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Gucci Mane - Jackie Chan Lyrics and Video (Ft. Migos)

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'Jackie Chan' Lyrics - Gucci Mane ft. Migos
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Jackie Chan glasses, Rush Hour traffic
…now he one in the trunk…
Go pack in the blunt because I’m in it slow
…smoking a blunt in my truck in the front
You like it, I leave it, I leave it alone
…I’m hitting the bong and I leave it alone
Lean and Patrone, I know that it’s wrong
I know that it’s wrong, I jug on the phone
The day that they came, the day that they gone
The day of the business conduct with a tone
Gucci ass nigga, we back in the business
My pockets, my piggy, I’m back on m throne

My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan
Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan

Jackie Chan, diamond wrists, kicking like Liu Kang
Bruce Wayne, Bentley coupe, karate chop my brain
Alligator belt, Versace, Versace, Versace my ring
The jade, the lyrical cane, they sniffing the dope on my ring
You know that I’m a magician, the place, I get it inflicted
This lean is killing my kidneys, these birds are singing like Whitney
Call me Jackie, my diamonds kicking, I came a long way from that midget
To pull up in Honda Civics, to chopper on the top of my Bentley
…I was smoking on Jackie, my eyes is shaky
My money is long like a slinky, I fought with a Bentley like Pinky
I’m Jackie Chan in my city, wherever I go I’m good I can kick it

My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan
Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan

My eyes look like Jackie Chan ‘cause I smoke that mary jane
My eyes look so Asian, man, ‘cause I’m smoking that purple thing
Gucci Mane got stupid Jordans, my kick game on Jackie Chan
Meet Chris Tucker, run through trucker, got pulled over ‘cause we two black brothers
Chris Tucker start laughing, man, this shit here ain’t funny, man
Rush Hour traffic, smoking Cadi’s, diamond right like Jackie Chan
Kush got hit like Jackie Chan, better get, nigga, chopping ours
Nigga told me who’s back balling, two weeks later he was…
Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch falling, Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch falling
Put your hands up for the black man, keep your eyes open for the black van
Gucci say we better pack, man, no Pac man, it’s Jackie Chan

My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan
My ring hit like Jackie Chan
Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan
Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan

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Gucci Mane ft. Migos - Jackie Chan



Young Fathers - War Lyrics and Video

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Big fish little pond, more like a whale
In the mother fucking ocean
You lost your child
Everything was good
The smile was golden
Couldn't ask for much than a ball and the chain
Forgive them Lord
Though who have sin put your sin put your sin upon me
Calculated friends and the trip was costly
Bang like a Bangladeshi in the Bombay
Wanna get to heaven you're flying the wrong way
Free like Eid has spread his seed, mmmgh yes indeed

Forgive them Lord you lost your child
Gotta get 'em now (woooo)
Forgive them Lord you lost your child
Gotta get 'em now

You close your eyes when I'm reachin' your door
You know it's time to settle the score
This is war C4, this is war
This is war C4, this is war
This is war C4, this is war
This is war C4, this is war

Bish bosh banging on the calabash, dead ringers
Zombie singers - Coughing in the coffin
Reborn a new beginner
Destiny's past
You dutty wee rass
Chewy like tripe, situation ripe
Dishing out endorphins
For nature's orphans
Something something something
The 4th thing.
Stepping up in the world
Kissin' your feet
The guide dog walking behind ya
Still on a leash. Rollin' in the dirt
Just to hit you where it hurts
Squeaky clean queen, but you're far too keen


You close your eyes when I'm reachin' your door
You know it's time to settle the score
This is war C4, this is war
This is war C4, this is war
This is war C4, this is war
This is war C4, this is war

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RZA - Gift Of Hope Lyrics and Video (Ft. Will Wells)

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He said that "I had a dream"
That we all would walk in hand one day
And if we gave to the peace
Then we may have the chance to see His grace,
We got to pull up our sleeves,
Like ?? of ancient ways
The reward is the feast that we work together
then rest on the seventh day
From a single cell of life He made the man and wife,
One blood from the same soil
From the sweat of his own brown
We sow and plan
Men should be free to ??
Will you ever realize
A smile is worth a million cries,
A million tries
Will you ever realize the gift of hope
Could save a hurting soul?!
Oh oh oh oooh
Oh oh oh oooh
Oh oh oh oooh

I saw my man on the street
He had baggage,
We agreed to one drink
He said his son was in law,
His daughter in medicine
He kept prays and thanks, worked hard for twenty years
We finished our beers, we got separate ways
But he left me with the idea
That if we focus on peace we'll live to LOVE one day
Will you ever realize
A smile is worth a million cries,
A million tries?!
Will you ever realize the gift of hope
Could save a hurting soul?!
Oh oh oh oooh
Oh oh oh oooh
Oh oh oh oooh

Will you ever realize
A smile is worth a million cries,
A million tries?!
Will you ever realize the gift of hope
Could save a hurting soul?!
Could save a hurting soul?!

