Southpaw Album Lyrics

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Cry For Love (Pt. 1)

(James Horner)

[Instrumental]

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Kings Never Die

(Eminem )

[Produced by The New Royales]

[Chorus: Gwen Stefani]
Here to stay
Even when I'm gone
When I close my eyes
Through the passage of time
Kings never die

[Verse 1: Eminem]
I can hear the drummer drumming
And the trumpets, someone's tryna summon someone, I know something's coming
But I'm running from it to be standing at the summit
And plummet, how come it wasn't what I thought it was
Was it, too good to be true?
Have nothing, get it all but too much of it
Then lose it again, did I swallow hallucinogens
Cause if not, where the hell did it go?
Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven
Just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul, just to be the undisputed again
Do whatever I gotta do just to win
Cause I got this motherf**king cloud over my head
Crown around it, thorns on it
Cracks in it, bet you morons didn't
Think I'd be back, did ya?
How 'bout that I'm somehow now back to the underdog
But no matter how loud that I bark, this sport is something I never bow-wow'd at
I complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it's a love-hate
But I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt
Even when you b**ches are counting me out, and I appear to be down for the count
Only time I ever been out and about is driving around town with my f**king whereabouts in a doubt
Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here but I'm not a quitter
Gotta get up, give it all I got or give up
Spit on, sh*t on, stepped on, but kept going
I'm tryna be headstrong but it feels like I slept on my neck wrong
Cause you're moving onto the next, but is the respect gone?
Cause someone told me that
(Kings never die)

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Don't give me that sob story liar, don't preach to the choir
You ain't never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep
Nobody ever handed me sh*t in life, not even a flyer
Wouldn't even take sh*t into consideration
Obliterate anyone in the way
I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features and try to show out on a track with me
But it'd actually have to be a f**king blowout to get me to retire
Tell these new artists that kings never die
I know sh*t has changed in this age, f**k a Twitter page
Did it just say I've been upstaged?
Why am I online? It's driving me crazy
I'm riding shotgun tryna get a gauge
Almost hot, but I'm not gonna' conform
With a stage pass and this sh*t
And opinions sway, I can hear them say
If I stay passionate maybe I can stay Jay miraculous
Comeback as if I went away
But detractors just say so much for the Renegade
Someone's gonna make me blow my composure
Here I go again, center stage and I feel like I'm in a cage
Some want a champion to fall
I still wonder why I laugh at 'em, cause why care when I'm awesome?
f**k what these cynics say
Just goes to show that when my back's against the wall
And I'm under attack again, that I'll act as if I'm posted up
With this pent up rage, cause all these plaques in my office
On the floor stacked against the door
Are they just metaphors for the odds of when you comin' back again?
Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards
And trophies just don't mean jack anymore
If I'm here today and gone tomorrow
And I'm not gonna be

[Chorus: Gwen Stefani]
Here to stay
Even when I'm gone
When I close my eyes
Through the passage of time
Kings never die

[Verse 3: Eminem]
I want it, I'm coming to get it
So you son of a b**ches don't duck you're gonna get Riddick Bowe'd
Critics'll end up in critical, think your sh*t is dope all you're gonna get is smoked then
And I'm not stopping until I'm top again, all alone and on a throne
Like a token of respect, or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed
Tossed in the air by my own arm, and launched so hard I broke my collarbone
And when it's my time to go, I'm still not leaving
Stop for no one, I don't know but I've been told an obstacle that
Blocks your road, knock it over, time to go for that pot of gold, cause

[Bridge: Eminem]
They say kings never die
Just ask Jam Master Jay
They just grow wings and they fly
So, hands up, reach for the sky
Try to hold up and prolong these moments
Cause in a blink of an eye
They'll be over

[Verse 4: Eminem]
Tryna secure your legacy like Shakur
And ensure that nobody's ever gonna be what you were
So before you're leaving this Earth
You want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral berserk
Deacon of words, syllable genius at work
Plus I'm thinking that they're mistaking my kindness for weakness, distill it with meanness
I went from powdered milk to Purina
To flipping burgers on the grill for some peanuts
To Gilbert's to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas, still appeal to the dreamers
I made it to the silverscreen where Rocky's still what the theme is
Khalil on the beat cause making the beat ain't the same feeling to me as killing the beat
So fulfilling to me is what filling a seat is
That sound, vomit, thirst and how common underground commons eat
Outsider stomach growl, throbbing hunger
Out-rhyming everyone, God just give me one shot
I swear that I won't let you down
I'mma be around forever, entertain even in the ground
You ain't never gonna hear me say I ain't

[Chorus: Gwen Stefani]
Here to stay
Even when I'm gone
When I close my eyes
Through the passage of time
Kings never die
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Kings never die

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Beast (Southpaw Remix)

(Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard)

[Intro: Hustle]
When the sun rises
I wake up and chase my dreams
I won't regret when the sun sets
Cause I live my life like I'm a beast
I'm a mothaf*cking beast

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo back to make you run around the game like its a fire
I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva
Watch me wet and heat shit up like I'm a washer and a dryer
While I beat you in your head until you tire
(I'm a motherf*cking beast)
See the way we got all my niggas is open
I'm doing it again [?] and it won't stay
Got a nigga wilding like he in a bull pen
Look at me wishing [?]
But I will diminish and I stop and I won't finish
But I drop and always kill a nigga hotter than a skillet
Think you're f*cking with a god? You gotta be joking
Every single time you niggas see me, step inside the do'
Killing everything with a thousand gorillas, behind me so
I suggest you bow to let your chick eat my salami slow
Cry like a [?] niggas in the hood with that tsunami flow
Get back homie before you get snapped
Even got a bitch strapped in the club with a snub nose
While I make them black with a bang and then a crack
Niggas in the head I'm back, everybody 'til the club close
Haters I see you sitting over there
That's why you see me blacking everywhere

