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EIGHTBALL
Put Tha House On It Lyrics

[Talking]
I remember (I remember)
Right before I used to go to sleep (right before I used to go to sleep)
Me and my mom (me and my mom)
My mom used to tell me to say (my mom used to tell me to say)
Now I lay me down to sleep (now I lay me down to sleep)
I pray to the lord my soul to keep (I pray to the lord my soul to keep)
If I shall die (if I shall die)
Before I wake (before I wake)
I pray to the lord (I pray to the lord)
My soul to take (my soul to take)

So much drama in a nigga life
I have to take the scenic route home, and check the closets at night
Not afraid of the dark, just what the dark hides
Killas with they facemask, tryin’ to get my safe cash
If I catch ’em should I blast, nigga?
Hell yeah
Cause if they catch me up in they shit, I’ma dead man
My eye for your eye, that’s what the pages read
By any means necesary, thats what Malcolm said
So I’ma a roll like a 20 inch mo-mo
f**k a lot of hoes, make dough, and kick the bo-bo
It’s hard but fair
MJG told your bitch ass
Quick fast, I make my shit last, and put you in the past
Don’t ask cat, go get a mask and a gat
Snatch a nigga wife, and make her tell ya where them bitches at
Mafia style, break the code and I’ma break your back
Straight up dogg, I put the house on that

Chorus:
What you wanna do?
Go to war man?
Well, talk is cheap, and the game done changed
Fights, only midnight gun blaze
So I say
Watch your back and don’t come around my way

[Talking]
What must be
What shall be
That which is necesity to him that struggles
Is little more than choice to him that is willing

One of them fake niggaz, I’m hot like TNT
Blow up, and have you standin’ in a puddle of pee-pee
See me, you couldn’t do if you sight was 20-20
My lyrics so fat they made me go and call Jenny
Used to be poor like penny, not Anferne, but Janet
Until I unleashed my poetry upon the planet
Harder than granite
Player haters can’t stand it
White folks would ban it, cause they children demand it
Tryin’ to live a life, I’ve been fightin’ to escape
Earnin’ my respect, and never takin’ breaks
Breakin’ cakes
Everyday I’m on a paper chase
Shake and bake
Just so I could double up my ri-up
We buck, but don’t nobody wanna find that out
Murder niggaz lyrically instead of pullin’ my gat out
Now I’m on some hard core, makin’ me a mill shit
Nothin’ but the real shit
Soldier in the field shit
Feel this,
Nigga life will never slow it down
You need to do like New Edition baby, cool it now
One of us gon’ chill, it’s gon’ be me or you cat
f**k what you heard, I put the house on that
Bitch

Chorus

[Talkin]
You know (you know)
I want you to remember (I want you to remember)
Heaven is above all {heaven is above all)
And death is the judge that no king can corrupt (and death is the judge that
no king can corrupt)
And hell (and hell)
Hell is only the truth (hell is only the truth)
Seen too late (seen too late)
Can you dig that? (can you dig that?)

Lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today
Give me the strength to be a man, and turn my cheek the other way
The devil in the form of my enemy has tested me
Now I must retaliate before they get they best of me
No name callin’, hoe, I wouldn’t give you the pleasure
So you can run and tell niggaz that I’m the one jealous
Oh yeah
I’m supposed to fall for that punk shit
All you did was sign a contract, to get your ass kicked
Blasted
Found in a ditch with your wig split
Thinkin’ that we niggaz on some rappin’ kiddie kid shit
Dig this
Is my success a threat to you?
Nigga why you hate me, cause I do the shit I do?
Be true, nigga spit it or forget it
If I’m the one wrong, I’ll be the first to admit it
And then we can get down, any way you want it
My nigg ‘Twan told me
Ball, put the house on that mayne