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RZA ft. Will Wells - Gift Of Hope

Zac Brown Band - All Alright Lyrics and Video

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(Verse)
Let me grow
Then you cut me down
The north wind now the garden growing
You made me think you were mine and you changed your mind

(Verse)
I’m lost as a feather
In a hurricane
There’s no way to measure
How far I ever okay okay let me tell ya

(Pre-Chorus 1)
There’s no good reason why I can’t move on
I lay my heart on these tracks
Your dream comes along

(Chorus 1)
And it was all alright
Now it’s all wrong
That’s just how it goes when you’re gone

(Verse)
You may have not realized all the lies at the time
But the truth will find you
Storm is gonna come
Gonna wash it all away like Sodom & Gomorra

(Pre-Chorus 1)
There’s no good reason why we can’t move on
I lay my heart on these tracks
Your dream comes along

(Chorus 2)
And it was all alright
Now it’s all wrong
That’s just how it goes when you’re wrong

(Bridge)
But our insecurities
Like them old golden days
It’s cold as the pillow
By your empty night stand
Then something comes on me
And I lose my head
I guess God did not made me
A one woman man

(Pre-Chorus 2)
I’d have a lot to give
If I still gave a damn
That’s just how
It goes when you’re wrong

(Chorus 2)
It was all alright
Now it’s all wrong
But that’s just how it goes when you’re wrong

(Chorus 1)
And it was all alright
Now it’s all wrong
And that’s just how it goes when you’re gone

When you’re gone!
When you’re gone gone gone

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Zac Brown Band - All Alright

Zac Brown Band - Let It Rain Lyrics and Video

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Baby I’m wounded, the pain, it is passing
Can you hold back the show for a while?

And with the hat that I’m wearing, the storms around blowing
And baby it’s time to go on

Construction is holding and the wood, it is cracking
And the thoughts are all starting to fall

And it’s more to say than words been said
And people are climbing the wall

(Chorus – part 1)
Let it rain, let it pour
Let these skeletons jock at my door
Lay the past and the pain
Yea, the things that can’t hold me no more

(Chorus – part 2)
Breathe in deep, let it out
Wash the bitterness sound of your mind
There’s no room left for darkness
When you’re filled with the light it comes out

The truth hurts the worst so you might as well face it
So the slate can again be wiped clean

Stand on the shore of tomorrow’s horizon
Let music set you free

(Chorus – part 1)
Let it rain, let it pour
Let these skeletons jock at my door
Lay the past and the pain
Yea, the things that can’t hold me no more

(Chorus – part 2)
Breathe in deep, let it out
Wash the bitterness sound of your mind
There’s no room left for darkness
When you’re filled with the light it comes out

It’s a colder on Fridays, all sinners and thieves
Fill their ears with the music that sets their hearts free

I smash these things til my fingers bleed
Lay down all your worries to sing that to me

(Chorus – part 1)
Let it rain, let it pour
Let these skeletons jock at my door
Lay the past and the pain
Yea, the things that can’t hold me no more

(Chorus – part 2)
Breathe in deep, let it out
Wash the bitterness sound of your mind
There’s no room left for darkness
When you’re filled with the light
There’s no room left for darkness baby
There’s no room left for darkness
When you’re filled with the light it comes out

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Zac Brown Band - The Muse Lyrics and Video

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(Verse)
As I sit on the edge of this never made bed
Old guitar in my lap, a new tune in my head

There she stands in the doorway just brushing her hair
It’s my beautiful muse in her underwear

(Chorus)
And if I was thinking I’d be thinking thank God
Whoever you are
For the muse and this old guitar
It’s times like these, so sweet and so true
Thinking’s the last thing that you ought to do

