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JEREMIH lyrics - N.O.M.A. (Not On My Album)

Chillin'

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Before we even start, we gonna need a break The way we been on and on, oooh yea you better know (yea) See the sun going down it’s kinda late (yea) Tell me what you want what you saw on the day when you fell in love (ooohhh) When I’m in the building, feel like it’s the beginning Feel like I made a killin, swear I just made a killin Gotta keep it realin, oh I love this feelin, You know I be chillin, you know I be chillin Feel like I'm off a pill and my whip ain't got no ceiling There goes another day, here comes another million Gotta keep it real and, they ask me how I'm feelin My nigga I'm chillin, my nigga I'm chillin Yea I'm chillin totally, vintage coat all over me She whispered in my ear, like boy don’t act like you ain't notice me I say aye girl you cold to me, she said yea I know to me I say where yo head at, cuz its not where its supposed to be So I stripped her down to that lace, and she said you are a pole to me And up and down she go, girl you got that bomb and blow to me M c4 c4 coco leaf, gon light one up and roll with me, Couple shots of the liq and forget about what we did Take a look at the kid, grown up got big Man ain't shit they can say when I pull up in this whip Man I'm lovin this, I love this shit Now let me go and just say it, every time I push start you never want it to end I'm a rider, despite your girl tyna pull an all nighter Real nigga See all the fake be counterfeit, man this flow just make me sick I overheard you got the boot, cuz you know we be knocking them (now) Before we even start, we gonna need a break The way we been on and on, oooh yea you better know (yea) See the sun going down it’s kinda late (yea) Tell me what you want what you saw on the day when you fell in love (ooohhh) When I’m in the building, feel like it’s the beginning Feel like I made a killin, swear I just made a killin Gotta keep it realin, oh I love this feelin, You know I be chillin, you know I be chillin Feel like I'm off a pill and my whip ain't got no ceiling There goes another day, here comes another million Gotta keep it real and, they ask me how I'm feelin My nigga I'm chillin, my nigga I'm chillin [phone rings] [Groupie:] Hello? [Jeremih:] Yeah? [Groupie:] Yeah? [Jeremih:] What’s Up? [Groupie:] What you mean what’s up? What do you mean what’s up? [Jeremih:] Where you at? [Groupie:] I’m bout to go home, like this is crazy as shit out of me [Jeremih:] What you mean? [Groupie:] What you mean what I mean? Like I called you mad times! And like I’m just sitting here, you could have at least tell me, text me, tell me [Jeremih:] My bad [Groupie:] Huh? [Jeremih:] My bad I was in here finishing up this shit, you know I was tryna finish up this shit [Groupie:] Were still in the city J! [Jeremih:] So what you wanna do? [Groupie:] What you mean what do I wanna do? Wha what are you doing? [Jeremih:] What you wanna do? Yea! [Groupie:] I'm gonna come, but like are you gonna be at the hotel? [Jeremih:] You coming by yourself? [Groupie:] If you want me to come by myself, I will [Jeremih:] Ye, How you gonna propose something to me and then say if I want to? [Groupie:] Ok J, but like you gotta understand she was out here waiting too, like shhh…I, Ill call her and tell her, but you don’t want me to yourself? Either or? [Jeremih:] You tweaking you know what I was on, I was tryina finish up this shit, I told you I gotta drop this shit tomorrow, and yea I just took my they took my phone so I had… [music kicks back in] You know what I like tho [x12]

Minus One

40 BELOW SUMMER "Invitation To The Dance"
So come on turn me loose And keep it tight - tight like that noose What's wrong with this picture Shit flies when I pull the trigger Too bad repercussion Shit stomp to a face that I'm crushin Back off and let it be Or I'll take you below 40 degrees (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) I'll make you hear this (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) I'll make you feel this (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) Stuff this down your throat Tight rope - let's see if this shit floats I rip you up - like a chainsaw Rearrange - to forget what you came for Don't talk - just listen Don't change - your position Fuck you - if you don't like this You don't like this, bitch - you can bite this (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) I'll make you hear this (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) I'll make you feel this (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) I can not contain this I can not explain this I am so deranged - it's on (but do you really wanna dance (do you want to) Don't walk away just as I'm about to Fuck 'er

