Bitch) And where the pill man at? She need a blue dolphin (Dolphin) Old broke-ass nigga (Broke): stop cock-blocking (Blocking) Security, I need help cause the bitch stalking A half fuckin' mil' (Half), that's what the whip cost me (Cost me) 100 dollars (What?), that's what the pussy cost me (Ha) And when the niggas start hating, that's when the nigga lost me (Lost me) "Fantástico," that's what the hoes call me [Refrain: Jeezy] Why y'all trip? (Tripping) I'm just fine (Fine) 12:45 (Five), bout that time (Yeah) Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind ('Wind) Drink like a tank (Tank), lose my mind (Yeah) This shit crazy (Crazy), way too bad (Bad) Rosé, babe, waste two stacks (Yeah) Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind (Yeah) [Verse 3: Jeezy] Drop the top, no bra, got the titties out (Titties out) Mention my name and bring the whole city out (Yeah) Doing what I do best: d-boy stuntin' (Stuntin') New car, old money, d-boy stuntin' (Yeah) Step in cleaner than a new Glock-40 (Forty) My nickname in the A: "Strapped-Up Shawty" (Yeah) You know my nerves bad, trigger like a toothpick (Toothpick) Line wrapped around the corner, boy, too big (Yeah) G-Code, black shades and my black chains (Black chains) Look, you wouldn't understand, it's a black thing (Black thing) You know we drink that Rosé til we black out (Black out) Wake up, drink some more, pass back out (Yeah) [Refrain: Jeezy] Why y'all trip? (Tripping) I'm just fine (Fine) 12:45 (Five), bout that time (Yeah) Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind ('Wind) Drink like a tank (Tank), lose my mind (Yeah) This shit crazy (Crazy), way too bad (Bad) Rosé, babe, waste two stacks (Yeah) Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind (Yeah) [Outro: Jeezy] What's up? (Nigga) 103, yo! (Yo) Nigga, 103 (A-yo! A-yo!) Nigga, 103! (A-yo! Yo!) It go, it go...

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Rock Bottom

rap

Eminem

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[Produced by Bass Brothers] [Intro] Ayo, this song is dedicated To all the happy people All the happy people who have real nice lives And have no idea what it's like to be broke as fuck [Verse 1] I feel like I'm walkin' a tight rope without a circus net Poppin' Percocet, I'm a nervous wreck I deserve respect but I work a sweat for this worthless check I'm 'bout to burst this TEC at somebody to reverse this debt Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged Full of venom and rage, 'specially when I'm engaged And my daughter's down to her last diaper, it's got my ass hyper I pray that God answers, maybe I'll ask nicer Watchin' ballers while they flossin' in they Pathfinders These overnight stars becomin' autograph-signers We all long to blow up and leave the past behind us Along with the small fries and average half-pinters But player-haters turnin' bitch like they have vaginas 'Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us Money'll brainwash you and leave yo' ass mindless Them snakes slither in the grass, spineless [Chorus] That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill That's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here 'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill That's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here 'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear [Verse 2] My life is full of empty promises and broken dreams I'm hopin' things look up, but there ain't no job openings I feel discouraged, hungry and malnourished Livin' in this house with no furnace, unfurnished And I'm sick of workin' dead-end jobs with lame pay And I'm tired of bein' hired and fired the same day But fuck it, if you know the rules to the game, play 'Cause when we die, we know we all goin' the same way 'Cause it's cool to be the player, but it sucks to be the fan When all you need is bucks to be the man, plus a luxury sedan Or comfortable and roomy in a 6 But they threw me in the mix with all these gloomy lunatics Who walk around depressed, and smoke a pound of cess a day And yesterday went by so quick, it seems like it was just today My daughter wants to throw the ball, but I'm too stressed to play Live half my life and throw the rest away [Chorus] That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill That's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here 'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill That's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here 'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear [Verse 3] There's people that love me and people that hate me (Yup) But it's the evil that made me This backstabbin', deceitful and shady (Mhm) I want the money, the women, the fortune and fame That means I end up burnin' in Hell, scorchin' in flame That means I'm stealin' your checkbook and forgin' your name This lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain 'Cause right now, I feel like I've just hit the rock bottom I've got problems, now everybody on my block's got 'em (Duh) I'm screamin' like them two cops when 2Pac shot 'em Holdin' two Glocks, hope your doors got new locks on 'em My daughter's feet ain't got no shoes or socks on 'em And them rings you wearin' look like they got a few rocks on 'em And while you flaunt 'em I could be takin' 'em to shops to pawn 'em I got a couple of rings and a brand-new watch, you want 'em? 'Cause I ain't never went gold off one song I'm runnin' up on someone's lawn with guns drawn [Chorus] That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill That's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here 'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill That's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here 'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear That's rock bottom

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Bad Meets Evil

rap

Eminem

{"Royce da 5\\'9\\\""}

[Produced by Jeff Bass] [Intro: Cowboy (Jeff Bass)] I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts You know, there's a story behind that there saloon 20 years ago, two outlaws took this whole town over Sheriffs couldn't stop 'em Quickest damn gun-slingers I've ever seen Got murdered in cold-blood That old saloon there was their little home away from home They say the ghosts of Bad and Evil still live in that tavern And on a quiet night, you can still hear The footsteps of Slim Shady and Royce Da 5'9" [Verse 1: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"] I don't speak, I float in the air, wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph And the noise is spread Picked up and transmitted through Royce's head (Uhh) Trap him in his room, possess him and hoist his bed 'Til the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead Told him each one of his boys is dead (Ohh) I asked him to come to the dark side He made a choice and said (Yo) Who hard? Yo, I done heard worse We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other To see which one'll swerve first Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity Holds that of a globe on top of nine other planets Kissed the cheek of the Devil, intelligence level Is hellier than treble peakin' on speakers in the ghetto Dismissal, I'm not a fair man, disgraced the race of an atheist Interceptin' missiles with my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse In my past life, when the black knight mounted the white horse And stay over-worked, it's like the Nazis and the Nation Collaboratin', attemptin' to take over the Earth [Chorus: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"] 'Cause this is what happens when Bad meets Evil We hit the trees 'til we look like Vietnamese people He's Evil, and I'm Bad like Steve Seagal Above the law 'cause I don't agree with police either Shit, me neither [Verse 2: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"] We ain't eager to be legal So please leave me with the keys to your Jeep Eagle I breathe ether in three lethal amounts While I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle (Ahh) Releasin' rage on anybody in squeezin' range Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezin' rain (He's insane) No I'm not, I just want to shoot up And I'm pissed off, 'cause I can't find a decent vein The disaster with dreads, I'm bad enough to commit suicide And survive long enough to kill my soul after I'm dead When in danger, it's funny, actually my flavor's similar to a waiter 'Cause I serve any stranger with money I spray a hundred, man, until they joint chains While slippin' bullets at point-blank range like they was punches Piss on a flag and burn it, murder you then come to your funeral Service lobby and strangle your body to confirm it Whippin' human ass, throwin' blows, crackin' jaws With my fists wrapped in gauze, dipped in glue and glass I'm blazin' emcees, at the same time amazin' emcees Somehow, emcees ain't that eyebrow-raisin' to me From all of angles of us, flash a MAC loud enough To cast a avalanche and bust 'til volcanoes erupt [Interlude: Eminem] Hello? (Billy?) Ayo, what’s up? (We're comin' to get you) Stop, they know it's us [Verse 3: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"] I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? (Uh-uh) I'm the one who burned your house down (Oh) Well, I'm out now (Shit) And this time, I'm comin' back to blow your house up And I ain't gon' leave you with a window to jump out of Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms And you won't see me, like fat people in steam rooms And when I go to hell and I'm gettin' ready to leave I'ma put air in a bag and charge people to breathe [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Eminem] 'Cause this is what happens when Bad meets Evil And we hit the trees 'til we look like Vietnamese people He's Evil, and I'm Bad like Steve Seagal Against peaceful, see you in Hell for the sequel (We'll be waiting) See you in Hell (Uh-huh) Wall Street (Yup), Royce Da 5'9", Slim Shady (Uh) See you in Hell for the sequel (Bye-bye) Bad Meets Evil, what? (Until next time) [Outro: Cowboy (Jeff Bass)] And so, that's the story of when Bad meets Evil Two of the most wanted individuals in the county Made Jesse James and Billy the Kid look like law-abiding citizens It's too bad they had to go out the way they did Got shot in the back comin' out of that old saloon But their spirits still live on 'til this day Shh, wait, did y'all hear that?

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9AM in Dallas

rap

Drake

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[Verse] These are my One St. Thomas flows Me, my niggas and some Madonna hoes That look just like virgins but trust they down to go Discussing life and all our common goals Smart kids that smoke weed, honor roll Look how the champagne diamonds glow Fine dining pour another glass when the wine is low I'm in the crib stacking money from here to the ceiling Whatever it is I got, it's clearly appealing These other rappers getting that inferior feeling I hope you feel it in your soul, spiritual healing Take a look at yourself, the mirror's revealing If you ain't got it, you ain't got it the theory is brilliant People ask how music is going, I heard it pays I just came off making two million in 30 days Damn, "I guess it does" is what the message was Sometimes I feel I be spending my money just because With Weezy I'm just out here repping us 'til I get to shake the hand of the man that's blessing us Yeah, I know these niggas miss the mean lyrics Kush got the room smelling like teen spirit I ask kindly if no one out here would bring defeat up Until I lose, for now I'm the game's single leader I fly private so no one tells me to bring my seat up And book a suite where me and your favorite singer meet up Who you like, tell me who it is I'mma make sure that that woman is the next one on my list I should call it a night, but fuck it I can't resist This one is for all the niggas from my city trying to diss Without a response from me you really fail to exist And I love to see you fail, that feeling there is the shit I swear, pussy nigga get your bread up Enjoy the seat that the stewardess just forced your ass to let up Why your scary ass looking down, pick ya head up No one told you your disguise was the most ridiculous get-up? With nose-plugs in now, I can smell the set-up So you just wasting your time, you only making me better, yeah I try to tell them don't judge me because you heard stuff Chase N. Cash that's my brother from the Surf Club Damn, that nigga always kept it so hood Back when we would smoke good at the Oakwoods And have girls fall through like coins in the couch Now we just fucking all the bitches they warned us about Scared for the first time, everything just clicked What if I don't really do the numbers they predict? Considering the fact that I'm the one that they just picked To write a chapter in history, this shit has got me sick But if I really do it don't expect to get a split Cause this truly is some shit I don't expect for y'all to get I'm nervous but I'mma kill it cause they 'bout to let the realest team in Throwing up in the huddle nigga, Willie Beamen But still throwing touchdown passes In tortoise frame glasses, hopin' that someone catch it People say that old Drake, we startin' to miss it But they need to be a little more specific Is this what y'all want? In my best Chris Tucker impression Ducking your questions, fuck your suggestions Money gets all of my love and affection Cars all black like the cover of Essence I'm allergic to coming in second but I never sneeze Y.M.O.E. nigga, yeah [Outro] Uh, yeah, this what yall want Octobers Very Own Young Money ATF Thank me later in this bitch wasssup Free Weezy in this bitch wasup June 15th in this bitch wasup Noel That’s it Ahhhhhh

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Diamonds From Sierra Leone Remix

rap

Kanye West

{JAY-Z}

[Intro: Shirley Bassey] Diamonds are forever They are all I need to please me They can stimulate and tease me They won't leave in the night I've no fear that they might desert me [Chorus: Kanye West & Shirley Bassey] Diamonds are forever Forever, forever (Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe) Diamonds are forever Forever, forever (The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme) (Forever) Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? (And ever) Ever, ever? Ever, ever? [Verse 1: Kanye West] Good mornin', this ain't Vietnam, still People lose hands, legs, arms, for real Little was known of Sierra Leone And how it connect to the diamonds we own When I speak of diamonds in this song I ain't talkin' about the ones that be glowin', I'm talkin' about Roc-a-Fella, my home My chain, these ain't conflict diamonds Is they, Jacob? Don't lie to me, mane See, a part of me sayin' keep shinin' How when I know what a blood diamond is? Though it's thousands of miles away Sierra Leone connect to what we go through today Over here it's a drug trade, we die from drugs Over there they die from what we buy from drugs The diamonds, the chains, the bracelets, the charmses I thought my Jesus piece was so harmless 'Til I seen a picture of a shorty armless And here's the conflict It's in a black person soul to rock that gold Spend your whole life tryna get that ice On a Polo rugby, it look so nice How can somethin' so wrong make me feel so right? Right? 'Fore I beat myself up like Ike You can still throw your Roc-a-Fella diamond tonight, because [Chorus: Kanye West & Shirley Bassey] Diamonds are forever Forever, forever (Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe) Diamonds are forever Forever, forever (The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme) (Forever) Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? (And ever) Ever, ever? Ever, ever? [Verse 2: Kanye West & JAY-Z] Uh People askin' me is I'm gon' give my chain back (Uh) That'll be the same day I give the game back (Uh) You know the next question, dawg, "Yo, where Dame at?" (Uh) This track the Indian dance that bring our rain back (Woo) "What's up with you and Jay, man? Are y'all okay, man?" [Verse 3: JAY-Z] Yup I got it from here, 'Ye, damn The chain remains, the gang is intact (Uh-huh) The name is mine, I'll take blame for that The pressure's on, but guess who ain't gon' crack? Haha, pardon me, I had to laugh at that How could you falter when you're the Rock of Gibraltar? I had to get off the boat so I could walk on water This ain't no tall order, this is nothin' to me Difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week I do this in my sleep, I sold kilos of coke (So?) I'm guessin' I can sell CDs I'm not a businessman, I'm a business, man Let me handle my business, damn Kanyeez you got me, Freeway then Foxy YG's, Teairra Mari, Peedi watch me Bleek could be one hit away his whole career As long as I'm alive he's a millionaire And even if I die he's in my will somewhere So he could just kick back and chill somewhere, oh yeah He don't even have to write rhymes The Dynasty like my money: last three lifetimes Shirley Bassey's in the rear, sayin' exactly What I been sayin' practically my whole career The diamond is forever, I've been minin' this forever Now the Louis Vuitton Don's timin' couldn't be better People lined up to see the Titanic sinkin' Instead we rose up from the ash like a phoenix If you're waitin' for the end of the Dynasty sign It would seem like forever is a mighty long time (Ha) [Outro: Jay-Z] I'm Young, bitches! Hahahahaha Good night! [Produced by Kanye West, Devo Springsteen and Jon Brion]

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The Resistance

rap

Drake

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[Intro] Yesterday when we were getting high You were invited, you woulda liked it I-I- I know you all too well I said that we could kiss the past goodbye But you weren't excited There's no way to fight it You can stay but shawty, here I go [Verse 1] Uh, should I spend a weekend in Vegas? I'm living inside a moment, not taking pictures to save it I mean, how could I forget? My memory's never faded I can't relate to these haters, my enemies never made it I am still here with who I started with The game needed life, I put my heart in it I blew myself up, I'm on some martyr shit Carry the weight for my city like a cargo ship Uh, I'm 23 with a money tree Growing more too, I just planted a hundred seeds It's ironic 'cause my mother was a florist And that's how she met my pops And now my garden is enormous "It's happening, Penny Lane, just like you said!" I avoided the coke game and went with Sprite instead Uh-huh, that's word to the millions that they putting up I'm trying to do better than good enough [Chorus] What am I afraid of? This is supposed to be what dreams are made of But people I don't have the time to hang with Always look at me and say the same shit They say "You promised me you would never change" "You promised me you would never change" [Verse 2] Uh, am I wrong for making light of my situation? Clap on? When 40 got some shit for me to snap on, now that I'm on I don't really want to worry 'bout getting back on I'm just trying to stay on, get my fucking buffet on I heard they just moved my grandmother to a nursing home And I be acting like I don't know how to work a phone But hit "re-dial", you'll see that I just called Some chick I met at the mall that I barely know at all and Plus this woman that I messed with unprotected Texted saying she wished she would have kept it The one that I'm laying next to just looked over and read it Man, I couldn't tell you where the fuck my head is I'm holding on by a thread It's like I'm high right now, the guy right now And you could tell by looking in my eyes right now That nothing really comes as a surprise right now 'Cause we just having the time of our lives right now [Chorus] What am I afraid of? This is supposed to be what dreams are made of But people I don't have the time to hang with Always look at me and say the same shit They say "You promised me you would never change" "You promised me you would never change" [Verse 3] I live by some advice this girl Lissa told me The other day Lissa told me that she missed the old me Which made me question when I went missing And when I start treating my friends different Maybe it was the fast paced switch up Or the two guns in my face during the stick up Maybe 'cause a girl I thought I trusted Was who set the whole shit up But in fact I haven't seen them since they locked Big Rich up I know but same time I'm quick to forget I'm 'bout to roll me up a blunt with my list of regrets Burn it all, burn it all, I'm starting it fresh 'Cause half the time I got it right I probably guessed Did I just trade free time for camera time? Will I blow all of this money baby, hammer time? Yeah, I just need some closure Ain't no turning back for me, I'm in it 'til it's over

