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  • Last Night I Didn't Get To Sleep At All Artist: 5th Dimension Album: Ultimate 5th Dimension Description Not Provided Lyrics Last night I didn't get to sleep at all, no, no
    I lay awake and watched until the mornin' light
    Washed away the darkness of the lonely night (lonely night)

    Oh, and last night I got to thinkin' maybe I, I, I
    Should call you up and just forget my foolish pride
    I heard your number ringin', I went cold inside
    And last night I didn't get to sleep at all

    I know it's not my fault, I did my best
    God knows this heart of mine could use a rest
    But more and more I find the dreams I left behind
    Are somehow too real to replace (to replace)

    Oh, last night I didn't get to sleep at all, no, no
    The sleepin' pill I took was just a waste of time
    I couldn't close my eyes 'cause you we're on my mind
    And last night I didn't get to sleep, didn't get to sleep
    No, I didn't get to sleep at all at all

    (Instrumental Interlude)

    But more and more I find the dreams I left behind
    Are somehow too real to replace (to replace)

    Oh-uh-oh last night I didn't get to sleep at all no, no
    The sleepin' pill I took was just a waste of time
    I couldn't close my eyes 'cause you we're on my mind
    And last night I didn't get to sleep, didn't get to sleep
    No, I didn't get to sleep at all at all

    No, no, no
    No, no, no

    Last night I didn't get to sleep at all, no, no
    Last night I didn't get to sleep at all
    (oh, oh)


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  • One Less Bell To Answer Artist: 5th Dimension Album: Ghetto Fabolous Description Not Provided Lyrics One less bell to answer
    One less egg to fry
    One less man to pick up after
    I should be happy
    But all I do is cry
    (Cry, cry, no more laughter) I should be happy
    (Oh, why did he go)
    Since he left my life's so empty
    Though I try to forget it just can't be done
    Each time the doorbell rings I still run
    I don't know how in the world
    To stop thinking of him
    'Cause I still love him so
    I spend each day the way I start out
    Crying my heart out
    One less man to pick up after
    No more laughter, no more love
    Since he went away (he went away)
    (One less bell to answer) Why did he leave me
    (Why, why, why did he leave)
    (One less bell to answer) Now I've got one less egg to fry
    One less egg to fry
    (Why, why, why did he leave) And all I do is cry
    (One less bell to answer) Because a man told me goodbye
    (Why, why, why did he leave)
    (One less bell to answer) Somebody tell me please
    Where did he go, why did he go
    (Why, why, why did he leave) How could he leave me


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  • Stoned Soul Picnic Artist: 5th Dimension Album: Greatest Hits Description Not Provided Lyrics Can you surry, can you picnic?
    Can you surry, can you picnic?
    Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
    Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
    There'll be lots of time and wine
    Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine
    Red yellow honey
    Sassafras and moonshine (moonshine)
    Stoned soul, stoned soul
    Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
    Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
    Rain and sun come in akin
    And from the sky come the Lord and the lightning
    And from the sky come
    The Lord and the lightning
    Stoned soul, stoned soul
    Surry on soul
    Surry, Surry, Surry, Surry
    There'll be trains of blossoms (there'll be trains of blossoms)
    There'll be trains of music (there'll be music)
    There'll be trains of trust, trains of golden dust
    Come along and surry on sweet trains of thought
    Surry on down
    Can you surry, can you surry
    Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
    Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
    There'll be lots of time and wine
    Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine
    Red yellow honey
    Sassafras and moonshine (moonshine)
    Stoned soul, stoned soul
    Stoned soul yeah
    Surry on soul
    Surry


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  • Wanksta Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rick or Die Tryin' Description Not Provided Lyrics Whooo
    Yeah
    It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
    Break it down
    I got a lot of living to do before I die
    And I ain't got time to waste
    Let's make it

    You say you a gangsta but you never pop nothin'
    We say you a Wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
    You ain't a friend of mine,
    You ain't no kin of mine,
    What makes you think that I won't run up on you with the nine
    We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
    So hurry up and copy go selling nicks and dimes
    Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine
    A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
    I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line
    I'm f****** with they mind
    I make them press rewind
    They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
    Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime
    I send you my line, I did a three to nine
    If d's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

    Chorus times 2

    You say you a gangsta
    But you neva pop nothin'
    We say you a wanksta
    And you need to stop frontin'
    You go to the dealership
    But you never cop nothin'
    You been hustlin' a long time
    And you ain't got nothin'

    Damn homie, in highschool you was the man, homie
    What the f*** happened you?
    I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
    Nigga you play with my paper, you gonna meet my berretta
    Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
    I'm livin once then deada, I know I can do betta'
    She look good but I know she after my chedda
    She tryin' to get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
    Be easy, start some bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
    We're in the club doing the same old two step
    Gorilla Unit cuz they say we bugged out
    Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

