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AMOS LEE lyrics - Supply And Demand

Supply And Demand

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Somethin' gotta give with the way I'm livin' Seems I'm gettin' down everyday The more I strive, the less I'm alive And seems i'm gettin' further away Oh well all my superstitions And my crazy suspicions Of the people that I care about I've been doin' more screamin' Than I've been doin' dreamin' And I think it's time I figure it out Baby i need a plan Oh, to understand That life ain't only supply and demand I've been goin' joggin' in the park after dark Draggin' 'round with me my ball and chain Took southern skies to make me realize That I'm causin' myself this pain Well the woman that I'm lovin' Yeah I'm pushin' and shovin' Getting further on by the day And I can't understand How the heart of this man Ever let it end up this way Baby I need a plan Oh to understand That life ain't only supply and demand When the road gets dark and lonesome dear You can find me here But honey you don't know where I am You need a friend, yeah Life ain't easy In fact I know it's sleazy When you're the big man in town Shakin' religions And makin' decisions You never get to slow on down Well your wife and your baby You tell them yeah well maybe “I'll meet y'all at a weekend resort” But your eyes on the prize And you can't realize That your little girl's life's so short Brother you need a plan Oh to understand That life ain't only supply and demand Yeah sister you need a plan Oh to understand That life ain't only supply and demand Hey, you better figure it out now You know you ain't comin' back down, yeah You better figure it out now You know you ain't comin' back down

Suave Dirt Dogs

Choclair
Umm, for all these wild niggas (umm, yeah) Some bullshitters, know what I'm saying (yeah) Straight runnin. wild (realize) doing their thang, yeah For all those Nino Brown niggas (yeah) John Gotti niggas, know what I'm saying (yeah) Niggas trying to run shit (trying to run the game) Don't know (Don't know) It's all a game... [Verse 1] Yo, it's like night life, ball fights, brothers getting sliced Lay niggas, up on the floor, for people acting hardcore (yeah) And others caught in the crossfire, and dying at age young They leave .em by their loved ones People wondering, Toronto Sunday saying, we acting like some savages (savages) People acting it, pulling triggers and they stabbing kids (stabbing kids) They pose as bad boys up in club scenes Keep the grill screwed, leaving blood stains on blue jeans Then Po-Po, rushes through the entrance, he hits the exits Hops into his act, wheels spinning on some next shit {*tires peel out*} Now we got our G-stripes, bragging rights Little kids with no direction, look at him right Cause he got my car to style, Medina robber style Yeah, he bad now, but remember, what comes around, goes around (shhhh) Who be blind to the future You need to understand You need to understand, my man (Yeah!!) Chorus: Peoples get themselves caught up, and then shot up Bucked to the head for all the shit they done brought up The situation, got them iller than an AIDS patient Wild niggas, who be acting like they free-pacing [Verse 2] Now, as time goes by He's looking out his window, see some people outside With dark clothes and dark shades And all around is pure clouds packing rain He calls his man Jermaine, and tells him that Shit's going down and meet him at his home, he packs a 4-pound (4-pound) He waits around, with the sweat dripping from his brow Where the law be now, nervousness has his head swinging side-to-side Checks the door, he's see his man up in the ride He's rolling outside, first looking all around The sniper fire from the roof, it makes him drop and hit the ground He makes a mad dash to the car door Tells his man to move, he slams the pedal on the car floor {*tires peel out*} Now bullet-proof windows, they be reflecting it Now he's thinking back up to the party, he's regretting it But he's deep in it, and there's nothing he can do, but to call his boo Who be at home, taking care of his one year old He says, situation's thick, there's niggas after me It ain't no stopping them, until they capping me (naw) Hold the fort down, I.ll be aight, I.ll give you a call in the morn She says there's two up on my floor, with one kicking down my door He calls his man Nick, to check the situation (situation) When he arrives all he sees is an assassination (assassination) And when they one step ahead, so now an ambush is in the waiting Understand, you need to understand, my man (You need to recognize and realize, boy!) Chorus: [Repeat 2 times] [Verse 3] Now there's vengeance on the mind, time for him to take back what's stolen He tells Jermaine to meet him at the docks At 5 o.clock, keep the glocks cocked I got the blueprints, to run up on these niggas (Word up dog!) So when the time comes for them to meet He sees the car, but finds Jermaine slumped in the driver seat (what to do) People cut themselves off of him, cause if they down they be shot too His mother's in the rage, face on the front page Now the man's after him, the clan's after him, mob's after him He's still at damage son, last thought's killing (uhhh) The only thought in his head, now to do is run Buys his ticket at the International pier son Not, knowing that there's man Standing behind .em with, 9-millimeters in hand (He turns around to his surprise) Feels the burning on the inside, cold on the outside And the people did the shooting, got away up with his life-time (Ah-yo) Chorus: [Repeat 3 times] (You fucking with your life boy) Yeah, (uh-uh) wild niggas (uh-uh, wild niggas) You fucking with your life boy (You fucking with your life boy) Uhhh, You fucking with your life boy Uhhh... Chorus: [Repeat 1 time]

