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JAY-Z lyrics - Reasonable Doubt

Can I Live

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Yeah, hah, yeah Roc-A-Fella We invite you to, somethin epic y'all know Well we hustle out of a sense of, hopelessness Sort of a desperation Through that desperation, we 'come addicted Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin But we feel we have nothin to lose so we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right What do you bring to the table While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely my shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days a brother gotta admire from four fiends away My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin 'caine til brains was fried to a fricaisse, can't lie At the time it never bothered me, at the bar gettin my thug on properly, my squad and me lack of respect for authority, laughin hard Happy to be escapin poverty, however brief I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation for dips, four percent pertation we stack chips, hardly The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William Illin for revenues, grateful dim the light channel 7 news, round seven jewels, hand gettin the mic Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure Lock my body can't trap my mind, easily explain why we adapt to crime I'd rather die enormous than live dormant that's how we on it Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it Presidential suites my resedential for the weekend Confidentially speakin in codes since I sense you peekin The INXS rental, don't be fooled my game is mental We both out of town dog, what you tryin to get into Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables meet me by the one that starts a G up This way no fraud Willie's present gambling they re-up And we can have a pleasant time, sippin margaritas Ge-ge-geyeahhh, can I live Can I live My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me commit atrocities like we got immunity You guessed it, manifest it in tangible goods Platinum Rolexed it, we don't lease we buy the whole care, as you should My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient When it balls to steam, it comes to it we all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this True this, history school us to spend our money foolish Bond with jewellers and, watch for intruders I stepped it up another level, meditated like a buddhist Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of gettin cream let's do this, against T-D-S So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me stressed right Can I live Can I live Can I live Can I live Ha-hah, Roc-A-Fella y'all

What Cha Know About This

TIMBALAND & MAGOO "Tim's Bio: Life From Da Bassment"
(feat. Babe Blue (1 Life 2 Live), Mocha) [Timbaland] You see I think it's time for me put it down.. .. for my females, hahah I'ma let my females shine on this track You see I ain't biased I ain't racist either So I'ma let uhh.. Mocha bring it in [Mocha] The one boss bitch, not on that horse shit Honey I wanna score with, money, I'm all for it Speak the raw shit, they on the floor quick Prepare to be surprised, if you think I'm a poor chick Got off the wall shit, who could be more thick Plus I can flip, rough-up, or flatten out, four bricks As for the mic, I can break flow out, or either bless em My style is my own, and a shorty, can't test it So y'all - ramble on, I'ma get my gamble on Ceram' handle-arm, while y'all scramble on Want to battle It's on, I'll take you on anywhere I'll take you on a bus, on a boat, or up in the air I'll take you on with the gat, I'll take you on on the track I'll take yo' ass on a trip, and you never come back Though this a freestyle, these styles ain't free When I'm done, better believe, they got a PILE for me [Chorus: Timbaland and Babe Blue (repeat 2X)] What cha know about this, ha You don't know Lemme show you bout this, ha We gon' blow We don't go without hits, ha Get the dough You can never doubt this, ha Ha [Mocha] Y'all go 'head and yap on, I'ma keep rap strong Talk but don't act on what you rap on (say what) I speak facts to beat clacks, and lead tracks Heed that, relax, feedback Keep that Bet-ta ease back, never see me slack Break your kneecaps - then, have you do three laps Tryin to see this half a mil, y'all - dingy stacks for - weed in sacks, tote - ki's to crack Wonder why they can't keep they eyes off me Y'all chicks ain't 8, I'm a dime plus 3 Got a 6 I got a stack Got a whip I got a jet Got a clip I got a tec That's why you not a threat Wanna know how you could be down too Can not do, make em say 'ahhh, oohh' Been through it, put too much into it And writin so long, I ran out of pen fluid [Chorus {except last line}] [Timbaland] Babe Blue [Babe Blue] Y'all chicks assed out, Babe Blue's here Shook out your mind, cause my debut's near All y'all demo chicks see me when you master yours I surpass you whores, then I smash your broads Shorty, don't get your hopes high, praise the most high Babe Blue, livin loca I crush all those, small hoes, what My go-to-the-store clothes is better than your wardrobe You ain't seein mine, I walk right in the club You one of them chicks that be in line Me Studded out, ice flooded out Bitch you ain't nice - please, cut it out Bronx to the death, we gon' spit raw Timbaland got beats, what you talkin shit for Forget yours, Moch' and Blue, comin through Bystorm, Z Man, tell me what you gon' do [Chorus] [Timbaland] It ain't over! [Babe Blue] Y'all chicks talk a lot, now you wanna hate me Moch' and Blue, Cagney and Lacey Start the biddin wars at 1.2 We gonna show all of y'all what one joint do You wanna get the third degree, cause you never heard of me See thugs murder me, deep blood burgundy Hell nah, see I'm tryin to get my mail ma But y'all chicks didn't know, so I had to tell y'all [Chorus] [Timbaland] Doubt this, uh uh uh, whaaat Let it ride, uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh Tonight (1 Life 2 Live) uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh (1 Life 2 Live baby) Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh, 1 Life 2 Live What what Uh uh uh uh What cha know about this, ha