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Up All Night

rap

Drake

{"Nicki Minaj"}

[Verse 1: Drake] Kush rolled, glass full: I prefer the better things Niggas with no money act like money isn't everything I'm havin' a good time, they just trying to ruin it Shout out to the fact that I'm the youngest nigga doing it Cap on, brim bent, Denzel, every time She ain't tryna pop that shit for pimp; okay, well nevermind I-I-I tried to told you, Drizzy still ain't nothin' nice Bracelet saying "you should quit", cars saying "fuck your life" Okay now we outta here, toodles to you bitches And if you dolled up, I got the voodoo for you bitches (yeah) I'm busy gettin' rich, I don't want trouble I made enough for two niggas, boy: stunt double Fame is like a drug that I've taken too much of But I never ever trip, just peace, happiness and love I got money in these jeans, so they fit me kinda snug Plus the game is in my pocket, nigga this is what I does [Chorus: Drake] I'm about whatever man, fuck what they be talkin' about They opinion doesn't count, we the only thing that matters Aww, so we do it how we do it All up in your face man, I hate to put you through it I be up all night, whole crew's in here 'Cause I don't really know who I'ma lose this year Aww, man I love my team Man I love my team, I would die for them niggas, aww [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Drizzy say get her, I'ma get her I got the kind of money, make a broke bitch bitter I got that kinda—wait, wait—fixate Which bitch you know made a million off a mixtape? That was just a keepsake, bought the president The Louis presidential briefcase, never been a cheapskate We got the Hawks, I ain't talkin' about the Peach State Man, for Pete's sake, scratch that—sweepstakes (Ha ha ha ha ha) Fuck I look like, ho? I look like "yes" and you like "no" I'm a bad bitch, I ain't never been a mixed breed On a diet, but I'm doin' donuts in a 6-speed M6 in front of M2 I see a lot of rap bitches on the menu But I collect 100 thou' at the venue And pop bottles with my team, Young Money 'til the death of me [Chorus: Drake] I'm about whatever man, fuck what they be talkin' about They opinion doesn't count, we the only thing that matters Aww, so we do it how we do it All up in your face man, I hate to put you through it I be up all night, whole crew's in here 'Cause I don't really know who I'ma lose this year Aww, man I love my team Man I love my team, I would die for them niggas, aww [Interlude: Nicki Minaj & Drake] I mean, we can't even rock them shoes If it don't got a comma on the price tag, you know? I mean, I mean but then again Who, who looks at the price tag, you know? Aww yeah we in this bitch (uhh) Aww, aww, aww Aww yeah we in this bitch Aww, aww, aww [Chorus: Drake] I'm about whatever man, fuck what they be talkin' about They opinion doesn't count, we the only thing that matters Aww, so we do it how we do it All up in your face man, I hate to put you through it I be up all night, whole crew's in here 'Cause I don't really know who I'ma lose this year Aww, man I love my team Man I love my team, I would die for them niggas, aww I'm about whatever man, fuck what they be talkin' about They opinion doesn't count, we the only thing that matters Aww, so we do it how we do it All up in your face man, I hate to put you through it I be up all night, whole crew's in here 'Cause I don't really know who I'ma lose this year Aww, man I love my team Man I love my team, I would die for them niggas, aww

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Thank Me Now

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Drake

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[Chorus] You could thank me now, uh, go 'head Thank me later, yeah I know what I said But later doesn't always come so instead It's okay, you could thank me now Yeah Well, alright Here I go [Verse 1] Uh, Mahalo from the hardest act to follow Lately I've been drinking like there's a message in a bottle Alohas to women with no ties to men That I know well, that way there are no lies You can thank me now for all the info I give to you niggas I'm on the brink of "influential," I'm here for you niggas I guess a hit doesn't add up to a career for you niggas I must have been hard to watch, what a year for you niggas It's December 31st and we in Miami just meditating You got your resolutions, we just got reservations Living out a dream it feels like I stayed up And we just want to party, Patron straight up Fuck that old shit, I'm on new things OVO Clique, Red Wing Boot Gang Yeah we want it all, half was never the agreement Who'd have thought the route we'd chosen Would ever end up this scenic? I can relate to kids going straight to the league When they recognize that you got what it takes to succeed And that's around the time That your idols become your rivals You make friends with Mike But got to A.I. him for your survival Damn, I swear sports and music are so synonymous Cause we want to be them, and they want to be us So on behalf of the demanded and the entertainment That you take for granted, y-you can thank me now And oh my goodness you're welcome, you're welcome At this point me is who I am trying to save myself from Rappers hit me up and I never know what to tell them 'Cause they think that I can help them Get back to where they fell from But drink up, 'cause everyone here is good tonight Except the niggas that I came with, they good for life Yeah, that's how you know it's going down In case another chance never comes around [Chorus] Y-You could thank me now (Thank me now), go 'head Thank me later, yeah I know what I said But later doesn't always come so instead It's okay, you could thank me now (You, you, you) [Verse 2] Uh, shallow nigga but deep enough to have gone swimming I think I'm spending all my time with the wrong women I think I'll have a chance at love and knowing me, I'll miss it 'Cause me dedicating my time just isn't realistic Man, the good girls went silent on me They got a boyfriend, or left for college on me And all the bad ones I used to hit are friends now That make me wish I had a little less mileage on me But do I ever come up in discussion Over double pump lattes and low fat muffins? Do I? Or is missing what we had out of the question? I'm probably just the reason that you learned your lesson I got flows for the Marilyn Monroes Who was there before it all, I guess that's how it goes They hear about your cons, but focus on your pros And love you for who you are from the bottom of they soul But those same ones from your area will grow into women That are ready to get married at "Hello" Because of what they allowed, where are they all now? I know they're somewhere watching So I'm trying to make them proud Searching for the meaning, you'll find it next to me They tell me I'm the hottest, guess we finally get to see I'm feeling like Nas, who am I to disagree? They say the doors will open up soon as you find the missing key That's probably why I'm in this bitch shining Jump up in the sky and put the stars into alignment I rep the ATF in case you need to be reminded And the bandwagon's full but you can try and run behind it– I'm sorry Poolside drinking, Margarita rounds Shout out to my city though I hardly be in town I'm the black sheep but Chris Farley wears the crown And I know life is just a game in which the cards are facing down I'm in a world where things are taken, never given How long they choose to love you will never be your decision And I'm aware that this could be the last time you listen So while I'm still here in this position [Chorus] Y-you could thank me now (Thank me now), go 'head (Go 'head) Thank me later, yeah I know what I said (What I said) But later doesn't always come so instead It's okay, you could thank me now It's a- okay (Okay)

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Jesus Walks

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Kanye West

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[Intro] We at war We at war with terrorism, racism But most of all we at war with ourselves [Chorus] (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] (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) [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] (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 [Produced by Kanye West]

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Wont Back Down

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Eminem

{P!nk}

[Chorus: P!nk] You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can fence in your yard, you can hold all the cards But I won't back down Oh no, I won't back down, oh no [Verse 1: Eminem] Cadillac Sevilles, coupe DeVilles Brain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels Girl, I'm too for real, lose your tooth-and-nail Tryna fight it, try to deny it, stupid, you will feel What I do, I do at will Shootin' from the hip, yeah, boy, I shoot to kill Half a breath left on my deathbed Screamin', “F that!” – yeah, super-ill Baby, what the deal? We can chill Split a half a pill and a Happy Meal Fuck a steak, slut, I'll cut my toes off And step on the receipt 'fore I foot the bill Listen, garden tool, don't make me introduce you To my power tool, you know the fuckin' drill How you douchebags feel knowin' you're disposable? Summer's Eve, Massengill Shady's got the mass appeal Baby, crank the shit, 'cause it's your goddamn jam You said that you want your punchlines a little more compact Well, shorty, I'm that man These other cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at, man I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium And said, “Settle your fuckin' ass down! I'm ready for combat, man!” Get it? Calm Batman, nah Ain't nobody who's as bomb and as nuts Lines are like Mom's CAT-scans 'Cause they fuckin' go bananas Honey, I applaud that ass Swear to God, man, these broads can't dance Ma, show 'em how it's done Spaz like a goddamn Taz, yeah [Chorus: P!nk] You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can fence in your yard, you can hold all the cards But I won't back down Oh no, I won't back down, oh no [Verse 2: Eminem] Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson's Make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers Playin' with an etch-a-sketch Bet you that you'll never guess Who's knockin' at your door, people hit the floors Yeah, tonight, ladies, you gon' get divorced Girl, forget remorse, I'ma hit you broads With Chris's force like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue, ma'fucker You ain't got a lick in yours Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores Makin' cash registers shit their drawers Think you spit the rawest? I'm an uncooked slab of beef layin' on your kitchen floor Other words, I'm off the meat rack Bring the beat back, bring in two extension cords I'ma measure my dick—shit, I need six inches more Fuck, my dick's big, bitch, need I remind you That I don't need the fuckin' swine flu to be a sick pig? You're addicted, I'm dope I'm the longest needle around here—need a fix, ock? I'm the big shot—get it, dick-snots? You're just small pokes, little pricks Girl, you think that other prick's hot? I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match Before I sit back and let him get hotter Better call the cops on him quick, fast Shady's right back on your bitch-ass White trash with a half a six-pack in his hatchback Trailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch [Chorus: P!nk] You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can fence in your yard, you can hold all the cards But I won't back down Oh no, I won't back down, oh no [Verse 3: Eminem] Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin'? Does a bird chirp? Does Lil' Wayne slurp 'zurp 'Til he burps and smoke purp? Does a word search get circles wrapped around it Like you do when I come through? I'd like you to remind yourself of what the fuck I can do When I'm on the mic Oh, you're the kind of girl that I could take a likin' to Psych! I'm spikin' you like a football Been this way since I stood a foot tall You're a good catch with a shitty spouse Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw Give me good brain, watch the wood-grain Don't want no cum stain—bitch, you listenin'? Tryin' to turn me down, slut, I'm talkin' to you Turn me back up! Are you insane?! Tryin' to talk over me in the car Shut the fuck up while my shit's playin'! I'm a shit stain on the underwear of life What's the saying? Where there's thunder, there is lightning And they say that it never strikes twice in the same place Then how the fuck have I been hit six times In three different locations on four separate occasions? And you can bet your stankin' ass That I've come to smash everything in my path Fork was in the road, took the psycho path Poison Ivy wouldn't have me thinkin' rash So hit the dance-floor, cutie, while I do my duty On this microphone; shake your booty, shorty! I'm the shit—why you think Proof used to call me "Doody"? [Chorus: P!nk] You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can fence in your yard, you can hold all the cards But I won't back down Oh no, I won't back down, oh no

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Mahogany

rap

Eric B. & Rakim

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[Verse 1] Me and Eric B was coolin’ at the Palladium Seen a all-world cover girl, I said hey lady I’m Sorry if you’re in a rush - don’t let me hold you up Or intervene or interrupt, but You got the look - I wanna get to know you better I had to let her know - but yo, I didn’t sweat her Cause if you would've seen what I was seein' Almost looked Korean, but European When she spoke, her accent was self-explanatory Even her body language told the story Her name was Mahogany - twin’s name was Ebony I said my name is Ra and this is Eric B Since the music was loud, I said let’s take a walk So we could talk and see New York Show time didn't start until one o’clock But once I entered your mind I wouldn’t wanna stop Caress your thoughts til we was thinking the same Calm your nerves, massage your brain Each moment's a mineral, poetry’s protein Verse is a vitamin, effects like codeine So tell me how you feel and I’ll reveal A pill that’ll heal ya pain, ’cause I’m real She musta OD’d ’cause she couldn’t resist She spoke slowly when she told me this, she said [Hook] Over me, she’s goin’ crazy She’ll rub me on my chest and call me Mr. Sexy She said she’d have my kids and help me make my next G Tell me I ain’t finessed mahogany [Verse 2] So I prescribed her, something to revive And surprise her, she’s liver and much more wiser From the light I shine when my brain cells spark Constantly so she can glow in the dark And soon, you can represent the moon As long as I keep you in tune I’ll tell you who you are and why you're here Take it in stride ’cause it might take a year It’s funny - how time flies when you're havin’ fun We got close and it was almost one She kissed me slow, but you know how far a kiss can go Fuck around and miss the show So I told her to hold that thought real tight We can finish where we left off later on tonight Back to the scene of the crime on time As they introduced the fiend of a rhyme She stood in the crowd with a birds-eye view of me Thinking of later on of what she would do to me The back of the room I could see her eyes - gloom Patient, but hoping that the show was over soon As the place was ripped in half, she made her way to the front row So I said let’s go I packed my mic as they screamed for an encore The speakers were blown, plus my mic was sore Besides I got places to go, ladies to see And she could tell me how crazy she was over me We drove off - she said she liked the way that I performed And couldn’t wait to get 'soft and warm', I said "I was watching you, watching me Looks I received made it hard to MC" I can take a hint, so I knew that she Wanted my agony agony ag-on-y in her bod-y Drove to some sights, then I took her to the condo She was pipin’ hot, but I kept my calm so She asked how come I don’t smile I said, everything’s fine, but I’m in a New York state of mind As we reached the kingdom, she said bring some Champagne, she’ll entertain then sing some Sentimental, songs real gentle It hit the spot and you know where it went to As we embraced I felt her heart pumpin’ I knew she was in the mood for somethin’ So I laid on my back and relaxed It wasn’t the Perignon that made her collapse [Hook] Over me, she’s goin’ crazy She’ll rub me on my chest and call me Mr. Sexy She said she’d have my kids and help me make my next G Tell me I ain’t finessed mahogany [Produced by Eric B., Rakim, Paul C, and Large Professor]

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Spaceship

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Kanye West

{GLC,Consequence}

[Produced by Kanye West] [Chorus: Kanye West & GLC] I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit (Yeah, yeah) I wish I could (Me too) Buy me a spaceship and fly (Swear I do) Past the sky, oh GLC feel you, baby—I feel you, man I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky (Man, man, man...) Oh, oh, oh [Verse 1: Kanye West] If my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him After I fuck the manager up Then, I'm gonna shorten the register up Let's go back, back to the Gap Look at my check—wasn't no scratch So if I stole, wasn't my fault Yeah, I stole—never got caught They take me to the back and pat me Asking me about some khakis But let some Black people walk in I bet you they show off their token blackie Oh, now they love Kanye "Let's put him all in the front of the store" So I'm on break Next to the "No Smoking" sign with a blunt in the mall Taking my hits, writing my hits Writing my rhymes, playing my mind This fucking job can't help him So I quit; y'all welcome Y'all don't know my struggle Y'all can't match my hustle You can't catch my hustle You can't fathom my love, dude Lock yourself in a room Doing five beats a day for three summers That's A Different World like Cree Summer's I deserve to do these numbers "The kid that made that deserves that Maybach!" So many records in my basement I'm just waitin' on my spaceship, blaow! [Chorus: Kanye West, GLC, & Kanye w/ Choir] I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky Tryna tell you, man, way past the sky Oh, oh (Let's go, ugh) [Verse 2: GLC] And I didn't even try to work a job Represent the mob at the same time (Woo) Thirsty on the grind, Chi state of mind Lost my mama, lost my mind (Aww) Life, my love, that's not mine "Why you ain't signed?" Wasn't my time Leave me alone, work for y'all Half of it's yours, half of it's mine Only wanna ball, never wanna fall (Ugh) Gotta get mine, gotta take mine (Ugh) Got a Tec-9, reach my prime (Ugh) Gotta make these haters respect mine (Yeah) In the mall 'til 12 when my schedule had said 9 Putting them pants on shelves Waiting patiently; I ask myself Where I wanna go, where I wanna be Life is much more than running in the streets Holler at 'Ye, hit me with the beat Put me on my feet, sounds so sweet Yes, I'm the same ol' G Same goatee, stayin' low-key, nope Holler at God: "Man, why'd you have to take my folks?" Hope to see Freddie G., Yusef G, love my G Rolly G, police watch me Smoke my weed and count my Gs Got a lot of people counting on me (That's right) And I'm just tryin' to find my peace (That's right) Should've finished school like my niece Then I finally wouldn't use my piece, blaow! [Chorus: Kanye West, GLC, & Kanye w/ Choir] I've been working this grave-shift Aww, man, this pressure And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky Oh, oh, oh [Verse 3: Consequence] I 'member having to take the dollar cab Coming home real late at night Standing on my feet all damn day Tryna make this thing right And havin' one of my coworkers say, "Yo, you look just like This kid I seen in an old Busta Rhymes video the other night" Well, easy come, easy go, how that saying goes No more broad service, cars, and them TV shows That all had got snatched from me, A&Rs and they faculties All turn their back on me and didn't wanna hear a rap from me So naturally, actually, had to face things factually Had to be a catastrophe, empty fridge is staring back at me 'Cause nothing's there, nothing's fair I don't wanna ever go back there So I won't be taking no days off 'til my spaceship takes off, bow! [Chorus: Kanye West & Kanye w/ Choir] I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky Oh, oh, oh [Outro: Tony Williams] I wanna fly I wanna fly I said I want my chariot to pick me up And take a brother for a ride (Heaven knows, heaven knows)

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Flashing Lights

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Kanye West

{Dwele}

[Intro: Connie Mitchell] Flashing lights (Lights, lights) Flashing lights (Lights, lights) Flashing lights (Lights, lights) Flashing lights (Lights, lights) [Verse 1: Kanye West] 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 [Chorus: Dwele & Connie Mitchell] 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) [Verse 2: Kanye West] 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 [Chorus: Dwele & Connie Mitchell] 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) [Outro: Dwele & Connie Mitchell] 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...)

