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Want to but I can't help it
I love the way it feels just kinda stuck between my fantasy and what is real I need it when I want it I want it when I don't tell myself I stop every day knowing that I won't I got a problem and I don't know what to do about it even If I did I don't know If I would quit but I doubt it I'm taking by the thought of it (chorus) And I know this much is true baby you have become my addiction I'm so strung out on you I can barely move but I like it and it's all because of you all because of you and it's all because of you all because of you and it's all because of you all because of you and it's all because of you never get enough she's the sweetest drug think of it every second I can't get nothing done only concern is the next time I'm gon get me some know I should stay away from cause its no good for me I try and try but my obsession won't let me leave I got a problem and I don't know what to do about it even If I did I don't know If I would quit but I doubt it I'm taking by the thought of it (chorus) And I know this much is true baby you have become my addiction I am so strung out on you I can barely move but I like it and it's all because of you all because of you and it's all because of you all because of you and it's all because of you all because of you and it's all because... never get enough she's the sweetest drug ain't no doubt so strung out ain't no doubt so strung out over you over you because of you and it's all because of you never get enough she's the sweetest drug (chorus) And I know this much is true baby you have become my addiction I am so strung out on you I can barely move but I like it and it's all because of you all because of you and it's all because of you all because of you and it's all because of you all because of you and it's all because... never get enough she's the sweetest drug she's the sweetest drug |
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| 2. |
| 4:07 |
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Understand what this shit right here is about
Understand what this shit right here is about From Marcy Understand me, yeah, yo [Verse 1] This for the streets, and you know I aint goin nowhere Get your guns out who want it with Memphis yeah I'ma make you understand why I do what I do Why I keep my hat tilt, and my doorag too I'm a thug, my heart pump gangsta shit I f**k with her, she my gangsta bitch My wrists don't freeze, glocks'll squeeze Whole click got a watch, droppin keys And I want the block back You niggas had your run, we'll stop that, you better watch this cat I done came up, and f**k bringin your name up It's beef I'ma see you, and bang til you hang up Your life on line, but here's the truth You aint hype to die, but you hype to shoot You let the Henny talk for you, you really a bitch Why the Ds know your name 'cause you really a snitch CHORUS 2X: Got my mind right, money right, ready for war *Memph Bleek Is* [Murda] yeah told you before I got the streets locked, Bleek hot as before You know the game and the name now I'm ready for war [Verse 2] *Memph Bleek Is*, back for the streets Knowin that *Coming of Age*, controllin the creep Put in work on these streets, bustin my heat Dodgin the Ds, you know it's a margin between me And only a few fit in, your lifestyle's written So who you supposed to be, play your position I used to write to the wall, about the Porsche Now I write for the house and the rob report I used to think, Bleek and the baddest bitch Now the, baddest bitch is a average bitch All I need her is for head and to stash my lead Push my V, take this key to hempstead And you run through backwoods, I twist backwoods And greenery, sha shoo with heavy machinery You know exactly who these streets belong to B.I.G. done warned you, and I'ma run up on you, nigga CHORUS [Verse 3] Ayo I think I'm the best, from coast to coast I'm above rap cats, they know what I gross What they make from they album, I do at my show Your advance is what, I spent that when I was broke I ship gold, you better watch me now Many middle in this game, at the top I'm found I wanted these cats, reppin my hood, then go back Be on the same old bench, with the same old rap I'm from Marcy, you see them cars we buy Seats up, smoke blunts, with my concubine Twin, P-89 for you two fake faggots Tucked under the lining of the Roc-A-Wear fabric F**k y'all, you know the squad be 'bout Anything that involve dollar signs and accounts It's the M dot E M P H man stop I bought C a watch, next day I bought a house CHORUS |
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| 3. |
| 3:17 |
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1,2 Uhh 1,1