Fast Life

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo "4, 5, 6"
The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A. We gotta set our own market, and enforce it Verse One: Kool G Rap Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis didn't cream? With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleam Livin the live of rowdy packin fifty cali's Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley Up in casinos just me and my dino primo Pushin beam-o's then parlay in Reno with two fly latinos Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the Queens half Three major players gettin papers by the layers And those that portray us on the block get rocked like Domateus Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters that'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas Da leaders, lookin straight crimy in our Giorgio Armani's You wanna harm me and Nas you gots ta come get through a whole army The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola Slangin a Coke without the Cola Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son Chorus Livin the fast life, in fast cars Everywhere we go, people know who we are A team from out of Queens with the american dream So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Nas Escobar Yo I got, guns from Italy, smoke trees, considerably Mid-state and Green it seems, is where all my niggaz be The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores A perpendicular, angle of the clout war Police searchin up my Lex over who's petrol My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though But dough don't respect me, it got me handcuffed The rough life, I just be up nights, breathin with scuffed Nike's Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs These years I got they names in my swears Poppin Cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style Rockin Steele sweaters, Wallaby down Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic Elegant performance, bubble Lex full insurance Guzzlin Guinness shootin catchin cases concurrent It's Nas, seven hundred wives, King Solomon size We on the rise, me and G, ghetto wise guys The luciano Frankie Aiel, Bugsy Seagal Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal *singer* Brother you've got to make it happen Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money, yeahhh Brother you've got to make it happen When you're living in the fast life, heyy yeah yeah Verse Three: G Rap, Nas [Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, yayo like a blizzard [Nas] It's choir attire standin on ground with one pivot [Rap] Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers [Nas] Lands with namebrand seats reclinin like in spaceships [Rap] Bodies on ice [Nas] Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice [Rap] Gamblin Grants [Nas] Handlin stamps [duo] Moves are sheist [Nas] My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes [Rap] Tryin to arraign again cause of our fame that's how the game goes [Nas] True [Rap] Right out the slammer with the fame and glamour Cookin up grams with Arm Hammer supplyin scramblers in Alabama [Nas] Rub out faces and leave no traces My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races Servin us Dom P my cliquo Dimes with magnifico, puttin in cut inside ?perico? Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes in Carribean suites, deep, rippin beats with flows [Rap] Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some socks sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks with glocks and got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield [Nas] Yeah so here's a toast to the funds and things Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings Chorus *singer does same part again with variations to fade, mostly I for you*

Polluted Wisdom

La the Darkman "Heist of the Century"
Yo,yo Trapacane, Word up Here to speak about yo, Polluted Wisdom Yeah, 2nd Chamber, to all the Boos Polluted Wisdom, 2nd Chamber, yo Verse 1: I knew this chick named Gina drove a royal blue beamer Holdin' 2 chrome ninas fucking baby like Nadina Wore corn braids, I used to hit it back in the days Now she a coke slayer Italian niggas gettin her pay But that's her heritage, she stayed sniffed up, no sorrow Clean her toes for today gave a fuck about tomorrow But she robbed 50 Gs flat from a sharp Now they trying to make the chick history like Noah's Ark She blew the cheddar, she live on the low where it's better Copped the condo, some jewels, and a '97 Jetta Now she know she Big Will but wrong she Silly Sally Think she handling army cause her body out in Cali Terribly mistaken strung on yeh the hits creation Tryin to fly down south with the CREAM from the Jamaicans It's a woman hunt been on for 'bout 3 months When they catch her some say they pouring gas in her cunt Torch it like a blunt and sparked on the God born day She wanna be a queen but went about all the wrong way She still hangin in bars, being Diana Ross Friday and Saturday jumping back and forth in niggas cars Now I fill wid King at the bar guzzling gin Thinking he the man cause he gotta 500 Benz He like it raw when he touch skin Gina just a friend Not knowing the type of lifestyle shorty was in From Shaolin.. Word up, think again Know what I'm sayin?, word To all the wisdom, living a fast life Yeah, you rather see the light Park 'n brake know what I'm sayin? Word up, reality, word up Yo Verse 2: Risen by grief she live in a plot wid a knot Been in the block wid ten crisp Gs in her pock She ain't startin it, joint off safety, three clips Peep the rear-view some dreads pulled back her whips So she mercked off they mercked to and drama again Just bought a first-class ticket going to Michigan She tried to come out alive grabbed the joint then sat aside Thinking if she shoot first then her life can't be denied Started blazing shorty was no joke she blinked Using rapid fire the dreads trying to hit her gas tank Testing Uzi ooh op the next man block hot Through the action four by-standers was shot But it continued, shorty hittin ninety, scraped the Benz Still scaring begging Allah for her sins Wid no friends she had to handle beef on the dolo 3 shells came through the window one went through her Polo Now she swerving needing a doctor like Jay Ervin 2 other chickens that knew her severe lesson they was learning Sipping Burbon she reloaded seeing her life being demoted Catch a flashback remember shit Scarface quoted Still lickin of shell, feeling the fire of hell Moved in mad blood trying to make it back to the hotel Dread licked off a pack she had no chance to react Firing emptying clips from fifty shot caps 2 more caught her in her back the others made the tire flat The car flipped 13 times dunn and dead was that Dead was that, word up black Yeah, yo, for all the women Watch what you do and who you screw Yeah, be a queen and not a money fiend Knaw what I mean, word up Protect yourslef LA The Darkman RZArector