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If I Had

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Eminem

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[Intro] "Life," by Marshall Mathers What is life? Life is like a big obstacle in front of your optical to slow you down And every time you think you've gotten past it It's gonna come back around to tackle you to the damn ground What are friends? Friends are people that you think are your friends But they really your enemies with secret identities And disguises to hide they true colors So just when you think you close enough to be brothers They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin' What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny Money is the root of all evil Money'll make them same friends come back around Swearin' that they was always down What is life? I'm tired of life [Verse 1] I'm tired of backstabbin'-ass snakes with friendly grins I'm tired of committin' so many sins Tired of always givin' in when this bottle of Henny wins Tired of never havin' any ends Tired of havin' skinny friends, hooked on crack and Mini Thins I'm tired of this DJ playin' your shit when he spins Tired of not havin' a deal Tired of havin' to deal with the bullshit without grabbin' the steel Tired of drownin' in my sorrow Tired of havin' to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo I'm tired of motherfuckers sprayin' shit and dartin' off I'm tired of jobs startin' off At $5.50 an hour, then this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off I'm tired of bein' fired every time I fart and cough Tired of havin' to work as a gas station clerk For this jerk, breathin' down my neck, drivin' me berserk I'm tired of usin' plastic silverware Tired of workin' at Builder's Square Tired of not bein' a millionaire [Chorus] But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick without a condom on While I'm on the john If I had a million bucks, it wouldn't be enough Because I'd still be out robbin' armored trucks If I had one wish, I would ask For a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss [Verse 2] I'm tired of bein' white trash, broke and always poor Tired of takin' pop bottles back to the party store I'm tired of not havin' a phone Tired of not havin' a home to have one in if I did have one on Tired of not drivin' a BM Tired of not workin' at GM, tired of wantin' to be him Tired of not sleepin' without a Tylenol PM Tired of not performin' in a packed coliseum Tired of not bein' on tour Tired of fuckin' the same blonde whore After work, in the back of a Contour I'm tired of fakin' knots with a stack of ones Havin' a lack of funds and resortin' back to guns Tired of bein' stared at Tired of wearin' the same damn Nike Air hat Tired of steppin' in clubs, wearin' the same pair of Lugz Tired of people sayin' they're tired of hearin' me rap about drugs Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me Sayin' they wasn't feelin' me on "Nobody's As Ill As Me" And I'm tired of radio stations tellin' fibs Tired of JLB sayin', "Where hip-hop lives" [Chorus] But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick without a condom on While I'm on the john If I had a million bucks, it wouldn't be enough Because I'd still be out robbin' armored trucks If I had one wish, I would ask For a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss [Outro] You know what I'm sayin'? I'm tired of all of this bullshit, tellin' me to be positive How am I 'posed to be positive when I don't see shit positive? You know what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, shit I see You know what I'm sayin'? Right now, I'm tired of everything Tired of all this player-hatin' that's goin' on in my own city Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'? But hey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm just fed up, that's my word

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O Lets Do It

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Waka Flocka Flame

{"Lil Capp","Riverdale Shawty"}

[Intro] Yeah Flocka Waka, Waka, Flocka, Flame Waka Flocka Flame Waka Flocka Flame Waka Flocka Flame [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] I fucked my money up, now I can't re-up Ran up in his spot just to get my stacks up Now I'm back on deck, so shawty, what the fuck you want? Heard he's talking shit, but this ain't what the fuck you want Locked my CEO up, now it's back to coca Niggas talking shit, bro, hang him by a ropa Hit em with the chopper, call that shit hot llama Call me Waka Flocka AKA Young Wild Nigga AKA your drug dealer Got purp, got kush, got pills, got white In the trap all night with the hard and the soft Stacks on the floor, watch Kebo water whipping Shoots it to the left, then he shoots it to the right So Icy Brick Boys got it all night These lame-ass niggas ain't got no fight Kick in my door, we gonna shoot it out all night Home of the Braves, shawty, shoot 'em with AK [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] Yeah! Oh let's do it, hey Oh let's do it, hey, oh let's do it Yeah! Drug dealing music, hey I influence, hey, I influence Yeah! Oh let's do it, hey Oh let's do it, hey, oh let's do it Yeah! Drug dealing music, hey I influence, hey, I influence [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] One shot, man down, his brains go "ka-pow!" Ow, that shit hurt, so don't fuck around But that happen often off in Riverdale, Georgia You gonna pay the life you live off in Riverdale, Georgia They gonna lay your ass out, rock you to sleep like a baby Hit Squad, shawty, in the hood, we got them babies Ever since they killed my nigga Travis Start popping pills and acting crazy Ever since they killed my nigga Travis Start popping pills and acting crazy [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] Yeah! Oh let's do it, hey Oh let's do it, hey, oh let's do it Yeah! Drug dealing music, hey I influence, hey, I influence Yeah! Oh let's do it, hey Oh let's do it, hey, oh let's do it Yeah! Drug dealing music, hey I influence, hey, I influence [Verse 3: Lil Capp] Yeah, Flocka said let's do it And this Real Money, so we getting to it And your bitch, she choosing But if you ain't talking dollars, keep it moving Catch me on the south with Flocka Flame And we got a problem if you saying Waka's name 'Cause we off the chain, you see my green flag You want beef? Oh let's do it 'cause you ain't bad And this music is for the drug dealers And this music influence thug niggas Okay, so if you get into it Ay, oh let's do it Ay, oh let's do it [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] Yeah! Oh let's do it, hey Oh let's do it, hey, oh let's do it Yeah! Drug dealing music, hey I influence, hey, I influence Yeah! Oh let's do it, hey Oh let's do it, hey, oh let's do it Yeah! Drug dealing music, hey I influence, hey, I influence [Original Verse 3: Riverdale Shawty & Waka Flocka Flame] You know me, nigga, I am the block It's Riverdale and Waka Flock We got the Glocks, whips and the knots Even got the spots (Scurt! Scurt!) off the block Catch me in different states, busting down bricks Busting down bricks with that chick you fell in love with We on that thug shit, give a fuck about love, I'm cruel, bitch Keep my money on my mind, not you, bitch Every day, shawty pull up in a new whip In the trap, shawty said he need another one Told them call up Waka, he said "What the fuck you want?" Pull up in the dunk followed by a yellow one So Icey, Fetti Gang, pussy keep them Tommy guns

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Almost Famous

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Eminem

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[Intro] I can almost taste it This shit makes no sense to me What does it all mean? I can almost taste it I can almost see it This shit makes no sense to me What does it all mean? I can almost taste it I can almost taste it [Spoken: Eminem] Yeah, can't stop now This might be the last chance I get to be famous (I just wanna be famous) [Chorus: Liz Rodrigues & Eminem] You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes I just wanna be famous, but... Be careful what you wish for [Verse 1: Eminem] I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist They call me Slim Roethlisberger I go berserker than a fed-up post office worker I murk her with a Mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter For a gangster, you sure did shit your pants When you saw the chainsaw get to waving like a terrible towel How thangs turn around when his fangs come out Get your brains blown out, that's what I call blowin' your mind When I come back, like nut on your spine I'm a thumb tack that you slept on, son Now here I come, screaming "Attack!" like I just stepped on one Low on the totem 'til he showed 'em defiance, giant scrotum He don't owe them bitches shit, his britches, he outgrowed 'em He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the South Pole And nobody fucks with him, rigor mortis and post mortem He's dyin' of boredom Take your best rhymes, record 'em, then try to thwart him He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em Shit-stained drawers, you gon' fuck with a guy Who licks the blades of his chainsaws While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce? Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls You think I'm backin' down? You must be out of your dang skulls; I'm almost famous [Chorus: Liz Rodrigues & Eminem] You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes I just wanna be famous, but... Be careful what you wish for [Verse 2: Eminem] I'm back for revenge, I lost a battle, that ain't happenin' again I'm at your throat like strep, I step, strapped with a pen Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are just stored in my memory Some I wrote on a napkin; I do what I have to to win Pullin' out all stops, any who touch a mic prior's Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers? And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the wacko 'Fore I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern and smash it on his porch Now get off my dick! 'Dick''s too short of a word for my dick Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you prick! Don't call me the Champ, call me the Space Shuttle Destroyer I just blew up the Challenger; matter fact, I need a lawyer I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer Y'all are Eminem backwards: you're Mini Mes See, he's in a whole nother weight class He's slugs, you're BBs: you're bean-bag bullets You're full of it, you were dissin' his CD's Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his Wheaties No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D.R.E He's almost famous [Chorus: Liz Rodrigues & Eminem] You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes I just wanna be famous, but... Be careful what you wish for [Verse 3: Eminem] Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls Screamin' the wood off the panelin', cussin' the paint off the walls Spewin' his hate to these haters, showin' no love for these broads He ain't givin' them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark With the scars, 'til Abraham Lincoln is screamin' out, "Ahh!" These metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all If they don't like it, they can all get fucked Instead of suckin' him off They can go get a belt or a neck tie to hang themselves by Like David Carradine, they can go fuck themselves and just die And eat shit while they at it, he's fuckin' had it He's mad at the whole world So go to hell and build a snowman, girl The bullies become bullied, and pussies get pushed Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me 'Cause I ain't lookin' back, only forward, this whole spot blowin' Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it? And while I'm bein' poetic, let me get it stoic and raise the bar Higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered So bear witness to some biblical shit, there's a cold wind blowin' This world ain't gonna know what hit it He did it, he made it, he's finally famous

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Underground

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Eminem

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[Intro] A lot of people ask me Where the fuck I've been at the last few years Shit, I don't know But I do know I'm back now Haha [Chorus] Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don't wonder how Lookin' for me? I'm underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don't wonder how Lookin' for me? I'm underground [Verse 1] Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up! Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up Sixty sluts, all of them dyin' from asphyxia After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap Jackin' off to a hockey mask at a boxing match (He can't say that!) Yes, he can I just did, faggot, now guess again Better text message your next-of-kin Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy Especially when I flex again And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty! Raggedy Ann and Andy No! Raggedy Andy and Andy No, it can't be, it can't be—yes, it can be The fuckin' Anti-Christ is back, Dante It's Satan in black satin panties This is Amityville, calamity, goddamn it Insanity, pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies Through every nook and cranny, lookin' for trannies Milk and cookies spilled on my silk négligée, looky Razor-ba-lades with me to make you ba-leed Cases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weed Slim Shady? Shit sounds like a fable to me 'Til he jumps out of the fuckin' toilet when you're takin' a pee [Chorus] Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don't wonder how Lookin' for me? I'm underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don't wonder how Lookin' for me? I'm underground [Verse 2] Six semen samples, seventeen strands of hair Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can opener And be cut open like cantaloupe on canopy beds And Glad bags, yeah glad to be back 'Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack-dab in rehab Fuckin' doctor, I ain't understand a damn word he said I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened Bitin' into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking Oh, lightning is strikin', it might be a fuckin' sign I need a psychic Evaluation, fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th That means it's just a regular day (Hah!) And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly Fuckin' lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way Now she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and beggin' to stay [Chorus] Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don't wonder how Lookin' for me? I'm underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don't wonder how Lookin' for me? I'm underground [Verse 3] Tell the critics I'm back and I'm comin' to spit it back in abundance Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal Out of a cannon and have 'em catapult at an adult Captain of a cult with an elite following To turn Halloween back into a trick-or-treat holiday Have Michael Myers lookin' like a liar, swipe his powers Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40; stuck a suppository Up his ass, and made him tell me a story Gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine And sat him in the fuckin' fruit and vegetable section And gave him a lecture Walked up Elm Street with a fuckin' Wiffle bat drew Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands too And came out with a little scratch, ooh Lookin' like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a Triple F.A.T. goose Insanity, can it be vanity? Where's the humanity in having a twisted fantasy With an arm-and-leg amputee? Straitjacket with a hundred and eight brackets And a strap that wraps twice around my back Then they latch it; cut your fuckin' head off And ask where you're headed off to Get it? "Headed off to?" Medic, this headache's awful! This anesthetic's pathetic, so is this diabetic waffle And this prosthetic arm keeps crushin' my hard taco [Chorus] Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don't wonder how Lookin' for me? I'm underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don't wonder how Lookin' for me? I'm underground [Outro] So, it wasn't a choice, it was "I had to do this" And now I got 90 days clean And uh, that's all I have to share, thanks (Thanks for sharing, Brian Is there anyone else who'd like to share this evening?) Yeah, I got something to share: "When you walked through the door you were queer to me So come here, baby boy, just come here to me You're a cock-boy, everybody wants you You're gayer than you would ever claim to I won't have to rape you So, homie, lay down, down, down Lay down, down, down Lay down, down, down, lay down, lay down" Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in Gay-A Okay, wait, I got another one "I just love condoms and lots of cum" No? Well, shit!

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Live from 504

rap

Lil Wayne

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[Intro] Dro, fuck with me! (C Gutta!) Yeah [Verse] Live from the 504 It's Mr. Crazy Flow, jumping like a bungee, no rope Even in the dungeon, I glow; even if it ain't sunny, I glow If it ain't about money, I go... nowhere—I'm nailed to the floor Money controls where I go, it is the sail to my boat And it's going down, it's going down, like there's a whale in the boat See, you can smell that I smoke, and yep, I sip that lean You hit me with that combination, it make my eyes bleed I'm a shark in the water, yep, I swim with the big So I don't have time to deal with Willie the Squid L-L-Lilypad niggas, L-L-Look at the monster Y-Y-You don't want to crash, like "La-La-La Bamba" See it's me, Ronnie, and Terry; and my new drop is berry Watermelon, plum; just call it "fruit punch" I'm an old rapper getting new bucks And all you new rappers, you just new lunch (New lunch) Flow sick, so sick, need a doc, yes A creature, monster, like the Loch Ness I gets hotter by the tock, before I sizzle to death I just tell the clock, "Gimme a sec" In the middle of the war—where my enemy at? I'm running this bitch, like Eric Bieniemy back 'Cause e'ery time I hit a track, I'm like an energy pack The instruments are crying out, "Where the sympathy at?" Yeah, if you betting money, baby, him'll be back Whatever legends look like, bitch, I'm finna be that I walked right in hip-hop, like, "Where my dinner be at?" I ate that, and I was like, "Where my dinner be at?" I hate that women lie, so I lie to them back Got two bitches in my pants—quiet? Neither them that A lot of bitches want dick, I give a lot of them that Let's do a pill, I can fuck you for an hour with that And to the kids, drugs kill—I'm acknowledging that But when I'm on a drug, I don't have a problem with that And my niggas got guns the size of toddlers, biatch And we aiming right at your fucking collar, biatch—pow!

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Seat Down Low

rap

Lil Wayne

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[Intro] Yeah It's me and T, man T.I. Dot-com, bitch! Hahaha! T.I.P., fuck with your boy Ayy, that is my brothers, ladies and gentlemen T.I.—and he is the king, bitch Don't get that shit twisted And me? I am the best rapper alive—ladies and gentlemen, hello! This is Da Drought 3 And it's been a minute since I've rapped on a Mannie Fresh beat, but, uh... I guess I'll go 'head on and show these niggas what to do with one of your beats, man Listen [Verse] I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked Riding with a bad ho with her girlfriend in the back I like to get real high, and I never look back And you don't wanna try, man—don't I look strapped? I come from the hardest city, ain't nobody fucking with it Got a black-and-gold soul, with a fresh New Orleans fitted And a collar Polo and a pair of Bally Bucks Young Money, motherfucker, know you worried 'bout us Cash Money, motherfucker, CMR, I trust Never had my jaw broken, but his jaw, I bust And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus What happens on my bus stays on my bus And that white widow weed out the jar is a must If you give me a cigar, then a cigar, I'll bust Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff Look ma, I'm tryna make a porno, starring us Well, not just us—a couple foreign sluts Yeah, we could make this a ménage à trois-ing, darling I be with Jim Jones, and we be balling—balling? Yeah, baby, we balling, like Rawlings and Spalding Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiian, I am— Leaning like a three-legged lion, climbing— Right to the top of the motherfucking mountain, counting I'm gonna need me and a accountant to count it Mannie got this fucking beat pounding—it's pounding But it was just lost until I found it—I found it Stole it like a scoundrel, Hollygrove hound it Put this bitch to sleep—fucking right—I nightgowned it Niggas talkin cheap; tell them niggas, "Pipe down, bitch!" Bloods in the building, and now, everybody soundless Beating up this track like a motherfucking round-fist Blind, deaf, or crazy, I'ma spit, like a long kiss I am just a Martian, ain't nobody else on this— Planet, I know; see, I live by my only Say, where my cheese, nigga? Where my macaroni? Baby, I get up in that ass and act a donkey Candy on candy, nigga, gripping the grain See, I am the only fire that can live in the rain I am so, so New Orleans Like 18-25-TULANE! [Outro] Hahaha.... See, you gotta be from New Orleans to know what the fuck I'm talkin bout And if you don't, fuck you Hahaha I say what I want And I don't want nothing 'Cause I got everything, bitch

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A Milli Mixtape Version

rap

Lil Wayne

{"Cory Gunz"}

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Bangladesh Young Money! You dig? Mack, I'm going in [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] 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-ch-ch-ch-chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motherfuck a copper Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge, pussy popping Tell the coppers, "Hahahaha 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 [Break: Lil Wayne & Cory Gunz] Yeah, motherfucker I'm ill Yeah, Wayne, I'm going in [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] I'm illy in here with them Young Money millionaires Think you really pop a wheelie in air? Mac Milli, the Vanilli's in here I'm a rascal, don't get whopped I get brats who don't give top I get tassel, pass you with a flow you could never put a brake on And I break on anything a nigga take on Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long Throw a nigga like I'm Akon, cause I'm acorns Where the base gone? get the base blown Let the Pistons on that chopper Come on, cops, I'm kamikaze, drop a rock with them Obamas Illie in the mind, really with the nine, millie when I rhyme Silly anytime fine, chilly, gitty on the grind Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line Plenty's in me, any guineas with 'em Bigger than a mini, and remind I'm Illy, and it's all off G.P.s and a PG walk by, beep-beep Need a freak, skeet, hawk out, big feet on a jeep She caught by Weezy F We be the best, truly to death, prove me the rest Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me, I left Haha! [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire What, 'chyall really want it? Nah, y'all don't really wanna do it If hip hop is dead, I am the embalming fluid And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin' to it Notice I say 'it', cause to me, it ain't shit Get, it? Call me whatcha like, trick, call me on my Sidekick Never answer when it's private, man, I hate a shy chick Don't you hate a shy chick? I had a plate of shy chick And she ain't shy no mo', she changed her name to "My chick" Yeah, boy, that's my girl And she pops excellent up in Wayne's world Totally, dude You should see their faces when they see that this robot can move [Break: Lil Wayne] And it say... Hahaha, yeah And it go... That's right [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] A millionaire, I'm a Young Money, Cash Money, fast money Slow money, mo' money, never no money What is that, who is that? I never heard of it I will take your picture and make a "Rest In Peace" shirt of it Some should take this beat and make a "Rest In Peace" shirt of it Because I killed it, now, don't tell no one you heard of me It's like the beat was screamin', "Murder me!" And I'm a murderer, so I murdered it And you niggas is what I'm eating, I'll make sure of it And he who don't believe me, I'll make dessert of him Sherbet him, I mean, shame on him, or her; Carter, father of This rap thing, this is my race Go on, take a lap, man, Weezy Baby's nursery Now, gon' take a nap, man, it's naptime I'll holla back at you at snacktime [Break: Lil Wayne] Weezy... F... Yeah, OK [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] They say I'm rappin' like B.I.G, Jay, and 2Pac André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at, who dat? Who dat said they gon' beat Lil' Wayne My name ain't Bic, but I keep dat flame, man Who dat wanna do dat, boy? You knew dat, you dat swallow And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels I don't O-U like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour Haha, and I'd rather be pushing flowers Than to be in the pen sharing showers See, 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. Lawnmower Boy, I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Man, life just ain't life without me Hip-hop just ain't hip-hop without me [Outro: Lil Wayne] Young Moola, baby C3