Back Down (With Gay Guy At End Lol)

NELLY
Yeah, G-G-Un-G-G-G-Unit! (G-Unit!) Haha.. [Chorus] It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN Everywhere I go both coast with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold SHAQ DOWN Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin erase them Your succes is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowing that, if you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade like to be Suge You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood Maybe I'm so disrespectfull cuz to me you're a mistery I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop frontin Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot ha, ha pussy.. [Chorus] 'This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around' That's Ja's lil punk ass thinking out loud Southside till I die, that's just how I get down I'm back in the game Shawty, to +Rule+ and conquer You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah's and crack child Them niggaz they just SUCK, they no good I ain't never heard a nigga say 'they like them in the hood' I'm back better than ever, on top of my game Even them country boys sayin '50 we feelin you man' Now stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own... BAD GUY (BAD GUY) [Chorus] I ain't gonna tell nobody you pussy I ain't gonna tell nobody you gettin extored It ain't over...(G-Unit!) I've been patiently waiting to BLOOOOOWWW Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the '50 Cent Show' This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun Now that I'm back, you can't sleep I'm a nightmare huuhhh? You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for you life well you done heard bout them guns I done bought, right? I ain't going nowhere, I done told you nigga I'm a G-Unit mothafuckin soldier nigga (They not gon like you) I know, I know... haha (G-Unit!) oh no he didn't say ANYTHING about Ja, Ok? Ja is MY BOO, ok? Jeffery Atkins ain't never hurt NOBODY and y'all KNOW! Big thangs come in small packages...HOLLA! Now everythang was cool, until, 50 Cent, came back into the picture They better not put they hands on Jeffery! Ok first of all, they don't know that I. am. a. 12. degree. Pinkbelt. ok? I will dice his ass up like a LITTLE piece of celery! ok 'cuz see, they don't know me, DELICIOUS, do they know me? Ok. I thought so.. 'Cuz you know that I know karate, and I will see him and I will 'Jet Li' his ass! Whit-Cha-AAHHH!

Stress Factor

ANDRE NICKATINA
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head Sometimes I sit alone And look deep into my soul And I starrin' down at something That's very out a control Tolerence at zero Emotions dead and gone If indo was a pebble Man consider me stoned Patience low I rest to go I got's to get ahead Mothafuck these hoes And them po-pos I gots to get my bread The streets say nothing nice They crooked like the idus And everybody dippin seein Who can get the highest But check this out Man, without a doubt And about who's comin' fresher And about that cab And protect that ass Don't panic under pressure My stabbin' like a whip Or better an alligator Temper going up and down like a Like a fucking elevator Bitch I want it now Don't give me no delay's My hustle got me trippin Liftin' from my turn away's Man this life is real No time to be an actor And I'll play that no man Let me know It's just a stress factor I want to grow old Have a kid and a place to sleep A down ass wife And when I die I'll rest in peace But man that's all a dream This donja got me bleak It got me feelin good But I forgot what I did last week Now look at my face This shit ain't fake The pain done turn to pressure Every nigga that know man feel me tho Don't cop down to a lessa My mother woke me up One day said "boy you gettin grown" Your momma has 3 jobs Your momma is gettin old So I took it as a hint When on my mission spree Mind full of hatred Got me fucka, time is hard you see That monkeys on my back And I can't get him off So whatever I do Mom it's just for you No matter what the cost I put that on my life Everything I see is dark Money is rare But I don't care Man stop that niggaz heart He's comin like a big wheel I'm comin like a tractor Man take this hate Run it's too late Man it's the stress factor Some think that I'm The Man Some think my shit don't stink But yes it do I thought you knew I'm not a coward or a fink One side of my heart got love The other side is hate And boy that hate is stealin love Right in it's fuckin face Women ask me how I'm livin I tell them day by day With a donja joint That lovely voice Of Mr. Marvin gay Man I gots to get away That just might do some good But every time I gets away I miss the fuckin hood My homie lost his job He don't know how to react So I do our thangs to help him out Like took a little crack But that shit's over rated And it gets Complicated But you would never know From that cat flow And the way the pictures painted Motherfuckers whisper And think I don't hear them And wonder why I'm over high And never will go near them Much love to all my niggas From workin' men to jackas Cause no matter what you feel it's Cause it's called the stress factor