Chorus

[Talking]
Yeah man
To mothaf**kers that don’t understand this shit man
Know what I’m sayin’?
Nigga better feel me this time
I ain’t goin’
You know what I’m talkin’ about man?
Check this out man
Shit makes me hot man
Bitch ass niggaz man
Talkin’ that shit man
Know what I’m talkin’ about?
Tryin’ to let these niggaz know
Bitch
It ain’t no playin’ no more mothaf**ker
Yeah
Bet them hoes felt that
Don’t come around my way

KOOL & THE GANG
Funky Stuff Lyrics

Par, ley, par, ley

I can’t get enough of that funky stuff
I can’t get enough of that funky stuff

I said, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah”

I can’t get enough of that funky stuff
I can’t get enough of that funky stuff

I said, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah”

Daa dii daa dii daa, daa dii daa dii daa
Daa dii daa dii daa, daa dii daa dii daa
Daa dii daa dii daa, daa dii daa dii daa
Daa dii daa dii daa, daa dii daa dii daa

I said, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah”

CATHEDRALS
He Didn’t Throw The Clay Away Lyrics

Empty and broken, I came back to Him
A vessel unworthy, so scarred with sin.
But He did not despair…He started over again
And I bless the day, He didn’t throw the clay away.

Over and over, He molds me and makes me,
Into His likeness, He fashions the clay.
A vessel of honor, I am today,
All because Jesus didn’t throw the clay away.

He is the Potter…I am the clay
And molded in His image, He wants me to stay.
Oh, but when I stumble…
When I fall…
When my vessel breaks,
He just picks up those pieces,
He does not throw the clay away…

Over and over, He molds me and makes me,
Into His likeness, He fashions the clay.
A vessel of honor, I am today,
All because Jesus didn’t throw the clay away.

A vessel of honor, I am today,
All because Jesus didn’t throw the clay away.

ROD MCKUEN
The World I Used To Know Lyrics

Some day some old familiar rain
Will come along and know my name.
And then my shelter will be gone
And I’ll have to move along.
But ’till I do I’ll stay awhile
And track the hidden country of your smile.

Some day the man I used to be
Will come along and call on me.
And then because I’m just a man,
You’ll find my feet are made of sand.
But ’till that time I’ll tell you lies
And chart the hid-den bound’ries of your eyes.

Some day the world I used to know
Will come along and bid me go.
Then I’ll be leaving you behind
For love is just a state of mind.
But ’till that day I’ll be your man
And love away your troubles if I can.

And ’till that day I’ll be your man
And love away your troubles if I can.

BLACK CROWES
Hard To Handle Lyrics

Baby here I am
I’m the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you gotta’ come home with me

I have got some good old lovin’
And I got some more in store
When I get through throwin’ it on you
You gotta’ come back for more

Boys and things that come by the dozen
That ain’t nothin’ but drugstore lovin’
Hey little thing let me light your candle
‘Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle, now
Gets around

Action speaks louder than words
And I’m a man of great experience
I know you’ve got another man
But I can love you better than him

Take my hand don’t be afraid
I’m gonna prove every word I say
I’m advertising love for free
So you can place your ad with me

Boys come along a dime by the dozen
That ain’t nothin’ but ten cent lovin’
Hey little thing let me light your candle
‘Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle, now
Gets around
Yeah
Hard to handle, now
Oh baby

Baby here I am
I’m the man on your scene
I can give you what you want
But you gotta’ come home with me

I have got some good old lovin’
And I got some more in store
When I get through throwin’ it on you
You gotta’ come and back for more

Boys and things that come by the dozen
That ain’t nothin’ but drugstore lovin’
Hey little thing let me light your candle
‘Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle, now
Gets around
Hard
Hard to handle now
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Boys come along a dime by the dozen
That ain’t nothin’ but ten cent lovin’
Hey little thing let me light your candle
‘Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle, now
Gets around
Yeah
Oh Hard to handle now
Oh yeah

Baby, good lovin’
Baby, baby
Oh, oh good lovin’
I need good lovin’
I gotto handle yeah
Haa, yeah