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Linkin Park
Collision Course (feat. Jay-Z)
I ordered a frappuccino, wheres my fuckin frappuccino!? 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 cant forget about the criminal I am Stealing second after second just cause I know I can but I cant pretend this is the way itll stay Im just (Trying to bend the truth) I cant pretend Im who you want me to be, so Im (Lying my way from) If you feeling like a pimp, nigga go on, brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go on, brush your shoulders off Niggas is crazy baby, dont forget that boy told you, get that dirt off your shoulders You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders I probably owe it to yall Probably be locked by the force Tryin to hustle some things There I go with the porsch Feeling no remorse Feeling like my hand was forced Middle finger to the law Nigga, gripping my balls Said, the ladies they love me, From the bleachers they screaming All the ballers is bouncing They like the way I be leanin All the rappers be hatin Off the track that Im makin But all the hustlers, they love it Just to see one of us make it Came from the bottom of bottom To the top of the pops Nigga London, Japan And Im straight up the block Like a running back, get it man Im straight off the block I could run it back nigga cuz Im straight with the ROC If you feeling like a pimp, nigga go on, brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go on, brush your shoulders off Niggas is crazy baby, dont forget that boy told you, get that dirt off your shoulders You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders Ya homie holdin position In the kitchen with soda I just whipped up a watch Tryin to get me a rover Tryin to stretch out the coka Like a wrestler, yes sir Keep the heckler close You know them smokersll test ya But like, 52 cards went out Im through dealing now 52 bars come out Now you feel em now 52 cars roll out Remove ceiling in case 52 broads come out Now you chillin with a boss bitch Of course, SC on the sleeve At the forty-forty club ESPN on the screen I paid a grip for the jeans Plus the slippers is clean No chrome on the wheels Im a baller for real Chill I remember what they taught to me Remember condescending talk for 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 Im (Trying to bend the truth) The more I push the more Im pulling away cuz Im 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 Id rather be all alone (No turning back now) Anywhere on my own cause I can see (No no turning back now) The very worst part of you The very worst part of you is me This isnt what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me Like This This isnt what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me Like This This isnt what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me Like This This isnt what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me Like This 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 Id 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!
01. Dirt Off Your Shoulder/Lying From You
Hahaha, wasting your talent Randy! Yeah, youre ready? Its like Im paranoid, lookin over my back Its like a whirlwind inside of my head Its like I cant stop what Im hearing within Its like the face inside is right Come on! Why does it look like night today? Something insides is not right today Why am I so uptight today? Paranoias all I got left I dont know what stressed me first Or how the pressure was fed But I know just what it feels like To have a voice in the back of my head Its like a face that I hold inside A face that awakes when I close my eyes A face that watches everytime they lie A face that laughs everytime they fall (And watches everything) So you know that when its time to sink or swim That face inside is hearing me Right underneath my skin Its like Im paranoid, lookin over my back Its like a whirlwind inside of my head Its like I cant stop what Im hearing within Its like the face inside is right You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em Cause I dont fuckin need em Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good But I dont fuckin feed em First time they fuss Im breezin Talkin bout, Whats the reasons? Im a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch Better trust than believe em In the cut where I keep em til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts Then its, beep beep and Im pickin em up Let em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head, Im a break bread So you can be livin it up? Shit I Parts with nothin, yall be frontin Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin, never happen Ill be forever mackin Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion I got no patience And I hate waitin Hoe get yo ass in And lets ri-i-i-i-i-ide check em out now ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah And lets ri-i-i-i-i-ide check em out now ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah We doin big pimpin, we spendin Gs Check em out now Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.s We doin big pimpin up in N.Y.C. Its just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B.U.N.B Yo yo yo big pimpin, spendin Gs We doin big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.s We doin big pimpin up in N.Y.C. Its just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B.U.N.B-B-B
02. Big Pimpin/Papercut
Uh, uh, Jigga What? Uh, uh, Jigga Who? Uh, uh, Jigga What? Uh, uh, Jigga Who? Uh, uh, Jigga What? You gonna need a vocal here right? Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit numerous shots with the fo-fo Faggots runnin to the Po-Pos, smoke em like cocoa Fuck rap, coke by the boatload Fuck dat, 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 And hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you But see me I wanna fuck for free, like Akinyele Take this ride til you feel it inside ya belly If its tight get the K-Y Jelly All night get you wide up inside the telly Side to side, til you say Jay-Z youre too much for me I am A little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard Handful of complaints but I cant help the fact That everyone can see these scars I am What I want you to want what I want you to feel And its like no matter what I do I cant 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 Im not Ill be here cause your all that Ive got Got a condo with nuttin 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 Im blastin a tec, never jam though Never get high, never run out of ammo Niggas hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch You know your favorite, I know it made you sick And now youre, actin raw but you never had war Dont know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe Now shes mad at me, cause your majesty, just happened to be A pimp what a tragedy She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked her friend She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again I seen her tears as she busted in, I said Shit theres a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in! I am A little bit insecure a little unconfident Cause you dont understand I do what I can But sometimes I dont make sense I am What you never wanna say but Ive never had a doubt Its like no matter what I do I cant convince you For once just to hear me out So I Let go watching you turn your back like you always do Face away and pretend that Im not But Ill be here cause youre all that Ive got I cant feel the way I did before Dont turn your back on me I wont be ignored Time wont heal this damage anymore Dont turn your back on me I wont be ignored Now Hear me out now Youre gonna listen to me, like it or not Right now Hear me out now Youre gonna listen to me, like it or not Right now I cant feel the way I did before Dont turn your back on me I wont be ignored I cant feel the way I did before Dont turn your back on me I wont be ignored Time wont heal this damage anymore Dont turn your back on me I wont be ignored I cant feel Dont turn your back on me I wont be ignored Time wont heal Dont turn your back on me I wont be ignored