Say Word

FAT JOE "Jealous One's Envy"
[Fat Joe] Yeah, don't get it fucked up This shit is realer than you think Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream Drivin them beemers, them NSX's, them Lexus All up in the clubs, buyin out the bars and shit Uhh, money man in the house Yeah, uhh.. Sparks are flashin from oowops blastin A face gets bashed in for street crews clashin Forever be forever great It's the same shit tomorrow, eulogies of sorrow Nonstop dramas, chumps think they hard smokin It's all for steel my son, light as a tongue The connections I got, I can lamp while you get done Remember that, I dismember cats that act A plain and simple fact is I react on impact I'm plenty versatile, wild Have you screamin like your head short a few vials No more slabs and dollar cabs Strictly Lexus Coupes with my troops feel the Alpine blast Extra dark tints, for sticky events Suspense makes the lead dispense A baby oil massage when I'm feelin intense Fly mami's with ki's taped to their bo-ties Transportin through a airport securities In cahoots with the San Juan authorities Hated by majorities, loved by minorities Uhh, the top dog, Hazardous to your health like smog Chorus: Fat Joe (repeat 2X) (Say word) Word! Fuck what you heard Shit is realer than you think, you niggaz must be slow (Say word) Word! You best to act like you know It's that real nigga shit from Fat Joe [Fat Joe] Business chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters at Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of Peirier Chick go for celly book a room at the Holiday Inn, so I can get her and a friend Menage a trois livin the life of a star Overweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seams While you suckers havin limousine dreams I got you all sized up, niggaz wise up A Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys up Word to mother, shit is realer than you think Hit my lady with diamond rings, gold links and minks A nickel-plated trey-deuce, pearl handle is pink So there's no muggin, all you niggaz must be buggin The mac in the trunk's what I'm luggin (Say word) GEYEAH, save it for the hook Terror Squad's everywhere you look Niggaz is vexed from all the hoes I took From Trinity Ave all the ways down the Brook Chorus 1.5X [Fat Joe] Yeah, goin out to my nigga Big Frank 1-7-0 Joe Notorious One, yeah Uncle Dan got my back Charlie Rock L.D., up in Auburn, doin your time Swear to God when you come home you'll be on nigga Word is bond, Tony Montana, rest in peace

I Can't Give Back The Love I Feel For You

DUSTY SPRINGFIELD "Brand New Me"
(Ashford / Simpson / Holland) Here's a tear For a souvenir And a dream Torn at the seams Here's a promise that you made to me of love It's more than I'll ever see And then you're free to go But I can't give back the love I feel for you Gonna be stuck with it no matter what I do Take these eyes that once could see Now reflections of my misery And happiness I thought would last Is now becoming just a thing of the past But I can't give back the love That's a part of me If you want just a little bit You'll have to take all of me Simply adore 'Til the world don't go round no more Here's the ring That didn't mean a thing And letters you wrote That gave my young heart hope Take the pillow where my dreams were made And the mind where the thought of you stayed But, baby, you should know That I can't give back the love I feel for you Gonna be stuck with it no matter what I do Take these arms that held you close And follow up the one you need the most Take these hands no good to me That used to touch you so tenderly But I can't give back the love That's a part of me If you want just a little bit You'll have to take all of me No, I can't give back the love that I feel for you, yeah Gonna be stuck with it no matter, no matter what I do No, I can't give back the love that's a part of me, yeah Gonna be stuck with it no matter, no matter what I, what I do Gonna get stuck Gonna get stuck

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