The Jeweller

John Cale "Slow Dazzle"
Very slowly he sipped his tea, not shifting his glance from the thick double spaced printing he read with his jeweller's eye Engrossed in his corner, he passed onto the other inhabitants of the room a scrawled insularity of time and space For both passed him by with the speed of light, not unlike the flow of substance, however varied, into that lysergic entity known as the black hole He was hardly ugly for his time, and conversation was certainly not lost on him Drastic measures were called for, and as in antiquity the lonely man was blessed with wisdom to the point of desperation But there in his corner, developing around him like a sun, was a climate of such rare beauty that sight and sound could no longer be considered sufficient food for the senses And he had begun to notice, as his hearing failed, that mind and matter were in no way connected to one other, as if in fact the one could not propose and prove its erotic existence in terms of the other What does this word mean? he enquired of the solemn waiter hopefully Nothing for desert sir , came the reply, perhaps a cocktail, demitasse or a herbal essence, it helps the breathing you know sometimes . The bill, if you don't mind , quickly he shot back And as the patter of the feet faded in the room, for he barely heard them now, his eye slowly began to close, and by the time he emerged on the sunny street he was forced to rely entirely on the other eye for help, but happily it continued its many functions, blinking gently for lubrication, and registering images It was rush hour, in Hawaii only 10am So, turning into his street, he stopped at the drug store and bought an eye patch that soon covered the reluctant eye Climbing the stairs he pondered what to do next, he would call a doctor and have tests made, eat nourishing food and if necessary consent to surgery, the last resort of the gambling man And at 1am he awoke from a dream and after fumbling his way in the obolescent light of his room he peered into the rusty veins of his mirror and lifted away the patch What he saw astonished him. Where once was tremulous tissue and membrane was now a follicle and perfectly formed vagina with vulva, overgrown and mysterious, unrevealing and still to the untrained eye But in the deep dark recesses of that sticky occlusion lay the unclosing watchful eye of disgust in its closing moments, lunging forward and hungry for the cold light of days

Shut The Eff Up! (Hoe)