[Hook: Bailey]
I'ma motherf*cking beast
I'ma, I'ma f*ckin' beast
I'ma mothaf*ckin' beast
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast
F*ckin I'm the f*ckin' beast
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)

[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
I'm a motherf*cking beast right
Homie welcome to the east side, where the killers reside
We playing war games, please hide
Ain't no signs of peace, so f*ck a peace sign we ride
Bust shots from a car seat
Or maybe hang you 'til your neck is broke
Choke with you with a Stethoscope
That's how I kill a motherf*cker in a heartbeat on a dark street
(I'm a motherf*cking beast)
I'm a motherf*cking beast right
Keep it three, Five, Seven, in a Levis
When the beef fries, House Gang could've used as the disguise
Look in these eyes, last thing you gonna see when the heat flies
Yo, is it we dumb or is it the city we from
Got us killing each other over these bread crumbs
You f*ck with me it's gonna be cranberry and 151
This murder rap is red rum
I done seen a nigga dumping with the pistol
Pull a gunmen out the window of a rental situation, detrimental
Little kids are getting caught up in the middle when the kill is accidental
That's why I'm keeping a pistol, matter of fact capture my enemy
Kidnap or slap him in the back of the Infinity
Bandannas to mask the identity and start spazzing like Charles Manson
On acid and Hennessy, fight back, attack me with energy, spiked bats will add to your injury
When I write raps you have to have a Bachelors in Chemistry
Or a Masters in Math to be in the actual vicinity
To pass me up mentally, to match my agility
From Aspen to Italy, I have the ability to send your ass to the trinity
Like death when it's after the Kennedy's

[Hook: Bailey]
I'ma motherf*cking beast
I'ma I'ma f*ckin' beast!
I'ma mothaf*ckin' beast
I'm a motherf*ckin' beast
F*ckin I'm the f*ckin' beast
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
People wanna know how I am still hungry
But they don't know how the IRS hung me
What do you do when they take all your money?
Get green like Gumby, come back like a bungee
All of my grief, it has made me unleash
On a bum all opponents will cease
So I'm yelling to the north, and the south, and the west and the east
I'm motherf*ckin' beast
When you don't have nothing
Only other way that you go is to mad toughen
The craft up in the lab buckin' up to the bad luck in a flash uppin' the cash stuffed in the bag
And you gotta get it no matter what
Don't got the money to put enough in ya gut
I gotta be the killer, cause I was stuck in a rut
My energy will never let 'em leave us in the dust
The lupus killed my mother
Something really stupid filled my brothers
And now they beginning treating me ill like others
When real life smothers, I kill like thuggers and bang
Fighting my way on top of the game with the pain I write this
I came to ice shit, I reign tonight, sit you hangin' lifeless
I'm Strange and hype bitch, I aim when I spit
For the win and I'm gonna increase
The pressure when I'm having no peace, feel me!
Because I gotta eat, I won't let that demons release, kill me!
On your soul I will feast, you're gonna need a bishop or priest
I am that monster comin' to get ya' to say the least
I'm a motherf*ckin' beast

[Hook: Bailey]
I'ma motherf*cking beast
I'ma I'ma f*ckin' beast!
I'ma mothaf*ckin' beast
I'm a motherf*ckin' beast
F*ckin I'm the f*ckin' beast
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherf*ckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)

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This Corner

(Denaun Porter)

[Intro]
Hey look let me tell y'all somethin' alright? What I do, I do. Straight like that. So ain't no sense in y'all troublin' yourselves over that, cause man the way I feel right now today

[Verse 1]
I came up on the wrong side of the fence
I gave my family pain and strife and asked them all for strength
But hell in my defense
And I got too much way too fast
My mama told me it won't last
Now I'm back down on the bottom
Wishin' that I took another path
I should've listened, but my mind was gone
My temper too quick so when my fuse get lit
So when it's on, it's on
Yeah, everybody wrong
Yeah, and I'm always right
Yeah, ain't nobody to blame now
It's me vs. me, man, this my fight

[Hook]
So don't look at me like I am the same person I was before
We all deserve a second chance and this time I think I can do more
I'm better

[Post-Hook]
Yeah I put that on my family, all you gotta do is give me the chance
And I can show you that I'm worthy of the trust that you require
Put it all on my shoulders, I'm a fighter, I won't get tired
When I'm back up in this corner, back up in this corner, tryna get out
Back up in this corner, back up in this corner, gotta get out

[Verse 2]
You think I got none but I got all kind of sense
Stop judgin' my book by the cover
Maybe you should do a little reconnaissance
I ain't tryna vent, this ain't woe is me
It's nothing owed to me
Get the swan song, I don't need an ode to me
Shit hopefully holdin' this rosary'll keep me out of close calls with the O police
I said I'm tryna be a whole new me
I ain't tryna do the same old thing
I'm tryna prove to my family that I will not bring
No more trouble around, I ain't gotta do nothing
But stay out of shit, I ain't gotta be up in the chaotic
Prolly cause it's my redemption that I'm entrenched in
And I won't let anybody deny my vision, it's my decision
But y'all ain't listenin'

