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TQ lyrics - Second Coming

Daily

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[Chorus] Daily, seems like i just can't get ahead As soon as i get out the bed It's always something going on to drive me crazy I try to keep from going insane But i can't help but rack my brain About what i'm gonna do This type of shit be happening daily I water my grass Just to take a load off There's just so much on my mind There goes my cell phone It's always ringing Can't get no time alone And it's my girlfriend, trippin' I don't know what you talkin' ‘bout But you making me so damn mad Cause you don't have to raise your voice And now we arguing Why this always happening I just been busy I'm doing new album And it's got me working [Chorus] Daily, seems like i just can't get ahead As soon as i get out the bed It's always something going on to drive me crazy I try to keep from going insane But i can't help but rack my brain About what i'm gonna do This type of shit be happening daily I check my mailbox Sony is late again (damn) And Monday is a holiday (I can't get paid) Look at the TV Just lost Steve Young for two weeks And the play offs started last week And i put 200 on with four my homies My rover is leaking oil in my drive way And big daddy just cracked my rim On the lexus as he drove away But he got my house keys And i just lock the door I look to the lord above And its startin' to rain I swear this shit be happening [Chorus] Daily, seems like i just can't get ahead As soon as i get out the bed It's always something going on to drive me crazy I try to keep from going insane But i can't help but rack my brain About what i'm gonna do This type of shit be happening daily Ain't got time for nothin' no more Either in the studio or on tour Everybody gettin' mad Cos i don't get back to ‘em fast enough It's crazy I can't get enough but i want some more Cos i still ain't got what i came here for Until i get it It's a fact that I know shit don't happen [Chorus] Daily, seems like i just can't get ahead As soon as i get out the bed It's always something going on to drive me crazy I try to keep from going insane But i can't help but rack my brain About what i'm gonna do This type of shit be happening daily [Chorus] Seems like i just can't get ahead As soon as i get out the bed It's always something going on to drive me crazy I try to keep from going insane But i can't help but rack my brain About what i'm gonna do This type of shit be happening daily [Chorus] Seems like i just can't get ahead As soon as i get out the bed It's always something going on to drive me crazy I try to keep from going insane But i can't help but rack my brain About what i'm gonna do This type of shit be happening daily [chorus to fade]

Going Crazy

JIM JONES
Yo Game you hear all this shit Chuck man (Jim Jones) Theys the wrong terms (The Game) Another day another dollar man (Jim Jones) Dry my tears in this 40 ounce J (The Game) Yeah man I'm a crack this jack man (Jim Jones) Fuck it man walk me through Harlem down 105th deep or somethin (The Game) Shit man take me through Compton man right I'll see the block with the gz man (Jim Jones) Let's ride (The Game) Yeah so what we tryin to say is I'm a rep the East (Jim Jones) And I'm a rep the West (The Game) And we gonna do this shit together so you know what that is? (Jim Jones) Let's go! (The Game) [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Go alive through this ride feel like B.I.G. and Pac (ready to die) Go alive up in my ride through the city blocks (all eyes on me) Eve alive watch when I drive for the wicked cops (all day) Got the call the other night they hear my nigga shot (the killed J.B.!) They hear the sigh with the steady blicka That was my guy when he ride if he got any bigga (gz up homie) Got a payment in the blood in the heavy liquor That we threw up on the floor for so many niggas (R.I.P.) It's like my rage has a venomous flare Like my hood is in the enemy square Police like watch for the cops how they roll on my set We holdin glocks and know we a threat (EASTSIDE) We on them blocks when we roll through the jets We load the lock that's the code of my set (gz UP!) Takes more to fare o coin for gz through a tone You better carry on we breeze through my zone (we ain't sellin them blocks) Don't let the game and get called on excitement We movin cain and don't get caught on indictment (that be brick money) I smoke that weed to let my thoughts contemplate (too many choices) These mean streets and sidewalks we congregated (all this in the jungle) This is my choice of existance To rep the hood and be the voice of resistance (I'm so rebellious) Cause someone gotta stand for somethin For every nigga who had them dreams and get them grams they pumpin (I wasn't one of them) [Chorus: Jim Jones] Please Lord save him I'm a G going crazy Please Lord save him He's a G going crazy [Verse 2: The Game] Life ain't easy Wish I could go to Heaven Hop the Pearly Gates just to talk to Eazy But my son need me Homie The Game need me Bein a nigga with a attitude ain't easy Go see the doctor get the operation Black wallstreet black cloud over the whole nation We lost legends that's 60 reasons separation Inhale the chronic smoke that's my meditation We on two I'm on the bus With more than an o Smoke with me is more than I want you to know It's 28 grams in the o But you can bring back two if you cook it slow That's black magic One shot one life one son one automatic Yeah nigga love is love I go slug for slug Cause death comes and smiles and hugs so [Chorus: The Game] Please Lord save us I'm a G going crazy Please Lord save us I'm a G going crazy [Verse 3: Jim Jones & The Game] What's your name gangsta? Chuck Taylor your neighborhood gangbanger A.k.a. 45 stainless What's your name gangsta? Compton status 9 trey gangsta Eastsida rida And what you claim gangsta? Westside Compton blvd And I tie my rag in a knot with Harlem Wuss yo name gangsta? East and the West connect so then I breeze through Compton no problem The Byrd Gang's gonna getcha If them gangbangas get to you first The coroners takin pictures nigga You know the G code Cock and squeeze Let that 38 revolver spin like gold deeps (yeah) I know some OGz they remember me Breezin through ridin o 50 at unknown speed I do this for all the gangs in the towers We no longer keep this thang in the silence (but) (shit) [Outro: Jim Jones & The Game] Please Lord save us I'm a G going crazy Shit man What this right here is history man What couldn't be done in the past, is now done in the present We gonna let yo head in the future Jim Jones Compton status Gz up Shout to my nigga Game Chuck Taylor Matter a fact you got something to say before I get out of here Yeah I'm in Harlem man straight the fuck out of Compton You know how we do it I'm good here I'm good in Compton Come and see me nigga We do it right Black wallstreet Byrd Gang bitch BLAH!