(Verse)
As I sit on the edge of this dirty old bar
Trying to work some things out but now getting too far

And I turn out the voices that are keeping it down
There’s a muse all alone on the other side of town

(Chorus 2)
And if I was thinking I’d be thinking thank God
Whoever you are
For all the whiskey in this dirty old bar
Times like these, so sad but so true
Thinking’s the last thing that you ought to do
Yea, thinking’s the last thing that you ought to do

(Verse)
As I sit on the bed of this hospital room
Just shedding a tear for the bride and groom

And the timing as forced starts to bellow and cry
It’s my finest work yet to the day I should day

(Chorus 3)
And if I was thinking I’d be thinking thank God
For the muse and the miracle right here in my arms
Times like these, so sweet and so true
Thinking’s the last thing that you ought to do
Yea, thinking’s the last thing that you ought to do
Yea, thinking’s the last thing that you ought to do

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Zac Brown Band - Day For the Dead Lyrics and Video

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(Verse)
I see the lights from beneath the ground
I was lost but now it’s found, the ghost wants something
To take their turn, to dance around the stone
Work the fingers to the bone, hold on to nothing

(Chorus)
Day for the dead
To dance among the living
Day for the dead
To dance among the living

(Verse)
We find forgiveness, for the wrong we’ve done
Watch to die another day, another setting sun
We find redemption in the love that we’ve won
Just a little company until our work is done

(Chorus)
Day for the dead
To dance among the living
Day for the dead
To dance among the living

(Bridge x2)
Who says you can’t go back?
Who says you can’t go back? Back to where you started from
Who says you can’t go back?
Who says you can’t go back? Back to where you started from

(x2)
Who may cross the river Styx
The man who’ll meet you there
Caron’s may on your eyes just to pay his fare

Day for the dead
To dance among the living

(Chorus)
Day for the dead
To dance among the living
Day for the dead
To dance among the living

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Plies - U Mean 2 Tell Me Lyrics and Video (Ft. Young Scooter)

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(Hook x2)
You mean to tell me you fuckin all these niggas, you ain’t got no money
You mean to tell me nigga you ain’t a boss, you just a runner
You mean to tell me you ain’t really got it, you get flexin
You mean to tell me got you down, Tiny made you tell it

(Verse)
You say you the brick man
But you can’t make bond
You say you ride Raris but never drove a foreign
I’m a real brick man and all my plugs they foreign
I get bricks so say so
Some days when I get bored
This bitch keep callin my phone
These hoes talkin bout she’s broke
I’ll play it how it go
Bitch better come sell some dope
Take me to yo boss man, nigga this ain’t yo game
In my hood we got black Mexicans, cus we live in Mexico

(Hook x2)
You mean to tell me you fuckin all these niggas, you ain’t got no money
You mean to tell me nigga you ain’t a boss, you just a runner
You mean to tell me you ain’t really got it, you get flexin
You mean to tell me got you down, Tiny made you tell it

(Verse)
Got 2 or 3 nigag you fuckin
But they call that bitch call you a liar
You have to choppa this choppa this choppa that
That silence you ain’t used, you bout that
Said you told I’m the next man
Just cus he told on you
Just cus another nigga tryna stay
That nigga tryna stay too
How you mad at this hoe?
Just cause she fuckin yo dude
That might be tellin you suck
Yo coochie ain’t that good
Was at the same strip club, nigga you what
But that ass ain’t throw shit
Now you out here with all this brick talk
Nigga 6 on yo chip I’m that brick

(Hook x2)
You mean to tell me you fuckin all these niggas, you ain’t got no money
You mean to tell me nigga you ain’t a boss, you just a runner
You mean to tell me you ain’t really got it, you get flexin
You mean to tell me got you down, Tiny made you tell it

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B.o.B - Back Me Up Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
East side gon back me up, gon back me up
West side gon back me up, gon back me up
South side gon back me up, gon back me up
North side gon back me up, yea

(Verse)
Everywhere I plant my feet, everybody know bout me nigga
I ain’t gotta say one word, I ain’t gotta show ID nigga
Back when I was in 10th grade, I saved up, got a set of gold teeth
And I took em out but 7 years later I got 7 sets of gold teeth
Nigga I’m bout the bands, I do that
Private jet I flew that
40K I threw that
A quarter pound, I brew that
It sounds crazy but it ain’t nothing it
She a freak but I already knew it
She looked at me and said I’m yo biggest fan
I told er if it’s real then tattoo it
Every day I wake up, smoking like Jamaicans
Like an occupation, this is so outrageous
Hey I’m so good I make em bills copy faces
Giving that good and like the middle wafers
Free to the carpet, into the office
Then to the closet, many different flavors
Someone said my love you’re called a label
And tell em hurry up with the paper