MC LYTE "Eyes On This"
(I think it's time I start feeling bitchy I've been too nice too long Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty) -- Millie Jackson (Gon' be some shit) (Hot damn, hoe) (Gon' be some shit) (Hot damn, hoe) (Gon' be some shit) (Hot) (damn) (hoe) (Hot damn, hoe) (Gon' be some shit) (Hot damn) [ VERSE 1 ] Before this jam starts I'm simply stating You have all waited, now you can stop waiting Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30 Or shall I got straight to 80 percent? Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed The party's not over, it's just beginning Because Lyte is winning (What are you winning?) Any battle in any competition 'The Gangstress'? Ha, you're on a wack journey (Hoe) Headed for nowhere, with time to spare So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and right here I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame And I ain't out to give you what you don't have So I sit back and relax, cause it makes me laugh I could diss, call you names and make fun of you (Hoe) But me the Lyte, I'm into speakin the truth Like a watchtower, hour by the hour Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin Milk keeps the beat (I keep the beat) With the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet) When he count it down (When I count it down 6-7-8) Lyte'll start the debate [ CHORUS ] (Hot damn, hoe) (Shut the fuck up) (Hot damn, hoe) (Shut the fuck up) (Hot damn, hoe) (Shut the fuck up) (Here we) (here we) (Gon' be some shit) (Here we go again) [ VERSE 2 ] The first thing you ask yourself is why do I bother? When you should really ask: where is the father? (Where is the father?) of your child, aren't we wild? You get around like a cab, now that's too bad Everyone has been in you, isn't that sad? Bodily vibrations? Don't make me laugh Weight Watchers is waiting, here's a free pass You ain't gettin loose, you fuckin jerk And you ain't gettin paid, you're just gettin laid Sexin and suckin, yeah, that is your trade Put on this earth just to distract me Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me You will get nowhere, the Lyte is too blinding Tell me, why must I keep reminding You to step back, let the Lyte shine Do not take shit till you write your own rhymes [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3 ] Your mold is fake, crayola, crayon Don't dare to sleep or even prey on The Lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strong And the rhymes I create are made to last long Let me wise you up, rappin isn't a sport You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own The ones that write your rhymes might as well hold your microphone Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're large Step aside, Lyte Thee MC is in charge Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from dumb So roll correctly if you decide to come MC sucker, this is what you waited for I'm sick of the battle, let's go to war Why do you challenge me, Lyte Thee MC Did not you know that I am crazy? My screws are quite loose, in fact I don't have any But when it comes to rhymes, I've got many Like I said and will have to say Over and over, cause you disobey Here on this earth I reign superior One of these days I will have to get with ya Tear you up mentally, from limb to limb Cause I am the Lyte, and you are just paperthin [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 4 ] I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happen You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin Now it is my duty, to all MC's To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, please Now I was quite polite, nice I might add But you insist on stayin, that makes me mad But then again I don't mind, I've got someone to pick on Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on You ain't really down, you wig-wearin clown Burrowin money to buy an outfit Not even good enough for a Sunday picnic I ask you: do you know who you're fuckin with? With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips I'm MC Lyte a/k/a MC Payback Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin you no slack Unfinished Business, that shit was wack So Lyte made no attempt to strike back But here we go again, what is Light's Out? Let me ask what the bomboclut you a-chat about? Let me say next time that you feel pissed I suggest that you don't try to diss [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 5 ] You better watch what you say to me, cause I can get evil The things that I'm capable of are unbelievable In 10% I popped your head in a microwave I'm into blenders now, so you better behave Or put you in a toaster, because you're gettin toasted Better yet an oven, because you're gettin roasted Don't listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped you You ain't dope, you can't cope, they musta dooked you You musta had some wack crack (real wack crack) Sent you on a mission, and now you're comin back But let me school ya, Lyte is runnin this show So yo, hoe, I think you oughta go Before Lyte Thee MC gets into it (into it) But remember, you forced me to do it [ CHORUS ] Yo, now you know And no one's have to battle Slime