U Should Be Here

50 CENT "50 Cent Is The Future"
[Intro] YEAH!, (yeah), your rockin' wit the toast of New York Tony Yayo (Tony Yayo), Lloyd Banks (Lloyd Banks), 50 Cent (50 Cent) G-UNIT (G-Unit), and here we go! [background singing of 'you should be here,' throughout intro and the song] [50 Cent - Singing (Male voice)] You should be here wit me bitch You should come and make me rich Girl you know you need a pimp Girl you know you drive me crazy (drive me crazy) You should be here wit me bitch (ew, ew, girl) Girl you know you drive me crazy Bitch, (you should be here) [50 Cent - Verse 1 (w/male voices)] Bright and early in the mornin' come up short with my money And for sure I'll kick your ass bitch (what you say) (You should be here) You fuckin' with them other niggaz But you know you love the niggaz, switch to a pimp bitch (BITCH) (You should be here) You fit into my stable of hoes You from Atlanta, I'm from New York, but I'm 'throwin them bows' (You should be here) Right here next to me Girl I know you tired of fuckin' for free (WOO, Sing along) [Chorus 1 - 50 Cent] (You should be girl) You should be that bitch that come, everytime I call (You should be girl) You should be down on your knees, tryin' to break me off (uh huh, uh huh) (You should be girl) You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time (Well I wish you were) You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind (you should be here) [Verse to - Lloyd Banks] Bust in your ass, winter, spring, or summer I'm a winner, I'm ain't a regular nigga, ho (Lloyd Banks) (You should be here) Runnin' wit a pro, I ain't a beginner Niggaz knows, what, you up on 'em sinners, no (Hell no) (You should be here) Walkin' the track, Grain Hill, sleeves, snow Anythinh to speed up the process of the cash flow (gotta get that money man) (You should be here) Catchin' a date, and breakin'll keep me straight Even if you gotta take it in the ass ho (you take it in the ass) [Chorus 1- 50 Cent] (You should be here) You should be that bitch that come (uh huh) Everytime I call (I told ya'll motherfuckers) (You should be here) You should be down on your knees Tryin' to break me off (You should be) You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time (Yo, 50 get on that 50 shit one time, my nigga) You should be that bottom bitch, out on the grind [Verse 3 - 50 Cent] Uh, yeah, (you should be here) Look, I don't really need you, I get my dough, bitch I got some Coupe's, I got some jeeps, I got some mo' shit (You should be here) I stay wit some hoes, cause I use those twos (uh huh) I keep a Benz, I keep some rims, and I stay with some jewels (You should be here) I'm internationally known, man everybody know me Way down in McNolly, they feelin' me wodie (You should be here) But you can catch me in Houston, with Bun and Pimp C (C) Or in Miami, wit Luke and VIP (yeah) [Chorus to - Male voice singing] (You should be), you should be here with me babe You should be here with me babe (You should be) Girl you know you drive me (sing along) Girl you know you drive me crazy (You should be) You should be here with me babe (ew, ew, girl) (Girl I wish you were here) I just wanna drive ya babe You should be here [Outro - Man from intro, talking] I told ya'll motherfuckers G-UNIT is takin' over this shit man (takin' over this shit man) (You should be here) We run the hood and we run these motherfuckin' offices (and we run these motherfuckin' offices) Ya'll be wiling if (you should be here) If ya'll hear (hear), the fuckin' (fuckin') Chase these crackers that's cuttin' us right now (You should be here) Man you still local I'm out the hood man (I'm out the hood man) (c'mon) [Chorus 2]