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Ridin

rap

Chamillionaire

{"Krayzie Bone"}

[Chorus: Chamillionaire] They see me rollin', they hatin' Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty My music's so loud, I'm swangin' They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] Grindin' to see if they can see me lean I'm tint, so it ain't easy to be seen Police see me ride by, they can see me gleam And my shine on the deck and the TV screen I'm ridin' with a new chick, she like, "Hold up!" Next to the PlayStation controller It's a full clip in my pistola Send a jacker into a coma (Woo!) Girl, you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone Just tryna bone, ain't tryna have no babies Ride clean as hell so I pull in ladies Law's on patrol and you know they hate me Music turned all the way up into the maximum I got speakers, some niggas tryna jack for some But we packin' somethin' and what we have for 'em We'll have a nigga locked up in the maximum Security cell, I'm grippin' oak (Oak) Music loud and I'm tippin' slow (Slow) Twin's steady twistin' like, "Hit this though!" Police pull up right behind and it's in his throat The windows down, got to stop pollution CD change, niggas like, "Who is that producin'?" That's the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin' Got warrants in every city except Houston but I still ain't losin' [Chorus: Chamillionaire] They see me rollin', they hatin' Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty My music's so loud, I'm swangin' They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty [Verse 2: Krayzie Bone] I've been drinkin' and smokin' Holy shit, cause I really can't focus I gotta get it home 'fore the po-po's scope this Big old Excurs' just swervin', all up in the curb and Nigga be sippin' on the Hennessy and the gin again It's in again, we in the wind Doin' a hundred while I puff on a blunt and roll another one up We livin' like we ain't givin' a fuck I got a blunt up in my right hand 40-ounce in my lap freezin' my balls Roll another tree, green leaves and all Comin' pretty deep, me and my dawgs Yo, I gotta hit the back streets Wonderin' 'bout the six pounds and I got heat Glock, Glock shots to the block, we creep-creep Pop-pop, hope cops don't see me, on the lowkey With no regard for the law We dodge 'em like, "Fuck 'em all" But I won't get caught up and brought up On charges for none of y'all Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark Roll it up if you want, and get it poppin', dawg Ready or not, we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire [Chorus: Chamillionaire] They see me rollin', they hatin' Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty My music's so loud, I'm swangin' They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty [Verse 3: Chamillionaire] Now would you think it's so? I tried to let you go Turn on my blinker light and then I swang it slow And they upset for sho', 'cause they think they know That they catchin' me with plenty of the drank and dro So they get behind me, tryna check my tags Look in my rearview and they smilin' Thinkin' they'll catch me in the wrong, they keep tryin' Keep steady denyin' that it's racial profilin' Houston, Texas, you can check my tags (Tags) Pull me over, try to check my slab (Slab) The glove compartment, gotta get my cash Cause the crooked cops'll try to come up fast And bein' the baller that I am, I talk to them Givin' a damn about them not feelin' my attitude When they realize I ain't even ridin' dirty Bet you'll be leavin' with an even madder mood I'ma laugh at you and then I'll have to cruise Jammin' number two on some old DJ Screw You can't arrest me, plus you can't sue This is a message to the law, tell 'em, "We hate you" I can't be touched and tell 'em that they shoulda known Tippin' down, I'm sittin' crooked on my chrome Bookin' my phone, findin' a chick I wanna bone Like they couldn't stop me, I'm 'bout to pull up at your home And it's on [Chorus: Chamillionaire] They see me rollin', they hatin' Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty My music's so loud, I'm swangin' They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty They see me rollin', they hatin' Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty My music's so loud, I'm swangin' They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty

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We Made You

rap

Eminem

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[Intro: Eminem] Guess who? D'you miss me? Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus! [Chorus: Charmagne Tripp & Eminem] When you walked through the door (Woo!) It was clear to me (Clear to me) You’re the one they adore Who they came to see (Who they came to see) You’re a rock star (Baby) (Yeah) Everybody wants you (Everybody wants you) Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?) We’re the ones who made you [Verse 1: Eminem] Ahem, back by popular demand Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand? How does it feel? Is it fantastic? Is it grand? Well, look at all the massive masses in the stands "Shady, man, no, don't massacre the fans!" Damn, I think Kim Kardashian's a man She stomped him, just ‘cause he asked to put his hands On her massive gluteus maximus again Squeeze it, then squish it, then pass it to a friend Can he come back as nasty as he can? Yes, he can-can; don't ask me this again He does not mean to lesbian offend But, Lindsay, please come back to seeing men Samantha's a two; you're practically a ten I know you want me, girl, in fact, I see you grin Now come in, girl [Chorus: Charmagne Tripp & Eminem] When you walked through the door (Woo!) It was clear to me (Clear to me) You’re the one they adore Who they came to see (Who they came to see) You’re a rock star (Baby) Everybody wants you (Everybody wants you) Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?) We’re the ones who made you [Verse 2: Eminem] The enforcer, looking for more women to torture Walk up to the cutest girl and charley-horse her Sorry, Portia, but what's Ellen DeGeneres Have that I don't? Are you telling me tenderness? Well, I can be as gentle and as smooth as a gentleman Give me my Ventolin inhaler and two Xenadrine And I'll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner, then Nail her, baby, say hello to my little friend! Brit, forget K-Fed, let's cut off the middleman Forget him or you're gonna end up in the hospital again And this time it won't be for the Ritalin binge Forget them other men, girl, pay them little attention And little did I mention that Jennifer's in Love with me, John Mayer, so sit on the bench Man, I swear them other guys, you give 'em an inch They take a mile; they got style, but it isn't Slim [Chorus: Charmagne Tripp & Eminem] When you walked through the door (Woo!) It was clear to me (Clear to me) You’re the one they adore Who they came to see (Who they came to see) You’re a rock star (Baby) Everybody wants you (Everybody wants you) Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?) We’re the ones who made you [Bridge: Eminem] And that's why, my love You'll never live without I know you want me, girl 'Cause I can see you checking me out And, baby, you know You know you want me too Don't try to deny it, baby I'm the only one for you (*fart*) [Verse 3: Eminem] Damn, girl, I'm beginning to sprout an Alfalfa Why should I wash my filthy mouth out? You think that's bad, you should hear the rest of my album Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but Jessica Alba put her breasts on my mouth (Blup!) Wowzers! I just made a mess in my trousers And they wonder why I keep dressing like Elvis "Lord, help us, he's back in his pink ALF shirt Looking like someone shrinked his outfit!" I think he's 'bout to flip, Jessica Rest assured Superman's here to rescue ya Can you blame me? You're my Amy, I'm your Blake Matter of fact, bake me a birthday cake With a saw blade in it to make my jailbreak Baby, I think you just met your soulmate Now break it down, girl [Chorus: Charmagne Tripp & Eminem] When you walked through the door (Woo!) It was clear to me (Clear to me) You’re the one they adore Who they came to see (Who they came to see) You’re a rock star (Baby) Everybody wants you (Everybody wants you) Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?) We’re the ones who made you [Outro: Eminem] So baby Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, get down Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, get down Oh Amy! Rehab never looked so good! I can't wait, I'm going back Ha-ha, woo! Dr. Dre! 2020! Yeah!

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Cant C Me

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2Pac

{"George Clinton"}

[Intro: George Clinton] The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes Lookin' hard but won't realize That they will never see the P! You must be goin' blind [Verse 1: 2Pac] Give me my money in stacks and lace my bitches with dime figures Real niggas fingers on nickel-plated 9 triggers Must see my enemies defeated I catch 'em while they coked up and weeded Open fire, now them niggas bleedin' See me in flesh and test and get your chest blown Straight out the West, don't get blown My adversaries cry like hoes, open and shut like doors Is you a friend or foe? Nigga, you ain't know? They got me stressed out on Death Row I've seen money, but baby, I've gots to get mo' You screamin', "Go 2Pac!" and I ain't stoppin' till I'm well-paid Bail's paid now, nigga, look what hell made Visions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high And when I'm rollin' by niggas can't see me! [Chorus: George Clinton] The stares of a million pairs of eyes And you'll never realize You can't see me [Verse 2: 2Pac] Been gettin' word that these square motherfuckers with nerves Sayin' they can get with us, but picture me gettin' served My own mama say I'm thugged out My shit be poppin' out the record store as if it was a drug house My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood Nigga what! It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug And there I was, a young nigga with heart, ain't had shit to lose Pullin' my pistol on them fools, you know the rules D-R-E, you got me heated; my words like a penitentiary dick Hittin' bitches where it's most needed Money and weed, Alizé and Hennessy To my thug niggas in lock down: witness me Bail on these hoes in floss-mode The life of a boss player, fuck what you thought though My enemies deceased Die like a bitch when my album hit the streets; niggas can't see me! [Chorus: George Clinton & 2Pac] Niggas can't see me They can't see me Which way did he go, George? Which way did he go? Oh!! Which way did he go? Which way did he go? [Verse 3: 2Pac] You niggas made a mistake You should've never put my rhymes with Dre Them thug niggas have arrived and it's judgement day Hey homie, if you feel me Tell them tricks that shot me that they missed, they ain't kill me I can make a motherfucker shake, rattle and roll I'm full of liquor, thug nigga, quick to jab at them hoes And I can make you jealous niggas famous Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a nigga's aim is I'm just a rich motherfucker from the way If this rappin' bring me money, then I'm rappin' till I'm paid I'm gettin' green like I'm supposed to Nigga, I holla at these hoes and see how many I can go through Look to the star and visualize my debut Niggas know me, player, I gotta stay true Don't be a dumb motherfucker 'cause it's crazy after dark Where the true thug-niggas see your heart; niggas can't see me! [Interlude: 2Pac] Yo, check this out: stay off his dick [Outro: George Clinton & 2Pac] Niggas can't see me Right before your eyes, I'll disappear from here You niggas can't see me You can't see me I know it's hard nigga, I'm all up in your face But you still can't see me You can't see me All up in your range, but niggas can't see me 20/20 vision won't visualize I'm in the flesh, baby, but you can't see me All those glasses won't help you realize You blinded, you blinded, you can't see me You can't see me Thug Life, baby Don't believe everything you read! Alizé and weed You can't see me, right before your very eyes You won't even visualize, you can't see me Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac Niggas can't see me I dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers! This one's for you, BIG baby 'Cause you bitch-ass niggas can't see me Niggas can't see me You can't see me See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil You won't see me Yeah, first you see me, now you don't Wanna see me, but you won't Come to see me, but you can't Oh, you can't see me You can't see me Right between your eyes and you'll never realize Right before your eyes, you won't even realize Visualize what you can't see

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Beautiful

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Eminem

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[Intro: Paul Rodgers] 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 [Verse 1: Eminem] 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— [Pre-Chorus: Eminem] 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 [Chorus: Eminem] 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 [Verse 2: Eminem] 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— [Pre-Chorus: Eminem] 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 [Chorus: Eminem] 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 [Verse 3: Eminem] 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— [Pre-Chorus: Eminem] 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 [Chorus: Eminem] 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 [Bridge: Paul Rodgers, Eminem] 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) [Outro: Eminem] 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)

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Jimmy Crack Corn

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Eminem

{"50 Cent"}

[Intro: Eminem & 50 Cent] Man! Let's go Hey yo, Fif'! Yeah? Call 'em and tell 'em... It's time to hate us again We're back! Haha! [Verse 1: Eminem] Jimmy can crack corn, but I don't care My enemies crack corn, but I don't care You can be Black, white, or albino, yeah You can have cornrows inside your hair I give a fuck if I don't like your stare This bottle of wine goes upside your head (*Crash*) A little bit psycho, but I know that Think you just don't say it and I won't say it See, if you don't brag, then I don't brag I know I'm bad as long as I know I'm bad I don't need ya'll to co-sign no shit You can just keep makin' them tired old threats A little bit like "The Boy Who Cried Wolf," yeah See me, but don't dare to try no shit 'Cause you know that somewhere inside those layers The rattlesnake's right there to bite your ass And I can be so quiet and strike so fast Like lightening bolts, right out the sky, go bad From out of nowhere, you might just find your career Come to it, (Eek!) and I'm just like (Oh, yeah!) [Chorus: Eminem] See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh, yeah!) Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh, yeah!) See us keep blowing up, we're like (Oh, yeah!) So Jimmy's can crack corn, but I don't care See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh, yeah!) See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em!) And where is D12 at, they're like (We over here!) And where the fuck we goin', we're like (Nowhere!) [Verse 2: Eminem] You jealous little fucks beg for my attention, but I done told you once, I'm not the kind of attention you want If I tell you twice, then I won't be so nice If you keep coming back, that only means you know you lost the fight They wanna talk shit, let 'em talk shit, 'cause they talk shit (Yeah) Knowin' deep down, they really just wanna squash it 'Cause no one wants to walk around, steppin' in dog shit And get doo-doo on the shoe again, soon as they washed it But the pride won't let 'em, inside's like "Go get 'em" And I'm just like "Why you're tryin' to fight momentum?" We just keep winnin', by landslides, oh, and um Shady Limited's, in any size yo' denim To velour, even our clothing line's on fire As 50 would say "Our clothing line's on Fiyaa'' Meanwhile, your minds on us, like mine's on Mariah And y'all is just like her, you're all fucking liars But I'll just keep fucking you like I fucked her Right in the ass with K-Y, yes, sir! So full of joy, boy, am I absurd? Even Chingy would tell you: "That boy don't curr" [Chorus: Eminem] See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh, yeah!) Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh, yeah!) See us keep blowing up, we're like (Oh, yeah!) So Jimmy's can crack corn, but I don't care See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh, yeah!) See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em!) And where is G-Unit at, they're like (We over here!) And where the fuck we goin', we're like (Nowhere!) (Haha!) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Your homie got clapped on, man, I don't care The cops in my nana crib, but I'm not there It is what it is, dawg, man, life's not fair Your friends should've known not to front 'round here Listen, kid, where I'm from, the wolves smell fear They'll strip your ass of your jewels right here Man, I'ma say this one time, now get this clear Man, you can catch a hot one like outta nowhere A beautiful day without drama is rare Your girl's a freak, man, sometimes we share Yeah, I wear a condom and you go bare You probably heard about me, I'm a sho nuff player In the hood politicin', like I'm runnin' for mayor Ridin', winin', dinin' and shinin', know what I'm sayin'? I ain't got time for fuckin' around, and horseplayin' I'm makin' hits, my homies takin' hits, who's stayin' [Chorus: Eminem] See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh, yeah!) Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh, yeah!) See us keep blowing up, we're like (Oh, yeah!) So Jimmy's can crack corn, but I don't care See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh, yeah!) See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em!) And where is D12 at, they're like (We over here!) And where the fuck we goin', we're like (Nowhere!) [Outro: Eminem & 50 Cent] Haha, haha Yeah! It's The Re-Up! Haha God, I love it You know you hate that laugh, don't you? Haha, haha Keep doin' it Do it again What? The laugh Oh, haha, haha! I like that Haha, haha, haha, haha Hehehe You don't think they're gonna think we're really crazy, right?

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Wasted

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Lil Wayne

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[Intro] Ha... Take it, FATBOI No Ceilings Ugh [Verse] Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it President, got 'em in the White House naked Looked at the clock and it say, "Right now" Get a pound, break it down, blow it like trial Panatela Dutchie, wine in my tall glass Young Money, baby, big shit, like a horse ass Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back Bugatti, matte black—"Where they do that at?" South Beach Miami, ho, I'm probably with Tammy To' My life is a video and the women want they cameo I just want them pantyhose, and I’m higher than Ger-an-imo And I got them tools, tell them boys it could get mechanical Now, pop that pussy like a four-four I turn you 'round and bend you over like a low blow It’s Young Money, baby, we the fucking greatest We done put them other niggas on a hiatus Beat your bitch with the pump if she deny data 'Cause I’ll serve anyone like a blind waiter I make my girl cum first; then, I arrive later I shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator, haha! G—Getting money like, "Hell yeah" This shit so good, it don’t even smell bad And you can tell Dad that I’m a motherfucker You niggas bet' not slip—Ice Road Truckers Light-pole barrel, chopper stupid-long New Orleans nigga, I get super-dome Loyal to the game, the game been good to me Still spitting fire, you niggas wood to me, ha! We on, nigga; let—let them hoes know Young Money lay 'em down like old folks You coming with it? We coming for it Plenty to go around—now, watch the money orbit Real shit, people; now, just absorb it I tried to pay attention, but y'all mad boring And I got so much swag, I need an ad for it And I don’t like to brag, so my bitches brag for me Oh, she a good girl? I got her transforming She give me hot head, I call it "global warming" If we gon' do it, dog, let's do it now I—I—I am more animal than the zoo allow Put me in the wild, I’ll be there for a while You niggas Little League, call 'em Curaçao Energizer money: it keep going I’m laid up, I’m free-throwing Who rebounding? Who gives a shit? Fuck that, I got 27 years of this Hit or miss, I hit your missus You are local news; I’m 60 Minutes I—I hit the target, I hit the witness I work out in my office—guess I’m fit for business Too many visions, completed missions Still icing out crosses—keep it Christian We consistent, the streets commend it Weezy F. Baby, the "F" is for "Forensics" From start to finish, Usain Wayne OK, you doing your thing? Well, things change You plain-Jane, I’m diverse I save the world second, and I get high first I’m a mind freak, check my time sheet Bitch, I bring the noise where the lions sleep Your flow never wet, like Grandma pussy I’m always good, like Grandma cookies Yeah, call me the spleen or the spine fixer It's going down like the Catalina Wine Mixer She going down like the hands on my time-ticker I’m always strapped—Vietnam, nigga We are fine, nigga, like Amber Rose We ball, nigga, like Jalen Rose Better tell them hoes, I got a million flows Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes Young Money, baby, and the building grows As we look up—where did the ceilings go? [Outro] Hahaha No Ceilings

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Houstatlantavegas

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Drake

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[Verse 1] Hey there, pretty girl You know exactly what you got And I don't blame you at all You can't resist it Especially when the light's so bright And the money's so right And it's comin' in every single night She don't wanna leave She just stuck in [Chorus] Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas (Ayy) Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlanta, she just stuck in Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas (Ayy) Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas And she dance to the song And she dance to the song And it go, "Hey now, now, watch her go down" Oh, oh, oh [Verse 2] She doesn't ever worry If she wants it, she'll get it on her own She knows there's more to life And she's scared of ending up alone [Pre-Chorus] Throw your ones up in the air Throw your ones up in the air for her Throw your ones up in the air ''Cause the ones you throw will get her out of [Chorus] Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas (Ayy) Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlanta, she just stuck in Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas (Ayy) Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas And she dance to the song And she dance to the song And it go, "Hey now, now, watch her go down" Oh, oh [Verse 3] We all got dreams and we all star reachin' All start peakin', all-star weekend One hotel room that all y'all sleep in Housekeeper knock to see if all y'all decent Young girls envy the life y'all leadin' Never satisfied with a nice calm evenin' You be at the games lookin' right all season But you always with me on the night y'all leavin' Ask Lo, ask Lo, I always request you You go get fucked up and we just show up at your rescue Carry you inside, get you some water and undress you I give you my all and the next morning you'll forget who Or why, or how, or when Tonight, it's prolly 'bout to happen all over again And she live in a mindset that I could never move to Until you find yourself, it's impossible to lose you Uh, because I never had you, although I would be glad to I'd probably go and tattoo your name on my heart I swear, I start to think that I'm going crazy [Pre-Chorus] Throw your ones up in the air Throw your ones up in the air for her Throw your ones up in the air 'Cause the ones you throw will get her out of [Chorus] Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas (Ayy) Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlanta, she just stuck in Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas (Ayy) Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas And she dance to the song And she dance to the song And it go, "Hey now, now, watch her go down" Oh, oh, oh