(Hook)
East side gon back me up, gon back me up
West side gon back me up, gon back me up
South side gon back me up, gon back me up
North side gon back me up, gon back me up
East side gon back me up, gon back me up
West side gon back me up, gon back me up
South side gon back me up, gon back me up
North side gon back me up, yea

(Verse)
Yea, look
You niggas tryna act like B.o.B and go
And stop that shit
That’s 50000$ I’ll pack up
You gotta block that shit fool
Making this resume, can’t nobody top that shit
And unless you the girl I’m fuckin
Then you don’t really need to be owned by a bitch like that uhm
Like that huh
Take a second, let me get it right back huh
They was hopin I’d probably fall off right?
But all I feel was the niggas on my back yea
I ain’t even got no genre
But it’s going to be a contest yea
Well how the hell they gon call us the rap game
When most of yall niggas can’t rap
Most of yall niggas so whack
Most of yall ain’t got, most of yall ain’t got no swag
Most of yall bad, most of yall niggas so flum
And all real niggas know that
Cus see this is not necessarily based on dexterity
Cus the things they tellin me is I’m good as I’ll ever be
I’m good as I’ll ever be
In the hood I’m incredibly understood cus it’s definitely in my blood
I’mma paint off you nigga

(Hook)
East side gon back me up, gon back me up
West side gon back me up, gon back me up
South side gon back me up, gon back me up
North side gon back me up, gon back me up
East side gon back me up, gon back me up
West side gon back me up, gon back me up
South side gon back me up, gon back me up
North side gon back me up, yea

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Q-Tip - Renaissance Rap (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Busta Rhymes, Lil Wayne & Raekwon)

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[Q-Tip - Intro]
{*imitating Marley Marl}
I don't care who first or who last
I just know y'all betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby!
(Renaissance...)
I don't care what chy'all say or what chy'all do
But you got to be finished befo' the music is through...

[Q-Tip - Verse One]
I don't think they heard me, hold up..
..So here we go, now
It be the +Midnight Maurader+ on the scene
Geographically earthed in a place called Queens
I was formed with my principles, way I displayed
When I used to cool out where all the other kids played
Cause I was way too ill, I would hone my skill
Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill
Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark
Two dudes, brothers would dip from us, me, and NARCS
And then my, legend would grow on the A-train line
Where rappers would gather to see my blowin nicks and dimes
It was me, Big, Pete, Tanya, and Sa-{?}
When in the heat of the cipher, I was not liable
For all the casualties of the dutty MCs'
I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea
Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead
Night of the living MCs', the weak ones fled
C'mon Bus..

[Busta Rhymes - Verse Two]
Yo, yo, God body, wise intellegence
Smack niggas and wrestle with elephants
My beloved respect my benevolence
Comin like missles, the issue is this
Be the shit you can't rebel against
Then I sniff out you niggas that be hidin in bushes - whassup?
And strangle niggas like poisonous octopuses - shut the fuck up!
Back with hazardous weathers and blizzards
As I spit, stickin out my tongue like an iguana lizard
At you corny niggas, Animal Planet rap, Wildlife
Stabbin you in yo' back wild nice (Ahhhh!)
While I hunt and eat you niggas like food, leavin you bleedin
BEATS - rattle the speakers, like some buffalo stampedin
If you don't understand what I'm sayin
Lyrically I'm like goons acci-DENTALLY beatin you like gorillas playin (Ha ha!)
Bitches know when I spit, I be seducin 'em
Countless money with diamonds that's buried in Jerusalem
The Renaissance {*echoes*}

[Q-Tip: interlude]
{*imitating Marley Marl}
WHOOO, that Busta Rhymes right there
I don'- look like sendin Raekwon in here
Where Raekwon at??

