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JAY-Z lyrics - In My Lifetime Vol. 1

Sunshine

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(feat. Babyface, Foxy Brown) [Jay-Z] What, tssh, y'all, what Jigga, uhh uhh uhh, uh-huh Pa-pa, uhh, pa-pa, uhh The G, Roc-A-Fella y'all Who be, in a Japanese restaurant, eating sushi Drinking saki, it's me, and my mami with the doobie Cutie, smellin like Tiaka, half-Phillipine thing For now, let's call her Suki, got me this booty bangin Properly, in Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance A thing of beauty, watch me, body crazy Tits Firm like Nature, Foxy, Nas and AZ Truly reason to bug the toolie and keep laced in jewelry watch me Girlie tried to lure me and lock me you gotta get up early Cause who's gettin played is not me 'Surely you jest,' she said, 'if you thought I was purely out for the bucks you woulda bucked stuck and dropped me' I said maturely, 'You right but better safe than sorry, but for the lovebirds can move to the suburbs, I need to double check your story To make sure that you one of a kind And you deserve to be my Sunshine' [Chorus: Babyface (variations not listed except for first time)] Touch me with, a heart of gold (uh-huh) I can't go a day without my sunshine (uh-huh) ahh-haaa (say what uhh) Touch me with, a smile of gold (yeah) I can't go a day without my sunshine, sunshine (uhh, uhh, uhh) [Jay-Z, (Foxy Brown)] A year gone, and she seein things most chicks only hear in songs (uh-huh) keep in gear phenom Lots of ice in the air, round the neck the charm (that's right) Risked a four to life bid to keep that shit on her arm Keep her impressed at all times, cats would love to creep (uh-huh) just to say they crept with mine, slept with mine, she said [Foxy Brown, (Jay-Z)] I ain't deaf nor blind, niggaz stressin Hatin cause they less than mine, they wanna sex me We chose each other, you actin like you chose me They oppose you then, they oppose me We could creep at a low speed, the gat in the hosiery Double cross you they got to triple cross me (I'm thinking that's the way it's supposed to be) Uh-huh (One more thing: If I ever go broke, would you hit the block for me) Fo' sho' (She replied, eyes open wide) Uhhhh (Put that on everything) I put that on my life (Right) [Chorus] [Jay-Z, (Foxy Brown)] If I needed would you, give me your kidneys (Uhh, uhh, fo' sho') Catch a case you catch it with me (Mmm, fo' sho') Pawn your jewlery to come get me (You better know) Catch me with a chick, forgive me (Uhh, now that, I don't know) They spread rumors, will you defend me, tooth and nail (Uh-huh) They try to frame me, will you be there, till the truth prevail (uhh) (But would you be the same dude, when you blow the roof off sales that you was, throwin rocks, at the Roof at 12, nigga) This is the truth I shell, till the loot gets frail I put this on my nephews, from the smallest to the pale Me and you ballin, from the heavens, or the hell Won't let you hit the ground if I'm fallin myself Now picture me leavin you in this cold world, rollin for delf It's me and you in this old girl, we takin the belt From the lows, to the highs, to the foes we shine Just continue to be my Sunshine (uhhh) [Chorus 2X]