03. Jigga What/Faint
Yeah Thank you, thank you, thank you, youre far too kind Wooooo! Ha! Uh! Woo! Ready? Woo! Woo! Woo! Lets go Now can I get an encore, do you want more? Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need yall 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 yall know where Im lyrically at Cant none of yall mirror me back Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G rap in his prime Im, young H.O. raps grateful dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread Im 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 your man Hov cracked the can open again Who you gon find doper than him with no pen just draw off inspiration (-tion) Soon you gon see you cant replace him (him) with cheap imitations for these generations Now can I get an encore, do you want more? Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need yall to roar (roar, 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 What the hell are you waiting for? 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 (yea) As fate would have it, Jays 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 aint to play games witchu Its to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you Im blowin you to smithereens Cocksucker 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 Im tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless lost under the surface Dont know what youre 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) Ive become so numb I cant feel you there Ive become so tired so much more aware Im becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you Ive become so numb Now can I get an encore, do you want more? Ive become so numb So for one last time I need yall to roar One last time I need yall to roar
04. Numb/Encore
This is fun Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world The flow o the century always timeless HOV! Thank you for comin out tonight You coulda been anywhere in the world, but youre here with us We appreciate that uh! H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA Was herbin em in the home of the terrapins Got it dirt cheap for them Plus if they was short wit cheese I would work wit them Boy and we got rid of that dirt for them Wasnt born hustlers I was burpin em H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy Cant leave rap alone the game needs me Haters want me clapped in chrome it aint easy Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me Therefore he doesnt exist So poof vamoose son of a bitch H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Thats the anthem getcha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty yall gotta feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A (Check it out) Yo, It starts with one thing I dont know why It doesnt even matter how hard you try Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme To explain in due time All I know Time is a valuable thing Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings Watch it count down to the end of the day The clock ticks life away Its so unreal I didnt look out below I watch the time go right out the window Trying to hold on and didnt even know I wasted it all just to watch you go I kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A LP, Jay-Z, Help me out They havin a good old time out there It starts with H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A LP, Jay-Z, Help me out They havin a good old time out there It starts with H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A LP, Jay-Z, Help me out Yeah, yeah, yes its here ladys and gentleman It starts with H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
05. Izzo/'In The End
If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one Hit me! Hes got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes who wanna make sure his caskets closed Rap critics that say hes Money Cash Hoes Hes from the hood stupid what type of facts are those If you grew up with holes in your zapitos Youd be celebratin the minute you was havin doe So fuck critics you can kiss our whole assholes You dont like our lyrics you can press fast forward Beef with radio if we dont play they show They dont play our hits well we dont give a shit, so All these mags trying to use our ass So advertisers can give em more cash for adsfuckers I dont know what you take us as Or understand the intellegence that Jay-Z has From rags to ritches, we aint dumb We got 99 problems but a bitch aint one Hit me! 99 problems but a bitch aint one If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one The year is 94 and in my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin law I got two choices yall pull over the car or Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor Now I aint tryin to see no highway chase with jake Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case So I , Pull over to the side of the road And I heard Son do you know why I m stoppin you for? Cause I m young and I m black and my hats real low Do I look like a mind reader sir, I dont know Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo? Well you was doin fifty five in a fifty four Liscense and regestration and step out of the car Are you carryin a weapon on you I know alot of you are I aint steppin out of shit all my papers legit Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit? Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back And I know my rights so you gon need a warrant for that Arent you sharp as a tack (Yep!) you some type of lawyer or something? Or somebody important or somethin? Nah I aint pass the bar but I know a little bit Enough that you wont illegally search my shit Well see how smart you are when the canines come I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one Hit me! 99 problems but a bitch aint one If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one Hit me! 99 problems but a bitch aint one If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one Hit me! 99 problems but a bitch aint one If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy But a pussy havin no God damn sense, try and push me I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform You know the type loud as a motor bike But wouldnt bust a grape in a fruit fight The only thing thats gonna happen is imma get to clappin He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain And there I go traped in the kit kat again Back through the system with the riff raff again Fiends on the floor scratchin again Paparatzis with they cameras snappin them D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again Half-a-mil for bail cause Im African All because ths fool was harrasin them Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin But aint nothin sweet bout how I hold my gun I got 99 problems but this bitch aint one 99 problems but a bitch aint one If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one Hit me 99 problems but a bitch aint one If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one Hit me Shut up when Im talking to you Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up when Im talking to you Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Im about to break Everything you say to me I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one Hit me I need a little room to breathe I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one Hit me Everything you say to me I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one Hit me I need a little room to breathe I got 99 problems And I m about to break
06. Points of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer
