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Post ur favorite lyrics here, while playin: Started by: RollinBlade on Jun 08, '14 02:21

"Killing In The Name"

 

Killing in the name of!
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Huh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya 
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Uggh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control (7 times)
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya!

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Come on!

Yeah! Come on!

Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Motherfucker!
Uggh!
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Put Yo Hood Up Remix (Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz feat. Jadakiss, Petey Pablo, Chyna Whyte & Roy Jones)

Yeah this Roy Jones Jr.
Pound for pound the baddest thing throwin' down
The undisputed light heavyweight champion of the world
We about to knock niggas heads off with this put yo hood up remix
Lil' Jone and the East Side Boyz
Jadakiss, Petey Pablo, Chyna Whyte
Represent y'all in the hood tonight
Yeah, yeah, uh uh

[Hook]
Put yo hood up
Put yo hood up
Put yo hood up
Put yo hood up
Put yo click up
Put yo click up
Put yo click up
Put yo click up
Represent yo shit motherfucker
Represent yo shit motherfucker
Represent yo click motherfucker
Represent yo click motherfucker

[Verse 1 - Jadakiss]
I hold a 44 from the side angle
Gunshots below the waist'll make ya thigh dangle
Uh you know Kiss, all I do is puff hem all day
Gettin' money in the Bluff or on MLK
Since they brough gold back
I bought me a gold mack
To explode I leave ya back on Old National
I'm in a gentlemen's club with gentlemen thugs
But they call my hood pool dog cause we swimmin' in drugs
Get high, get drunk, and we get shit crunk
Violate you might die or just get jumped
Jadakiss, Lil' Jon and them Eastside Boyz
D-Block, every nigga got at least five toys
Double R till they put me in the ground
And I come back as a bullet, nigga put me in the pound
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared
What up niggas the remix, put yo hood up niggas

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Petey Pablo]
It's the dirty boy's home town, yeah bitch I'm on now
Act any motherfuckin' way I want cause shit I'm in my own house
Music - extra, extra loud
Shorties - extra, extra out
My flows - four mics, get The Source bitch and check it out
I came to knock this bastard down
Juic - ya bleedin' now
You be it - the Petey style
Why - hit the curb man I got 'em
With the open mouth
All I hear is oohs and awes
What ya mama said, damn Petey king now
Pow, I'm on they tails now
Helicopter well now
From Carolina to the ATL, it's hell now
Ah, simmer down, simmer down
Before they kick our ass out
Lil' Jon thanks for the sixteen, yeah now

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Chyna Whyte]
Ha ha, keep the fame nigga I'm in it for the dough
Fuck the glow, what's the sense if you ain't got cash to blow
I had to shift my gears from fast to slow
And get it past they time
Hopin' that when I call home they dead or press the nine
I bet yo hood can't fuck with mine
Ooh the language I speak when them people roll around
And niggas just don't crack they leak
And they too quick to quack they beak
You hungry nigga's ribs touchin' what
Now you want half my meat
You know the narrow
Nigga I still run with the four pound metals
Still lacin' the tracks with the pain of the ghetto
You boys livin' a dream like the Cosbys
And I'm tell ya one mo' time, no that ain't me on Foxy
Don't get it twisted I got hitters that'll do you in
And if the Feds come I got hitters that'll do my ten
With no problem, on every song I plant my flow blossom
From guns to gospel, Chyna Whyte AKA The Apostle

[Verse 5 - Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz]
Bia bia - put yo click up and shout it out loud
Bia bia - put yo click up and shout it out loud
Bia bia - get buck in the motherfuckin' crowd
Bia bia - get buck in the motherfuckin' crowd
We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
Say nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you

[Hook]

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BRING ME THE HORIZON

 

"Anti-Vist"
 

Middle fingers up, if you don't give a fuck!
I'm sick to death of swallowing, every single thing I'm fed.
Middle fingers up, if you don't give a fuck!
You think you're changing anything?
Question everything!

The world is a shit tip, your children are fucked
The ones you think guard you are out for your blood
When minds are battered and washed out with static
But what exactly do you think you're gonna do?

United, we'll fail.
Divided, we'll fall.
We're fucked, but you're makin' it worse.
United, we'll fail.
Divided, we'll fall.
Give up, 'cause you're makin' it so much worse.