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Im So Over You

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Lil Wayne

{Shanell}

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Just turn it up Now turn it up Just turn it up HAHA HA TURN IT UP! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] No regrets at all I'm high and I hope you catch the fall Welcome to my lecture hall You can't shake my infection off Take me to your leader and I promise I will be the man Swim until I see the sand Then die soon as I reach the land The water's over our hands What happened to our plans? Swim until I see the sand Then die soon as I reach the land! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] This is my resurrection, so fuck your resolution I don't need no protection, I don't need your confusion Don't know what to believe, don't know what to believe Don't know what to believe, don't care what you believe! Cause I'm so over you, yeah I'm so over you Yeah I fly over you, cause I'm so over you [Verse 2: Shanell] I did everything by the book, book, book Scribbling all over all of the notes that I took, took Find that you're no better than a crook, ooh! Set and developed I felt I could trust you, struck Showed them a picture of my ID That's not enough to prove that it's me Look in the mirror, now who should I be-lieve? [Chorus: Lil Wayne & Shanell] This is my resurrection, so fuck your resolution I don't need no protection, I don't need your confusion Don't know what to believe, don't know what to believe Don't know what to believe, don't care what you believe! Cause I'm so over you, yeah I'm so over you Yeah I fly over you, cause I'm so over you

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Nissan Honda Chevy Remix

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Joell Ortiz

{"Jim Jones"}

[Hook] Nissan, Honda, Chevy, Nissan, Honda, Chevy Nissan, Honda, Chevy, my stash is never empty baby Nissan, Honda, Chevy, Nissan, Honda, Chevy Nissan, Honda, Chevy, the D's will never get me [Verse 1 - Joell] In my hoopty I be swerving, the public's who I'm serving Boost phone forever chirping, I be out there putting work in Know them dirty boys lurking, if they nab me then it's curtains So when I go see a person, I spin the block so I'm certain That it's cool, I'm no fool, see Raul is more than reckless So I meet him when it's busy at that Meeker/Morgan exit Off that BQE near Mickey D's And occasionally treat myself to a nice little fish and cheese I'm really, really in the street. Being broke's my enemy Teachers said I'm dumb but I dropped out and I know chemistry I make that soft get hard and meet my homey Pito In the parking lot of Home Depot off Northern Boulevard I got my route down pat, I'm about my stacks And my mouth don't chat, I let my Pow Pow clap But I ain't with that though -- I'm trying to get that dough Beamer, Benz or Bentley - oh no - I stay low in that: [Hook] [Verse 2 - Jim Jones] I remember gettin' souped when I first had the Ac It was the '9-7 coupe, I didn't know how to act When Juju did the stash, the body shop on Jerome Seven Fourth Way before the Boost I had the flip mobile phone Before that it was the beeper, had one street-sweeper We all cut class so we hardly knew the teacher When The Rink was really hot, rockin' minks was really hot We was on the car waggers wasn't thinking about a drop Now I scoop you in the Charger, drop you off in the 'ghini Let you out on the corner right before your boyfriend see me Keep a low vehicle when I'm low speedin' through And I'm scoopin' up your ho, they don't notice that it's you Used to watch my uncle do it, scoop 'em up in the Buick One chick Dolores turned fiend, she was gorgeous Speakin' about cars, I think we still got a Taurus I ain't gon' mention bout the color cause it's still takin' orders

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Bout It Bout It

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Cam'ron

{"Cam\\'ron","Jim Jones","Master P"}

[Verse 1 - Cam'ron] I represent where them killers at 145th and Broadway. You get your head cracked Get your legs snapped, arm-twist, ribs cracked Wig tapped, "play fair!" Day care, kids napped You think you real? Well, my posse is crazier Your moms? Mobbing and raping her, Saudi Arabia I'm 89 tho, Audi and Avias Beef in N O, I had to call No Limit up Baby MAC, baby Gat, shit to wake the baby up Got my baby boo, cop the X5: that's a baby truck Santana rolling big, Jimmy in the Caddy Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati In the double-O I represent the C-O Please ho, Harlem World, 40th: that's me, yo Clips, 11 off. Bricks, get 7 off Snow so white only thing missing is 7 dwarfs [Hook- Master P] Killa Cam: you know he bout it, bout it Jim Jones: you know he bout it, bout it Freeky Z: you know he bout it, bout it Santana: that boy bout it, bout it Harlem World: you know they bout it, bout it Diplomats: you know they rowdy, rowdy 145th and Broadway, them boys real You know them boys they don't play [Verse 2 - Cam'ron] Aiiyo, I'm bouncing through an ounce or two My crib look like the Fountainblue A fountain too - no water, only pumping Mountain Dew Front on y'all little cats I was bound to do I made it where chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes I got head, but need more mouth 119th to the whorehouse soon as the tour's out Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin' I pop ack over some oxycontin Cotton club and Roxy Robins Rubies and rocks we poppin' Booties, Uzis and Glocks'll stop em Battery on his head: copper-top him When I'm in the building, dogg, you've got to watch him Got to spot him, tre-8 a floor revolve him The D.A., sargeant and coroner's problem - now Highs get 8 done, Dipset don't play none Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one - Santana [Hook] [Verse 3 - Jim Jones] You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang 15th and Lenox, 9- tre, they do they own thing In Uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the block Dogg, he move that water shit, he like the network Over wet work. you come up short on that paper, get a wet shirt Then if you walking through Foster and Taft Flossing that cash then gangstas put the torch to your ass And I can't forget AK and Wagner My dogs straight crazy cause the AK'll blast ya One calling daddy Sheik and Q LB's and Sally beat your crew, now come on And dope stacks, right in front the liquor store Hennssey, lil me, me you know the flipped the raw Much upset, oh yeah they bout it 16 shots up out the Glock, I come up out it [Master P] I represent the South, now the world gonna feel us Worth $400 mil', still dumping gorillas I'm in the project posted up, like Toys 'R Us Retire my jersey -- 65 for every chicken I plucked Pass the purple stuff, whoadie, it's time to get swerk Up on the block, 1,000 grams on Hogan and Kirk We in them t-shirts and doo rags Females all fall back when the No Limit boys in the house Haters get back. Hot One hold it down In foreign ghettoes. Big Boys, Uptown, Russian _ C-Murder locked up, but his name still ringin' Big Simp getting yoked, ridin', hustlin' and slangin' You know we bout it..I mean we rowdy! New Orleans to the ATL: you know they bout it bout it Saint Louis, they keep it swangin' L.A. to Las Vegas, them homies out there gangbangin' Oklahoma to Tennessee, them boys ain't playin' Cause you know they B-O-U-T Texas, Florida; Detroit, Georgia Them boys dunn graduated from an 8th Up on to water-water Kansas bout it. Virginia rowdy! Illinois boys to Mississippi: bout it bout it New York, Arizona, the Bay Area, the whole California! North Carolina, South Carolina: throw dem bows Pennsylvania, Alabama: bout to let em know Missouri rowdy. Boston bout it! New Orleans and Rockafella: it's bout it bout it

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Homecoming

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Kanye West

{"Chris Martin"}

[Intro: Kanye West] Yeah And you say Chi city! Chi city! Chi city! [Chorus: Chris Martin & Kanye West] 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 [Verse 1: Kanye West] 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!" [Chorus: Chris Martin] 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 [Verse 2: Kanye West] 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 [Chorus: Chris Martin] 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 [Outro: Chris Martin] Loy-oy-al, loy-oy-al Comin' home again Loy-oy-al, loy-oy-al Comin' home again Maybe we can start again

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Resurrection

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Common

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[Scratched] "Resurrection" [Intro] Yeah I'ma get this one off for 87th Street South Side of Chicago, Chicago everywhere, check it It's like come on, y'all, get live, get down Common Sense is in your town I said come on, y'all, get live, get down Common Sense is in your town [Verse 1] I stagger in the gatherin', possessed by a patter-in that be scatterin' Over the global, my vocals be travelin', unravelin' my abdomen It's slime that's babblin' grammatics that are masculine I grab the men, verbally badgering broads I wish that Madelyne was back on Video LP I went against all odds and got a even steven Proceed to read and not believin' everything I'm readin' But my brain was bleedin', needin' feedin', and exercise I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize I analyze where I rest my eyes And chastise the best of guys with punchlines I'm Nestle when it's crunch-time For your mind like one time If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine 'Cause I deliver like the Sun-Times Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I un-swine Eating beef sometimes -- I try to cut back on that shit This rap shit is truly outta control My style is too developed to be arrested It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail A Mr. Meaner fell on his knee for the jury I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints They relinquished Sense, 'cause I was guilty in a sense [Scratched Hook] "Resurrection" [Verse 2] I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe, imagination's in flight I send light, like Ben's kite, I've been bright Get open like on gym nights and in fights I send rights Don't hook with skins my friends like, I spend nights up in dykes In spite, I've been indicted as a freak of all trades (Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo) I got it made I bathe in bass lines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums Come from a tribe of bums hooked on Negro and mums Had to halt with the, malt liquor 'Cause off the malt liquor, I fought niggas Now my speech and thoughts quicker Cruise the Southside streets with no heat and no sticker UAC got my back and we don't get no thicker UAC got my back and we don't get no thicker UAC got my back and we don't, now check it I'm a ho but not a ho nigga, ain't scared of no nigga When it's my turn to go, I gotta go And I'm gone with the storm [Scratched Hook] "Resurrection" [Produced by: No I.D.]

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Criminal

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Eminem

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[Intro] A lot of people ask me stupid fuckin' questions A lot of people think that what I say on a record Or what I talk about on a record That I actually do in real life or that I believe in it Or if I say that I wanna kill somebody That I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it Well, shit, if you believe that, then I'll kill you You know why? 'Cause I'm a criminal! Criminal! You're goddamn right I'm a criminal! Yeah, I'm a criminal! [Verse 1] My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge That'll stab you in the head, whether you're a fag or lez Or a homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest Pants or dress, hate fags? The answer's yes Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic Starin' at my jeans, watchin' my genitals bulgin' (Ooh!) That's my motherfuckin' balls, you'd better let go of 'em They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of 'em! "Hey, it's me, Versace! Whoops, somebody shot me! And I was just checkin' the mail, get it? Checkin' the male?" How many records you expectin' to sell After your second LP sends you directly to jail? Come on, relax, guy! I like gay men Right, Ken? Give me an amen! (A-men!) "Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus Heal this child, help us destroy these demons Oh, and please send me a brand new car And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital" Preacher, preacher! Fifth grade teacher! You can't reach me, my mom can't neither You can't teach me a goddamn thing 'cause I watch TV and Comcast cable And you ain't able to stop these thoughts You can't stop me from toppin' these charts And you can't stop me from droppin' each March With a brand new CD for these fuckin' retards (Duh) And to think, it's just little ol' me Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave [Chorus] I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one [Verse 2] The mother did drugs, hard liquor, cigarettes and speed The baby came out, disfigured ligaments, indeed It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she Don't dare make fun of that baby, 'cause that baby was me I'm a criminal, an animal caged who turned crazed But how the fuck you supposed to grow up when you weren't raised? So as I got older and I got a lot taller My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger I drank more liquor to fuck you up quicker Than you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin' the word— My morals went *thhbbpp* when the president got oral Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk off of his own employee Now, don't ignore me, you won't avoid me You can't miss me: I'm white, blonde-haired, and my nose is pointy I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die In plane crashes and laughs as long as it ain't happenin' to him Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Em- -inem and Kim combined (The maniac's in) In place of the Doctor 'cause Dre couldn't make it today He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin' his place (Mm-mm-mmm!) Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place I told you, Dre, you should've kept that thang put away I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh? I'm a criminal! [Skit] MEL-MAN: Aight, look EMINEM: Uh-huh MEL-MAN: Just go up in that motherfucker, get the motherfuckin' money and get the fuck up outta there EMINEM: Aight MEL-MAN: I'll be right here waitin' on you EMINEM: Aight MEL-MAN: Yo, Em EMINEM: What?! MEL-MAN: Don't kill nobody this time EMINEM: Awwright… goddamn, this motherfucker gets on my fuckin' nerves! {*Whistling*} How you doin'? TELLER: Hi, how can I help you? EMINEM: Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal TELLER: Okay EMINEM: Put the fuckin' money in the bag, bitch, and I won't kill you! TELLER: What? Oh my God, don't kill me! EMINEM: I'm not gonna kill you, bitch, quit lookin' around TELLER: Don't kill me, I've got two kids at home don't kill me! EMINEM: I said I'm not gonna fuckin' kill you TELLER: Don't kill me! EMINEM: Hurry the fuck up! {*Gunshot*} Thank you! [Verse 3] Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it (Go, go, go!) So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it So I'll be disguised in it and if anybody identifies The guy in it, I hide for five minutes Come back, shoot the eyewitness Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business Die bitches, bastards, brats, pets This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nuts Tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck You motherfuckin' chickens ain't brave enough To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up To make you mad, so kiss my white naked ass And if it's not a rapper that I make it as I'ma be a fuckin' rapist in a Jason mask [Chorus] I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one [Chorus] I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one [Outro] (I am) I'm a criminal!

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Re:Definition

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Black Star

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[Chorus: Mos Def] One, two, three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, Y-O-yo! I said; one, two, three, Black Star shine eternally We came to rock it on to the tip-top And Hi-Tek make the beat drop, Y-O [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Redefinition, turnin' your play into a tragedy Exhibit level degree on the mic, passionately Niggas is sweet, so I bet if I bit, I'd get a cavity Livin' to get high, you ain't flyer than gravity We die hard like the battery Thrown in the back of me by the mad MC Who think imitation is the highest form of flattery Actually, don't be mad at me, I had to be the one to break it to you You get kicked into obscurity like judo — no, Menudo 'Cause you pseudo, tryin' to compete with reality like Xerox Towards destruction, you spiralin' like helix, wipe them teardrops Chasin' stars in your eyes, playin' games with your lives Now the wives is widows, soakin' up pillows, weepin' like willows Still more blacks is dyin', 'cause they live and they tryin' "How to Make a Slave" by Willie Lynch is still applyin' Regardless, Mos is one of my closest partners Rockin' ever since before Prince was called The Artist Rockin' before Funkmaster Flex was rockin' Starter When 'Pac and Biggie was still cool, before they was martyrs Life or death, if I'm choosin', with every breath I'm enhancin' Stop, there comes a time when you can't run [Verse 2: Mos Def] What? Lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a Phantom You'll talk about me to your grandsons Cats who claimin' they hard be mad fags So I run through 'em like flood water through sandbags Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have Sinkin' they ship like Moby Dick to Ahab Son, I'm way past the minimum, enterin' millennium My raps will hold a gat to your back like Palestinians Ancient Abyssinian, sure to hold the Gideon Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim Born inside the winter, when? Day after December 10 These simpletons — they mentionin' the synonym for feminine Sweeter than some cinnamon, the Danish rings by Entenmann's Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them (Gentlemen!) You got a tenement? Well, then assemble it! Leave your unit tremblin' like herds of movin' elephant Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element From Flatbush settlement, skin possesses melanin Hotter than tales of crack peddlin' Makin' 'em WOOP like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me The hot Apache red who burned down your chief teepee You see me? [Chorus: Mos Def] One, two, three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, Y-O-yo! I said; one, two, three, Black Star shine eternally! We came to rock it on to the tip-top Because we rulin' hip-hop Yes, we is rulin' hip-hop Talib Kweli is rulin' hip-hop Say we Black Star, we rule hip-hop-ah-ahh-ah-ahh-ahh Whoahhhh!