[Hook]
So don't look at me like I am the same person I was before
We all deserve a second chance and this time I think I can do more
I'm better

[Post-Hook]
Yeah I put that on my family, all you gotta do is give me the chance
And I can show you that I'm worthy of the trust that you require
Put it all on my shoulders, I'm a fighter, I won't get tired
When I'm back up in this corner, back up in this corner, tryna get out
Back up in this corner, back up in this corner, gotta get out

[Verse 3]
It's my gameplan now
To get in this ring and show that I'm a changed man and how
I won't blow another chance to make you proud
Even though you got the right to hate me now
I know you lost your hope in me
But hopefully I can restore it back where it's supposed to be
I just want my daughter back, this fight means much more than that
I'm tryna think before I react, I ain't get the message at first
I tried to ignore the facts
But I'm much older, she's my soldier, I told you I'd go to war for that
I said your boy is the truth and it's no lie in him
All he needs is his family with him
Y'all want him 'til it's no room given
I'ma hit him 'til the ref come and get him

[Hook]
So don't look at me like I am the same person I was before
We all deserve a second chance and this time I think I can do more
I'm better

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What About The Rest Of Us

(Action Bronson and joey Virginie)

[Intro]
Action

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
O-5, pounds in the Laredo, they gotta get there today though
Ain’t no time for tryna lay low, bay bro, if you can’t do it all you gotta do is say no
I’ll take it from there, Ace is on Grand ready to work it
Displayed a smirk like Mr. Perfect
Under the bridge, behind the van, in the cab, I made the drop off
Thank science that nothing popped off, since I was young, had a lust for foreign vehicles and things
My father wore the ring when he pushed me in the swing
Plus he pushed that red thing, I wanted to be like him so bad
Wear the same shoes that he stepped in, of course I need paper
I want to ride the one-seater like speed racer
In the Jetta smoking a one sheet in the green acres
Listening to bullshit music, thinking how I’m gonna do this

[Hook: Rico Love]
Uh, temptations real
Even though we feel we’ve been here before
Somebody help me
Lord have mercy
It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
Somebody wealthy
But what about the rest of us?
What about the rest of us?
Screaming, somebody help me
But what about the rest of us?
It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
Somebody wealthy
Turn the lights on

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
I’m from a place called the jungle where the living is rough
It had me low for a while now I’m picking it up
Holding the spot straight sticking it ripping it up
I dropped 99 problems, switching and not giving a f*ck
So what you what you want? Got your bitch nigga gripping her butt
Her and my dick, taking pics nigga flicking it up
My click is wassup [?] if you want?
You end up dumped chump, in the pond lake in a truck in New York
There’s no ducking me, the Bada$$ time, but no f*ckery
Won’t find a chick who got a dime or take a single buck from me
These hoes be loving me, I keep it so G
Respecting where I be nigga check your OG
My rap flow, imperial fad flows
Well here it go my, visions is linear when I’m ripping the video
It’s a lyrical miracle when I enter your stereo
The rarest breeds, sick like venereal diseases

[Hook: Rico Love]
Uh, temptations real
Even though we feel we’ve been here before
Somebody help me
Lord have mercy
It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
Somebody wealthy
But what about the rest of us?
What about the rest of us?
Screaming, somebody help me
But what about the rest of us?
It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
Somebody wealthy
Turn the lights on

[Bridge: Rico Love]
Dying for nothing
Killing to live, fighting for something
Too bad we don’t know what it is
What you think all of this cash for?
Trying to put stamps on my passport
Man I’m just scheming on new hoes
I already forgot about my last broad

[Hook: Rico Love]
Uh, temptations real
Even though we feel we’ve been here before
Somebody help me
Lord have mercy
It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
Somebody wealthy
But what about the rest of us?
What about the rest of us?
Screaming, somebody help me
But what about the rest of us?
It’s like the world we live in was only designed for
Somebody wealthy
Turn the lights on

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Raw

(Bad Meets Evil)

[Intro: Royce Da 5’9"]
Everything I say be raw (good God)
I'm hardbody, everything I say be raw
Everything I say be raw
I'm hardbody, everything I say be raw (good God)
Everything I say be raw
I'm hardbody, everything I say be raw (good God)
Everything I say be raw
Everything I say be raw

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
You can never be my nemesis
You against me is me being a fool
And you being an enemy with benefits
I don't even consider myself deep
When I'm rollin' with thirty niggas
Cause I'm so used to being in a syndicate
Boots on with my strap on me
You don’t know how Yeezy the season finna get
Bad and Evil, catch a body, catch your body that’s a membership
Put you on my hit list then turn around and kill up all the snitches
Then turn around and go to church, repent
Then ask the reverend, “Can I get a witness?"
I got an I.O.U on my Bible’s view
Even God knows what I’m liable to do
When I’m high bro, I represent the same significance
In hip hop as Pac and Biggie
Driving side car door, 'cept I'm alive though
Best believe I got no problem f*cking your bitch, raw
And that mean I got no condom
Panamera Porsche, factory real white
That’s me in real life
And I’ll probably be ménaging more than the back of Meek Mill bike, I’m Hollywood

[Hook: Royce da 5’9"]
Good God, everything about me raw
From the lyrics to the gun play
I'm hardbody, everything I say be raw
And I mean it (ooh!, I'm raw)
Everything I do be raw
What I do, I do it one way
Everything about me raw
And I mean it

[Interlude]
On top of the world
Every motherf*cker wants to get a piece of your ass
Then if you take a little time off from being unstoppable
Just to regroup and relax
No one will give you the time of f*cking day