[Raekwon - Verse Three]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, squeezin Johnny Walker neck up in the Benzo freezin
The head-long cock block pumpin is easy
Poison medals on my neck wrists and arms
Louie luggages is bronze, a big bag of D, Happy Kwanz'
Together we the Chi-Lites to twists of the O'Jays
One line from miss'll have you leanin like roach spray
Poison up on holstery, my boys in Mrs., our choice
Booklyn, Shaolin whylin in the Royces
Old Gold at the Golden Globes, my robe hitin the cement
Chef in the buildin, yep and he been
A thousand one goons at the Rumba
Certified clients, drug money and sum'thin up giants
Yo, it's the Tarzan cocaine clan in the area
Guerrillas in Louie hats, the more, the merrier
Take mines, take a hunnid nines
We be runnin out of rhymes, never bullets
Try to front and you mines
Renaissance...

(WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!)

[Lil Wayne - Verse Four]
*clears throat* A-go off...
Let me spaz, let me spaz (c'mon)
Though they call me Weezy F., you gon let me pass
So ahead of my time with my next week ass
Money on the dinner table like let's eat cash
And I do it for the killers and the hunnid dolla billas
And from now on, I don't think you should stunt without a million -
Dollars in the bank, I got money in the bank
Now throw yo' hands in the air if yo' pussy don't stank
You got a bullet and a shank, I got a bullet and a tank
I got fur, in my boots, and the hoody on the minks
Stop sweatin me, you should follow me, I'm directin it
Other fools break it down, I be dissectin it
EVER since I made it up out of middle America
Err'body wanna be in my genital area
Butcha better stay away from my chemical barrier
Weezy, baby, straight out the Cesarean, NUGGUH!!
(What's it called man?) Oh yeah...(Hah?)
"Renaissance Rap"

[Marley-Tip - Outro]
MAN, I ain't gon give y'all my microphone no more!
Cause y'all tear it up when you get it
Lemme see who you have
Now, you have Q-Tip, you have Busta Rhymes
You have Raekwon the Chef, you had Lil Wayne on here
Man, I ain't givin y'all my microphone no mo'
Cause y'all tear it up when you get it
I just said, get a lil' somethin before the beats GO...

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Eric Bellinger - Chestnuts Roasting Lyrics and Video

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Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos

A turkey and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Santa's on his way
And he's got lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child, they are gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly

So I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Though it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas to you

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Eric Bellinger - Silent Night Lyrics and Video

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Silent night, Holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round young virgin, mother and child
Holy infant so, tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Heavenly peace, heavenly peace.

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Papoose - Overpass Lyrics and Video

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(Verse)
Straight out the golden era, the only fellow who know the craft
Death poet, locked in a dark room with a photograph
Revenge karma, blood stains and broken glass
Speeding off the scene of a drive-by, the stolen Jag
Shooter, wait til the train pass, blow the mag
Couldn’t hear the shots, they shot him under the overpass
White collar criminal, mad dollar, just know the math
Check buster, leaving your bank account on overdrive
Competition numerous, find em funny, throwin trash
Laughin at these rappers on tracks, them niggas know the laugh
Work out regiment, work excellent, show the abs
Wooly peps, 3P side step, throw the jab
Drink easy, Jesus, God bless me, I’m sober fast
Alcohol level the same level that Noah had
Street knowledge scholar, academics that no one has
School of Hard Knox, I’m the principle, you should go to class

(Verse)
This New York rap, subway riders, what blue New York has
Eat a bagel, pissed on a platform and cross tracks
Only thing I need is a quarter to take your girl black it
But a number to the payphone, tell her to call back
Stick up kid, stuck up the number, running for 4 stacks
Left him with a penny like the Magic when they lost check
One way ticket to hell but I’mma walk back
I could battle Satan in hell, somebody call Smack
Product of environments, call that power of combat
Defeat of a home invasion, stand on your welcome doormat
Contract killer who quick to put out a contract
Put more bands on yo head than that LeBron had
Bullets that explode in your nervous system on contact
The whip open up from the top like a new 4 pack
Freedom fightin, balance it, AK with the arms strapped
You ain’t nice lyrically, seriously you should fall back

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Eric Bellinger - White Christmas Lyrics and Video

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I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten
And children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow

Said I’m dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Said I’m dreaming, dreaming, dreaming

Trust me, those sleigh bells jingling, ring ting tingling, too
Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling you
Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Said I’m dreaming of a white Christmas

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Chance The Rapper - Something Bout Us Lyrics and Video