Gangster Of Love

GETO BOYS "Grip It! On That Other Level"
Gangster of Love I've never been played by a ho! If the bitch is acting stupid, She's got to go! Some mutherfuckers [missadden'] If she fucks with me, I'ma kick her little monkey ass! See you hoes got it wrong! Think that if some Nigga says he loves you he ain't strong. Bitch you take the shit the wrong way. And I can tell right now. It's gonna be a long day! I got to educate you brothas If the bitch won't give up the play fuck her! Move along to the next trick. See I'm the type a nigga that tell a ho suck dick! What if shes not suckin' That's a waste of time conversation and my fuckin' I just put my fuckin pants on And tell the idiotic freak to take her tramp ass home! Cause I don't need a fuckin dumbie! I need a bitch to lick nuts until my dick is cummy And after that your wearin your gloves HA HA... Just call me the gangster of love. I like bitches All kind of bitches, To take off my shirt and pull down my britches If shes got big tities I squeeze 'em and hold'em while she suck my dick and lick my scrotum And If she got a friend I'll fuck her too Together we can play a game of swi-cha-ru I ain't the type who gets all mushy I like to sit back and watch them eat each other's pussy! Weak people might say we're insane But that's the other fuckin' level of the game I'll turn your sister out if she fucks with me You want to know my identity??? Bitches look at me like I'm a faker Knowing goddamn well I'm a mutherfuckin heartbreaker! I'll have them crying for months Cause I done fucked their best friends and put a whipping on their cunt They have their mothers to call But if fucked one mom You done fucked them all And I really don't give a fuck Cause if your mom offers me the pussy she's stuck Now thats the type a nigga I am Im Always game to run a train goddamn! Six different hoes a night I use lubricated rubbers To make the pussy feel right Better safe than be a vicitm If you got a jimmy hat go head and dick em I put the pussy in its place and right Before I nut I pull it out then to the face And tell the bitch to keep suckin And prepare herself for her first butt fuckin And when I'm done--straight to the tub Just call me the gangster of love. I'm a mutherfucker I put a bitch through a test. If she don't pass, she don't get blessed! If the test consist of fuckin my whole crew well Bitch, goddamnit that's what you gotta do. You say you want to be down with Willie-D But yet you find it difficult to listen to me Everytime you fuck up and skip a class I'ma put my goddamn foot in your ass ANd if your father wants to buck up I'll beat the wrinkles out the old mutherfucker I treat a bitch like a queen, But she's got to realize I'm the goddamn king Some jealous punk in town Told my girl I was fucking around and she's still down. To do the same You've got to have game You want to know my name??? [side] say B you what's up Dee All the hoes mad 'cause we ain't paying for the pussy fighting over their asses and shit! Yup that's that other level of the game again. Damn straight! While we on the subject of hoes, whatever happened to the hoe you used to fuck with named Cathy??? [song again...] Ok Cathy That hoe was hot. The first peace of pussy that I ever got! She fucked me till I was coming Put my nuts in her mouth and started humming I said shit comense the checking She started scratching my dill-bag and said hold up a second. Turned me over on my back gold. Opened up my butt cheecks and started licking out my asshole That's why I guess that I'm the gangster And oh Kathleen Johnson sweetheart I'd like to thank you Little hoes out there are getting stuck, by niggas like me and we really don't give a fuck! Big-ass titties are the sexy switch Whatever you get, you deserved it bitch! See ummm, I like to take'em fast. Pretend I lovem and dog their motherfuckin ass. Like for instance ms. p The bitch ran a game and tried to fuck over me But I sensed it in the making talking about she's pregnant From me or that Jamaican??? She said me of course So I drug her little ass Like a mutherfuckin horse. That's what you get for tryna play me I'll kick the bitch right dead in the ass If she ever says we made a kid when I make it I'll grab her vile her mutherfuckin' neck and try to break it! Cause I knew I wore a fucking glove You know who you fuckin with bitch???

Carry The Weight

XZIBIT "At The Speed Of Life"
Carry The Weight Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro] I really wish I could you know at twenty-one youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo [I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things I do, youknowhatI'm sayin'] Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin' Go ahead Yeah! I break it down like this Verse One: You see I don't like to reminisce about the past The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth Each and every wrong move the police keep count make it real fuckin' easy to get streched out I was at the funeral when it all began You know the painful transition from a boy to men I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine didn't understand death nearly lost my mind But see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it Age ten, new step family arrangement at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit I would forever be hit with anything in reach Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked physical contact was in form of a slap at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate Into juvenile detention where I built up hate I don't remember the date of the judical debate but legally I was now in custody of the state Chorus: And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make Gotta find some way to release this hate And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight Interlude: Xzibit, [J-Ro] [Yeah it's fucked up though man] [YouknowhatI'msayin'] Yo [The fuck you doin' in jail] Insane man, I don't know man, he he he [Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude] Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man YouknowI'msayin' [It's popin' man] It's cool yo fuck that [It's popin' out here] They can go on and on for that [I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home] Verse Two: And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home but only now I was fucked up plus all alone My father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone Turned age sixteen now on my own Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too with no hesitation lock load then blast you Without a hastle we in a town of hicks fuckin' all these chicks Sellin' rock by the bricks so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down Screamin' demands 'Let me see your goddamn hands (now)' A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban we never kept it in the house So of course we clounded Only found one pistol took us all down town We be out by the end of the afternoon gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM! Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife Ty and Matt caught bodies Now they spend there life behind bars catchin' scars that will not heal niggas don't know the half about keepin' it real Chorus 1 1/2 outro: Like this Like this, like that Yeah! gotta carry the weight Like this euh! Bringin live Yeah! yeah! like this It's Xzibit Gotta carry the weight Like that yo! Like that yo!

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