[Verse 2: Eminem]
I'm the roster, rest of y'all just one of a
I’m becoming what I used to make fun of a
Smug son of a bitch, f*ck it though
Going for the f*cking jugular
Leave them in a puddle of blood I’m a
Killer, but I'm a cut above the others
Bloody glove in a prison yard, dirty Arias
I’m coming for you, f*ck if the world doesn’t approve
Here I come as a custodian I'm dressed, to smuggle ya
Ass out wrapped up in a comforter come snuggle up with a
'nother f*cking nut we’ll make a tub of truffle butter
I’mma take this chubby; shove it up that nice round little bubble butt
Make it double stuffed, pull it out one hole put it in the other one
Make a peanut butter cup, bust (yeah)
We can f*ck on a golf cart tell me how you want it, soft, hard, or f*cking rough
Like a dog bark, stop at a Walmart, get a couple of 50 watt bulbs with a hot tub
Fill up them buns with a hot dog and be frank these other motherf*ckers ain’t even in the ball park
Then she pulled out the condiment drawer
She must heard this is where the condoms get stored
Sign above the door to the sauna says “welcome to Sodom and Gomorrah"
Told her I got something for her, sharp and it’s pointed
And it’s head’s on swole, hold it like a samurai
She said, “Woah, look at that bulge, must have a huge ego"
I said “is it me you’re aiming that compliment toward"
She said “yes my ninja, please get to stabbing this shit"
I commenced to dropping them drawers
Threw my black belt and gauntlets all onto the floor
Zipped down my fly, whipped out my confident sword

[Hook: Royce da 5’9"]
Good God, everything about me raw
From the lyrics to the gun play
I'm hardbody, everything I say be raw
And I mean it
Everything I do be raw
What I do, I do it one way
I'm hardbody, everything about me raw
And I mean it

[Outro]
So that is why I’m better than everyone in the world
So kiss my ass and suck my dick, everyone

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R.N.S.

(Slaughterhouse)

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I'm at a cee lo game and my dice hit 4
That nigga rolled a 3 but I ain't get my dough
My hammer got a red light on it but I let that go
My whole life hidin' from the 5-0
Sirens loud outside of my door
Shortys screamin', "You's a wild nigga"
Lil' b**ch actin' like she ain't know
I put in that work, my name rings those bells
Niggas know not to play with Joell
Niggas know not to play with my money
Cause niggas know I'm not taking that L
I've been in these streets all of my life
Had niggas' teeth all in my nikes
Had white sheets all in my heat
Had white meat all in my knife
My nigga it's real nigga sh*t
Big pound on my chest
Real pound on my waist, nigga hit pound R N S

[Hook: Joell Ortiz]
I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas
I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga sh*t, R.N.S
I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas
I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga sh*t, R.N.S
R.N.S
R.N.S
R.N.S
R.N.S

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Once upon a time on the Jersey City dock
Had my truck parked in that corner, had them 18s on yappa
When a nigga ran up on that bicycle, with his hand on that Glock
Tryna get his blast on with that mask on
But I thank God it ain't pop
Thank God it jammed on him, jammed on him
Pay for havin' that drop
If he was in our shoes, he woulda killed us too
So we ran straight to them cops
That was fun homes, it's cool
See you when you come home, you get a time wait
None of my niggas gon' tell on you
We'll turn anything 'fore we turn snakes
That's real sh*t, Os around
No sausage party, keep hoes around
Her name come when we treat her like that
She come around, she goes around
She gon' call her friend up
Tell her 'bout that money we throw around
And then go blow her jack up
To holla at a nigga they know I'm in town

[Hook: Joell Ortiz]
I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas
I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga sh*t, R.N.S
I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas
I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga sh*t, R.N.S
R.N.S
R.N.S
R.N.S
R.N.S

[Verse 3: KXNG CROOKED]
Once upon a time in North Long Beach, yo
Somebody was knockin' at my door
It's my homie, and he from Compton
Told me he heard some niggas was plottin'
To come up to my spot and leave me shot
And bleedin' prolly from a problem from the past
Get that Kevlar and guard your chest
Stand your ground but watch your step, my nigga, that's R.N.S
Now I circle the block before I pull in the house
I guess a couple killers like hidin' in my hedges
Word on the street, they heard about the Bentley
Park that sh*t, ride in my Lexus
With two TEC-9s, kind of ironic how I'm ridin' with TECs
Bout to send my rivals a message
Cold as the ice in my necklace
I'm feelin' like I'm in Vietnam with insomnia
Or a kamikaze in Bosnia
Cause it's so hard to rest
When you're at war with killers and that's R.N.S

[Hook: Joell Ortiz]
I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas
I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga sh*t, R.N.S
I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas
I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga sh*t, R.N.S
R.N.S
R.N.S
R.N.S
R.N.S

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Wicked Games

(The Weeknd)

I left my girl back home
I don't love her no more
And she'll never f**king know that
These f**king eyes that I'm staring at
Let me see that ass
Look at all this cash
And I emptied out my cards too
Now I'm f**king leaning on that

Bring your love baby I could bring my shame
Bring the drugs baby I could bring my pain
I got my heart right here
I got my scars right here
Bring the cups baby I could bring the drink
Bring your body baby I could bring you fame
And that's my motherf**king words too
Just let me motherf**king love you

Listen ma I'll give you all I got
Get me off of this
I need confidence in myself
Listen ma I'll give you all of me
Give me all of it
I need all of it to myself