Middle fingers up, if you don't give a fuck!
I'm sick to death of swallowing every single thing I'm fed.
Middle fingers up, if you don't give a fuck!
You think you're changing anything?
Question everything!

Oh, give me a break you deluded, ill-informed, self-serving prick.
If you really believe in the words that you preach,
Get off your screens, and onto the streets.

There will be no peaceful revolution!
No war without blood!
You can say I'm just a fool, that stands for nothing.
Well, to that,
I say you're a cunt!

(Kick it!)

United, we'll fail.
Divided, we'll fall.
United, we'll fail.
We're fucked, but you're makin' it worse!

Middle fingers up, if you don't give a fuck!
I'm sick to death of swallowing every single thing I'm fed.
Middle fingers up, if you don't give a fuck!
You think you're changing anything?
Question everything!
[x2]
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"Dead Men Tell No Tales"

[B-Real]
Pam Pa Ra Ra [4x]

Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore
Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor nigga!)
Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more
I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore
Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate
And I'll fill you up with the energy the Hill create
I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy
Now I'm fuckin with your head, and you realize that it's tricky
Got you paranoid, feeling the void, you can't take it
The reward bein destroyed, freakazoid toy
With ya mind, all styles deployed, you find danger
in the stranger's eye, the killin comes second nature
Your battle filled up the mind it's fallin out, hear you callin out
for help, and all the fuckin yellin to is yourself
Crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing when you bluffin
I'm pushin the button and straight dumpin on fools frontin

[Sen Dog]
Boo-yah!... come on, motherfucker

[B-Real]
Pam Pa Ra Ra [4x]

WAR pigs, you dig, see kickin out Mr. Big
Take a sip of wine, engage in a battle of the mind (Checkmate motherfucker!)
You feelin the force, meant for remorse, right from the source
Your head is, gettin fucked and I'm skippin the intercourse
Behold, the Mic Horse, you're takin a loss nigga
Got the Nina Ross, don't need no cross, my fuckin paper
chaser green bag gladiator, terminator weed germaniator
The greater the risk you fuckin hater
Hit you with the pyscho beta, clickin the fader slow
with the Hi-Lo, servin the blow, who got the glow
Dead men tale no tales, you fail to see the reason
I'm easing to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin season

[Sen Dog]
Nighty-night, mothafucka

[B-Real]
Pam Pa Ra Ra [7x]

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"Re-arranged" as written by William Frederick Durst, Wesley Louden Borland, Leor Dimant, John Everett Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers, Eric Barrier, William Griffin, James Brown, Charles A. Bobbit and Bobby Byrd....
 

Just think about it
Lately I've been skeptical
Silent when I would used to speak
Distant from all around me
Who witness me fail and become weak
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Id love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down

But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your whole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go of

You and me we're through and rearranged
It seems that your not satisfied
There's too much on your mind
So you leave and I cant believe all the bullshit that I find
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down

But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your whole
Your disposition ill remember when I'm letting go of

You and me we're through and rearranged

You're no good for me
Thank God its over
You make believe that nothing is wrong until you're cryin'
You make believe life is so long until you're dyin'
You make believe that nothing is wrong until you're cryin', cryin' on me
You make believe that life is so long until you're dyin', dyin' on me!
You think everybody is the same
I don't think that anybody is like you
You ruin everything and you kept fuckin'
With me until it's over and I won't be the same

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"Do What They Say"

 

Walk away when you're angry
Brace yourself, there's nothing to gain
Old enough to know the outcome
More blood, it's always the same

Aren't we cool and aren't we calm
For facing death we run head-on
Aren't we cool and aren't we calm
For god we've suffered for so long

Do what they say
Or they take it away
I'd rather be dead then carry on

(wait) Bite your lip, don't be cursing
(we must) We musn't take God's name in vain
(in vain) Blunt your knife, pull the curtain
(impulse) Impulses you must refrain

Aren't we cool and aren't we calm
For facing death we run head-on
Aren't we cool and aren't we calm
For god we've suffered for so long

Do what they say
Or they take it away
I'd rather be dead then carry on

Somebody carry on with this burden
I can't remember anything
I can't be certain

Aren't we cool and aren't we calm
For facing death we run head-on

Do what they say
Or they take it away
I'd rather be dead then carry on
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  Send "Freak On A Leash" Ringtone to your Mobile  

"Freak On A Leash"
 