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I see you chilling on some popping shit
Laid back with the squares like Ramses
It’s hard for me to approach as it is
It’s hard for me to talk with my throat having this
Shoes is busting out, feeling dirty and scared
But I could be in a tux, it’s ill that I’m prepared
My palms were sweaty, my heart was heavy
My palms was needy, my heart was ready
To be broken and to be fixed and I’mma let it
So ask what time it is, is and where you heading
It’s time I had the nerve and said, “Let’s grab a bite and a movie, ey, weekend here”
Back to my crib and maybe chill in my bed
Maybe have a couple of kids and maybe get wedded
She said, “Yeah, but you need to slow it”
But that’s where it led ‘cause now you’re less
Of a date and more of a best friend
And I thought my best friend would be more of a best man
And I thought that you would maybe reside on…
But I guess that you decided that you wasn’t impressed when
I wanted you to be in my lifeline …you just might find
Peculiar, I’m not in my right mind
She quietly just said that it’s not the right time

It’s fine, let’s be the right time
I might not be the right one
But there’s something about us I want to say
‘Cause there’s something between us anyway

I may not be Mr. Right but I can be a Mr. Right Now
You put songs into my head that I just gotta write down
You looking for something serious, perhaps
I can be more than the dude that just makes you laugh
I can be more there and less up in the lab
I’m just trying to get gas for us to live large
So you can ride around in Porsche’s imported
…seeing you hurt just leaves me nauseous
I wanna buy you masseuses and massages
But instead I’ll just buy a Bazooka
Take out the missiles and enter all my nuc’s
Give you all the time in the world
My world’s less worthy without my girl
I know to you that might sound deep and shit
But it just means you let me know that I exist
So I understand why you are pissed
But understand without my world it’s just a bliss
I wanted you to be in my lifeline …you just might find
Peculiar, I’m not in my right mind
She quietly just said that it’s not the right time

It’s fine, let’s be the right time
I might not be the right one
But there’s something about us I want to say
‘Cause there’s something between us anyway

I need you more than anything in my life
I want you more than anything in my life
I’ll miss you more than anyone in my life
I love you more than anyone in my life

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Chance The Rapper - Doctor Oz Lyrics and Video

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I want a Letterman jacket so bad that it hurts
And I hate my mom ‘cause she makes me wear these shirts
I go to school just to get picked on
Every day they make me feel like I don’t belong
They hate me because I’m different
The adults surround me, they don’t hear me, they ain’t listening
To get love you gotta be popular, I’d love to see my name one day in the …
But I’mma need some basketball shorts, a cheerleader, too, and a basketball shirt
A box of Newports and a Gatorade sport and a new pair of Jordans in a basketball court
Then the girl who will find me attractive
Love for my peers, you know, the whole package
I’ve got the code for happiness and I could crack it
And all of this comes with the Letterman jacket

As they all grow older the truth will be understood
‘Cause we never turn up the way we thought we would

I want a new nose and a brand new car
Package on myself, it seem the way so far
I wanna be loved, I want a new scar
A Botox mind and a silicone heart
We got collagen in celebs and lypo-suck stars
I’m just looking for my own Wizard of Oz
To give me courage, forget the plan
Give me a straight nose and take away pain
Give me a big but and little bitty waist
Give me some glory with a prettier face
Give me a bottle of tequila and a cup, don’t smug
Give me the camera, give me a new face per profile
Give me big breasts and some tight clothes
And a half of boyfriend in France and just pose for the stones
And we’ll be loved, just wait
Please, doctor Oz, can you make my nose straight?

As they all grow older the truth will be understood
‘Cause we never turn up the way we thought we would

I want a football, I wanna be thuggin’
Fuck it, I want an easy-bake oven
I wanna be loved by my dad but my dad said he can’t love no fag
So I’mma have to hid who my real self is
And hide who I like but I can’t help it
Doctor Oz, can you make me not gay?
Make me normal and take this pain away
‘Cause when you’re disdained, every day it rains
And I don’t wanna be better, I just wanna be the same
Mister Oz, I wanna live in a normal way
Normal according to those other that pray
But your blessings and eagles just take character away
So I’d rather be different in a similar way
Being gay is cool with me so let me say
Fuck a football, I’ll take an easy-bake any day

As they all grow older the truth will be understood
‘Cause we never turn up the way we thought we would

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Chance The Rapper - In My Place Lyrics and Video