So tell me you love me
Only for tonight
Only for the night
Even though you don't love me
Just tell me you love me
I'll give you what I need
I'll give you all of me
Even though you don't love me

Let me see you dance
I love to watch you dance
Take you down another level
Get you dancing with the devil
Take a shot of this
But I'm warning you
I'm on that sh*t that you can't smell baby
So put down your perfume

Bring your love baby I could bring my shame
Bring the drugs baby I could bring my pain
I got my heart right here
I got my scars right here
Bring the cups baby I could bring the drink
Bring your body baby I could bring you fame
And that's my motherf**king words too
So let me motherf**king love you

Listen ma I'll give you all I got
Get me off of this
I need confidence in myself
Listen ma I'll give you all of me
Give me all of it
I need all of it to myself

So tell me you love me
Only for tonight
Only for one night
Even though you don't love me
Just tell me you love me
I'll give you what I need
I'll give you all of me
Even though you don't love me

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All I Think About

(Bad Meets Evil)

[Hook: Eminem]
From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So orchestrated upon a tantrum, this anger
Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9]
The chopper got about fifty bullets
Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em on you
I'm the realist in the biz, how you live
Cause you can get it how you live
Nobody livid, I'm a say my pull out game is so real
I still get rid of kids, now that's ill
The top of your head can fly of the top of convertibles
Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you
I don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be the first to tell you that you lookin' at a superstar
My microphone and AK-47, that's my new guitar
I don't belong to you and I don't care who you are
Yeah, you sold a couple records, got a couple joints
Got a few Jordans, three, four pairs of Louboutins
That's besides the point like a shootin' guard
Nigga, I'm a rockstar

[Eminem]
With whoopin' cough
(I am) sick, George Clooney wit' a Uzi
What kind of a movie star
Would hop out a movin' car just to prove he's hard?
"f**k you doin', you retard?"
Should be put in a cast as soon as we start shootin', dog
You swear I knew where the Roofies are
The way I drug a b**ch through the yard
Stuffed little Suzie in cardboard after wrappin' a nude movie star
Body in waterproof tarp covered in roofin' tar
So what you so blunt for?
Did you f**kin' fall off, chump? Or did you jump?
Or did you just become morbid
The Source had been into the funk, I just become more
But they're more self-absorbed in my own world, everyone orbits
Pen at the table, I don't know when I'll be able to stop
Told you from the gate
One thought it generally takes and I'm off to the races
Wait, mentally stable, hold your f**kin' horses
There's nothin' more disgustin' an animal
I just got done snortin' the f**kin' bathroom soap
And the tannin' lotion
To unwarp this mind you gon' need some sort of an antidote
There's not a pill for bananas though
It's unfortunate, you got delusions of grandeur though
Actin' like you're Michelangelo with a f**kin' cordless
I think I'm Shredder, so you better better crawl back in your shell
Or run 'fore you get injured
A f**kin' Ninja Turtle wouldn't come toward us
Two joint forces, of course this is what blunt force is
Cause we'd smoke you on any joint
Bad and evil's back, b**ch
You might experience some shortness of breath
As you sit with your lungs punctured
Hear their motherf**kin' tears come pourin'
If I tell you once more, then you're done for
You're going to have to learn
How to f**kin' hear from a ruptured eardrum
Forrest, am I clear? You Gump, you're as dumb as a stump
To think we'd come with a trump shortage
Bass in your face, b**ch
Chuck Norris' nunchucks morph into guns, swords
This is what blood sport is
The goriest, glorious, notorious bigamous, shogun warriors

[Royce Da 5'9"]
God damn, the Slaughter boy general
Once I slaughter it, you couldn't un-slaughter it
Once I order a hit, you couldn't un-order it
Hit's an order, this the consortium

[Hook: Eminem]
From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So orchestrated upon a tantrum, this anger
Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 2: Eminem]
If I don't got no more drama, b**ch, I'm a fish outta water bottle
After all these guys I slaughter
Reports is gettin' louder, how the f**k did this happen?
I never rapped a b**ch's house to my audience, now it's broader
Devil without a cause, rebel without a pause
I am a kaze without the kami
You wouldn't be a G if it cost me a thousand dollars
Infrared in my pencil lead
But always keep an extra one stocked though
In the back pocket and both of 'em locked
And then loaded, like cocked twin Glocks that I'm holdin'
You better pause when you see these two dots on your colon
f**kin' punks, you wait, just got to rockin' and rollin'
Cause Elvis ain't left the buildin', yeah, I'm still a villain
You feel a threat when I step in a killa's set in a millisec
With the weapon of intellect, Hannibal Lecter with the black belt
And kung fu, protect your neck and

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Respect the gun rule
Read in the Art of War book 'bout Sun Tzu
You realize if you defy, you probably won't be around here long
Rapunzel (get over it)
Look, b**ch, I got the bands in my pocket
And the drum roll poppin', that's...
That's overkill, I keep the kill under me
I keep the chill one degree
I hit you with a hook that'll make you see threes
You realize as soon as you beat me that you didn't
Yeah, there's still one of me, I'll meat slap you
That's a recap view, that's normal embarrassing
And you slap me, that's knee-slap humor, that's hardly hilarious
So we scr*p over you lying like a feline cub in a forest
Cherishing a kill from a dominant male

[Eminem]
And I'm born with Malaria
Form of Lou Gehrigs
To the torture and terror
Of corporate America
Poor little Erica
In the morning the sheriff's
And Law Enforcement
Will find one fourth of her buried
Under a barrier of the kitchen floorwith the stairs in an outdoor wooded area