Something takes a part of me.
Something lost and never seen.
Everytime I start to believe,
Something's raped and taken from me... from me.
Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna see the light)
Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I)
Can't I take away all this pain. (You wanna see the light)
I try to every night, all in vain... in vain.
Sometimes I cannot take this place.
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.
Sometimes I cannot feel my face.
You'll never see me fall from grace
Something takes a part of me.
You and I were meant to be.
A cheap fuck for me to lay
Something takes a part of me.
Feeling like a freak on a leash. (You wanna see the light)
Feeling like I have no release. (So do I)
How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light)
Nothing in my life is free... is free
Chorus

Boom na da mmm dum na ema
Da boom na da mmm dum na ema

GO!
So...fight! something on the... dum na ema
Fight...some things they fight
So...something on the... dum na ema
Fight...some things they fight
Fight...something of the... dum na ema
No...some things they fight
Fight...something of the... dum na ema
Fight...some things they fight

[Chorus]

Part of me...
Oh...
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Snak The Ripper - Forgotten

Yeah this lifes a trip
You can go from ain't having shit
To makin' the grip
Enemies stay close
Only to take your spot when you slip
Shave some hundos off of you not
Homie watching you pick
To keep your company
'cuz nobody want to work
But everybody wanna' live their lifes comfortably
They all dreamin' of the finer things
Designer clothes and diamond rings
Won't last long, like the kind of pleasure a vagina brings
Gotta' stick to your own homie
Watch for your dictions
Sick with no home somewhere lost in the distance
You can get what you want
Just practice persistance
You're the only person in controlling your existance
So make every minute count
When in doubt
When They say you won't amount
Shut 'em out
Show 'em what you're all about
Live your life
Fall in love
Forget about your sorrow 'cuz
Everything you have right now could be all gone tomorow 'cuz

Changes come time moves on
The clock is never stoppin'
Don't pay attention to the bullshit these people talkin'
One day you're on top but then suddenly your shit ain't poppin'
People love you one day but by sunday you're forgotten

Changes come time moves on
The clock is never stoppin'
Don't pay attention to the bullshit these people talkin'
One day you're on top but then suddenly your shit ain't poppin'
People love you one day but by sunday you're forgotten

It's when you're goin' through hurts
Shit could be worse
Embrace the air you
Breathe it evenly
Excel and disperce
Concentrate on nothin'
Soak up the beat and the verse
Always check your shoulder homie you can't see in reverse
Remeber money comes and goes
So even when the funds are low
Try to keep above the surface
Fightin' with the undertoe
Life is wonderful
Why you find that hard to believe?
You get your arm broken trying to wear your heart on your sleave
Don't make your decisions only based on emotions
Keep your mouth shut homie
And your ears wide open
Never look back
Trying to make a positive impression
Stop stressin'
Life's a prize that lies in your possession
Don't lie
Aggression is a sign of the weak
Jealousy the same listen to the words that I speak
People change, turn quick to burn you with the stake
I just wrote this shit
So maybe you could learn from my mistakes man

Changes come time moves on
The clock is never stoppin'
Don't pay attention to the bullshit these people talkin'
One day you're on top but then suddenly your shit ain't poppin'
People love you one day but by sunday you're forgotten...

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       DRINK TILL I DIE

Give me another drink Mr Bartender
If you don't I'm going to stick your dick in a blender
'Cause I, woah I,
I'm gonna drink till I die!

All I wanna do is drink as much as I can
That's why I'm a member of a heavy metal band
'Cause I, woah I,
I'm gonna drink till I die!
I'm gonna drink till I die!

Lager makes me happy, vodka makes me mean
I'm a heavy metal, drinking, driving, alcohol machine
Listen to me drinking, drinky drinky drink
Listen to me when I go "Bleauuurgh!!!"

But I, woah I,
I'm gonna drink till I die!
I'm gonna drink till I die!

I get up in the morning, drink a bottle of gin
Forty pints of lager and a Babycham
'Cause I, woah I,
I'm gonna drink till I die!
I'm gonna drink till I die!