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Hip-Hop Saved My Life

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Lupe Fiasco

{"Nikki Jean"}

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Dedicate, dedicate This one right here goes out To my homie with the dream, nah mean? [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] He said, "I write what I see Write to make it right, don't like where I be I'd like to make it like the sights on TV Quite the great life, so nice and easy" Sí, now you can still die from that But it's better than not being alive from straps Agreed, a Mead notebook And a Bic that click when it's pushed And a wack-ass beat — That's a track that's weak That he got last week Cause everybody in the stu' was like, "That's that heat" A bass-heavy medley, with a sample from the 70s With a screwed-up hook that went "stack that cheese" Somethin'-somethin'-somethin'; "stack that cheese" Mother, sister, cousin; "stack that cheese" He couldn't think of nothin'; "stack that cheese" He turns down the beat, writer's block impedes Crying from the next room, a baby in need Of some Pampers and some food and place to sleep That, plus a black Cadillac on Ds Is what keep him on track to be a great MC [Hook: Nikki Jean] One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved me One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved my life [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Reps North-side, so he rocks them braids 1100 friends on his MySpace page "Stack That Cheese" got 700 plays Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay Open mic champ two weeks in a row Ex D-boy with a B-boy flow Glow like Leroy, you should see boy go Got a daddy serving life and a brother on the row Best homie in the grave, tatted up while in the cage Minute Maid got his momma working like a slave Down baby mama who he really had to honor ‘Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda To drive up to Dallas, went to open up for amateurs Let him keep a debit card so he could put gas in it Told her when he get on he gon' take her to the Galleria Buy her everything but the mannequins, ya dig? [Hook: Nikki Jean] One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved me One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved my life [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] His man called, said "Your time might be now They played your freestyle over 'Wipe Me Down' They played it two times, said it might be crowned As the best thing out the H-Town in a while" He picked up his son with a great big smile Rapped every single word to the newborn child Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen And put on another beat and got back to the mission of Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods Keep his lady looking good, have her rolling like she should Show his homies there's a way, other than that flippin' yay Bail his homie out of jail, put a lawyer on his case Throw a concert for the school, show the shorties that it's cool Throw some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool Man, it feels good when it happens like that Two days from going back to selling crack, yessir [Hook: Nikki Jean] One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved me One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved my life One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved me One you never heard of, I Push it harder, further, the Grind might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved my life [Outro: Nikki Jean] Hip-Hop, you saved my life Hip-Hop, you saved my life

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Seduction

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Eminem

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[Intro: Eminem & Sly Jordan] Like a verbal seduction when Seduction when I tell 'em girls on the floor I don't know, man (Geh-geh-geh) Just feels like we're a lot different (Right now) (Girls on the floor) It kinda feels like (Like a verbal seduction when) I'm on a whole different page right now than you (Girls on the floor) It feels strange, but umm (Girls on the floor) I guess it's kinda like, it's kinda like... [Verse 1: Eminem] I feel like I'm morphin' into somethin' that's so incredible That I'm dwarfin' all competitors Better get your girlfriend in check It's psychological warfare, endorphins I effect Your self-esteem shatters as dialect comes blastin' out your deck She loves me, such passion, you'd expect This sort of reaction from her, yet you strong-arm You're fuckin' corny, you try to turn your charm on 'Cause you just think you're Bishop the Don Juan But if you think that you're fuckin' with me, homie, you're on one I'm cockin' my head back like Ed Lover, "C'mon, son!" She's on my Johnson, she brings my name up constant Your boys are like, "She's fuckin' with dude, she wants some" Homeboy, you better get a clue She's on my dick 'cause I spit better than you What you expect her to do? How you expect her to act in the sack when she's closin' her eyes Fantasizin' of diggin' her nails in my back to this track? [Chorus: Eminem & Sly Jordan] Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do (It's like a verbal seduction when) 'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you (It's like a verbal seduction when) Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do 'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you (It's like a verbal seduction when) [Verse 2: Eminem] She's sittin' there gettin' liquored up at the bar She says it's quicker to count the things that ain't wrong with you Than to count the things that are There's a seven-disc CD changer in her car And I'm in every single slot, and you're not — aww! I'm the logo on that Dallas Cowboy helmet: a star And I'm not about to sit back And just keep rhymin' one syllable — naw! Switch it up and watch them haters not give it up 'Cause they're just not good enough, but I'm not givin' up 'Til I get my respect and I won't stop 'til I get enough 'Cause I'm not livin' up to my own expectations (Aww!) That hater alarm is soundin' off And Obama took the bomb from my name (Aww!) So quit cryin' that I took your dame, homie, she's my dame (Aww!) You sadly mistaken if you thinkin' that I'm not on my game, boy And things just ain't been the same since the day that I came forth You wear your heart on your sleeve, I sport that white tank, boy But you got a hard-on for me, what you hollerin' my name for? It's your bitch on my dick, ain't my dang fault, man, I can't call it [Chorus: Eminem & Sly Jordan] Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do (It's like a verbal seduction when) 'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you (It's like a verbal seduction when) Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do 'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you (It's like a verbal seduction when) [Verse 3: Eminem] It's like we're playin' lyrical tug of war with your ear You hear it, girl? Come here Put your ear up to the speaker, dear While I freak this world premiere Seducin' her, loosen up With a little freestyle that'll— wait, am I losin' ya? Am I makin' you look bad? Well, I got news for ya Homie, you losin' her Oh wait, she don't like when I spit it fast Am I tryin' to show how? Let me slow it down some It's still gonna be a blow-out You're gonna wanna throw out your whole album Rummage through the shit and try to salvage somethin' to see If you can save any of it, punk, but none of it's fuckin' with me Prick, you really feelin' that bullshit? You think you killin' them syllables? Quit Playin', these beats ain't nothin' to fool with They call me Fire Marshall: I shut the shit down Your entire arsenal is not enough to fuck with one round I am also the opposite of what you are like You're a microcosm of what the fuck I am on the mic I am awesome and you are just awe-struck She's love-stricken, she's got her jaw stuck From suckin' my dick... aw, fuck [Chorus: Eminem & Sly Jordan] Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do (It's like a verbal seduction when) 'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you (It's like a verbal seduction when) Seduction, seduce Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do 'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you (It's like a verbal seduction when)

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Must Be the Ganja

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Eminem

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[Intro] Yeah, ohh, yeah yeah, ohh I feel like dancing, I feel like dancing I smell something in the air that's making me (High) I said, I smell something in the air that's making me high [Verse 1] Okay, here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, fa-so-la-ti-da-so Lyrical Roscoe, kick back the Tabasco You motherfuckers must just not know the tick-tock, so Time to show you the most kick-ass flow in the cosmos Picasso with a pick-axe, a sick asshole Tic-tac-toe 'cross your six-pack with X-acto Knives, stranglin' wives with thick lasso Big bags of the grass, Zig-Zags, I'm with the Doc, so You know how that go, skull and the crossbones This is poison to boys and girls who do not know You do not wanna try this at home, my lil' vato This is neither the time nor the place to get macho So crack a six-pack, sit back with some nachos Maybe some popcorn and watch the show and just rock slow It's not what you expected, nor what you thought, so 'Bout time that you wake the fuck up, smell the pot smoke [Chorus] It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind I said it's the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind [Verse 2] Your dreams are gettin' fulfilled, ooh, I'm literally gettin' a chill Spittin' at will, me and Dre have just finished splittin' a pill You're submittin' to skill, sittin' still I'm admittin' I'm beginnin' to feel like I don't think anyone's real Faced with a dilemma: I can be Dalai Lama And be calm or bring drama, a step beyond of Jeffrey Dahmer Please don't upset me, mama, you're lookin' sexy, mama Don't know if it's the lala or the rum and Pepsi, mama Don't wanna end up inside my refrigerator freezer Be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza How many people you know who can name every serial Killer who ever existed in a row? Put 'em in chronological order, beginnin' with Jack the Ripper Name the time and place; from the body, the bag, the zipper Location of the woods, where the body was dragged and then dumped The trunk that they were stuffed in, the model, the make, the plate And which model, which lake they found her in, how they attacked the victim Say which murder weapon was used to do what in which one Which knife and which gun, what kid, what wife, and which nun Don't stop, I like this, it's fun, the fuckin' night's just begun [Chorus] It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind I said it's the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind [Verse 3] When I'm behind the mic, dynamite's what it's kinda like You're stuck with the same stick that you're tryna light Behind the board sits Dre, legends are made this way Isn't it safe to say this is the way it should be? Maybe you need some lyric syrup serum for your symptoms Here's a dosage of the antidote, now you give him some He can give her some, she can give them some Get behind a LinnDrum, make up a beat and cure the sucker syndrome The spinnin' drum when it comes to lyrics and pennin' some Startin' from scratch and then endin' up at the ending of Capable of winnin' a Pulitzer So unbelievable, it's a titanium cranium that's full of sur– –prises when the smoke rises right before your very own eyes You stare into your stereos (High) Good evening, this isn't even a weed thing I ain't even smoke anything, I ain't even drinking [Chorus] It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind

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[Intro] Yeah! Oh! Get up (Where my trash at?) I said, get up (You know what happens when I'm around, man) Woo! Let's go Better watch out now 'cause here we come And we ain't stoppin' until we see the morning sun So give us room to do our thing 'cause we ain't come to hurt no one So e'erybody come and get up on the floor now and grab someone [Verse 1] Man, first of all; I'm a boss, I just want to get that across Man, even my dentist hates when I floss Pull up to the club in a Pinto like it's a Porsche Garbage bag for one of the windows, spray-painted doors With the flames on 'em, Michigan plates, and my name's on 'em Baby, Shady's here, come and get him if you dames want him But he ain't stupid so quit tryna run them games on him He's immune to Cupid, why you tryna put your claims on him? 'Cause you won't do to me what you did to the last man Now climb in back, try not to kick over the gas can There's a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chance We have of just gettin' home, now can I get that lap dance? She's got a tattoo of me right above her ass, man In the streets of Warren, Michigan, we call 'em tramp stamps That means she belongs to me, time to put the damn clamps down And show this hussy who's the man now get amped, dance [Chorus] Now you can do this on your own But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone So get on the floor and grab somebody Ain't nothin' but a white trash party (White trash party) So let's have us a little bash And if anyone asks, it ain't no one but us trash You don't know, you better ask somebody 'Cause we're having a white trash party (White trash party) [Verse 2] Pull a fifth of Bacardi from out of my underwear And walk around the party without a care, like a body without a head Lookin' like a zombie from Night of the Living Dead And tomorrow, I'll probably still be too high to get out of bed 'Til I feel like I been hit with the sharp part of the hammer Mixin' Hennessy and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta (Woo) I shoot the gift like I'm hollerin' "Die Santa" Missed the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent bystanders (Yeah) So quit tryna play the wall like you Paul, and Get on the floor when the beat drops and stop stallin' They call me the Stephon Marbury of rap, darlin' 'Cause as soon as they throw on some R. Kelly, I start ballin' Makin' it rain for the ladies in the minis But I'm not throwin' ones, fives, tens, or even twenties I'm throwin' quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies up at skinnies Man, I do this for them bunnies up at Denny's, from the North, East, and West But when it comes to them trailers in them South parks Muffle it, 'cause, homie, that hood's tighter than Kenny's So, ladies, if your belly button's not an innie, then I'm outtie Now hop in my minivan, let's get rowdy Come on [Chorus] Now you can do this on your own But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone So get on the floor and grab somebody Ain't nothin' but a white trash party (White trash party) So let's have us a little bash And if anyone asks, it ain't no one but us trash You don't know, you better ask somebody 'Cause we're having a white trash party (White trash party) [Bridge] Now whether you're black, white, or purple, if you're misunderstood But you don't give a fuck, you ain't doin' shit that you should Long as you know you're up to evil and you're no damn good Get on the floor, man, and rep your hood [Verse 3] Now, honey, don't let them pricks trip, we should make a quick dip And go do some doughnuts in the hospital parking lot, 'cause, girl—I got a sick whip Kick the back window outta my Gremlin Put two milk crates in the trunk, rip out the stick shift And make a five-seater, I'll be damned if I feed a chick It ain't like me to split a piece of dry pita I be the S-L-to-the-I-M to the S-H-A-D-Y And I don't need a tank top to be a wife beater I'll rip a tree out the ground and flip it upside down 'Fore I turn over a new leaf, clown I'll tell you now, I'm so raw, I still need to unthaw You feel me, y'all? I shut the club down like Drake in the mall But baby, a body like that's against the law You the baddest little chain with the blades I ever saw Coleslaw containers, empty straw wrappers and all You got more junk in your trunk than I do in my car Now get up [Chorus] Now you can do this on your own But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone So get on the floor and grab somebody Ain't nothin' but a white trash party So let's have us a little bash And if anyone asks, it ain't no one but us trash You don't know, you better ask somebody 'Cause we're having a white trash party (White trash party)

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So Bad

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[Intro: Eminem] Yeah, haha You feel that, baby? Yeah, I feel it too, damn (I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad) You know, I'm so glad we could spend this time together (I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had) You see, I'm not as crazy as you thought I was, am I? ('Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again) [Verse 1: Eminem] I'm the American Dream I'm the definition of white trash ballin', I'm right back on 'em With a— err-chick-err, chicka-chick— I can't call it Same shit, different toilet, oh, you got a nice ass, darling Can't wait to get you into my Benz, take you for a spin What you mean we ain't fuckin'? You take me for a friend? Let me tell you the whole story of Shady's origin You'll be sorry if you slam my Mercedes door again Now, it all started with my father I must've got my pimpin' genes from him the way he left my momma I'm a rolling stone, just like him, word to Johnny Drama Keep my entourage with me, baby, I'll make a promise There ain't nobody as bomb as me, I'm as calm as The breeze, I'm the bee's knees, his legs, and his arms, I'm a Superstar, girl, I'm ready for you, Mama Why you think the only thing I got on is my pajamas? [Chorus: Eminem] I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again [Verse 2: Eminem] I'm equivalent to a shot of Cuervo, first, I'll kiss your navel Work my way down, baby, you can lay down on the table But you may wanna find somethin' more stable I told you I ain't foolin' from the gate, this ain't the first day of April But thank you for stayin', April, I'ma make you Learn to appreciate me, differentiate me From these phony, little fishy and sissy fake Gs Skip over the "huggy bear," and all the "kissy face," please Initiate phase three, missy, now service me Take another shot of Jäger, shake it so nervously Take your time, baby, ooh, you're the bomb, baby Ooh, you're doing that even better than your mom, lady I told you why I'm Shady, you didn't listen now, did ya? Relax, woman, you know that I'm only kiddin' wit' ya Got a twisted sense of humor, it's warped, but I didn't hit ya I think you're finally startin' to get the picture, I'm just– [Chorus: Eminem] I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again [Bridge: Eminem ,Sly Pyper & Both] (Err-chick-err-chick) Call me dynamite (Oh-oh-oh) (Chicka-chick-chick) Dynamite (Oh-oh-oh) (Chicka-chick-chick) Dynamite (Oh-woah-ooh-oh-woah), soul (Err-chick-err-chick) Call me dynamite (Oh-oh-oh) (Chicka-chick-chick) Dynamite (Oh-oh-oh) (Chicka-chick-chick) Dynamite (Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh), soul, oh (Err-chick-err-chick) I can hold you in the morning But in the evening, I gotta go (Err-chick-err-chick) 'Cause I'm on to the next girl And the next girl, I kinda like, oh, oh, oh [Verse 3: Eminem] I got you caught up in the rapture, make you recapture The feelings you had for your last boyfriend before he slapped ya You never wanted someone so bad, you're Sweatin', but if I'm what you wanted Why'd you panic when I grabbed ya? Girl, don't be so frantic, I'm just a hopeless romantic Don't try to fight the feeling of somethin' that's so organic You can't ignore it, so don't, just stand before it Just drop them panties to the floor, let's get to camcordin' Damn, shawty, I told you this was bound to happen Soon as you wrote your number on the napkin I was bound to work a number on your back And throw your spine out of alignment My love has got you so blind that You couldn't pick Amy Winehouse out of a line-up So stop at the store, pick a pint up Let's get the pineapple Schnapps going, no one will knock 'Cause I'ma hang a sign up saying "Don't Disturb" Shawty, I'm so superb I say the right things, don't I spit the dopest words? [Chorus: Eminem] I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again [Bridge: Eminem ,Sly Pyper & Both] (Err-chick-err-chick) Call me dynamite (Oh-oh-oh) (Chicka-chick-chick) Dynamite (Oh-oh-oh) (Chicka-chick-chick) Dynamite (Oh-woah-ooh-oh-woah), soul (Err-chick-err-chick) Call me dynamite (Oh-oh-oh) (Chicka-chick-chick) Dynamite (Oh-oh-oh) (Chicka-chick-chick) Dynamite (Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh), soul, oh (Err-chick-err-chick) I can hold you in the morning But in the evening, I gotta go (Err-chick-err-chick) 'Cause I'm on to the next girl And the next girl, I kinda like, oh, oh, oh [Chorus: Eminem] I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad (Aha) I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had 'Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again [Outro: Eminem] Dr. Dre 2010 Lightyears ahead of you (Haha) Woo!

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Space Bound

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[Verse 1: 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— [Chorus: Steve McEwan] 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 [Verse 2: Eminem] 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— [Chorus: Steve McEwan] 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 [Verse 3: Eminem] 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 [Bridge: Eminem] 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— [Chorus: Steve McEwan] 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

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25 to Life

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[Produced by DJ Khalil & Danny Keyz] [Chorus: Liz Rodrigues & Eminem] Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life Too late (Yeah, I can't keep chasing you I'm taking my life back) Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life [Verse 1: Eminem] I don't think she understands the sacrifices that I've made Maybe if this bitch had acted right I woulda stayed But I've already wasted over half my life, I woulda laid Down and died for you, I no longer cry for you, no more pain Bitch, you took me for granted Took my heart and ran it straight into the planet Into the dirt, I can no longer stand it Now my respect, I demand it I'ma take control of this relationship, command it And I'ma be the boss of you now, goddamn it And what I mean is that I will no longer let you control me So you better hear me out, this much you owe me I gave up my life for you, totally devoted to you I have stayed Faithful all the way, this is how I fuckin' get repaid? Look at how I dress, fuckin' baggy sweats, go to work a mess Always in a rush to get back to you, I ain't heard you yet Not even once say you appreciate me, I deserve respect I've done my best to give you nothin' less than perfectness And I know that if I end this I'll no longer have nothin' left But you keep treatin' me like a staircase: it's time to fuckin' step And I won't be comin' back, so don't hold your fuckin' breath You know what you've done, no need to go in-depth I told you you'd be sorry if I fuckin' left, I laughed while you wept How's it feel now? Yeah, funny, ain't it? You neglected me Did me a favor though, my spirit free you've set But a special place for you in my heart I have kept It's unfortunate, but it's— [Chorus: Liz Rodrigues & Eminem] Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life (Yeah, can't take no more) Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life [Verse 2: Eminem] I feel like when I bend over backwards for you, all you do is laugh 'Cause that ain't good enough You expect me to fold myself in half till I snap Don't think I'm loyal, all I do is rap How can I moonlight on the side? I have no life outside of that Don't I give you enough of my time? You don't think so, do you? Jealous when I spend time with the girls, why I'm married to you still? Man, I don't know, but tonight I'm serving you with papers I'm divorcing you – go marry someone else and make 'em famous! And take away their freedom like you did to me Treat 'em like you don't need 'em and they ain't worthy of you Feed 'em the same shit that you made me eat I'm moving on, forget you Oh, now I'm special? I ain't feel special when I was with you All I ever felt was this helplessness, imprisoned by a selfish bitch Chew me up and spit me out, I fell for this So many times it's ridiculous And still I stick with this, I'm sick of this But in my sickness and addiction, you're addictive as they get Evil as they come, vindictive as they make 'em My friends keep askin' me why I can't just walk away from I'm addicted to the pain, the stress, the drama, I'm drawn to Shit, I guess I'm a mess, cursed and blessed, but this time I Ain't changin' my mind, I'm climbin' out this abyss You're screamin' as I walk out that I'll be missed But when you spoke of people who meant the most to you, you left me off your list Fuck you, hip hop! I'm leavin' you, my life sentence is served, bitch And it's just— [Chorus: Liz Rodrigues & Eminem] Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life (I'm gone, man) Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life Too late Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life