In My Continental

ATMOSPHERE "Seven's Travels"
[CHORUS] In my Continental Splinter off the mental When you want the best show Never accept anything less Elements of purpose True love from the first kiss Spread it on the surface Sit back and watch the progress [VERSE 1: Slug] T-t-t-t-t-t-teacher, teacher, how can I learn patience? Planted in the middle and outside of your nation Take the care to build a familiar foundation Speak to the youth that keep the truth sacred Free the, free the good inside your heart Your neighborhood, it needs you to travel with your art From New York to Cali, some day they'll all know Cincinnati, Milwaukee, Chicago Now I've come a long way from the younger days When I used to look up curse words in my dictionary If life's a game, gotta choose a side to play If I gotta pick a position I'ma pick missionary I've had a little bit too much to think tonight But it's cool, I be alright, just make sure that I keep travellin Your reactions only reinforce the previous thoughts You'd feel the distance even if the bridge was collapsin Well, kudos and props and every hollow desire That you could conjure in an instant that it takes to breathe I got my Duplos and blocks and Lincoln Logs for when it's time to build I wait patiently for them to catch up to speed (And I'll be) [CHORUS] [VERSE 2: Slug] T-t-t-t-t-t-t-teacher, teacher, show me what you know now Load up your van with musicians and go south Visit Atlanta, Memphis, Tulsa, Texas Plug in the decks, check the mics, fight the wreckage Keep the, keep the motive in your movement Let em know where you come from and show them how you do it Children are the focus, give em one to grow with Learn em how to take they minutes, turn em into moments See, nowadays cats think they on some next And they sacrifice they voice just to go over heads If I felt as if I had somethin special to tell Why would I work against myself and hide it under my belt? I used to try to lace the phrases with magic tricks Every paragraph needed translation attached to it They saw the style, respected the craft But all I did was confuse em, would try to get em to laugh Painted pictures in the primer, no one got the pulp Found the humor, the anger and the insult Why should I waste any oxygen Tryin to find the in-between-the-lines that they get lost within? I'm out there for the craft, for the cause The laughter, the applause, the passion for the flaws The fact that I'ma draw some heads to what I'm feelin Lift em all up until they try to touch the ceiling Come on and reach the, reach the masses won by singular They hold you and they smile when they feel what you can bring to the Culture and sow it, cultivate the flow with Breath control and he kept it whole, be- Cause piece by piece the picture turns to puzzle If you lose a few those that remain change into rubble Freedom is a word not heard from those that own it Can't fix the machine if you don't have the components (And I'll be) [CHORUS] Cause we're not from this planet We come from somewhere else And you can't understand it Cause you don't know yourself But when the time is right Our path will be unveiled Till then you seek your light While I sit and bite my nails

Tha G In Deee

SNOOP DOGG "Snoop Dogg Presents: Tha Eastsidaz"
Intro: Snoop Dogg Yeah man, let me holla at my nephew Tray-Deee Nephew, I can't believe these motherfucking stupid ass bitches man I done told em time and time and time again Well I guess they don't hear me So uh, why don't you let me know Matter fact let them know how you feel about these motherfucking hoes [Verse 1] I can't explain how I came 'cross the game I got More likely from parlayin with these thangs alot Be on the gangsters jocks, soon as they spot that you clockin These snakes'll plot, and then be all in your pockets Droppin little hints 'bout they rents and bills When you tell em you can't help em wanna twist they grills Like you owe em once you show em that you're interested When they knowin you be wantin just to hit and dig I aint got shit to give, but hard dick and conversation And talkin end, when I commit the penetration I toss at them, if it was proper we could kick it When we cross again, but you know aint no commitment I want ya when I need ya, and that's the procedure I call you and fall through, strictly at leisure And only keep ya, until you start to cost me Then I reverse the game til ya back up off me Kill em softly HOOK 1: Bitches aint shit, I said it before, and I say it again, Tray Deee Bitches aint shit, they only fuckin with your homies Cuz they know you got a grip Bitches aint shit, I said it before, and I'ma say it again, Tray-Deee Bitches aint shit, they only fuckin with your homies Cuz they know you got a grip [Tray Deee talking over HOOK] I done peeped these knucleheads all dogg These bitches on the gold rush This aint 1849 quit that pan handling hoe This '99, you tryin to get yours, but I need all mine You knowhatimsayin [Verse 2] I keep the energy caught her eyein me down Back when she first started hangin around In Long Beach got real deep on some real G sex So you got served bitch now what's next I ride on the side while we slide in my broom Old goons can't get with the foon Naw I'm on another level, let's get in your shit Blowin herb while we swerve and we spend your chips Drain me and take me to the finest spots Out the dinin shop and buy me diamond rocks It's a privilege to get the dick and fuck wit me Knowin the whole way I roll is in luxury I'm a major type of player out for ruling the game Every line I design is for schoolin a dame When I approach I let 'em know it's all money and sex But I gotta be blessed before we make 'em connect HOOK 2: Snoop Dogg and Tray Dee overlap I check a bitch as quick as Goldie the mac And keep them quarter sacks and holdin my straps I only want what's in the middle of they laps And plus I hump before I get 'em for they snaps (repeat) [Verse 3] I can't conceive spendin cheese just to please a broad When eventually intentions be to leave 'em all In the minus, no matter if they the finest Then recognize the price come with rollin with riders You can't expect to step up in my company And we just fuck for free, and you not touchin me With some fine ass why chance gettin involved And be callin me a dogg after hittin them draws I'm out to ball, so keep all emotions in check And don't be tryin to test what you're sure to regret Thinkin you gon be sinkin up inside my profits Bitch you got twist but you needs to stop it I'm cold on the hold like the frozen snow For my dough unless we both tryin to make it grow I think you know, my bank be mo', than us kickin it What's mine is mine, but what's yours we splittin it HOOK 1 [Tray Deee over HOOK 1] I got three questions for a bitch though Where mines at, what's takin you so long to kick it in And how long this gon take you to get me some more hoes You know...