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Teeth

Laklak

 

Nagsimula sa patikimtikim
Pinilit kong gustuhin
Bisyo'y nagsimulang lumalim
Kaya ngayon ang hirap tanggalin

Kabilib-bilinan ng lola
'wag nang uminom ng serbesa
Ito'y hindi inuming pang bata
Mag-softdrinks ka na lang muna
Pero ngayon ako'y matanda na
Lola pahingi ng pantoma

Ayan na nga... tumataas na ang amats ko
Kasi laklak maghapon magdamag
(O nako nahihilo na ako)
(O d'yos ko... nasusuka na ako)
Kasi laklak maghapon magdamag

Dibale nang hindi kumain
Basta may tomang nakahain
Ang sabi ng lasenggo sa amin
Pare shumat ka muna

Laklak ka nang laklak
Mukha ka nang parak

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AC/DC - Back in Black

Back in black I hit the sack
I been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes I am
Let loose from the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I keep looking at the sky cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse cause I'll never die
I got nine lives cat's eyes
Using every one of them and runnin' wild
Cause I'm back
Yes I'm back well I'm back
Yes I'm back
Well I'm back back
Well I'm back in black
Yes I'm back in black
Back in the back of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet I'm a power pack
Yes I am
In a bang with the gang
They gotta catch me if they want me to hang
Cause I'm back on the track and I'm beatin' the flack
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now I'm just makin' my play
Don't try to push your luck just get out of my way
Cause I'm back
Yes I'm back
Well I'm back
Yes I'm back
Well I'm back back
Well I'm back in black
Yes I'm back in black

Well I'm back yes I'm back
Well I'm back yes I'm back
Well I'm back back
Well I'm back in black
Yes I'm back in black

Oh yes, let's go
Gigolo
Oh yeah, yeah, give it up
Yeah-eah-eah, give it up

Well I'm back back
Well I'm back back
Back back
Back in black
Yes I'm back in black

Outta sight

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Guilty All The Same

from The Hunting Party

by Linkin Park feat. Rakim

 

Tell us all again
What you think we should be
What the answers are
What it is we can't see
Tell us all again
How to do what you say
How to fall in line
How there's no other way
But oh, we all know

You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no one else to blame

You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no one else to blame

You're guilty all the same

Show us all again
That our hands are unclean
That we're unprepared
That you have what we need
Show us all again
'Cause we cannot be saved
Cause the end is near
Now there's no other way
And oh, you will know

You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no one else to blame

You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no one else to blame

There's no one else to blame
Guilty all the same

Guilty all the same
You're guilty all the same

Yeah, you already know what it is
Can y'all explain, what kind of land is this
When a man has plans of being rich
If he falls off his plans, he's wealthy?
Dirty money scheme, a clean split
Nonsense the same, he didn't call for this, he's filthy
Talk team, they take the paper route
All they think about is bank accounts, assets and realty
Anybody's expense, no shame with a clear conscience
No regrets and guilt free, you claim that ain't the way that he built me
Smoke scream, we're going in flames
Know as soon as they're done what the deal be
Say it's time for things to change
We arrange that dope product we built cheap
Anything if it's more to gain
Dream, manipulated like artists, it's real deep
Until no more remains, but I'm still me
Like authentic hip-hop and rock, to pop and radio
You record companies kill me
Try to force me to strain it, no way
They got the gall to say "yo, how real can real be?"
You feel me? you will see, the greed will be to blame
Greedy for the fame, TV or a name
Media, the game, to me your all the same
You're guilty

You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no one else to blame

You're guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no one else to blame

Guilty all the same
Guilty all the same
Guilty all the same

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A Light That Never Comes

from Recharged

by Linkin Park feat. DJ Aoki

 

Nah, you don't know me
Lightning above and a fire below me
You cannot catch me, cannot hold me
You cannot stop, much less control me
When it rains, it pours, when the floodgates open brace your shores
That pressure don't care when it breaks your doors
Say it's all you can take, better take some more

(Oh)
'Cause I know what it's like to test fate
Had my shoulders pressed with that weight
Stood up strong in spite of that hate

(Oh)
Night gets darkest right before dawn
What don't kill you makes you more strong
And I been waiting for it so long

The nights go on
Waiting for a light that never comes
I chase the sun
Waiting for a light that never comes

Oh
Oh
Oh
Waiting for a light that never comes

When I was young, they told me, they said
Make your bed, you lie in that bed
A king can only reign 'til instead
There comes that day it's "off with his head"

(Oh)
The night gets darkest right before dawn
What don't kill you makes you more strong
You'll have my mercy then when you're gone

The nights go on
Waiting for a light that never comes
I chase the sun
Waiting for a light that never comes