Drug Ballad

EMINEM "The Marshall Mathers LP"
[Girl] Yeaaah, hahahaha...whooooo, shit! [Em] (aight) [Eminem] Guess what I ain't coming in yet... I'll come in a minute [Eminem] Ayo...This is my love song...it goes like this [Eminem] Back when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark This is how we used to make the party start We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark And when it, kicks in you can hardly talk And by the, sixth gin you're gonna probably crawl And you'll be, sick then and you'll probably barf And my pre-diction is you're gonna probably fall Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall And everything's spinning You're beginin' to think women are swimming in pink linen again in the sink Then in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guiness is finished You are now allowed to officially slap bitches You have the right to remain violent and start wilin' Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you Get in your car, start it, and start drivin' Over the island and cause a 42 car pile-up [Em's spaceman voice]Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot Look at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin' And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it Let me out of this place I'm outta place I'm in outer space I've just vanished without a trace I'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow I'll be back in an hour or so [Chorus] [Eminem] 'Cause every time I go to try to leave Something keeps pullin' on my sleeve I don't wanna, but I gotta stay These drugs really got ahold of me 'Cause every time I try to tell them 'no' They won't let me ever let them go I'm a sucka all I gotta say These drugs really got ahold of me [Eminem] In third grade, all I used to do Was sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube 17 years later I'm as Rude as Jude Scheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs I've got no game And every face looks the same They've got no name So I don't need game to play I just say whatever I want to whoever I want Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want However, I do show some respect to few As ecstacy got me standing next to you Getting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you We just met But I think I'm in love with you But you're on it too So you tell me you love me too Wake up in the morning like 'yo, what the fuck we do' I gotta go bitch You know I have stuff to do 'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you But in the long run These drugs are probably going to catch up sooner or later But fuck it, I'm on one So let's enjoy Let the X destroy your spinal cord So it's not a straight line no more 'Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls Shit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur Shit, six hits won't even get me high no more So bye for now I'm going to try to find some more [Chorus] [Eminem] That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow When you swallow it all wollow and drown in your sorrow And tomorrow you're probably going to want to do it again What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend Screw it And what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning And what's a little fight Tomorrow you'll be boys again It's your life Live it however you wanna Marijuana is everywhere Where was you brought up It don't matter as long as you get where you're going 'Cause none of the shit is going to mean shit where we're going They tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring Even though you wake up feeling like shit every morning But you're young You've got a lot of drugs to do Girls to screw Parties to crash Sucks to be you If I could take it all back now, I wouldn't I would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't But I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated Did better drugs and updated But I've still got a lot of growing up to do I've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew But when it's all said and done I'll be 40 Before I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories With a bottle of Jack Two grandkids in my lap Babysiting for Haley while Haley's out getting smashed [Chorus 2x] [Same as previous, but 2nd time the last line is repeated like this] Drugs really got ahold of me They really got ahold of me 'Cause drugs really got ahold of me They really got ahold of me