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Superman

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Eminem

{"Dina Rae"}

[Intro: 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 [Refrain: Eminem (& Dina Rae)] '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 [Verse 1: Eminem] 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 [Pre-Chorus: Eminem] 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 [Chorus: Eminem] ‘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 [Verse 2: Eminem] 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 [Pre-Chorus: Eminem] 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 [Chorus: Eminem] ‘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 [Refrain: Eminem (& Dina Rae)] '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 [Verse 3: Eminem] 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 [Pre-Chorus: Eminem] 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 [Chorus: Eminem] ‘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 [Refrain: Eminem (& Dina Rae)] '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 [Chorus: Eminem] ‘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

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On Fire

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Eminem

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[Intro] (Haha, yeah, haha) You know, critics, man Critics never got nothin' nice to say, man You know, the one thing I notice about critics, man Is critics never ask me how my day went Well, I'ma tell 'em [Verse 1] Augh, yesterday my dog died I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow Said: "Next time you blog, try to spit a flow." You wanna criticize, dog? Try a little mo' I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the hole I'm fired up, so fire up the lighter and the dro Better hold on a little tighter, here I go Flows tighter, hot-headed as Ghost Rider Cold-hearted as Spider-Man throwing a spider in the snow So you better get lower than Flo Rida Inside of a lowrider with no tires, in a hole Why am I like this? Why is winter cold? Why is it when I talk I'm so biased to the hoes? Listen, dog, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it gets This isn't golf, this is a blistering assault Those are your wounds, this is the salt, so get lost Shit, dissin' me is just like pissin' off the Wizard of Oz Wrap a lizard in gauze Beat you in the jaws with it, grab the scissors and saws And cut out your livers, gizzards, and balls Throw you in the middle of the ocean in a blizzard with Jaws So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw Then describe how it tasted like dessert to us all Got the gall to make Chris piss in his drawers Tickle him, go to his grave, skip him, and visit his dog [Chorus] (You're on fire) That's how you know you're on a roll 'Cause when you're hot it's like you're burning up everyone else's cold (You're on fire) Man, I'm so fuckin' sick I got ambulances pullin' me over and shit (You're on fire) You need to stop, drop, and roll 'Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow (You're on fire) Yeah (You're on fire) Yuh [Verse 2] I just put a bullshit hook in between two long-ass verses If you mistook this for a song, look, this ain't a song It's a warning to Brooke Hogan and David Cook That the crook just took over, so book Run as fast as you can, stop writing and kill it I'm lightning in a skillet, you're a fuckin' flash in the pan I pop up, you bitches scatter like hot grease splashing a fan Mr. Mathers is the man, yeah, I'm pissed But I would rather take this energy and stash it in a can Come back and whip your ass with it again Saliva's like sulfuric acid in your hand It'll eat through anything, metal, the ass of Iron Man Turn him into plastic So for you to think that you could stand a fuckin' chance is asinine Yeah, ask Denaun, man Hit a blind man with a coloring book And told him color inside the lines or get hit with a flying crayon Fuck it, I ain't playin', pull up in a van And hop out on a homeless man holding a sign sayin' "Vietnam vet", I'm out my fuckin' mind, man Kick over the can, beat his ass, and leave him nine grand So if I seem a little mean to you This ain't savage, you ain't never seen a brute You wanna get graphic, we can go the scenic route You couldn't make a bulimic puke On a piece of fuckin' corn and peanut poop Sayin' you sick, quit playin', you prick, don't nobody care And why the fuck am I yellin' at air? I ain't even talkin' to no one, 'cause ain't nobody there And nobody will fuckin' test me 'Cause these hoes won't even dare I'm wasting punchlines, but I got so many to spare I just thought of another one that might go here Nah, don't waste it, save it, psycho—yeah Plus you got to rewrite those lines That you said about Michael's hair (Whoops!) [Chorus] (You're on fire) That's how you know you're on a roll 'Cause when you're hot it's like you're burning up everyone else's cold (You're on fire) Man, I'm so- I'm so hot My motherfuckin' firetruck's on fire, homie (You're on fire) You need to stop, drop, and roll 'Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow (You're on fire) Yeah Oh, shit (You're on fire)

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Baby

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Justin Bieber

{Ludacris}

[Produced by The-Dream and Tricky Stewart] [Intro: Justin Bieber] Oh, woah Oh, woah Oh, woah [Verse 1: Justin Bieber] 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 [Chorus: Justin Bieber] 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 [Verse 2: Justin Bieber] 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 [Chorus: Justin Bieber] 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 [Verse 3: Ludacris] (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' [Chorus: Justin Bieber] 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 [Outro: Justin Bieber] 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

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Whatz Ya Phone 

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2Pac

{"Danny Boy Steward"}

[Intro: 2Pac] What's your phone number? [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now, I could make miracles to tempos This instrumental's writin' for the nymphos: that's the intro Shook when you rush me, walked up and touched me Why? Do you wanna fuck me? Just ‘cause I'm paid in the worst way? True Lookin' kinda good in your birthday suit I wonder if you're wild and you act shy Do you like to be on top or the back side? Watch me while you lick your lips Shake your hips, goddamn, I love that shit Yo, let's stop fakin', be real now I got a room and a hard-on – still down? Met you standin' at a bar full of black dudes Said you wanna see my scars and my tattoos When we head for my hideout, act right Boss player when I ride out, that's right What's ya phone number? [Chorus: 2Pac & Danny Boy Steward] If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready Baby, let me give you a call How long will it take to break you off? If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready Baby, let me give you a call How long will it take to break you off? [Verse 2] Oh, shit, baby is a dime piece, more than just fine She's personally blessed from the gods If I seen her right now, she could get me hard Didn't wanna talk to me just to see my car Never had sex with a rich rap star 'Til I got her in the back of my homeboy's car Tell me, why do we live this way? Money over bitches, let me hear you say What's your phone number? Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone Time for your girlfriend to take you home I had fun, but baby, gotta leave me alone Picture in my rhyme, take time to rewind these, learning every words I say If you open your mind, bet in a minute you'll find It's time, let the Outlawz play What's ya phone number? [Chorus: 2Pac & Danny Boy Steward] If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready (What's ya phone number?) Baby, let me give you a call How long will it take to break you off? (What's ya phone number?) If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready (What's ya phone number?) Baby, let me give you a call How long will it take to break you off? [Skit: 2Pac & Girl] Hello? Hello? Who is this? Is this 2Pac? This is who? Is this 2Pac? Yeah, it's 2Pac, who dis? Hi, baby, how are you? I'm aight. What's up, baby? You don't recognize the voice? You recognize my voice, huh? Do you recognize my voice? Nah, I know you? Yeah, you know me I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talking Where I know you from? Where I know you from? You just know me, baby Where? Talk up, I can't barely hear you You know me from when we were, you know, intimate Oh, we... oh, we fucked? Oh, baby, did we ever Oh, tell me about it, baby I remember when I put that big dick in my hand And stroked it up and down Ooooh! Then I put it in my mouth You did? I sucked it Ooh, you did? Ooh, I did Shit! Sucked it and fucked it; put me in, you came Did I come? Ooh, baby; everywhere, everywhere You don't remember me yet? I'm starting to get a picture, why don't you help me out? What did I do to the pussy, baby? What a nigga do to the pussy? You rocked it Did I? Yeah, you did Did I give you some of that Thug Passion? Mmmm... Hehehe... ayy, so what you doing right now, though? Me and my finger are gettin' acquainted How many you got? I got ten, but only one is workin' Ah, well, can I come over there? If you want to Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit? Mmmm, you gonna rock it, baby? Hell yeah, I'm gonna rock it, baby Like you did before? No dizoubt. You gonna feel that Thug Passion for real Mmmm, baby I'm on my way though; I'm about to fly over there in a 500 It ain't gonna take but a minute Hey, light the candles Get the baby oil out and turn all the lights out Drink a little bit of that shit I'm on my way, baby, I'm gonna knock that pussy into next week Knock it out, baby, knock it out I'm finna knock the taste out your mouth, girl I'm gonna put your legs on your head I'ma tie you up, blindfold you And we gon' play which hole feel the best, hahaha You know which hole feel the best Yeah, we finna see tonight, though I'm gonna make you remember me Oh, yeah? Yeah Oh yeah, you got my dick hard I mean, I can't, I can't find the steering shift You got me so fucked up; I'm playing with myself and shit Baby, can I shift your gear? Yeah, you can shift all that shit baby, for real Can I shift it from the back? Hahaha, do a bear shit in the woods And wipe his ass with a fucking white rabbit? Can I shift it in the front? Hell yeah... ayy, you know what I wanna do though? What you wanna do? I wanna fuck you on the balcony While you lookin' out over LA, ya know what I mean? Just poundin' that shit from the back 'Cause a motherfucker hop that shit Like I got hydraulics fixed in me, you feel me? I be hittin' switches, baby Ooh, I feel you, yes Hehehe... hey, I'm finna come over there Just wait for me, sweetheart, I'm on my way right now I'll see you later, baby, bye Bye, boo Haha, yeah, I'm finna get some pussy, nigga Heh, get some pussy, hahahaha What's ya phone number?

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Dear Mama

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2Pac

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[Intro] You are appreciated [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus: Reggie Green & Sweet Franklin, 2Pac] 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? [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus: Reggie Green & Sweet Franklin, 2Pac] 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? [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus: Reggie Green & Sweet Franklin, 2Pac] 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

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All I Need Remix

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Method Man

{"Mary J. Blige"}

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Notorious B.I.G.] You're all, I need Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fucking die together To get by You're all, I need Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fucking die together To get by [Verse 1: Method Man] Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me Nothing make a man feel better than a woman Queen with a crown that be down for whatever There are few things that's forever, my lady We can make war or make babies Back when I was nothing You made a brother feel like he was something That's why I'm with you to this day boo, no fronting Even when the skies were gray You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby it'll be okay" Now that's real to a brother like me, baby Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live In a fat-ass crib with thousands of kids Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we be Living in the effin' lap of luxury I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk with me But you did, now I'm going all out kid And I got mad love to give, you my nigga [Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Notorious B.I.G.] You're all, I need To get by You're all, I need Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fucking die together To get by [Interlude: Mary J. Blige] Like sweet morning dew I took one look at you And it was plain to see You were my destiny With you I'll spend my time I'll dedicate my life, I'll sacrifice for you Dedicate my life to you [Verse 2: Method Man] I got a Love Jones for your body and your skin tone Five minutes alone, I'm already on the bone Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home Even if I'm locked up North you in the world Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showing your stuff off, boo It be true me for you, that's how it is I be your Noah, you be my Wiz I'm your mister, you my misses with hugs and kisses Valentine cards and birthday wishes, please We on another level of planning, of understanding The bond between man and woman, and child The highest elevation 'cause we above All that romance crap, just show your love [Chorus: Mary J. Blige and Notorious B.I.G.] You're all, I need Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fucking die together To get by You're all, I need Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fucking die together To get by [Outro: Method Man and Mary J. Blige] I'm sick of police Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the, Tical Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical Mary J. raw, and Meth-Tical Like sweet morning dew Yeah yeah I took one look at you Cootie in the chair, Tical And it was plain to see Cheeba cheeba y'all You were my destiny, baby Cheeba cheeba y'all Cheeba cheeba y'all, bring it on, yeah What's that shit that they be smoking No romance without finance for now Baby, please, '95 Ticallion Stallion, ha ha, ha ha Man woman and child, yeah

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Cinderella Man

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Eminem

{Kobe}

[Intro: Eminem & Kobe] Yeah, you know, technically I'm not even really supposed to be here right now So fuck it, might as well make the most of it (Amen) Yeah! Ha-ha (Amen) Feels good (Amen) Woo! (Amen) Guess I'm lucky (Amen) Some of us don't get a second chance (Amen) But I ain't blowin' this one (Amen) Nah, man, ha-ha (Amen) Shit, I feel like I can do anything now [Verse 1: Eminem & Kobe] Who can catch lightning in a bottle, set fire to water Comin' out the nozzle on a fire hose, flyer than swatters? Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Smash an hourglass, grab the sand, take his hands and cup 'em Spit a rhyme to freeze a clock, take the hands of time and cuff 'em Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man There's a storm comin' that the weatherman couldn't predict I start to bug, prick, you better flee, 'cause I get ticked It's a wrap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked I got up, I'm back to punch you to the ground, you're tricked It's a trap, fuck my last CD, the shit's in my trash I'll be goddamned if another rapper gets in my ass I hit the gas and I spit every rap as if it's my last You can die in the blink of an eye, so bat your eyelashes And keep winkin' and blowin' kisses 'cause you're flirtin' with death I'm destroyin' your livelihood, I ain't just hurtin' your rep I catch a flow and get goin', no remorse I'm showin', ain't slowin' For no one, knowin' there's nothin' you can do about it Zero in on my target like a marksman, the target is you I shut your lane down, took your spot, parked in it too Arsenic flow, lighter fluid, saliva—what can you do? Go get your crew to hype you up, stand behind you like, "Woo!" That boy's hot enough to melt Hell, burn Satan too Fry his ass and put his ashes back together with glue So you can hate him, he don't blame you, frankly, he would too This game could ill afford to lose him, how 'bout you? [Pre-Chorus: Eminem & Kobe] Now guess who? (Hey) Here's a clue (Hey) He came to the ball in his wife beater, lost his Nike shoe It's in your ass (Hey), he's in your ass, he's all up in your psyche too (Hey) Now (Hey) what's his name? [Chorus: Kobe] Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man (Hey) Cinderella, Cinderella Man (Hey) Cinderella Man (Hey, hey) If I had a time machine I'd be Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Music is my time machine So call me Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man [Verse 2: Eminem & Kobe] Fuck catchin' lightning, he struck it, screamed, "Shut up!" at thunder Then flipped the world upside down and made it rain upward Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Rewound the future to the present, paused it, don't ask how Fuck the past, motherfucker, he's the shit right now, he's Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella man, Cinderfella Shady Dane, came To wrap the game up in cellophane, raise hell, from Hell he came But didn't come to bore you with the Cinderella story Nor did he come to do the same old can't afford to be A lame-o in this day and age and at this stage of the game Mediocrity can no longer be allowed to fly, so say bye To the old, H-I to the new, que será Consider it his last hurrah, the coup de grâce, raise 'em high In the sky, keep 'em up, time to bring the place alive Thanks for bein' patient, I won't make no more mistakes, shit, my Potato's baked, homie, the veggies on my plate can fly My filet is smokin' weed—yeah, faggot, the stakes are high Shit, I ain't even s'posed to be here by the grace of God The skin on my teeth and a hair on my nuts, I skated by Now y'all are on thin ice with ankle weights, I'd hate to lie How fuckin' irritated are you? How much in your face am I? And ain't shit you can do but fear it, Proof is here in spirit And I'm his spittin' image, I mirror it when I stand near it Your pussy lyric, I "cunt" hear it Who forms pyramids and raps circles around square lyricists? [Pre-Chorus: Eminem & Kobe] Who? (Hey) Here's a clue (Hey) He came to the ball in his wife beater, lost his Nike shoe It's in your ass (Hey), he's in your ass, he's all up in your psyche too (Hey) Now (Hey) what's his name? [Chorus: Kobe] Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man (Hey) Cinderella, Cinderella Man (Hey) Cinderella Man (Hey, hey) If I had a time machine I'd be Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Music is my time machine So call me Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man

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Damn

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YoungBloodZ

{"Lil Jon",YoungBlood​Z}

[Verse 1: Sean Paul] They calling me to come back to the streets Sean P., aka "A Sharp Crease" Said it was necessary, these sucka niggas out here very scary They cuffing hoes, they living in the month of February OK then, put a sissy nigga on display then Kick in your door and have my folks bring them K's in I'm still Attic A-double T-I-C It ain't a hoe out there, for real, who don't know bout me Bitch I'm for sure with it Don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac Bitch I will go get it And I ain't selfish, I will let you and your ho feel it Won't catch me sipping on no Cris and got a cold belly It's Youngbloodz A-Town malt liquor sipping Coming straight from the gutter Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave them under a cover Lil John he drop the beat that make you bounce like rubber Sean Paul he tote the heat to make you mug then slug ya, yeah [Chorus: Sean Paul & Lil' Jon] If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (Hey!) If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (Hey!) If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (Hey!) If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (Hey!) (Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit! Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit! Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit! Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit!) [Verse 2: J-Bo] I post up get to it, drink hand in hand They call me Mr. Herringbone cause that's my right hand man Old-school straight foolish like no other indeed With Lil Jon, it's YoungbloodZ, they crunk as can be Attic Crew 105 that's if you looking to rumble Cock back bust aim now I done got your number In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder Cause in the Dirty we them boys that drank you under the table Where them niggas pimp hoes in fly suits and gators In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call Just dial 1-800-430 slash ALCOHOL And dog I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut them down And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool In the cut bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do [Chorus: Sean Paul & Lil' Jon] If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (Hey!) If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (Hey!) If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (Hey!) If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (Hey!) (Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit! Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit! Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit! Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit!) [Verse 3: Sean Paul] Out of town hard heads get Swiss cheesed up And you gonna need more than stitches to patch that leak up Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up With the plush leather guts steady gripping the butt Oh you for sure with it, then pull your pistol Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it Talking big-boy shit Mean mugging like a motherfucker, my hand on my dick [Verse 4: J-Bo] Cause off the rip we keep it jumping like it ain't nothing new We started off with Shake Em Off so look partner, oh guess who? It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85 And hit you with that U-Way so look here don't be surprised We bucking, blowing, chilling and sipping on something good I'm peeping out the scenery, wishing a nigga would In case it just might pop off I'm ready to lock and load To take you through the South to show you how we throw them bows [Chorus: Sean Paul & Lil' Jon] If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (Hey!) If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (Hey!) If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (Hey!) If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (Hey!) (Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit! Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit! Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit! Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit!) If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (Hey!) If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (Hey!) If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (Hey!) If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (Hey!) (Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit! Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit! Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit! Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit!)

