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I ordered a frapuccino,
where is my fuckin' frapuccino! All right lets do this. When I pretend everything is what I want it to be I look exactly like what you had always wanted to see When I pretend, I can't forget about the criminal I am Stealing second after second just cause I know I can but I can't pretend this is the way it'll stay I'm just Trying to bend the truth I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be, so I'm Lying my way from If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you Get, that, dirt off your shoulder I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced Middle finger to the law, nigga grip'n my balls All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makin But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block I can run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the Roc If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you Get, that, dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean No chrome on the wheels, I'm a balla for real, cheea Yeah, I remember what they taught to me Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be Remember listening to all of that and this again So I pretended up a person who was fittin' in And now you think this person really is me and I'm Trying to bend the truth But the more I push the more I'm pulling away 'cuz I'm Lying my way from you No no turning back now I wanna be pushed aside so let me go No no turning back now Let me take back my life I'd rather be all alone No turning back now Anywhere on my own cuz I can see No no turning back now The very worst part of you The very worst part of you is ME This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me Like This This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me Like This This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me Like This This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me Like This You No turning back now I wanna be pushed aside so let me go No no turning back now Let me take back my life I'd rather be all alone No turning back now Anywhere on my own cuz I can see No no turning back now The very worst part of you The very worst part of you is me Biatch!!! |
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| 3:31 |
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[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit 'em up, numerous shots with the fo'-fo' Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke 'em like cocoa Fuck rap, coke by the boatload Fuck that, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed Left holes through some guy clothes Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit One shot could make a nigga do a full flip See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit Hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you But see me I wanna "Fuck for Free" like Akinyele Take this ride, make you feel it inside your belly If it's tight get the K-Y Jelly All night get you wide up inside the telly Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me [Verse 2: Mike Shinoda] I am, a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact That everybody can see these scars I am, what I want you to want, what I want you to feel But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you To just believe this is real So I, let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do Face away and pretend that I'm not But I'll be here cause you're all that I've got [Vese 3: Jay-Z] Got a condo with nothin but condoms in it The same place where the rhymes is invented So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke See how I was flowin on my last cassette? Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though Never get high, never run out of ammo Niggaz hatin the shit cause I slayed your bitch You know your favorite, I know it made you sick And now you're, actin raw but you never had war Don't know how to carry your hoes, wanna marry your hoe Now she's mad at me, causer Your Majesty, just happened to be A pimp, what a tragedy She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with friends She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit. there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!" [Verse 4: Mike Shinoda] I am, a little bit insecure, a little unconfident Cuz you don't understand I do what I can Sometimes I don't make sense I am, what you never wanna say, but I've never had a doubt It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear me out So I, let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do You face away and pretend that I'm not I'll be here cause you're all that I've got [Chester Bennington] I can't feel, the way I did before Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Time won't heal, this damage anymore Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Now, hear me out now You're gonna listen to me like it or not Right now, hear me out now You're gonna listen to me like it or not Right now I can't feel, the way I did before Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored I can't feel, the way I did before Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Time won't heal, this damage anymore Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored I can't feel Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Time won't tell Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored |
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| 3:25 |
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Thank you!Thank you!Thank you!
You're far to kind. Can I get an encore? Do you want more? Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So, for one last time I need y’all to roar Now, what the hell are you waiting for? After me, there shall be no more So, for one last time nigga make some noise (Get'em Jay) Who you know fresher than Hov? Riddle me that The rest of y’all know where I’m lyrically at Can’t none of y’all mirror me back Yeah, hearin’ me rap is like hearin’ G. Rap in his prime I’m young H.O.: Rap’s Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe?now break bread I’m in Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but the blueberry still connect On the low but the yacht got a triple deck But when you young what the fuck you expect? (yep, yep) Grand openin’?grand closin’ God damn, your man Hov cracked the can open again Who you gon’ find doper than him with no pen? Just draw off inspiration (shon) Soon you gon’ see you can’t replace him (him) With cheap imitations for dese generations Can I get a encore? Do you want more? Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So, for one last time people I need y’all to roar Now, what the hell are you waiting for? After me, there shall be no more So, for one last time nigga make some noise Now,what the hell are you waiting for? (Sighs) Look what you made me do, look what I made for you. Knew if I paid my dues how will they pay you? When you first come in the game they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits?look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years As fate would have it Jay’s status appears To be at an all-time high?perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan wearin’ the 4 5 It ain’t to play games with you It’s to aim at you?probably maim you If I owe you I’ll blow you to smithereens Cocksucka’, take one for your team And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales to sold-out concerts So muhfucker, if you want this encore I need you to scream ‘til your lungs get sore I’m tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless Lost under the surface I Don’t know what you’re expecting of me put under the pressure Of walking in your shoes (Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow) every step that I take is another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow) And every second I waste is more than I can take I’ve become so numb, I can’t feel you there Become so tired, so much more aware I’m becoming this All I want to do Is be more like me, and be less like you I’ve become so numb (stretch) (Can I get a encore? Do you want more?) (more, more, more, more) I’ve become so numb (So, for one last time, I need y’all to roar) (one last time, I need y’all to roar) |
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