My Name Is.. (Radio Edit)

EMINEM "Slim Shady LP"
Chorus: repeat 2X Hi! My name is.. (what?) My name is.. (who?) My name is.. scratches> Slim Shady Hi! My name is.. (huh?) My name is.. (what?) My name is.. scratches> Slim Shady Ahem.. excuse me! Can I have the attention of the class for one second? [Eminem] Hi kids! Do you like Primus? (Yeah yeah!) Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh!) Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? Try {'cid} and get messed up worse that my life is? My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight but I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to {impregnate} And Dr. Dre said, 'Slim Shady you a basehead!' Uh-uhhh! 'So why's your face red? Man you wasted!' Well since age twelve, I've felt like a caged elf who stayed to himself, in one space, chasin his tail (blalblalblabla) Got ticked off and ripped Pamela Lee's lips off Kissed em and said, 'I ain't know silicone was 'sposed to be this soft' I'm bout to pass out and crash, and fall in the grass faster than a fat man who sat down too fast C'mere lady! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!) I don't give a damn, Dre sent me to tick the world off! Chorus [Eminem] My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high (Damn!) Thanks a lot.. next semester, I'll be thirty-five I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler and told him to change the grade on the paper (Now!) Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up Served the bartender, then walked out with a tip cup Extraterrestrial, runnin over pedestrians in a spaceship while they're screamin at me: 'LET'S JUST BE FRIENDS!' Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to I just found out my mom does more {dope} than I do I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin {drugs} and name it after her (Here mom!) You know you blew up when the women rush your stands and try to touch your hands like some screamin Usher fans (Aaahhhhhh!) This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?) So I signed it: 'Dear Dave, thanks for the support, {ASSHOLE!}' Chorus [Eminem] Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!) Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, OPERATE! I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive Am I comin or goin? I can barely decide I just drank a fifth of Kool-Aid -- dare me to drive? (Go ahead) All my life I was very deprived I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk (hachhh-too) I spit when I talk, I'll {fuck} anything that walks (C'mere) When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits HOW YOU GONNA BREAST FEED ME MOM? (WAH!) YOU AIN'T GOT NO {TITS!} (WAH!) I lay awake and strap myself in the bed Put a bulleproof vest on and tap myself in the head (BANG!) I'm steamin mad (Arrrggghhh!) And by the way when you see my dad? (Yeah?) Ask him if he bought a porno mag and seen my ad Chorus

My Name Is

EMINEM "Slim Shady LP"
Chorus: repeat 2X Hi! My name is.. (what?) My name is.. (who?) My name is.. {scratches} Slim Shady Hi! My name is.. (huh?) My name is.. (what?) My name is.. {scratches} Slim Shady Ahem.. excuse me! Can I have the attention of the class for one second? [Eminem] Hi kids! Do you like violence? (Yeah yeah yeah!) Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh!) Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah yeah!) Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (Huh?) My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight but I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Ummmm..) And Dr. Dre said, 'Slim Shady you a basehead!' Uh-uhhh! 'So why's your face red? Man you wasted!' Well since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast C'mere slut! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!) I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off! Chorus [Eminem] My English teacher wanted to have sex in Junior High The only problem was my English teacher was a guy I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler and stapled his nuts to a stack of papers (Owwwwwwww!) Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup Extraterrestrial, killing pedestrians raping lesbians while they screamin : 'LET'S JUST BE FRIENDS!' Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to I just found out my mom does more dope than I do (Damn!) I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin drugs and name it after her (Oh thank you!) You know you blew up when the women rush your stands and try to touch your hands like some screamin Usher fans (Aaahhhhhh!) This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?) So I signed it: 'Dear Dave, thanks for the support, ASSHOLE!' Chorus [Eminem] Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!) Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, OPERATE! I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (Fuck that!) I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (Huh yup!) Am I comin or goin? I can barely decide I just drank a fifth of vodka -- dare me to drive? (Go ahead) All my life I was very deprived I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (Whoops!) Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk (hachhh-too) I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (C'mere) When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits HOW YOU GONNA BREAST FEED ME MOM? (WAH!) YOU AIN'T GOT NO TITS! (WAHHH!) I lay awake and strap myself in the bed Put a bulleproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (BANG!) I'm steamin mad (Arrrggghhh!) And by the way when you see my dad? (Yeah?) Tell him that I slit his throat, in this dream I had Chorus

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