1,2 Uhh 1,1 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 One:] Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? Here I am here I am, the Method Man Patty cake patty cake hey the method man Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter In fact I snap back like a rubber band, I be Sam, Sam I am And I don't eat green eggs and ham Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn You be like oh shit that's the jam Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild I'm about to blow light me up Upside downside inside and outside Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt I am, the one and only Method Man The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran Wrap, with some of this and some of that Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat Over there, but I think he best to beware Of the diggy dog shit right here Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo Like Deck said this ain't your average flow Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw The poetry's in motion coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion, oh my lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword Hey hey hey like Fat Albert It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it It's the Method Man Uhh, like that baby paw Uhh I got, fat bags of skunk I got, White Owl blunts And I'm about to go get lifted Yes I'm about to go get lifted I got, myself a forty I got, myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes I'm about to go and stick it [Verse Two:] Uhh H-you-F-F huff and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind blow then Zoom, I hit the mic like boom Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it go Question what exactly is a panty raider Ill behaviour savior or major flavor All of the above oh yeah plus I do so Also flam I'm the man call me super Not an average Joe with an average flow Doing average things with average hoes Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm For my, Su-per Sperm Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked I smell sess pass the Method Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics Missles and shoot game like a pistol Clip is loaded when I click bang dang A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain J-you-M-P jump and I thump Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin me P-A-N-T-why-are-A-I-D-E-are mad raw I don't fry Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me 'cause, Ooh I be the super sperm Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie Freak a flow and flow fancy free Now how many licks does it take For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang Fadin motherfuckers like bleach So to each and every crew You're clear like glass I can see right through You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd and ya didn't have friends to begin with I'm M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Yes I am [Verse Three:] Uhh, Uhh Rappers crossing over to that R&B jinx Walk around town like your shit don't stink Take it from me, hey G, you don't amaze me Shot me at point blank range but only grazed me Nothing mental, just plain and simple Lyrics you bust couldn't bust a fucking pimple Come here kid, what, let me tell you something Your like change of a penny, nothing Wham, Oh shit, God Damn Skippy, hit me, man I get flam Better yet hectic, wreck shit, I'm rowdy Like a license check this be Audi Tippy tippy tum tippy tah tippy tum Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come Straight from the top, the cock, yo I'm fed up I put it in your ear and fuck your whole head up Wu-Tang's gang bang, up your butt crack and Straight from Staten, silky like satin Used to break clicks with stones and sticks Nowadays we do it with the Macs and clips The Method, Man The Method, Man The Method, Man Yes I am, Yes I am M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Uhh, 92 for the Wu Now how brothers want it With salt or butter, motherfucker A doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop chop |
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| 4. |
| 3:59 |
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[Case]
Uh, uh, uh, uh That's right (oooo, yo, oooo, oh) Life is funny, ain't it? (yeahh, oh yeah) Sometimes you can end up with (c'mon Joe, c'mon, ready) Somebody you really don't wanna be with (no way, babe) And others left to figure it out (oh, sing it for me Case) Check it She was more than a woman, a goddess for all it seems (is that right?) And all I ever needed was her right here loving me For a while we were cool and the grooving of love was on But I still remember how it felt when our love was gone In a tattered picture book Was a photograph she took years ago Secret memories in her mind (secret memories in her mind) How could love be so unkind? Heartbreak time (My heart is breaking, Oh) Faded pictures in a broken glass Like a mirror revealing What the woman is feeling Was it someone from a distant past? Cuz it's breaking my heart So won't you stare into the glass (Joe help me out) [Joe] As she turned through the pages, the tears roll down her face I could see her reminiscing why her life had to be this way Then she stopped as she came to a page where her diary ends To smell the scent of an old rose from her lover I suppose In a tattered picture book Was a photograph she took years ago Secret memories in her mind (secret memories in her