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JIM WHITE lyrics - Drill A Hole In That Substrate And Tell Me What You See

That Girl From Brownsville Texas

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I say "God, if you ain't smiling on me, then you ain't no friend of mine." It's late at night and this motel room's drunk, I been listening to the lonesome wind crying. My best friend once said, "Jim, what you cling to, that's the thing that you had best forget. For ain't no rose bed ever gonna bloom in an untended field of regrets." Guess I been busy killing time counting bullet holes in state line signs. I led a life of lonely drifting trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind. You get dizzy chasing 'round the tail of what you need to leave behind. Oh sweet Jesus, won't you help me? 'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of love with that girl from Brownsville, Texas. Midnight radio, a crackly white gospel station kicking out the sounds of some half-assed revival. Me, I never much cared for the feelings you get quoting scriptures from out of the Bible. For as the crow flies I know only one cure for a permanent tear in your eye. You gotta crank like hell that rope on old sorrow's well 'til the day that the bucket comes up dry. [CHORUS] Now dreams are just prayers without the put on airs... and though my history of dreams is a scandal of back-assward schemes and romantic disasters where Lord, you dealt me more cards than I could handle. Still from the lips of this half-hearted sinner comes the pledge of a half-baked saint. 'Cause Lord I might finally be willing to become the religious fool you always wanted me to be... if in return we could just tell that girl I'm the man you and me both know that I ain't. [CHORUS]

Affirmative Action

NAS "It Was Written"
(feat. AZ, Foxy Brown, and Cormega (The Firm)) [Intro: AZ] This is what... this what they want huh This is what it's all about.. What Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, youknowImean Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man Yknahmean Niggaz don't understand the four devils: Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy Wicked niggaz man [AZ the Visualiza] Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape The Corleone, fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black [Cormega] Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people from Medina they will see you when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends U-Conn's and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it [Nas] Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me 'Life's a Bitch,' but God-forbid the bitch divorce me I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar [Foxy Brown] In the black Camaro Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow Wallabee's be the apparel Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle He money bags got Moet, Sean Don Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do My whole team we shittin hard like Czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh! We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through So let's see, if we flip this other key Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another key The Firm baby, volume one uhh..

Backstabber

EMINEM "Infinite"
[Police voice:] Attention all units, attention all units We have an All Points Bulletin out on a man with green hair I repeat, we have an APB on a man with green hair He's armed with a knife, I repeat, he's armed with a knife Proceed with caution, watch your back fella's He could be coming at your girlfriend next [Verse 1:] There's a joker on the loose from the psychiatric ward His face is up on the bulletin board with a reward He'll stab you with a sword don't be fooled by his charm He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair Check at your girl's house, he was last seen there He's has a mean stare but usually crack's jokes Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks [Chorus:] I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good! [Verse 2:] We got the walkie-talkies to keep us all informed Suited up head to toe in detective uniforms Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors Locking down every block and put up metal detectors Protectors and be sure that you stand close Watch each others backs and guard your command post And most of all be advised that he's wise He could be disguised as one of your very own guys [Chorus:] I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good! [Verse 3:] I'm on a solo mission to find him personally To settle the score and beat then him mercifully For what he first did to me It's sure to be the last Following footprints with a magnifying glass To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell I'm mad as hell, on the trail of the tattle tail I heard a yell the voice sounded familiar 'Give me your girlfriend or I'm gonna kill ya' [Chorus:] I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good! [Verse 4:] I followed the voice that led down a flight of steps Sneezing at dust, and swinging at the spider-webs Inside the depths of his basement I taste lint in my mouth, then the lights in the placeÅ went! I saw my life flash in front of my eyes I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs None of my guys knew where I'm at I was doomed Then I remembered the flashlight in my costume [Chorus:] I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good! [Verse 5:] Dealing with backstabber's there was one thing I learned They're only powerful when you got your back turned I yearned for the day that we finally met again So I can give him a taste of his own medicine He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen Cut him at the seam then dragged the fella home Beating him over the head with the telephone [Police voice:] Attention all cars, attention all cars Unit 313 has apprehended the suspect He's going back to the crazy home, I repeat He's going back to the crazy home, how about that [Chorus:] I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good! I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good! I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good!

Shes My Best Friend

BLACK
I run at things too fast, only give them half a chance- Say what you want, what you will, but it's true. I'm far too lazy, I do enough but nothing more. I like to drink, I like to play- Do you too? You never know just what the blues are like until you take a taste of the sweet life. I found an angel, a reason to smile- A best friend. Until I knew her I never knew what a woman can do- Did what she want, did what she will- Is it true? She holds her own, she holds mine too, we do a marry dance. Do what we want, do what we will- Do you too? I brush her hair and it crackles with the static- I never meant to kiss her, it was purely automatic. She's my angel, she's my Betty Blue, she's my best friend. (solo) Her fingers drumming time, drumming time, Drumming on my heating heart. I got it good, I've got it bad- It's true, uh-huh. You never know just what the blues are like until you take a taste of the sweet life. I found an angel, a reason to smile- A best friend. She's gone, she's out of sight, she's my love me tender, my P. G. fright, my lady day in the dead of night, my best friend. She's my best friend. --- Enrique Morano ---