Call It A Democracy

Bruce Cockburn
padded with power here they come international loan sharks backed by the guns of market hungry military profiteers whose word is a swamp and whose brow is smeared with the blood of the poor who rob life of its quality who render rage a necessity by turning countries into labour camps modern slavers in drag as champions of freedom sinister cynical instrument who makes the gun into a sacrament -- the only response to the deification of tyranny by so-called developed nations' idolatry of ideology north south east west kill the best and buy the rest it's just spend a buck to make a buck you don't really give a flying fuck about the people in misery IMF dirty MF takes away everything it can get always making certain that there's one thing left keep them on the hook with insupportable debt see the paid-off local bottom feeders passing themselves off as leaders kiss the ladies shake hands with the fellows open for business like a cheap bordello and they call it democracy and they call it democracy and they call it democracy and they call it democracy see the loaded eyes of the children too trying to make the best of it the way kids do one day you're going to rise from your habitual feast to find yourself staring down the throat of the beast they call the revolution IMF dirty MF takes away everything it can get always making certain that there's one thing left keep them on the hook with insupportable debt

Get Ignit

WESTSIDE CONNECTION "Bow Down"
[Ice Cube] Security, yall might as well throw me out a this bitch right now Get ignit, ge.. ge.. get ignit Look, my garage is not a mirage I got a car collage for my entourage We like Dolomite when we stop at the light Cause the rims keep spinnin' and the bitches keep grinnin' And these niggas keep winnin', and they must be sinnin' Cause all they do is party with a whole lota women now, My Grand-mamma even call me a dummy An ignit little bastard how I'm spendin' my money I tell her, That's why your not as fly as your grandson, Handsome with a pocket full of ransom, It ain't trickin' if you got, pull it out'cha pocket, Baby drop it like a hydraulic Shake it like your super-sonic Make me psychotic when that booty look bionic So if you see the crowd movin' Nigga don't be scared it's just us payers, come on [chorus:] [Ice Cube] Just like you figured, I'm whippin' niggas, And we all witit, get ignit To all the booty shakers, to all the money makers, Fuck the undertakers, get ignit Shake it all about ,turn the party out, Pour Bacardi out, get ignit If you full grown, and you tryin' to bone, Fuck goin' home, get ignit [Mack 10] I keeps it way mean for the green, more muscle than a hawk, And whether it's soft or hard I sells it all in bulk, And it ain't no secret, we puts it all down in front of ya, With a D cartel from Cali to Columbia, And I'm so hood with it, man it's hard to explain, Accuse anybody my OG's is to blame, And I'm so cold wit it it's like ice in my veins, Knee deep it the game, I'll put a price on your brains, See me, I can double up twice with dem thangs, Put it on a plane, with it strapped tight to the frame fuck it, Even move ‘em on a bus or the train Mack dime the dopeman pushin' dust and the caine When I bust through green yard, when I'm back I'm fat Got that rubber band cabbage, ten thousand a stack, I know them folks on me homie, got me under attack, I'm still pullin' on a cuban with a big cup of gnac come on [CHORUS] [WC] Yeah, Off the richter, gettin' ignit, Who the nigga drinkin' dark liquor, hittin' up the neighborhood watch members, Zoned out, with the Kandy Brougham out, Rag on my mirror, with the brains blown out, Dub Cizzle, I'm in these streets, not industry, And there ain't no remedy, for these penitentiary tendencies, Bang loose with the strap cocked heat, Some figurin' niggas still bailin' through the swap meet, Janky, I'm full of that Hanky, in the six double zero, Smokin' weed eatin' chili cheese fritos ?? Fuck with Dub nigga I'll knock your french braids out, Get it understood, I bang the hood, No falsehood, it's all good All mine I keep it all hood, Gettin' it, pussy I'm hittin' it, Drinkin' till I'm belligerent, Turn this up and watch Dub get ignit nigga [Chorus: x2] [WC] Get it understood, I bang the hood, No falsehood, it's all good All mine I keep it all hood Get it understood, I bang the hood, No falsehood, it's all good All mine I keep it all hood