    Chorus times 2

    Me I'm no mobsta', me I'm no gangsta'
    Me I'm no hitman, me I'm just me, me
    Me I'm no wanksta', me I'm no acta'
    But it's me you see on your TV
    Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
    I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy
    By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
    If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
    N***** sayin' they gonna murder 50, how?
    We ridin' round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
    What you know about AK's and AR 15's?
    Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and
    IF beams, huh

    Chorus times 2

    A-ha
    Damn homie


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  • What Up Gangsta Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin' [Explicit] Description Not Provided Lyrics G-Unit (bo)

    We in here (bo)
    We can get the drama popping
    We don't care (bo,bo,bo)
    It's going down (bo)
    'Cause I'm around (bo)
    50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)

    Chorus: repeat 2x

    What up, blood? (What)
    What up, Cuz? (What)
    What up, blood? (What)
    What up, Gangstaaa?

    Verse 1

    They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest
    Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
    I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court
    But I'll hunt or duck a n**** down like it's sport
    Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or buck ya
    You getting money? I can't get none with ya then fuck ya
    I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.
    I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise
    Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me
    I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
    Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)
    D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid
    This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it
    Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
    I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel
    Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what)

    Chorus (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)

    (Bridge)

    We don't play that
    We don't play that
    We don't play that (G-Unit)
    We don't play around

    Verse 2

    I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
    When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
    When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
    In December I'll make your block feel like summer
    The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
    Every chick I f*** with is a dime
    I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
    Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone
    Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
    I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
    Industry h*** f*** us, in the hood they love us
    Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas

    Chorus (2x)

    (Bridge 4x)


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  • Wobble Wobble Artist: 504 Boyz Album: Goodfellas Description Not Provided Lyrics Yo', this Jay-tweezie keeping it live for the heezie
    For cheezy with them 504 Boyz you dig, check it
    This here is to played loud as possible
    Preferably in residential neighborhoods and night clubs
    Grab your shorty and let's go

    Hook

    Now won't you wobble wobble
    Let me see you shake it, shake it
    Now won't you drop it, drop it
    Ohh, take it, take it (2x)

    (Mac)
    You already know what's happenin' when I step in this bitch
    And I know you've heard of me,
    Cause I'm right there off of GT and Derbigny
    You've been 'bout serving it, every since you heard my song
    I got you bucked up, you want that camouflage love, huh
    You got me fucked up
    I just want to see you wobble, like your momma's won that lotto
    Like your daddy full of that bottle
    Like your brother when he caught them hollows
    Like them G.T. bitches, them Saint T. bitches, my No Limit bitches
    Them boss bitches who 'bout they riches, and it ain't no secret
    They want that soldier dick that you only get from that soldier clique
    That Whoa! bitch I told ya' dick, 'welling up
    We drop it like it's hotter, from the dance floor to the Ramada
    Giving up them peso's, I thinks nada, look

    Hook

    (Master P/Nino Brown)
    Now when you shake that ass, I get rocked up
    You got a boyfriend boo (Wodie, my man locked up)
    Everytime you wobble wobble it gets me horny
    So I can ride that ass from the night until in the morning
    I could respect your mind, if you could respect the game
    Is it cool to fuck, or is this about some change

    Hook

    (Magic, Silkk/Vito)
    I like it when I see 'em at the club, shaking that thang
    Girl you really got me thinking 'bout taking that thang, come here
    Now when they wobbly, wobbly, ass bouncing everywhere
    The way she drop it like that, I can't help but to stare
    Got a nigga saying "Ohhh girl"
    Come a little closer, I'm trying to make you out my boo girl
    Don't move girl, I'm on my way to the floor baby
    Coming for mine, want to see if you can really shake it
    Let's bump and grind, girl you did that
    The way you bounce it and shake it, you know I'm with that
    I'm trying to get that, cause you got me rock hard
    Ohh my God, got me hoppidy, hoppidy, hop, hopping like a dog, woof

    Hook

    (Mystikal/G-Money)
    Back your ass, Whoo, the fuck up
    I thought I told you, put your meanest face on for me
    And them steel-toe boots, gonna stomp your ass
    Want it, hunt it, some old niggas ready to jump your ass

    (Krazy)
    I'll be there for you baby, just beep me
    Start paging soldier, when you want a freak male
    I like freaking at your man's house, when he leave I toot
    What would he say if he knew that I was sexing you

    (C-Murder)
    Let me see you wobble then shake it, then baby pop it, don't break it
    You want love let's make it, I just can't wait 'til you naked
    You lick your lips it makes me hard
    Daydreamin' of screamin' and fiendin'
    You creamin' for sex, that you gonna get this evening
    Ya' heard me