[Hook: Eminem]
From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So orchestrated upon a tantrum, this anger
Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9]
Back then, hoes didn't want it
Now black Benz all hid in corners
My spectacular, vernacular
I spit like giving Ex-Lax to a Dracula
Let me translate, I'm tryna find me a b**ch
And then I'm sucking on her neck while she naked
And then I'm sh*tting on her

[Eminem]
And I'm getting boners from what I'm spitting
Getting blown to smithereens in a Toyota
Getting stoner, Jonas Brothers
Brothers, songs fricken rotisserie with these birds I'm flipping
A time bomb with a nervous ticking
Another murder victim, I flirted with them first
And burrr-stick 'em, burn up if I try to step on this side of church
*scratching noise* wanna *scratching noise* wanna make sure any who battle me crawl away
Assault and battery holiday, just when you're thinking that'll be all I say
I'll start automatically calling names and rattling off fellow rappers so pardon the an*logy
But I disappear as quick as Natalie Holloway
It's my mentality all the way, I'm normally a suicide mission to try dissin'
But one thing I never mind's getting called Elvis all the time
In the articles that you write which is why I never reply, cause he died sh*tting
So-a, sh*tting, I'm spitting my infinite supply of written bonafide
Kidding aside, critics take my little white dick in your eyelid and f**k it
Switch subjects, moving on to the next one its, Ch- Chucky
Who wanna play with number one overall, Kid Cudi
A psycho buddy who might go nutty 'cause he don't like nobody
His knife's so bloody 'cause he just sliced somebody
Pull out the [chickadee?]

[Royce Da 5'9]
In light of what he, just said, just for those who even kinda want it
Cause for this man I would take a lighter
And light up all of my lighter money
You can call it pyro money, hi Rihanna I mean wait
Tatiana I mean wait, hi Tatiana, sh*t, I gotta problem
I don't like it, at all f**k a model
Just, whose pussy's the tightest?
That's amazing sit your ass down
I don't like the pussy too tight
Get the f**k outta here and have some babies
Vocabulary still ill, the 911 still will
It's all yellow with the black stripe, kill bill
I'm so far ahead of the skills here
I'm getting ready for my past life
I'm the real deal

[Eminem]
Like Holyfield, think you get replaceable lighters (that's overkill)
'Till I kill over like somebody stuffed roadkill and
Ebola in my bowl of oatmeal, you know the deal
I'm not about to sit and go through the whole schpiel
Of how I'm, how I'm cold steel like a old cold snowmobile
And no feeling, it's so jovial
But don't be one of those who mistake me for a joke, it's so for real
It's what I told the phoney emcee before I broke his will
Double dribble his skull to see his soul
Told him when I snap like a photo
He'll get exposed like a roll of film
Now here he goes again, oh
I'm so trill, I'mma get the hoes again
Like Buffalo Bill's, b**ch you didn't put lotion in
The bucket, f**k it, beat the poor little old widow
With throat pillows, soap brillos, finished my goat milk then
Smoke billows I lit up-- ah, f**k it

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Drama Never Ends

(50 Cent)

[Hook]
I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothaf**kin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

[Verse 1]
It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York sh*t
That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em and chalk sh*t
I don't wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies
Droptop, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memory
Time to ride, homicide, I'm down with it
I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it
f**k with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart
Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you know me then
I'll hunt you like a great dane
Hit you, hit you like a freight train
Run off with your fake chains
I'll give you mothaf**kas somethin' to believe in
Knife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in
Little sh*t could be a big enough reason
You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed them
I feel for you, you ain't ready for the outcome
Nigga I'll get at you all week with the same gun

[Hook]
I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothaf**kin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

[Verse 2]
Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight with
Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like this
Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy
Children of the Corn, I've been warned so long
Big strap for robberies with my little 380
I'll make your little lady miscarry a baby
You leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision
What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank
Just f**ked up work, askin' if we'll use shanks
Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run sh*t
I put in my own work, run, get who you gon' get
This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson
When talk is not an option, it's a form of expression
You got to go to work on a nigga
The red sh*t comin' through the shirt on a nigga
My gift to a break deal?

[Hook]
I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothaf**kin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

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Mode

(Prhyme)

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9]
Yeah, fall in line to fall back
Big L's technique, Pun's grammar
Before the roof went in the trunk
The ragtops sat back behind the head just like a gun hammer
My sickness should remind you of Christmas
Cause I’m always coming down with something like a young Santa
Understand there will be no rematch
The kinda ass whooping you’ll only have to open up one can of
(Nickel Nine the God)
You ain’t rolling forward you’re rolling wrong
Reaching out to gangstas to be gangsta you holding on
I grab a hold of this 44 long and let it go
More than a 4 year old singing the Frozen song
I put this tec to your eclectic temple and wreck your wit
Then carve in your tombstone “Heavenly father he wasn’t ready
To collide with with a force to be reckoned with”
Do you boys know who you messing with?
I’m with messing-with-niggas-destiny shit, I'm from the midwest
I stopped drinking so I can start policing the block
Now I just cop smoke like pig breath
Pac’s soul would come out if I died a big death
Shoe connoisseur, who’s finer, your
Bitch or my bitch? It don’t matter cause you with my ex
The name of my ex inked on you, to me homie
Extinct like a dinosaur, you can probably find me
Spooning with a dime looking like
Lucy Liu, or something to my broom
Looking like a huge China drawer
I’m a motherf*cking walking hazard
Find me in the bodying department
When y’all rhyming if y’all don’t release, remind me
Of Prodigy partner, y’all can have it
I man up, lifted the can up
Killed the killer who ran up scared
When I was eight my daddy yelled down the basement steps
You only gotta listen to me and the man upstairs