Let It Go

ASAP FERG "Trap Lord"
[Intro - A$AP Yams:] Trap Lord season begins, now repent your sins This Yamborghini on the motherfuckin' check-in You know I had to hang-glide through for this one You know, we at the all-star game right now Eyes closed (swish) shootin' fade aways from half-court (Elbow in the rim and all that) (Y'all still in the D-League doing, uhh, layup drills) Ya feel me? [Hook:] Kill a motherfucka with the magnum forty-four Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road Body full of bullets when they found him on the road Lay a fucker down, spray it at him then reload This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go The semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go The semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload [Verse 1:] Ride Maybachs like Ross (Ugh) 550 Benz four doors Praying for my niggas, they lost Dyin' no thing, they wolves Ridin' on a gang that floss Multiplyin by the gang that bucks Pull a 9 on anything we spark Ménage ain't a thing they whores Pussy so good, need more Let me get in those drawers 5-0 in the corner store He heard all them claps with a round of applause Spit at your back and you lie on the floor Rat-a-tat-tat and you go see the lord Bitch like horse, X In Her Pores Want more sex, all in her jaws Molly! [Hook] [Verse 2:] I'm grippin' the mac and you under attack Spit at your back and you takin' a nap No heart a be pumpin', your body relaxed You talk to me dumb and that's how I react One arm in the air like I'm waving a cab The nine is a bitch and she makin' it clap I'm palmin' a fifth like I'm givin' a dap Be ready to scrap when you talk to the Trap (My condolences) You are now talking to a boss Lou Bang still ride in the Porsche 2-thou for the grill, they cost White gold teeth, no floss Young trap lord like Doss Two bitches in the crib, no drawers She rockin' the mic with her jaws I call that bitch Nicki Minaj She pop more pills no cough When shit get real she spark Givenchy my bitches Smoke that life till you niggas see God Gettin' head in the foreign cars Get the head from the foreign broads Hasta la vista, señor Pussy ass niggas a see Allah (FERGIE) [Hook] [Outro - A$AP Yams:] So it's like, "Fuckin' Problems," platinum (Bling, bling) LongLiveA$AP number one album in the country (Bling blow) sold out tours, what's next? Trap Lord Let these motherfuckers have it Let them know we not playing this year The limb's never been so relaxed, ever It's lonely at the top; all this shrimp, nobody to share it with We ain't trippin' though Y'all walkin' 'round with wrinkled silks, looking crazy Pay your dry-cleaning bill and all that (pay that, pay that) Cause it's like it ain't even a competition no more

Lyle Lovette

ATMOSPHERE "Headshots: SE7EN"
Hoes and tramps Buts and sluts Bitches tricks Tits and butts [Verse 1] Bitches be dreamin for this eight inch demon And when you hear me screamin, I'm about to free the seamen Wipe myself off on your couch cover If she talks any trash I'll flash my box cutters Cause I'm rougher than any pimp you've had in your life hoe I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle Kill that bullshit cause if baby gets trifled I'm lacing the liquor with some piss and some Lysol Roll in a shit-brown Lincoln, eatin' a sticky bun Spot-check the block, big one is gonna gimme some Cause I'm a freak, I like the girls with tattoos I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru I take 'em two at a time, make 'em both say my name Ain't never had three, but best believe that I'm game And that's the key game, girl I fit words like scrabble The inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattle Cruisin' lake street, gene pool ridin' shotgun Got the flyest tricky's from the Mississippi to Boston I've got a house full of porn to keep the vibe warm The doors always open honey, come out of the storm Yo I got daddy's little girls, ones that always stay true I've got an uptown girl she dyes her pubic hair blue And I've got a bitch that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavour She travels on business I'm gettin' down with the neighbors I got a freak that drives the bus, shows me love with free rides One hundred hoes in St. Paul but only one from east side Got a Bloomington bitch with a pool in her apartment Rug burns all over from fucking her on the carpet Got the mega-mall hoes, make them all work the food court Yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports Got a stripper bitch with body jewels and fake titties And a hoe that lives in Fargo for when I escape the city [Hook] But my favorite one, out of all of 'em, is YOUR girl I sway the tongue never once have I been forceful She lays it on like its a job that she loves Who's lips is these? the response is always slugs [Verse 2] The Richfield bitches freak the lip gloss and hairspray Downtown women that like to fuck on the staircase North side chicks, south side chicks, suburban chicks Love to open married women up to the pervertedness Disturbing your relationship, excuse my morals I'm working with the way I trick 'em out, silly mortals The words I kick, the sport I play Now what to say when I'm sittin at this buffet with these tasty morsels [Hook] [Verse 3] Crusin down the street in my babies mom's caprice February got the windows cracked, wearin a fleece Hit the bus depot, yo boo you kinda cute Gimme nine and a half weeks and I'll have that freak flippin two Distribute and come across the ?? I know its hard being young girl, let me soothe the pain I understand you baby, straight up I understand Now lift up your ass so I can pull these fuckin' pants down The only ones I don't do is those under eighteen Or at least I keep that shit a secret if you know what I mean I got sluts that love to give head, and I like to watch The way they move their tongue up and down my... [Outro] Motherfucker! I can't believe your sittin down here Recordin' some bullshit like this (Hey man it's just a song, it's just a song, it's like a joke) Oh, you wanna be a pimp eh? you better take your ass over To that neglected girl you got there. (Why you always trippin' on me in front....) Motherfucker, you got a kid, how you rhyming about some bullshit like this?

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