mind) How could love be so unkind? Heartbreak time Faded pictures in a broken glass Like a mirror revealing What the woman is feeling Was it someone from a distant past? Cuz it's breaking my heart So won't you stare into the glass The pictures keep spinning (Oh na, na, na, na, na, na) As she stares into the glass, I'll be waiting (Oh na, na, na, na, na, na) Cuz she's lost inside the past The pictures keep spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning (Oh na, na, na, na, na, na) As she stares into the glass, I'll be waiting (Oh na, na, na, na, na, na) Cuz she's lost inside the past Lost inside the past Faded pictures in a broken glass Like a mirror revealing What the woman is feeling Was it someone from a distant past? Cuz it's breaking my heart So won't you stare into the glass |
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| 3:45 |
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Last night we had an argument
Afterwards I′m feelin pretty bent Then I took a drink and I didn′t think What was in store for me So I wrote a letter Dropped it on the bedroom floor I never felt this way before So I grabbed my coat and closed the door Baby I′m sorry Baby I′m sorry Sorry for what I′ve done Will you forgive me Will you forgive me And let me be your only one Cause you are You are everything I would give you anything Sorry for what I′ve done Wanna be your only one Girl I apologize For all the tears that made you cry Sorry for what I′ve done Wanna be your only one Girl I apologize for all the tears and all the lies And if by chance just one more chance I swear I′ll be the epitome of a good man Baby I′m sorry Sorry for what I′ve done Will you forgive me Will you forgive me And let me be your only one Cause you are You are everything I would give you anything Sorry for what I′ve done Wanna be your only one Girl I apologize For all the tears that made you cry Sorry for what I′ve done Wanna be your only one You are every thing And every thing is you You are every thing Girl your every thing I do You are everything I would give you anything Sorry for what I′ve done Wanna be your only one Girl I apologize For all the tears that made you cry Sorry for what I′ve done Wanna be your only one |
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| 3:09 |
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LL
Radio killer Yeh, Y'all think they can handle this one man Alright Call the radio and tell 'em this your song (this your song, this your song, this your song, this your song) Girl come on (girl come on, girl come on,) Cuz I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby Met this little girl, she was off the hook I got cold chills when her body shook Hot sex on the platter no need to cook I let her steal my heart like a horny crook Had her grinding and winding against my leg She messin with my head, wanna play in the bed Sexy pumps on, toenails red Your body's a gun baby, pump me full of lead It hard to hold you when you movin' vulgar Peace sign on your eyes like John Travolta My pulp ain't fiction, it's an addiction To see your booty clap on the floor in the kitchen Nasty girl, taught me all the lingo While mama play bingo, she ride mandingo She don't give a damn if I'm married or single She makes me tingle Shawty im your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby She likes Hip-Hop and R&B Her life time goal is to be on TV She looking for a man that could give her a break Like Usher or Justin Timberlake I'm really not sure if her breasts are fake Cuz wit whipped cream on em, they taste just like cake We drink some beer, inside of daddy's '64 She shot me in the back with cupids arrow We finish the 6-pac, she push the seat back Pulled up her dress n she let me peep that I'm Drunk as a skunk, feeling all dirty Truck stop bathroom at 7:30 Bought her some dessert, give a damn if its early Head spinnin around like roller derby Everything about her says you don't deserve me I hope I'm worthy Cuz shawty I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby (Cuz im your baby) You need somethin' like me? (Good luck) Cuz he ain't nothin' like me (no) You can search but you never gone find A love thats quite like mine (no) Need a man that can love you good And treat you like he should With me shawty you the shit He might be good but he ain't like this Cuz im your baby In the back of the pickup, clothes the rip up She see my chrome wheels, it gets more real Running and laughing, music blasting Side over the road, bent over crashing Mouth all dry, can feel the urge If you see my mama, don't say a word The cops wanna know im a word are slurred Don't ask me officer ask her Wanna another drink baby she like sure Wanna hit the club she like I don't curr She all in the rearview doin her hurr Hairspray and lip gloss everywhurr This all happens on an average day Your life is a trip girl, I'm here to stay Never had a girl make me feel this way Even tho I had to pay Cuz shawty I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby |
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just want you to know..that..