    Hook

    We them 504 Boyz, huh, we them 504 Boyz


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  • Outta Control Artist: 50 Cent Album: The Massacre Description Not Provided Lyrics Intro - 50 Cent

    Yeah
    Shady
    Aftermath

    Chorus - 50 Cent

    I guess you didn't know
    I be back for more
    Everybody's on the floor
    Goin', goin' outta control

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    Set it off from your left dawg
    Set it off from your right dawg
    Set it off n**** I said set if off

    Verse 1

    Sick with it boy, better get wit it what
    In the club, I get it goin' goin' uhh
    Just move it to the music its on
    To the sound of 50 and D-R-E
    Everythings calculated in time percised
    Never move another mill let's get right aight
    Success is my drug of choice I'm high off life
    Feelin' lucky enough to bet it all on the dice
    Shorty do what you wanna do
    Hit the dance floor, move how you wanna move
    Later on, we can cruise if you wanna cruise
    Its whatever you want, the fact is I got more than I flaunt

    Chorus - 50 Cent

    I did my thang in the club
    Every chance I get, I tear it up
    Dance floor, jam-packed
    I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    Set it off from your left dawg
    Set if off from your right dawg
    Set it off nigga I said set it off

    Verse 2

    System thumpin', dance floor jumpin'
    We thirty deep in this bitch, we stuntin'
    Thats what you get, you in my hood
    I thought you understood
    You know me, VIP, no ID
    Bottles in DP, I do it real BIG
    B****** break their necks to be where I be
    Take 'em to ecstacy without ecstacy
    I'm the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipe
    Doc got the antedote and send the drugs in the nose
    Can you feel it, Em said for me to make ya feel it
    And remind you that you rockin' with the realest

    Chorus - 50 Cent

    I did my thang in the club
    Every chance I get, I tear it up
    Dance floor, jam-packed
    I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    Set it off from your left dawg
    Set it off from your right dawg
    Set it off n**** I said set it off

    Verse 3

    I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' up
    I do my thang in the club with the burner tounge
    Till the speakers all blown we gon' turn it up
    And do that damn thang, yeah do that mayn
    Shorty, hit me high, then hit me low
    Get to poppin' and shakin' that thang on the flo'
    A little dose of it, now I want some more
    No body put that thang on me like that before
    I be a fiend for it, its the way you move
    But I ain't payin' for it, cause I ain't no fool
    If you okay with it, tonight I'll stay with it
    Hit the telly, play wit it, in a major way get it

    Chorus - 50 Cent

    I did my thang in the club
    Every chance I get, I tear it up
    Dance floor, jam-packed
    I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    Set if off from your left dawg
    Set it off from your right dawg
    Set it off nigga I said set it off


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  • Just a Lil Bit Artist: 50 Cent Album: The Massacre Description Not Provided Lyrics [Intro]
    Yeah
    Shady
    Aftermath
    G-Unit

    [Verse 1]

    Damn baby all I need is a lil bit
    A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
    Get it crackin in the club when you hear this shit
    Drop it like it's hot, get to workin' that back
    Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
    Let me see it go up and down
    Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
    Can you make it go round and round
    I step up in the club, I'm like who you with
    G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique
    Yeah I'm young, but a n**** from the old school
    On the dance floor, a n**** doin old moves
    I don't give a fuck, I do what I wanna do
    I hit your ass up, boy I done warned you
    Better listen, when I talk, n**** don't trip
    Yo heat in the car, mines in this b****
    I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on
    Got my diamonds, my fited, and my mink on
    I'ma kick it at the bar till it's time to go
    Then I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know

    [Chorus]

    All a n**** really need is a lil bit
    Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
    We can head to the crib in a lil bit
    I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
    I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
    Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit
    Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit
    Get to lickin and -- a lil bit

    [Verse 2]

    This is 50, comin out your stereos
    Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
    Eyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro
    Pockets on swoll cause I move the Os
    My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
    Come get ya b****, she on me dawg
    She musta heard about the dough
    Now captain come on and save a h**
    I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
    Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
    When the kid in the house, I turn it out
    Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt
    And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
    She back it up on me I'm like oh mayn
    I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
    System thumpin, party jumpin, I said loud and clear

    [Chorus]

    All a n**** really need is a lil bit
    Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
    We can head to the crib in a lil bit
    I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
    I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
    Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit
    Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit
    Get to lickin and -- a lil bit

    [Bridge]

    Baby you got me feelin right (ya heard me)
    My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
    I ain't playin, I'ma tryna f*** tonight (ya heard me)
    Clothes off, face down, a** up, cmon

    [Chorus x2]

    All a n**** really need is a lil bit
    Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
    We can head to the crib in a lil bit
    I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
    I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
    Take em off and pull em down a lil bit
    Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit
    Get to lickin and -- a lil bit


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  • Many Men Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin Description Not Provided Lyrics [Lloyd Banks]

    Man we gotta go get something to eat man
    I'm hungry as a motherfucker

    [50 Cent]

    Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?