I Can't Understand

QUEEN LATIFAH "Black Reign"
I can't understand... (I'm going crazy, you're going crazy) For give me father for I have sinned I've just destroyed another phony ass rapper again She wasn't causing it She must have been stupid as a fiend He should have told her child you don't step to the queen Perplexed and I'm vexed 'cause everywhere I go People be flexin and expecting me to wanna flow I don't play that the only way that I will be playin As if I pay back you wanna play back so what you sayin You don't wanna be a sister in the name of rap Yet you wanna talk shit and your style is whack I would have squashed it before and made the whole issue dead Now I'm fed so it's off with you head Now the moral of the verse is that your career is thru And don't be fuckin with nobody who ain't fuckin with you If I were in your shoes, I let there be a start walkin' Next time there will be no talkin' I can't understand... (I'm going crazy, You're going crazy) A brother pushed up on me at the movies one weekend He was on a quest and I wasn't even seekin' I know though I'm black and he was a Puerto Rican It made no good to me 'cause so we continued to speakin We hit it right off and everything was on a roll Before I knew it I fell in love with his soul "Aye poppy aye" was the cry as he made love to me I was freaked by the way he just to do me And then one day when I was washing our clothes A number fell out of his pocket and her name was Rose A girl's number, hmm, that struck me kinda funny I lost my grip, I had to call up the honey There was a chick on the side, oh no it couldn't be There was a chick on the side, he's down with the OPP I gave you the whole shebang just to find out There's another woman hitting my thang I can't understand... (I'm going crazy, you're going crazy) Why the negative vibes and why people take bribes I don't understand it yo, I don't know Why the bad people and why the good people die somebody gotta tell me why, I don't know Why the people smoke crack and why the whites fight blacks what's the scenario, I don't know Why the hearts get broke and why the chumps get choke they know I ain't no joke, I don't know Now with the drums, to the bass, to the piano and to the horn It's a crazy ass life and that's my word is born I'm trying to be as logical as I possibly can Before the life of me You know I just can't understand What's going on sometimes Some situations like this come out in my rhymes But Queen Latifah ain't gone just yet 'Cause when it's come to mastering confusion I'm a vet I can't understand... (I'm going crazy, you're going crazy)

Critical

Jt The Bigga Figga
Well what do ya know I'm ready to flow to tell a storie the caper About the time I tried to get tha paper ya feel me 1989 in the cut on the grind Cause I'm fresh outta school wit my nickel plated 9 I hit a cut or two from the T the A the S the K ya see Me up they beat up players on the street up Creepin' in jack mode smooth we hit the back row 4 deep in a astro van ready to tax those Unexpected players on the boulevard 14 years old, rocks in a stolen car And I thought I had it going on But my momma always told me it wouldn't last to long A hard head make a soft ass Wit a pocket full of rocks and a sock full of dirty cash It's like I trip down a one-way street Wit nowhere to turn and hard knocks to meet A young G about the situation Take the good wit the bad as I turn another page and Set it up going pound for pound Cause I knew one day, man, that the game was going down Chorus: You know it's going down, man Cause I knew one day that the players will get paid One my way to the T.O.P. Wit the rest of the players from the GLP It's going down Can't cope wit the streetlife Two years done passed and two homies done lost they life And now I grew a few inches taller No more dreams of being a big time baller No more cracks sacks, coke and knife straps Thinking about the Get Low, man and the G stacks Kicking facts when I'm in your town Cause I'm lettin' it be known man, that the game is going down Chorus Representing to the fullest I can pull this shit completely You can't meet me toe-to-toe, at these hits I got the gift, G ... Foul from the start, so I'm sick wit my stidnyle Take it from me, I'm just a G about my paper Turnin' show out, I rose out I got much clout So bust a shot when I flow, coming through the door I let ya know I'm just a player representing Get Low I thought you knew me, you cannot do me, you ain't no player, punk Trippin' up off that shit, man, that bombed out Cali stomp Funk wit the cleverness I can settle this It be a destiny it has to be smooth like a masterpiece Ya hit tha track quickly to get ya money on So I hit the Labb, to make this shit gone Settin' it up, player, when I'm in your town Cause I'm lettin' it be known, man, that the game is going down

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