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ERYKAH BADU lyrics

You Got Me

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[Erykah] 1 - If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or What club I went to with my homies Baby don't worry, you know that you got me If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or What club I went to with my homies Baby, don't worry you know that you got me [Roots] Somebody told me that this planet was small We used to live in the same building on the same floor And never met before until I'm overseas on tour And peep this Ethiopian Queen from Philly Taking classes abroad She studying film in photo flash focus record Said she working on a flick and could my clique do the score She said she love my show in Paris at Elys¨¦e Montmartre And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart We knew from the start that things fall apart Intense and shatter, she like, that shit don't matter When I get home, get at her, pull out her phone Whatever, let's lay, let's get together Shit, you think that not? Think that dog went home and forgot? Time passed, now we back in Philly, she up in my spot Telling me the things I'm telling her is makin' her hot Started building with her constantly 'round the clock Now she in my world like hip-hop, and keep telling me... Repeat 1 [Roots] Yo, I'm the type that's always catchin' a flight And sometimes I got to be out at the height of the night And that's when she flip and get on some... [Erykah] Another loney night? Seems like I'm on the side, you only lovin' your mic I know you gotta get that paper daddy, keep that shit tight But yo, I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me? While politickin' with my sister from New York City She said she know this ball player, and he think I'm pretty Psych, I'm playin' fool, you know it's just wit you I'm stayin' fool And when cats be poppin' game I don't hear what they sayin', fool When you out there in the world, I'm still your girl With all my classes I don't have the time for life's thrills So when you sweatin' on stage, think of me when you rhyme And don't be listenin' to your homies, they be leadin' you blind [Roots] Yeah, so what you sayin' is I can trust you [Erykah] Is you crazy? You my king, for real [Both] But sometimes, relationships get ill [Erykah] No doubt Repeat 1 [Roots] That snake could be that chick or that rat Could be that cool cat that's whisperin' She's trying to play you for the fool, black If something's on your chest then let it be known See I'm not your 'every-five-minutes' all on the phone And on the topic of trust, it's just a matter of fact That people bite back, fracture what's in tact And they'll forever be I ain't on some 'Oh, I'm a celebrity' I deal wit the real, so if it's artificial, let it be I seen people caught in love like whirlwinds Listening to they squalls and listenin' to they girlfriends That's exactly the point where they whole world ends Lies come in, that's where the drama begins And she like... yo Repeat 1

I Got Next Neva Hadda Gun

KRS-ONE "I Got Next"
It's meant to be evidently When I rock so eloquently Put the beat on and let me Kill another wack emcee Can't trust them, never test me I practice and study But I'm not in it for the money But to me they look so funny You can't test the teacher The teacher won't reach intact Through the speaker you're weaker, now sit your ass in the back My lyrical you hear it, you fear it, you can't get near it Cause the spirit eat Eric And Eric your rhymes is wack Like that, that, right back Check it out! Check it like this Just skills You know you gots to build just skills *A phone is dialed a man says hello and a woman starts speaking in Spanish* You know you gots to build just skills, uh come on get down Just skills You know we got to build just skills, come on get down Yeah, uh come on I got that rip track, flip that, underground rap When I kick back Most of what I'm hearin be weak So I speak through beats and the streets as I teach I impeach, through speech, each lyric leech I reach Have a seat in the lecture Nothin can protect you Hard is the texture Of the mic wreckin rock in your sector Better than ever remember I am no beginner I like to shout out Eric Skinner Just skills, you know we gots to build just skills, come on a get down Just skills, you know we gots to build just skills, come on a get down Yo, we livin in a world of private jets and limousine The fruit we eatin as we prepare tangerine to nectarine See everybody livin in the same routine We need the telephone, and yes, we need the fax machine You listen to the sound, well I think you know it's me Now, let me educate you with my concious poetry Me want, me want, me want, me want, me want no wack rap Me want, me want, me want, me want, me want no wack rap Me love, me love, me love, me love, me love it when it's bad See if you wack rap you ought be steppin out the back See emcees on the microphone forgettin that they black See hear them kick the lyrics that are holdin people back But when you hear the teacher, KRS will find the track You bound to see the light, and you don't want return back So listen very closely to the secret scientist I'm sending this one out to all my inner city kids Now you supposed to be apostle what you have inside your head Can make you more reliable, it can make you feel dead Now listen very closely to the way I say this rhyme It's the thing called the brain, and the thing called the mind But I'm outta time Chorus (scratching on the word can ): Can I tell them that I really never had a gun? No, you can't cause now you bouts to get done! Can I tell them that I really never had a gun Never had a gun, never had a gun? Can I tell them that I really never had a gun? No, you can't cause now you bouts to get done! Can I tell them that I really never had a gun Never had a gun, never had a gun? On the block you just yap a whole lot About the clothes that you got Yo, or the gold that you got Everybody sees all the friends in your Benz, yo, it's fat But they ain't gettin money like that Word to my brother Kenny, jealous one envy The rich are few, while the poor, many But you got gold cuffs and cars and stuff You eatin well, but still in the ghetto you dwell You know it's hot, so you make it known about your glock To any perpetrator tryin to blow up your spot You grab the microphone and talk a good ramble You the hardcore outlaw, criminal, vandal Burnin emcees like a candle, but you frontin You ain't got nothin, with your life you gamble One day you gamble up snake eyes Talkin all that junk about you don't take dives, you take lives Nobody on the block tries, cause you claim you got powerful ties So at the red light you arrive And to your surprise you get heffed up with just two steak knives You're terrified, they take your Benz, and what makes things worse You ain't got gun the first Chorus