[Hook 1: Royce Da 5'9 and (Logic)]
Cause I’m in motherf*cking beast mode
Beast mode, homie I’m in beast mode
(Know who I am) beast mode

[Verse 2: Logic]
Yeah, yeah, f*ck a black, brown, yellow or white it’s about unity
While the media tryna twist my words, for the opportunity to ruin me
F*ck ‘em all, bitch, I’m still doing me
It’s you and me on the record I’ll detect it like an infected nervous system
I never miss, I murder my mission as the rendition I listen while my chain glisten
I’ma get it like the world is endin'
Dependent on if it’s impendent
Defendin' my mind in the way I rhyme so I’m sendin' in
The best of the best, no never the less I never digress I just keep it moving
Finger f*ck who ain’t on improving
We finally grooving, on the way, no way to remove them
We constantly improving yeah through rejuvenation
I said juveniles run the nation, come now, f*ck your occupation
A revelation I’m facing, more secretive than a mason
It look like we neck and neck but I’m far from adjacent
I come so far from that basement
They look at me and know I'm in beast mode

[Hook 2]
I’m in beast mode
(Then it’s game time) beast mode
(I’m a beast) I’m in beast mode
(Know who I am)beast mode
(I’m, I’m in the zone for realer)
(Then it’s game time) beast mode
(I’m a beast) I’m in beast mode
(Know who I am)beast mode

[Outro: Royce Da 5'9]
5, 5’9, 5, 5’9
5’9, 5, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9
5, 5’9, beast mode
PRhyme!

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Notorious Thugs

(The Notorious B.I.G.)

[Intro: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony]
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie [x8]

[Notorious BIG]
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed, no angel dust, label us "Notorious"
Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us
Y'all niggas be scrambling, gambling
Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins
We just sitting here tryna win, try not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen, steadily counting them Benjamins
Nigga you should too, if you knew what this game'll do to you
Been in this shit since '92, look at all the bullshit I been through!
So-called beef with you-know-who
F*cked a few female stars or two
Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shit
Not to be f*cked with
Motherf*cker better duck quick cause
Me and my dogs love to buck shit
F*ck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your Gat, call your clique
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggas, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha gonna do: fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take B
Bone and Big, nigga: die slowly
I'mma tell you like a nigga told me:
"Cash Rules Everything Around Me"
Shit...lyrically, niggas can't see me
F*ck it, buy the coke
Cook the coke, cut it
Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself loving it
Nigga with a Benz f*ckin' it
Doesn't it seem odd to you?
Big come through with mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thugs dudes
Who's the killer, me or you?

(We forgive you, for you know not what you do)

[Bizzy]
7 A.M., woke in the morning
With Hen' and caffeine and green and nicotine
No dough, so pop a couple of doze
Lil' RIPsta, nigga Mista Clean
Nigga Dean, deep in my temple and not to get
Sentimentally steamed with my
Instrumelody, and heated
Especially for your team
And a .45, indeed, will beam
In between the scenes. Destroy your dreams
You willing to die? We'll see
How many flee when I cause the scene
We mean mug, Mo' Thugs
Trained to be perfect disciples
When it's survival, tongue is a double-edged sword
Triple six rivals spitting fire
This the real truth, bitch
Breaking out for lies
My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddon, shit's expired
It's wild, bless the child
The one that became a man
Put in positions off in the Clair
All that I had to do was stare
Test me now. Contender - never no surrender, no pretend
Pick up my pen, in my hand
One of my trusted friend-friends, hey
Open it! Let's see if we're real, we all suited
Beg my pardon to Martin
Baby we ain't marching, we shooting!
In daily recruiting there's a thug born
Everyday in the ghetto
We start em off little, we give em a bible
And a pen and a pad to hit the label, kick it

[Krayzie]
Nigga roll with Bone up into the Thug spot
To the dome with a shot of bird
Never get tossed to the curb
Be feeling that urge to splurge
But I'm broke as f*ck, Sin, gimme that Mossberg swerve
Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask and shells
To put in this 12-gauge sawed-off
Get 'em hauled off, nigga your loss, take it all off
Got a nigga caught off
But the Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinking they thugs
And little Mo Hart want to pull it and bust it
And bitch: if you steppin' we buckin' them guts, that's f*cked up
Now let me get done with the grime
Gotta go purchase a dime
Put in a state to get done with the crime
Smoking the reefer to ease my mind
Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks
But really we be serving em dummies, see?
Gotta buck him on down if he come back talking
Like "gimme back me money"
Thugging with me killers
Need us a liter of liquor but niggas ain't got shit
With a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol
Now who ready to get bent?
Nigga like me fiending for them green leaves
But I ain't had no dough
Gotta make some money, so
I'm making my dummy rocks if I go broke

[Hook]
Just Bone and Biggie Biggie, we gonna rock the party
Rock the party, party
Just Bone and Biggie Biggie, better run and tell everybody
Everybody, everybody

Let's ride let's ride let's ride let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
Let's ride let's ride let's ride let's ride
Get high, get high, get high