Shot Off

Eightball "Living Legends"
(feat. Ludacris) [Intro: Eightball] He he he, yeeah [Verse 1: Eightball] What kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe Like his jaw got a battery, this nigga always know Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on lock Nobody invited you and still you got up in the spot Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance, mind my business You, somebody talk, you in they mouth like a dentist We keep it gangsta, mommas love it cause they know it's real Like UGK, 'we keeps it real' mobbin' through the field Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill You for it, images without no coke connect pills We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know the deal We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit secret features Game preachers move yo' pimpin' for you mamasitas We players on the field, y'all niggaz in them bleachers [Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)] You talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh) You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga [Verse 2: MJG] Man, come on now, you done shot off just like Mike Davis lost a knockoff Or his tight-ass shirt when the button pop off You standin' it's snowin' you got yo' shoes and socks on Who holds the key No fucking bout it, I broke the lock off I grew the top off, took the comma, period, dot off And ran on wit it and broke you a whole lot off I'm gettin' hot and startin' to boil, don't turn the pot off You just affected wit it, pimpin' yo, get yo' rocks off Release some pressure, stop all that cryin' and wipe ya snot off Excuses you be usin' for losin' it's cheap as hot sauce Earn yo' position, stop hatin' beacuse you not boss M-J-G, pimp tight, I'm movin' yo' spot off And I don't reach, stoppin' yo' plans, fucking yo' plot off I go hard and I don't sheave and I'm not off And livin' on the edge rebellin' I'm never dropped off Like Aaron Hall, 'Don't Be Afraid' bitch, call the cops off [Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)] [Verse 3: Ludacris] Now you can either check yo' ego at the do' (door) or let the drama unfold And check my Rap Sheet, BITCH, I'm almost ten million sold I'm only rappin' cause I want to, I got enough plaques Needless to say, my favorite rappers told me to get on this track And so I DID it, quickly wrote my sixteen down and SPIT it By the end of the verse you'll say, 'once again, Ludacris SHIT it' Then I'll wipe this wit yo' face and put yo' pride in the trash My whole career is like my video, I'm showin' my ass I keeps it, 'gangsta, gangsta!' shooters and shanksters Until you shot off motherfuckers, I'm a 'thank ya, thank ya!' Runnin' yo' mouth behind my back until you run out of time But at least yo' talkin' let's me know some millions stay on yo' mind It ain't nothin' wrong wit that Tell em grabbin' the thang and then I put it to yo' brain And change everything you ever hope fo' (for) wit the .44 You'll be fallin' back And Yacht - is what I'm drinkin' steady thinkin' bout these pinks chasin' I'm bout to bring home the bacon [Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 4X)]

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