throughout it all..its only u..that stuck by me.. and for that-i thank you..i love you..ashanti VERSE 1 oooooh i cant wait to get next to you oooh i just cant leave you alone boy you got me doing things that i would never do and i cant stop the way im feeling if i wanted to im crazy bout the way that u can make say your name and if i couldnt have you i would probably go insane CHORUS only u can make me feel(only u can make me feel) only u can take me there (only u can take me there) only u can make me feel(only u..only u can make me feel) only u can take me there (only u can take me there) VERSE 2 oooooh i cant wait to get next to you oooh i just cant leave you alone boy u stay inside my mind aint no denyin that only u could do the things that got me coming back its gotta be the realist thing that i have ever felt and i do what i gotta do to keep u to myself only u can make me feel(only u can make me feel) only u can take me there (only u can take me there) only u can make me feel(only u..only u can make me feel) only u can take me there (only u can take me there) BRIDGE crazy.. bout the.. way you.. feel.. i just.. gotta.. have u ..here.. and i.. wanna.. let u.. know.. i wont.. ever.. let u go only u can make me feel (only u can make me feel) only u can take me there (only u can take me there) only u can make me feel (u can make me feel) only u can take me there (only u can take me there) oooooh i cant wait to get next to you oooh i just cant leave you alone |
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| 3:26 |
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Ugh Dmx
Clueminati Is y'all motherf**kers ready for the Ruff Ride! Grrrrr! (1st Verse) When I speak I'm understood, my decision is wood I see what I'm able to see, (ugh) 'cause my vision is good It's like I see through the eyes of a wise old man So I chill, knowin I can kill this guy's whole fam Sometimes better to be thought dumb and remain silent than to open your mouth and remove all doubt 'cause if it came violent See I'm gonna give it to you straight, so you don't ask anymore You don't really want what you asking me for It's a war (ugh), and nigga, when it's on it's on Doin' wrong (what) till I'm gone and I ain't got long But while I'm here, (ugh) ya'll niggaz gonna burn Peep how I finished money (what) and y'all niggaz gonna learn All f**king week you've been talking about that drive-by And ain't did nothing but drive by Listen shorty I'm telling you this for your own good (Uhh) Everybody is the man in they own hood, for real Chorus x4 Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone!! (2nd Verse) I always keep my enemies the closest (uhh) Always make sure I know where the toast is (uhh) Always cover my tracks when I creep Always get away when I'm done to relax, shit is deep I always know the rules of the game before I play And always keep enough dough to know I'm good for the day I always walk my dogs off the leash and always get my thoughts off the streets and always remember lend a hand then borrow And always no matter what plan for tomorrow I always pay my respects to the dead I always take at least one blunt to the head Now always know which bitches is gonna end up getting f**ked And always know which niggas is gonna end up getting stuck! I'm always strapped; I've always packed I've always rapped; it's always that Always black Chorus x4 (3rd Verse) Never try to knock off rock on the block that ain't yours Never take a man's life 'cause you hate yours Never become so involved with something that it blinds you Never forget where you from someone will remind you Never take for granted what's been given as a gift And never sleep on a nigga, less that nigga stiff Never turn your back on a nigga you don't trust Never turn your gat on a nigga and don't bust Never expect to get away with the same shit -- more than twice Never forget you could get it too for a price Never bring it to a nigga, if you scared to die Never gonna do it nigga, if you scared to try Never gonna be another day it gets dark, nigga Never get it f**ked up, that shit here, for the heart nigga Never say never, 'cause I never thought this clever thought never Ever caught better, getting cheddar, with three letters, DMX! Chorus x4 Uhh Dmx Clueminati 9-8 Ruff Ryder's, motherf**ker Y'all niggaz don't know, how it's gonna go, For real (uhh!) "It's Dark and Hell is Hot" Y-O Motherf**ker School Street Home of the Brave we all here baby Mundo! Telemundo! Uh! Grrrr My niggas D! What?! Bitch! We all here baby Uh! Gever(?), Gever(?), Gever(?) |
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(Intro)
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin' (Verse 1) Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What) I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega He owe me a hundred favors I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine My roof back, my money rides I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes (Hook) Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm (Verse 2) We never steal cars, but we deal hard Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard I caught a charge, I caught a charge Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin' Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finish I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens They flyin' over Pacific to be specific Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo' blow (Hook) (Verse 3) It's time to spend my thrills cuz I'm spinnin' wheels I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two I touch work like I'm convertible Burt I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that YAYO Steady slangin' YAYO, my Chevy bangin' Yayo (Hook) |
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