Passion

AB-SOUL "Long Term 2: Lifestyles Of The Broke And Almost"
[Verse 1:] Game keep changing, Tats on faces Look close, you can see how rats run races You find it's all about the cheese at the other end They forgot the simple shit, like strengthening your limbs I listen to the radio and I begin to cringe I eat MCs, find a spot inside my fridge When y'all was tricking off, taking bitches to the bridge I was sparking up a cig, tryna tighten up this bridge The hook is real catchy and the verse is interesting Now all I need is a feature from Drake or Lil Wayne I never move hoes, like say a Gucci Mane I'm broke as a bitch, and I spit like I'm insane But what a nigga gotta do to shock the whole nation Sign to ROC nation, become a fucking Mason Monopolize, prophesize an abomination I'll Do it, but you thought it was just music? [Hook:] Passion What the fuck happened Somebody talk to him Motherfuck rapping (Oooooh, where's your passion) [Verse 2:] This for my niggas that log on to All HipHop And listen to niggas they never heard cause they love Hip Hop I got so much drive I never need a pit stop It's scarier than a whole hour of Alfred Hitchcock I'll probably make your bottom lip drop when my shit drop I'm in tip top condition With a hustler's ambition Ounce after ounce, me and Jizzle keep twisting Until we get twisted like the caps on snitches Just know our little passion will take you a long way Like Pussy & Patron can salvage a long day I dive head first in a verse and swim away And pull a pen out and throw a grenade at your brigade Like a Skin Head, you're a barber that can't fade I'm up all night trying to come up with something crazy So while you sleeping like a baby I'm a seal up the deal, no relation to the navy [Hook] [Verse 3:] Uhn I wake up in the morning and compose a rhyme doper than the last time before I even opened my eyes Open-minded to the truth, but not naive to what is fiction I probably love this more than my bitch, say I'm trippin' Leave your ass in a ditch, if you can dig it You mad cause I found my niche and you didn't Too fucking bad Fuck with Ab And so you know, every sentence, it is from the Soul [Alori Joh Sings] [Ab-Soul randomly talks]