Oh
Oh
Oh
Waiting for a light that never comes

And I told them, nah, you don't know me
Lightning above and a fire below me
You cannot catch me, cannot hold me
You cannot stop, much less control me
When it rains, it pours
When the floodgates open, brace your shores
That pressure don't care, it breaks your doors
Say it's all you can take, better take some more

Oh
Oh
Oh
Waiting for a light that never comes

The nights go on
Waiting for a light that never comes
I chase the sun
Waiting for a light that never comes

Oh
Oh
Oh
Waiting for a light that never comes

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Far Behind
 
Now maybe
I did not mean to treat you bad
But I did it anyway
And now maybe
Some would say your life was sad
But you lived it anyway
And so maybe
Your friends they stand around they watch your crumble
As you falter to the ground
And then someday
Your friends they stand beside as you were flyin'
Oh you were flyin' oh so high

But then someday people look at you for what they call their own
They watch you suffer
Yeah they hear you calling home
But then some day we could take our time
To brush the leaves aside so you can reach us
But you left me far behind

Now maybe
I didn't mean to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
Now I said maybe some would say you're left with what you had
But you couldn't share the pain

No, no, no
Couldn't share the pain, they watch you suffer

Now maybe I could have made my own mistakes
But I live with what I've known
And then maybe we might share in something great
But won't you look at where we've grown
Won't you look at where we've gone
But then someday comes tomorrow holds
a sense of what I fear for you in my mind
As you trip the final line
And that cold day when you lost control
It's a shame you left my life so soon you should have told me
But you left me far behind, yeah
Now maybe I didn't mean to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
Now maybe some would say you're left with what you had
But you couldn't share the pain
No, no, no

Oh no
Oh no no no no...
Now maybe I didn't mean to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
Now maybe some would say you're left with what you had
But you couldn't share the pain
I said times have changed your friends
They come and watch you crumble to the ground
They watch you suffer
Yeah, they hold you down
Hold on down
Now maybe lover, maybe love
I didn't mean to treat you bad
But you left me far behind
Left me far behind
Left me far behind
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"Rah!"
(feat. Nicki Minaj, Rick Ross, The Game)
 

[Lil Wayne]
Bang, guess who checked in the game
Smoke in the air like LeBron James
Running this shit like he Ron Dayne
Pull out my dick and just pee on flames
She on Wayne, but she ain’t what I be on
I’m Leon, I pee on you pee-on’s for eon’s
I’m in my prime like Deion
I’mma shine like neon
I’m a Lion like Leon
But I’m ’bout to go off, cause that is all I know of
I don’t have to show y’all, I’d rather show off
Yeah, Travis on the Drums
Travis on the beat
Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat
Weezy F I’m an F’ing star
Haha, get it? I’m an FN star
Ha, and it’s the Rock you bastards
If I’m the rockstar, will rock you bastards

[Nicki Minaj]
Yo, now all these bitches wanna try and be my bestie
But I take a left and leave them hanging like a testi
Trash talk to em then I put em in a hefty
Running down the court I'm dunkin on em Lisa Leslie.
It’s going down, basement, friday the 13th guess who’s playing Jason
Tuck yourself in you better hold on to your teddy
It’s nightmare on Elm street and guess who’s playing Freddy
(My chick bad)
Chef cooking for me, they say my shoe game crazy
The mental Asylum looking for me
You a rookie to me
I’m in dat wam bam purple Lam’ damn bitch you been a fan.

[Rick Ross]
Tupac and Juice riding mans on the loose
King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose
Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe
Kush out the jar, car smellin’ like duke
Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I’m a goof
Designer underwear she knows I’m a goose
Got the wide body I’m a fat muthafucker
In Swahili I’m screaming “stack muthafucker”
Ya homie won’t stop until I decide to
Until then I’m making rollie’s for the homies to ride to
Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know
Bitch I’mma boss, best foots on the blow
Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front
Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt
Being Savage where I’m from, Girls manage from the jump
Don’t trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so…

[Game]
Boom, guess who stepped in the room
Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon
Back from the dead but they never found my killer
So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller
Iller than most emcee’s cause I be killin’ ‘em
Most emcee’s turn into ghost emcee’s
Yeah, give a drummer some
If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run
Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge
I’m famous for killin’ rappers, my style, grenade
Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon
The beats are filet mignon without the A1.
Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please
I ate your favourite rapper’s heart out with a 16
Didn’t hit the switch on something with fiends
Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, that's Swizz Cheese!
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Method Man (Remix)