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Rather it’s ?? or it’s ??
I really believe this shit like it’s literature
I’m from the miniscule, the miniature,
I don’t understand but reminiscent so that means please
My skills is limited
Young lay hurting me, I swear that I’m Hercules
Mix with a bitter Freddie Mercury
Mix with a little Kanye and a little MG
Roller can be that, and a little Marnie
And I’m still that kid, teachers thought that we won’t make it
I’m still that orio that all niggas wouldn’t play with
I’m still that friendly juice and then wasn’t your friend
When they laugh in teas asking why you hang out with him?
And I’m still mix-max that weed
But worlds of our girls that you would not believe,
And I’m still miss ask her in the little Mac Henry
All of them but think I’m still your only memory
So let me get out to know
Let me spit at em ‘cause if I spit at em
I just might split ..
Since the apple that ?? I am just been so ??
They all a ?? just average
and my first song was for jaded
For any stay alive and I was playing at the play ground
And I know I’m holla good when my sousin in my face
And since I’m holla good, then I know I’m in my place
And if I’m holla good, then I know I’m in my place
And if I’m holla good, then I know I’m in my place

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Busta Rhymes & Q-Tip - Butch & Sundance Lyrics and Video

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Bust my brother despite the two mothers
Butch and Sundance trot, killshot to you fuckers
You feel the wind of excellence before we enter in the room
So assume your position of the natural born coon
When we groom other rappers, pew, need to starting soon
The wolves are howling at the moon, your time will never come soon
Markie, [?], me and the Brooklyn bad boy
The petty thoughts of the sanction when we rhyme, become void
The game of life, the game of death
[?] you can't take it, rappers fake it til they make it
And it's mirrors of naked, your lady shoes are Rasputin
Of the rhyme evolution and all the issues you confusing
And we are the solution, yo, Bust rhyme

I'm on, black, you know it's a wrap
And despite all the shit you taught me you niggas is wack
Fuck that, fuck with us, bitch, them niggas is [?]
Show me your ass, stack it up all on a nigga and now ass clap
Don't get your ass clapped trying to be like the next dude
Go ahead move, try to prove something I test tube
A couple of you funny looking niggas some fufu's
Them niggas is too cool, you niggas is through
See we live with it, homie, look, we clearing the bar out
Toasting, celebrating and we drinking 'til we fall out
While I'm with a strong shine, bitch, you know it's Bust' Rhymes
Let me explain, (no), I'm fucking with the slimes
That's it, fuck the time, we rock on and on
You rhyme wrong, everything about you dead gone
Niggas in the front, heard you got my back
I'mma put the drug back in the street like nickle crack
Abstract

One for the beat and two for the creator
The remains saying, debating who's position came the greater
For now let's set the gate up, the live motivator
Couldn't cut it with a fader and Grandmaster was your data
'Til the [?] dissing Janet [?] single-handed
The vision is deep unless every man understand it
You spitting sweet 16's for [?] creams
My mom's got legendary genes that brought me greens
You virtual robotic, I got the lean product
Fiends follow like the hobbit cause crowd could never top it
And your trash is not the topic, we know you can't rock it
Well, shit the topic is that none of you niggas can stop it
Indeed, we gonna do it, you know we went through it
Here's a [?] to prove it if you listen to the music
If you listen to the music then you should've get it better
It's the Abstract and the Dragon and we doing this together

Do it together, do it forever
Bust grand, imperial rhymes, finish billing your crimes
Oh shit, another verse, get in line first
For what it's worth, did it all, did it first
Niggas mad, sick with thirst, hit 'em bad 'til it hurt
Pick the land, pick the turf
The fuck is up? We getting this work
I still be on my bullshit eating niggas' food, bitch
I'm in the mood [?]
Bet they want that shit, better forfeit
And forklift niggas like I'm throwing them off cliffs
It's all horseshit, bang niggas like worships
Want the [?], well, I won't allow any forces
Raw spit, you out here acting like they important
You off niggas, get to expecting your loss quick
Abort this, identify the God as your lordship
For how you funny niggas be looking you an ostrich
Beat niggas head, your looks very assaulted
The cost is whatever the niggas want, it's the boss, kid

Ayo, come on, what you doing?
What you - what you doing, dude?
Why you trying to stop my shit son?
The fuck's up, son?
Stop doing that shit son
Word, son, stop doing that shit
Fuck that

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