Never Blink

THE JACKA
This that new shit nigga Follow my lead bitch [Verse 1: Jacka] I prolly smoked alot of hop in my weed befo And it made a nigga crazy but I'm loungin tho Niggas hope that they gun stay from round me yo Call up cause be like "blood need a pound of that dro" Times is gettin hectic man I'll pay you back later Fightin a case cause ya boy done went to school with a kata I felt nothin man it's really nuthin It's been so long since Jacka felt somethin I keep comin with lines that keep numbin ya face like coke lines She keep hummin the background, what that sound like? Shit, I shoulda stayed in school or somethin Now I'm fresh out the county huntin down my runners You feel me? [Chorus: x2] [Jacka:] I, hit the block high [J. Stalin:] make the song cry [Jacka:] got the eyes of a snake [J. Stalin:] never blink never cry [Jacka:] I, only move weight so I can live one time, I'm a real nigga you can hear it in my rhymes [Verse 2: J. Stalin] Today I opened the paper Seen about 5 of my niggas, 2 got hit with a kata 2 got hit with a nine 1 in critical condition Plus they found my niggas mama on the shore with that fish That's why I smoke alot bo in blunt & I Pull the ski mask down hoppin out the suicides I'm on a suicide, don't really care if I die Cause so many of my niggas done died, & it's like a jungle Sometimes I wonder how I keep from goin under Plus these mothafuckas keep, stealing my bundle But I'm a nutso, from west o you must know Catch me in a Marauder with ya baby mama I'm a baby gorilla got banana clips for the drama Knock a nigga off than feed him to the piranhas Gotta be around for when my son come out my baby mama [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Dubb 20] Man my life ain't no walk in the park I spent many nights alone, in the cold, lost in the dark Me & my sister, nothin but death can break us apart Inside I'm superman ain't nothin breakin this heart Yeah mama ain't raised no punk, taught me the basics Never graze shit, whenever it's funk Taught me to reign shit, take shit, whenever I want And if a nigga like "whassup? ", then leave him with lumps That's exactly what I do, follow my mamas rules Of e, not d, cause that's what my mama use I'm thuggin dude, I drug abuse, look at me I'm from the gutter why the fuck should I be happy? My hair nappy, plus I grew up broke, And I'm still livin broke, what I grow up for? I wish they never had me shoulda let me go If you feelin how I'm feelin yo let me know Might twist up some rope & just let me blow Rob make the beat hot & just let me flow The dope I chase the hood boys know my face I'm runnin stuck in place, man there's no escape [Chorus x2]

Reverse

P. DIDDY "Forever"
[Puffy] I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of ya'll mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all O's I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm You came to get money man That shit been long gone, come on [Shyne] Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal, from my rivals Cross the t's and dot the i's and Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me I reply casually Come what God would be if He was a straight G Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride [Redman] Yo yo yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge All rise This gun'll knock plants off tall guys We value-packs, y'all small fries (Yo, I'm from the projects) Yo, but on the floor tied Don't matter, we'll take up all size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jive In church dressed in cordoroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door wide Stolen Bonneville in New York High [G-Dep] Reversin' the plot Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot And I be the person to watch If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts Buy the cassette, rewind it to death Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet You got it to bet That's just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz I'm why you smell herb in the crib Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful Indo out-do, intro to outro [Sauce Money] I'm the hottest thing spittin' so go warn your clique Them niggas y'all look up to is on my dick Sauce motherfuckin' born to hit I get so far up in your ass, think I was on some shit Look, you against me is really nothin' to see Who, when, where, what it's gon' be I don't give a fuck if it's he or she I'm the virgin of hip hop Nobody fuckin' with me I know your type, you a ride dick nigga Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga Out of turn speakin', first one leakin' Always the Suzuki side kick nigga Bitches don't cast stones down, they throw bricks Why I come through and tell 'em to blow dick These nigga's the nicest No, go fish Sauce, you da best motherfucker, no shit [Cee-Lo] You're treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated Observe it from over there, ok Ain't It obvious we overheated You talkin' that slick shit But I jus' know that you meant me But evidently, you don't know I get your ass gone permanently It ain't complex I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next Do a drive-by on your project, take the traps Come on and get some of our gun craps I'll straighten out the nigga now When I snap, make your chest cavity collapse When I glide the entire map With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up Look in my eyes, I'm not scared Sucka, you heard what I said If you don't wanna get dead No it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the go-rilla The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule [Busta] Don't hold me back, you bet How many nigga's think they fuckin' with mines A nigga God blessed with such an undeniable shine I hope you know there's nothin' fresher The manifester apply the pressure Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester Now fix your fuckin' face up Empty the chest of drawers before I stretch your jaw Everybody hit the fuckin' floor Only the real mother fuckers belong I hope nigga's don't end the party before we finish the song (Bitch nigga) You be the last to come and harrass, reflect on the past When I used to pull spine outcho ass Live nigga's go stack money, continue to bill shit Long as I'm in this fucker I'm determined to kill shit Zap nigga's like cellular flips and swell up your lips Fuck with so much dick in their ass it's shrinkin' her hen house Hey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your trigger Salute the legacy of these throroughly recognized niggas