[Intro]
Fat dub sack! Remix of Method Man for ya one time. Yeah

[Hook]
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man

[Verse 1]
Hey you get off my clooud
See me get raw with my southpaw style
Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba
It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the Buddha
Monk
on the hunt for machine gun funk
I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk
Double-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper
Partner, you ain't got no wins in mi casa
Straight up, you movin' too fast so baby wait up
Took one, added seven more now you eight up
Get on down wit' your bad self
Get on down, listen to the sound, come on
Few can ever get this whole commit legit
See you all up in my ass
But you don't know shit, uh-huh

What's your definition of a real emcee
From what you dedicated, hey it must be me

Meth-Tical, a rude descendant of the loud hip-hop
I go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop
Give me the green light, and the sign one way
Have you had your meth today?
Huh, move it in, move it out
Stick it in, pull it out
Shake it up, shake it down
Come on down, Meth-Tical
Oh I hope and pray that I will
But today I am still
Just a...


[Hook]
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man

[Verse 2]
Rrrappers can't get with the style, extra wicked
Rap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit
A tisket, a tasket I'm not tryin' to have it
Might show up, stun 'em and run 'em when they raggin'
Those who test it, respect it, the method
You know I can't be messed with, I'm hectic, accept it

I'll break it down, I get down for my crown
Filthy, dirty like a worm underground
Tryin' to avoid the early bird, that's my word
Before I kick the bucket I'm a kick 'em to the curb
Check out the cloud, smoke out from the mouth
Other brothers got mad love new style for the hood, hey
Enter the square if you dare

Without a flaw, I'm so raw that I'm rare
I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair
To see the senorita, with flowers in her hair
And get mine, cause she love me long time
Bartender bring more wine
Get in line for the...


[Hook]
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man

[Outro]
Wu-Tang, killer bees on the swarm, it ain't safe no more
P.L.O. Style. 1993 to '94, the rugged raw
And we out

(Sample from Shaolin & Wu-Tang)
It's a secret! Never teach the Wu-tang

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All I Need Lyrics 

You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real witchu
Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo
On top of that you got the good Power-U

Shorty, I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me
Nuttin 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 nuttin
You made a brother feel like he was something
That's why I'm with you to this day boo, no frontin'

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 pussy 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 livin' in the fucking lap of luxury
I'm realizing that cha didn't have to fuck with me
But cha did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga

You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real witchu
Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo
On top of that you got the good Power-U

You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real witchu
Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo
On top of that you got the good Power-U

I got a love jonz 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 shit at home
Even if I'm locked up North, you in the world rockin'
Three-fourths of cloth, never showin' your stuff off, boo

It be true me for you, that's how it is
I can be your Noah, you can be my Wiz
Then I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth
Resurrect the God through birth, best believe

You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real witchu
Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo
On top of that you got the good Power-U

You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real witchu
Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo
On top of that you got the good Power-U

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I don't wanna hurt ya but I'm about to work ya
Watch your mouth drop real low
I'm turning you up, I'm burning the clutch
Full speed, both feet to the floor, feet to the floor
DJ running it back once more, time to party that's all I know
Grab somebody tell 'em, "Baby, baby, baby let's go!"


Bounce, make it, make it bounce (x3)
Shake it, break it, make it bounce
Bounce, make it bounce (x3)
Shake it, break it, make it bounce
Oh-oh-oh-oh (repeat)
Make it bounce
Oh-oh-oh-oh (repeat)


Iggy Iggy, gettin' 'em tipsy
Tippin' in brah, to hundreds and fifties
Pullin' up, NASCAR, black car
Shittin' on everyone, sippin' whatever we feelin'
Real real good, hands to the ceiling
Dancin' we dizzy, we spinnin' we spinnin'
All about money, the night's never ending
We party till morning, tomorrow we kick it


Bounce, make it, make it bounce (x3)
Shake it, break it, make it bounce
Bounce, make it bounce (x3)
Shake it, break it, make it bounce
Oh-oh-oh-oh (repeat)
Make it bounce
Oh-oh-oh-oh (repeat)


Let ya hair down and shake that shit, shake that shit, shake that shit
Sweat it out, go nuts in this bitch
Dip it, spin it, and watchin' my hips
I see you watchin' my hips
Crazy, move your body like Swayze
Round and round, shake it, break it, make it bounce
It's a fucking celebration, go-go-go
Girl shake 'em down like you made it, get low-low-low
Then show the good like you're wasted, pow-pow-pow
And spray the crowd with amazement,
fo' show-show-show