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Whoa

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Black Rob

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[Intro] I'm getting ready to put y'all up on something, man Yo, when you see something ill, know what I mean? That shit is whoa, anything ill you see is whoa Nigga, have a big 6 at the curb, that's whoa Especially if he got the fully equipped kit on it, it's whoa Like you know what I mean? Like, yo [Verse 1] I had this bad bitch Uptown, she was whoa Had me fucked up in the head, I mean whoa Bought the bitch diamonds and pearls, I mean whoa Shoulda seen them shits shining on her wrist, whoa Now money ain't a problem, see my dough is like whoa Pulled out my bankroll on y'all niggas like whoa Floss the blue shrimp from two-tenth like whoa Faggot wanna peep my blueprints, I'm like whoa Had to hit the brakes on y'all niggas like whoa Niggas getting pulled on my block like whoa Coming home within a half an hour like whoa Fronting like they had the manpower like whoa More or less, Moreso [Chorus] I'll rip your torso, I live the fast life Come through in the Porsche slow like whoa My niggas, like dough, light 'dro Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like whoa [Verse 2] Ease pain with cocaine like whoa Now I'm Doc Strange in the Range like whoa Hundred miles an hour, switching lanes like whoa Plus I'm getting brain from this chick like whoa Finger near a nigga asshole like whoa Scene floss riches and bitches like whoa 99 Jag Benz Coupe like whoa Keep them cheese lines on your blocks like whoa Grenade through your window bitch, like whoa Love to see me do this shit, like whoa Niggas put me through this shit, like whoa So I'mma go toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow like whoa [Chorus] I'll rip your torso, I live the fast life Come through in the Porsche slow like whoa My niggas, like dough, light 'dro Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like whoa [Verse 3] We bag it, then flip it like whoa Cars we jack it then strip it like whoa Fully equip it, front to back, like whoa Spitting on fiends that come for crack like whoa Asking for shorts and shit, nigga like whoa Half on his crunk, now nigga, that's whoa Flow so properly you'll see I'm whoa Ain't no stopping me, I'm deep like whoa Guns be popping, B, we creep like whoa Hear my name in these streets, it's like whoa Must I pound the concrete like whoa Fill his bitch ass, head to feet like whoa Your man ain't whoa, the judge ain't whoa C.O's ain't whoa, P.O's ain't whoa Play y'all self, I get the G.I. Joe D-I-C, K riders ain't whoa [Chorus] I'll rip your torso, I live the fast life Come through in the Porsche slow like whoa My niggas, like dough, light 'dro Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like whoa [Verse 4] Niggas getting money in VA is whoa Honies looking right in ATL is whoa Niggas pimping hoes in Chi-Town is whoa Bitches taking paper in L.A. is whoa Niggas stacking dough in D.C. is whoa P.R. D.R. hold me down like whoa Ballers in Detroit hold me down like whoa Niggas in New Orleans getting money is whoa Boston and Jersey, mothafuckas is whoa Florida niggas and Philly niggas is whoa Tampa and Texas, Cleveland is whoa Memphis and Lil' Rock, my niggas is whoa Panama niggas they hold me down like whoa My New York peoples they hold me down like whoa Bad Boy nigga, word is bond, we whoa Alumni bitches, word is bond, we whoa N.C, S.C., mothafuckas is whoa My nigga Buckwild, word is bond he whoa [Outro] And that's just how the story go And whoever I forgot on this shit is, whoa 8th Street, Life Story, Petey P, that nigga The beat I got from big Buckwild is whoa That nigga Black Rob on the mic is whoa My whole fucking flow on the mic is whoa

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Rap City Freestyle

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Cam'ron

{"Cam\\'ron","Juelz Santana","Big Tigger"}

[Intro - Big Tigga] It's going down! Rap City the Basement, Aphrodita Juelz! Twin! Cam's definitely in the building BET, Rap City, Big Tigga Putting it down with Juelz and Cam, my _____ Fill in the blank, your ass might get spanked, you dig? We doing it way big, so come on Let it rock now! Hey, this album, from me to you Any freestyle in the Basement I'mma see it through Watch your back in the streets, the one that stab You might even be your crew, Me and Cam You know how we do. Harlem/Bx representers, Big Tig born In the month of December. My man Juelz is the Dipset representer. Who's going next? Cam? Or Juelz? [Juelz Santana] Juelz Santana, August 19th, from me to you: Yo, I'm still popping the Ruger, duke Still hop in the newest coupe Still got me a hootie-hoo, still got me From Rucka, too. And she will swallow a hoola-hoop Ask around: she will swallow the Juicy Fruit They can't tell em cats how them bullets Propelling fast, leave your head and melon smashed Hella fast in a yellow cab Uh, comes to doing this, yeah you so great When it comes to doing shh Okay, you spit, you've got the flu: you sick Homeboy, I'm rich! I got the coupe from this I got the car, the crib, I got the roof from this Plus I got your girl thinking I'm the cutest Dip That'll hurt your heart, but I'm working hard Y'all some hating chumps, back to making bucks Boy, I'm so used to dishing the bird out I bought a crib in the tree so I could live in the birdhouse Dipset, boy, you know what them birds bout Gun in each hand, so you know when them birds out My man Black is the utmost nutso British is dumb known for letting his gun go! My man James keep the Glock on pop-o Soon as I say "get em!" he says "Tato, Tato" He comes through with his Spanish team 2 Hummers: tan and green 1 coupe: a tangerine Lamborghin' God damn it's mean, god damn the team Look at his wheels: god damn the feet God damn it, he keep on stuntin' God damn, is he gon' keep on stuntin'? Oh yes I am buzzin', oh yes I am buggin' Oh yes I am dumpin' on any man frontin' Oh yes I am, cousin I don't play that, I "OKAY" that I bring the K back, spray that and shoot you down! Til you move around, lose a pound, who's it now? Lose it now, Ruger down, chump: we'll shoot you down [Cam'ron] Everybody out at the Rock the Mic tour We back in the kitchen, rocking the white raw You copping your pipe for, locking your nice doors We pop up in like 4 with chickens that like raw They clickin', they like raw! They fixin' to fight for Me: look at my ice, for sure, your sight's sore We all wearing links as I prepare a drink Glare and think how I got the whole New York wearing pink Girls, they stare and wink, how I flare the mink Pop the top, pop the throttle, cock a Glock Pop a bottle, see "Paid in Full" now I'm up in Blockbuster And I'm paid in full: still on the block, buster Not for rock, rucker, '01 ride-wrecker Shogun, show guns, blow one, you not Gutter! Little inside joke for you cocksuckers My block, sucker? Popcorn and hot butter Like its the movie theater, but its the Uzi area Hootie-hoo for hootie-hoo, produce hysteria And me, I ain't no coattail snitch I did the Motel 6 with them wholesale bricks

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Going Through Changes

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Eminem

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[Chorus: Ozzy Osbourne] I'm going through changes I'm going through changes [Verse 1: Eminem] Lately, I really Feel like I'm rollin' for delf like Philly Feel like I'm losin' control of myself, I sincerely Apologize if all that I sound like Is I'm complainin' but life keeps on complicatin', and I'm debatin' on leavin' this world this evenin' Even my girls can see I'm grievin', I try and hide it But I can't, why do I act like I'm all high and mighty When inside I'm dyin'? I am finally realizin' I need Help, can't do it myself, too weak Two weeks, I've been havin' ups and downs Goin' through peaks and valleys Dilly-dallyin' 'round with the idea Of endin' this shit right here, I'm hatin' my reflection I walk around the house tryna fight mirrors I can't stand what I look like, yeah I look fat, but what do I care? I give a fuck Only thing I fear's Hailie I'm afraid if I close my eyes That I might see her... Shit [Chorus: Ozzy Osbourne] I'm going through changes I'm going through changes [Verse 2: Eminem] I lock myself in the bedroom, bathroom, nappin' at noon Yeah, Dad's in a bad mood, he's always snappin' at you Marshall, what happened that you can't stop with these pills? And you've fallen off with your skills and your own fans are laughin' at you It become a problem you're too pussy to tackle? Get up Be a man, stand, a real man woulda had this shit handled Know you just had your heart ripped out and crushed They say Proof just flipped out, homie just whipped out and bust Nah, it ain't like Doody to do that, he wouldn't fuckin' Shoot at nobody, he'd fight first, but dwellin' On it only makes the night worse, now I'm poppin' Vics, Percs And Methadone pills, "Yeah, Em, tight verse You killed it!" Fuckin' drug dealers hang around me like yes men And they gon' do whatever I says when I says it It's in their best interest to protect their investment And I just lost my fuckin' best friend, so fuck it, I guess then— [Chorus: Eminem & Ozzy Osbourne] (I'm going through changes) Don’t know what I’m gonna do (I'm going through changes) But I just keep on going through changes [Verse 3: Eminem & Hailie Jade] My friends can't understand this new me, that's understandable Man, but think how bananas you'd be, you'd be an animal too If you were trapped in this fame and caged in it like a zoo And everybody's lookin' at you, what you want me to do? I'm startin' to live like a recluse And the truth is, fame's startin' to give me an excuse To be at an all-time low; I sit alone in my home theater Watchin' the same damn DVD of the First tour; the last tour, he was still alive And it hurts so I fast forward, sleeping pills'll make me feel alright And if I'm still awake in the middle of the night I'll just take a couple more, yeah, you're motherfuckin' right I ain't slowin' down for no one, I am almost homeward bound Almost in a coma, yeah homie, come on, dole 'em out! "Daddy, don't you die on me! Daddy, better hold your ground!" Fuck, don't I know the sound of that voice? Yeah, baby, hold me down (Daddy!) [Chorus: Eminem, Ozzy Osbourne & Hailie Jade] (I'm going through changes) (Daddy!) Don’t know what I’m gonna do (I'm going through changes) But I just keep on going through changes [Verse 4: Eminem] Wake up in the hospital, full of tubes But somehow I'm pullin' through Swear when I come back I'ma be bulletproof I'ma do it just for Proof, I think I should state a few Facts, 'cause I may not get a chance again to say the truth Shit, it just hit me that what if I would not've made it through? I think about the things I would'a never got to say to you I'd never get to make it right, so here's what I came to do Hailie, this one is for you, Whitney and Alaina too I still love your mother, that'll never change Think about her every day We just could never get it together, hey Wish there was a better way for me to say it But I swear on everything, I'd do anything for her on any day There are just too many things to explain When it rains, guess it pours — yes, it does Wish there wasn't any pain, but I can't pretend there ain't I ain't placin' any blame I ain't pointin' fingers, Heaven knows I've never been a saint I know that it feels like we just pissed away our history And just today I looked at your picture, almost if to say I miss you subconsciously, wish it didn't end this way But I just had to get away, don't know why, I don't know what else to say I guess I'm— [Chorus: Eminem & Ozzy Osbourne] (I'm going through changes) Don’t know what I’m gonna do (I'm going through changes) But I just keep on going through changes

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Untitled

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Eminem

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[Intro: Eminem & Lesley Gore] You don't own me Nah, man—not quite finished yet I'm not just one of your many toys Ha-ha, woo! [Verse 1: Eminem & Lesley Gore] Girl, I think you just might've tried to pull a motherfuckin' fast one, I'm mad You just hurt my goddamn feeling and that was the last one I had Does this look like an arcade? Tryna play games? See this saw blade? See this silhouette of a stalker in your walkway? Better cooperate Or get sauteed and rotisseried while you're hog-tied MC's get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a Mogwai 'Cause it will turn into a Gremlin and run over kids, women, and men Vrinn-vrinn!—Motor so big, you can fit a midget in his engine Bitch, give me them digits, why you cringin'? Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin Will I spend-spend even ten cents on you, since when Do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny? Shit, if I think a penny's pretty Just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me; Eenie-meenie-miney-mo Catch an Eskimo by his toe while he's tryna roll a snowball (You don't own me) But don't make him lose his cool, if he hollers, better let him go, y'all (I'm not just one of your many toys) 'Cause [Chorus: Eminem & Lesley Gore] You don't own me Now here we go, go, go [Verse 2: Eminem] Get up, baby, get a move on like a U-Haul, you can rack your brain Like pool balls; you won't ever think of this shit—yeah, honey, you called? Well, here I come, Havoc on the beat, I wreak it; Evil—I see Hear, and speak it—Lady, put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shit Put your eggs in the same basket, you can count every motherfuckin' Chicken 'fore it hatches 'cause you can bet your ass that we gonna get it crackin' Like the Kraken and Titans when they're clashin', get your brains bashed in So bad, you will have Kurt Cobain askin' to autograph a bloodstained napkin Unfashionable, and 'bout as rational as a rash on a fag's asshole Now let's take that line, run it up the flagpole With Elton, see if he's cool with it, don't stand there and look stupid At me, bitch, I ain't in the mood for this shit, get my dick, Google it 'Til it pops up! Y'all are so motherfuckin' full of shit that you're stopped up Me, I'm always shittin' diarrhea of the mouth 'til your speakers crap out (*fart*) Huh, what? Girl, you got a hot butt like a lit cigarette (Chig-chigga-ret-ret) But you won't get a hot fudge sundae from me so do not strut My way, slut, because— [Chorus: Eminem & Lesley Gore] You don't own me Now here we go, go, go [Verse 3: Eminem] And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar I'ma show you why I came, so you stop askin' me, "What the fuck for?" Now look you little slut, cunt, whore, I know you want more Bitch, it's time to put the math back into Mathers 'cause I'm a fuckin' problem—run, boy! Every flow, got it mastered so every last word that you fuckin' fags heard Comes straight from the fish's ass, yeah, in other words, I'm a bass-turd Lookin' at me like I killed Kenny, gas in the tank—yeah, still plenty No morals are instilled in me, so remorse, I really don't feel any Eat your heart out, Hannibal, understandable why you're jealous Fuck an animal, I got cannibal magnetism, can't resist him now—can you, ho? “Shady, I don't understand your flow” — Understand my flow? Bitch, I flow Like Troy Polamalu's hair, boy, don't you dare try to follow or compare, boy I'm raw, you ain't even medium-rare, stay the fuck outta my hair, boy You can look, you can stare, and point, but you can't touch, I'm too clairvoyant I don't get it, man, is there a void? All this weak shit, what am I, steroids? Well, bitch, I'm back with some shit for that ass and your trunk, elephant hemorrhoids And remember, boys— [Chorus: Eminem & Lesley Gore] You don't own me Now here we go, go, go [Outro: Eminem] Thank you for coming out I hope you enjoyed the show 'Til next time (Ha-ha) Peace (Peace, peace)

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Find Your Love

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Drake

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[Verse 1] I'm more than just an option (Hey, hey, hey) Refuse to be forgotten (Hey, hey, hey) I took a chance with my heart (Hey, hey, hey) And I feel it taking over [Chorus] I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart [Verse 2] I'm more than just a number (Hey, hey, hey) I doubt you'll find another (Hey, hey, hey) So every single summer (Hey, hey, hey) I'll be the one that you'll remember and— [Chorus] I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart [Verse 3] It's more than just a mission (Hey, hey, hey) You hear, but you don't listen (Hey, hey, hey) You better pay attention (Hey, hey, hey) And get what you've been missing [Chorus] I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving, I better find your heart I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart [Bridge] Too many times I've been wrong I guess being right takes too long I'm done waiting, there's nothing left to do But give all I have to you and [Chorus] I better find your loving, I better find your heart I better find your loving I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart

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Youre Never Over

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Eminem

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[Chorus] The days are cold, livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growin' older I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you You may be gone, but you're never over [Verse 1] If Proof could see me now, I know he'd be proud Somewhere in me deep down, there's something in me he found That made him believe in me, now no one can beat me now You try, it'll be them doors on Dre's Phantom, believe me, clowns That means "suicide," homie, you'll never throw me Off of this course, blow me! Bitch, I do this all for the sport only But I want it all, I'm not just talkin' awards, homie And the ball's in my court and it's lonely On top of the world, when you're the only one With the balls in your shorts To leave their jaws on the floors with no remorse 'Member that when they get to doggin' you boy, homie So y'all can just get to bloggin' about bologna I'm not gonna stop, the saga continues, no stoppin' the force, Obi I'm moppin' the floors with 'em, I keep tryna pass it, but they keep on Droppin' the torch and it won't be long 'til this sport is O-V- -E-R, just Blaze and me, we are knockin' on doors and no, we Ain't pumpkins on Halloween, but we'll show up on your porch, so be Careful what you say, there ain't no punks over here, so follow me Through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P, let me guide you through the smoke, G If only I wasn't travelin' down this road by my lonely No one who knew me like you will ever know me I don't think you understand how much you meant to me [Chorus] The days are cold, livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growin' older I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you You may be gone, but you're never over [Post-Chorus] And it don't stop, oh-oh And it don't quit, oh-oh And it don't stop, oh-oh And it don't quit, oh-oh And I miss you, oh-oh I just miss you, oh-oh I just miss you, oh-oh Homie, I'll never forget you, no [Verse 2] For you I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick it'll blow up the mic, it'll put the "dyna" in "mite" Yeah, it'll make the dopest MC wanna jump off a bridge and shit himself Tap dancin' all over the beat, it'll jump off the page and spit itself Guess that the best thing I can do right now, Doody, for you is to rep So I'm gonna fuck 'til I die, yeah, I'ma do it to death And instead of mournin' your death, I'd rather celebrate your life Elevate to new heights, step on the gas and accelerate, I'ma need two mics 'Cause the way that I'm feelin' tonight, everything I can just do right There's nothin' that I can do wrong, I'm too strong and I'm just too hype Just finish the rhyme and I bust it, excuse the corny metaphor But they'll never catch up to all this energy that I've mustered So God, just help me out while I fight through this grievin' process Tryna process this loss is makin' me nauseous But this depression ain't takin' me hostage, I've been patiently watchin' This game, pacin' these hallways, you had faith in me always Proof, you knew I'd come out of this slump, rise from these ashes Come right back on their asses and go Mike Tyson on these bastards And I'ma show 'em, blow 'em out the water, slaughter 'em, homes I'ma own so many belts, only place they can hit me is below 'em Homie, I know I'm never gonna be the same without you I never woulda came in this game, I'm goin' insane without you Matter fact, it was just the other night had another dream about you You told me to get up, I got up, I spread my wings and I flew You gave me a reason to fight, I was on my way to see you You told me, "Naw, Doody, you're not!"; layin' on that table, I knew I was gonna make it; soon as you said, "Think of Hailie" I knew There wasn't no way that I was ever gonna leave them babies; and Proof Not many are lucky enough to have a guardian angel like you Lord, I'm so thankful, please don't think that I don't feel grateful, I do Just grant me the strength that I need for one more day to get through So, homie, this is your song, I dedicate this to you I love you, Doody [Chorus] The days are cold, livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growin' older I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you You may be gone, but you're never over [Post-Chorus] And it don't stop, oh-oh And it don't quit, oh-oh And it don't stop, oh-oh And it don't quit, oh-oh And I miss you, oh-oh I just miss you, oh-oh I just miss you, oh-oh Homie, I'll never forget you, no

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