[Layzie]
Yeah, Little Lay, hey, coming in the form of scripture
Finna get you and hit you with magic
Droppin down lead but I call it my gadgets
With an automatic-status, we spray, time to load the Glocks
But I'm thinking not
There's another evil force tellin' me to do what I gotta do
So I up my pipe, a nigga dyin' tonight
And I'm always running from the boys in blue
Biggie, blue’s on my ass, pull out the cellular phone to call Bone
"What's happenin'?"
Grab artillery, a nigga start packing
Cause a motherf*cker tried to get me in a jackin, and I did him
Hit him right between the eyes, the spot was wise
Wanna test a nigga size, it'll cost him
Nigga f*ck around with the wrong shit
Y'all get mo' murdered all day, all day
We done paved the way and I'm on the run
I'mma call my boys and bring all the guns
Y'all niggas wanna have a little fun with #1?
Bloody red red - rum rum rum rum rum rum
That red red rum rum rum rum rum rum
That red red rum

[Hook x2]

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Phenomenal

(Eminem)

[Hook]
I am phenomenal
With every ounce of my blood
With every breath in my lungs
Won't stop until I'm phe-no-menal
I am phenomenal
However long that it takes
I'll go to whatever lengths
It's gonna make me a monster though
I am phenomenal
But I would never say, 'Oh, it's impossible'
Cause I'm gonna be phenomenal

[Verse 1]
Unstoppable, unpoppable thought bubbles
Untoppable thoughts, f*ckin' juggernaut that'll
Stomp you in the verse, obstacles I'm drawn to 'em
When the going got rough
Show 'em what I done thought that was the worse, little sissy
Who the f*ck taught you how to persevere?
There ain't no situation that you ever had to respond to that's adverse
The messiest thing you've ever gone through is your purse
Yeah, I don't try like hell, I might as well
Hang it up like a shelf, gotta keep growin' with it, evolve
Cause you can keep throwin' shit at the wall
But you're gonna find that nothing's gonna stick until you apply yourself
Time to slip in that zone till' I find myself
Inside the realm where the unknown and boldly go
In the waters where nobody else has gone before
Or willing to go, uncharted, feeling is so
Bomb, I'm feelin' myself, I'm a giant
Sometimes I gotta remind myself that I am...

[Hook]
I am phenomenal
With every ounce of my blood
With every breath in my lungs
Won't stop until I'm phe-no-menal
I am phenomenal
However long that it takes
I'll go to whatever lengths
It's gonna make me a monster though
I am phenomenal
But I would never say, 'Oh, it's impossible'
Cause I'm gonna be phenomenal

[Verse 2]
Let me self-empower you
When you're down and they're tryin' to clown the f*ck out of you
When you feel like you're runnin' out of fuel
I'll show you how to use doubt as fuel
Convert it to gunpowder too
Now what you do is put the match to the charcoal fluid
Put a spark to it like Martha Stewart barbecuing
Ah screw it, feel like you want to hit that wall then do it
Punch through it, just cock back, put your all into it
Now you gon' take that rage and make that what you raise
Never take back what you say
If you stay trapped in your brain, engage in this fueled cage match
Ready to scrap asap
Take your fists to his bones
Show Biggie who's smallest you're Christopher Wallace
Yeah I picture 'em all as plastic and foam
Lays flat, where you put your dinner plates at
And set it on it like a placemat
(I am phenomenal)
And I want you to say that

[Hook]
I am phenomenal
With every ounce of my blood
With every breath in my lungs
Won't stop until I'm phe-no-menal
I am phenomenal
However long that it takes
I'll go to whatever lengths
It's gonna make me a monster though
I am phenomenal
But I would never say, 'Oh, it's impossible'
Cause I'm gonna be phenomenal

[Bridge]
Step into the unknown
And find yourself your glory, free the ignoring person

[Verse 3]
Got a f*ckin' mouth with no shut-off valve
Can't even cut the power to it, but it's what allowed
Me to come up out from under the f*ckin' ground
Cause I worked my butt off now
It's a subject that I don't know how to shut up about
Cause I stuck it out
Like a motherf*cking tongue to tie, I responded when I got shoved around
You're gonna have non-believers
But when you're beyond belief, you probably shouldn't wonder how
Get it how you live
But are you prepared to give more than you get?
And put in twice what you get back from this shit
Though what you sacrifice barely is half, never give
Rap is my shiv
But it's like my shield at the same time I wield, I'ma knife this will
Sometimes I feel just like B. Real from Cypress Hill
How I can just kill a cypher, survivor's guilt
I rhyme like life is still an uphill climb
Ready to face it, each challenge waitin'
Can taste it, it's salivation, I'm wagin' retaliation
Look what I have built, reputation is validation
The only thing I'm capable of makin' is amazing
Only thing you're capable of makin' is a false statement
An accusation... I am legendary status, in fact
That is the only way you'll ever be able to say
Your legend is makin' an allegation
I write with the left, same hand I hold the mic with
As I fight to the death, 'til my last breath
Managed to prove who the best man is
Surveil it, all cards be the only ones left standing
In the end, but I ain't gonna be the only one with the advantage
Of knowing what it's like to be southpaw
Cause you can bet your ass you'll be left handed
Cause I am

[Hook]
I am phenomenal
With every ounce of my blood
With every breath in my lungs
Won't stop until I'm phe-no-menal
I am phenomenal
However long that it takes
I'll go to whatever lengths
It's gonna make me a monster though
I am phenomenal
But I would never say, 'Oh, it's impossible'
Cause I'm gonna be phenomenal

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Cry For Love (Pt. 2)

(James Horner)

[Instrumental]