Go nuts, hands up, get crazy (we go) (x3)
Go nuts, hands up, get crazy
Make it bounce (x3)
Go nuts, hands up, get crazy
Oh-oh-oh-oh (repeat)
Bounce, shake it, break it, make it bounce
Oh-oh-oh-oh (repeat)
Bounce, shake it, break it, make it bounce

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I look like money
I smell like money
I talk money money
My girl got money
I look like money
I smell like money
I talk money money
My girl got money
Yeah cash money
Thats so last year
Now when I do a show t
Hey gotta pay me in gold
You talkin bout bread?
Gotta pay me the loafs
Be sipping on Rose
That we made into toast
Celebrate to the good life
Im married to the money
Im a good wife
Hundred grand for a show
Thats a good night
What it look like?
What it smell like?
Money, money
Im smelling like
Im fresh out the bank
Yall aint getting money?
Oh yall cant relate
Kimmy go hard
In the motherfucking paint
Im dunking on you hoes like Blake
Lets separate
The real from the fake
The workers from the bosses
Most the nice stones
Turn them diamonds thats flawless
Im a winner I aint good
At taking losses
And we dont fuck with 911
Thats just the cautious
I look like money
I smell like money
I talk money money
My girl got money
I look like money
I smell like money
I talk money money
My girl got money
I look like money
I smell like money
I talk money money
My girl got money
I look like money
I smell like money
I talk money money
My girl got money
See me looking
Like a hundred bill
Like Lewinski
Im trying to blow a bill
50 grand in that Hermes bag
Cause reptile like all you
Snakes in the grass
They like girl you be killingem
No longer single
Like this married Benjamin
So tell a friend to tell a friend
That its Kim again
Yeah the queen is back
And Im bout to finishem
Yea my attitude like fuck it
Show game rough more
Than your whole budget
You already know
Its the best that ever done this
So them other hoes
They can pack it up like luggage
Smell like money
Talk like money
VVSs thatd make
A rainy day sunny
Little Kim the goddess
Playboy bunny
And we do the money dance
Like niggers do the doggie yeah
I look like money
I smell like money
I talk money money
My girl got money
I look like money
I smell like money
I talk money money
My girl got money
I look like money
I smell like money
I talk money money
My girl got money
I look like money
I smell like money
I talk money money
My girl got money
Like money
Like money
Like money
Money money
Got money
Got money
Got money
Money money
Like money
Like money
Like money
Money money
Got money
Money money
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Get The Money lyrics (from Arizona Dream Movie)

Hey lucky people, North and South
This is your leader, I'm called "the mouth"
We're gonna play a game that's funny
Get the, get the, get the money

Money, money, money, money, money
Money, money

Walking on the beach, all disenchanted
Blackness in my heart
Anything they want now, they can't stop me, energy goes dead.
Riviera buildings, high, depressing
Look like cookie boxes
In my heart a huricane is blowing
In my head a clock ticks.
Tic-tack

Get the money, Mr. Potato
Get the money, pay the Eskimo

Money, money, money, money, money

Abc
Schoolboys, schoolgirls, don't make funny
Take a deep breath, get the money

Money, money, money, money, money

A lot of neigbourhood, oncrete and windows
Uphere on the mountain
I wonder if somebody sees me walking
I could hide in that fountain.
Pretty little girl, I like to know her, coming this way
Back in school, I can't believe that I could not obey

Get the money, Mr. Potato
Get the money, pay the Eskimo

Money, money, money, money, money

Crawl on your belly, bust your skull
There's the money, real as hell

William Tell

Money, money, money, money, money
Money, money

I met an actor, river speed boat
He made crabby movies
Robin Maxwell had a yacht
But it didn't die so groovy

Me, I confess, I like to swim and
Watch the telly, my news
I've been hanging 'round the beach
But the money pays my kwanos

Get the money, Mr. Potato
Get the money, pay the Eskimo

Money, money, money, money, money,

It's kind of like a fortress, it's kind of like a tomb
Sitting with your money in a near dark room

Feels like a discharge, feels like a death
Feels like a taste of dying breath

Feels like a toed, feels like a frog
Feels like a serpent, all night long

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