Banned From Tv

Capone-N-Noreaga/Noreaga/N.O.R.E. "N.O.R.E."
N.O.R.E, the movie comin soon (Timbaland, SHUT THE FUCK UP) Tryin to be out in '98, you know ??? (Im tryin to watch this movie) This the real shit (Shut the fuck UP!!!!!) '98, its ours [Nature] Ay Yo, Ay yo, Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail I kick street tales, choking niggas like i'm sprewell golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand blow you away like its part of the plan i gotta call it like I see it, talk it like I be it walkin my walk, thugged out orthopedic cause i'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up niggas try to stick me like abdul lerima, follow the leader make me go extra hard, yo nore should I hold back or show the repirtore quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers i show them why its so hard to reach us i get pussy with my fathers features puff heavenly, see me at 6'1 weigh a buck 70 catch me in spots yall niggas never be packed in like green bay harlem week to queens day performing acapella, no dj 98 live, no replays make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend that its them again, nature noreaga, wild gremlins [Big Pun] Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks pour on the fort knox lazura shark salad with cabbage pork chops and applesauce twin connection, disrepect watch your body cave in pump the shotty guagin, hit the shorty while he potty training i ain't playing, i'm truly the worst simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead i'ma a bubble-head, I never listen to nothing my mother said ay yo I hold niggas ransom for money like johhny handsome been sonning niggas for so long i think I got a grandson my passion is money, a stash and a honey that won't ask questions but will blast anybody thats my kind of girl, kinda of world I want to live in not a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle we know the riddles of life where others know only a little [Cam'ron] yo, yo been in rich places, sick places seen my story on 6,666 pages wages, I wrote six aces and at the same dice games, I caught six cases all over big faces, now it's tipped laces ready to dig faces, but the bang it ain't bitch spaces, niggas loading up they rib cages cats like to rip places bloody lip tastes, but the Cam is in big races? but I stay in import the pig places but the world know the girl though i fuck her off a furlough she'll be up, hook me up all your sales could be luck only question for these ducks is baby girl can we fuck you the type that need a wife thought L-o-x told yall the key to life asshole, yo I don't play around i lay it down fuck around, I spray around flick a biscuit, nigga risk it my ass, you can kick or kiss it [Jadakiss] (Styles) Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this (Bust off) and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips Like 2 thirds of a brick (Paniero and 'Kiss) And kiss the crystal white fluffy part in the (back of a whip) (See the plan is to stash all), and cash yall (The weed so strong), they gotta put it glass jars Niggas try to smoke me out, (mope me out) Cuz the rims on my new joint be poking out (I'm about to have no feelings, shit is deep) Do they dance with the devil when they sleep (I wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit) Shit that they kick in ya ear, when your soul be driftin in air My gift is half-rotten when I spit it tears That shit'll drop down my eye, I'm too tired to cry, (and I ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die) (They say you get what you ask for) So get it cuz you asked for it (If a nigga ain't a thief) then he better have the cash for it And we gonna be around til ya body rot And if the feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got What! What! What! What! [Noreaga] yo,yo! ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain the other smoke chronic like straight to the brain ay yo lets get loose, hennesey straight, with tomato juice queens stallion, my guns, fully italian now yall niggas recognize medallions i play the best hood, o-t with tim westwood used to be on section 8, now my section is good thugged out niggas, we eat as much as we could and I don't give a fuck what! yo I save my shit and I don't give a fuck what! you can save your shit yall niggas like extra skin on my dick listen to bob marley, you funny niggas like steve harvey frontin live with a weak army i play the nice guy too, i'll smoke wit you but the realness, I ain't got no love for you thats why I never do a song with you not even if your babies mom fucked the crew and promised to give us head and swallow too i still say no, no is no, no can doe ya niggas drinking henneray, drinking my flow yo, thug shit thug shit what what what the fuck is the deal thugged out entertainment untertainment l-o-x terror squad this shit is fucking official

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