    [Lloyd Banks]

    50, calm down, here he come

    [9 Shots]

    [Banks and 50]

    Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?

    [50 Cent]

    Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

    [Intro: 50 Cent - singing]

    Many men, wish death upon me
    Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
    I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
    And niggaz trying to take my life away
    I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
    My back on the wall, now you gon' see
    Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
    Cause I'll come and take your life away

    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death 'pon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me

    [Verse One]

    Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head
    Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
    I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
    I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
    When I rhyme, something special happen every time
    I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
    I walk the block with the bundles
    I've been knocked on the humble
    Swing the ox when I rumble
    Show your ass what my gun do
    Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
    Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
    I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
    Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

    [Chorus - singing]

    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death 'pon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me
    Have mercy on my soul
    Somewhere my heart turned cold
    Have mercy on many men
    Many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me

    [Verse Two]

    Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
    Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
    Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
    It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
    This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars
    For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
    I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
    Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
    I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
    Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
    Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me
    I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Three]

    Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
    I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
    In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me
    Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
    The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
    I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
    I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
    Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
    In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
    Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
    Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
    'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing

    [Chorus]


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  • P.I.M.P. Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rich or Die Tryin' Description Not Provided Lyrics Chorus

    I don't know what you heard about me
    But a b**** can't get a dollar out of me
    No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
    That I'm a motherf****** P-I-M-P
    (Repeat)

    Verse 1

    Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
    She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
    That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
    She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
    I spit a little G man, and my game got her
    A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
    Them trick n***** in her ear saying they think about her
    I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
    She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
    She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
    I ain't that n**** trying to holla cause I want some head
    I'm that n**** trying to holla cause I want some bread
    I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
    B**** hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
    Look baby this is simple, you can't see
    You f****** with me, you f****** with a P-I-M-P

    Chorus

    Verse 2

    I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
    If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
    Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
    Head full of hair, b**** I'm a P-I-M-P
    Come get money with me, if you curious to see
    How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
    Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
    From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
    Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
    We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
    We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
    If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
    I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
    If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
    That other n**** you be with ain't bout shit
    I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, b****

    Chorus

    Verse 3

    I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
    I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
    I holla at a hoe til I got a b**** confused
    She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
    I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
    Man this h** you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
    Man, b****** come and go, every n**** pimpin' know
    You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
    Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
    Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
    Now Nik my bottom b****, she always come up with my bread
    The last n**** she was with put stitches in her head
    Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a b****
    Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
    H** make a pimp rich, I ain't paying b****
    Catch a date, suck a d***, shiiit, trick

    Chorus


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  • Last Night I Didn't Get To Sleep At All Artist: 5th Dimension Album: Ultimate 5th Dimension Description Not Provided Lyrics Last night I didn't get to sleep at all, no, no
    I lay awake and watched until the mornin' light
    Washed away the darkness of the lonely night (lonely night)

    Oh, and last night I got to thinkin' maybe I, I, I
    Should call you up and just forget my foolish pride
    I heard your number ringin', I went cold inside
    And last night I didn't get to sleep at all

    I know it's not my fault, I did my best
    God knows this heart of mine could use a rest
    But more and more I find the dreams I left behind
    Are somehow too real to replace (to replace)

    Oh, last night I didn't get to sleep at all, no, no
    The sleepin' pill I took was just a waste of time
    I couldn't close my eyes 'cause you we're on my mind
    And last night I didn't get to sleep, didn't get to sleep
    No, I didn't get to sleep at all at all

    (Instrumental Interlude)

    But more and more I find the dreams I left behind
    Are somehow too real to replace (to replace)

    Oh-uh-oh last night I didn't get to sleep at all no, no
    The sleepin' pill I took was just a waste of time
    I couldn't close my eyes 'cause you we're on my mind
    And last night I didn't get to sleep, didn't get to sleep
    No, I didn't get to sleep at all at all

    No, no, no
    No, no, no

    Last night I didn't get to sleep at all, no, no
    Last night I didn't get to sleep at all
    (oh, oh)


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  • One Less Bell To Answer Artist: 5th Dimension Album: Ghetto Fabolous Description Not Provided Lyrics One less bell to answer
    One less egg to fry
    One less man to pick up after
    I should be happy
    But all I do is cry
    (Cry, cry, no more laughter) I should be happy
    (Oh, why did he go)
    Since he left my life's so empty
    Though I try to forget it just can't be done
    Each time the doorbell rings I still run
    I don't know how in the world
    To stop thinking of him
    'Cause I still love him so
    I spend each day the way I start out
    Crying my heart out
    One less man to pick up after
    No more laughter, no more love
    Since he went away (he went away)
    (One less bell to answer) Why did he leave me
    (Why, why, why did he leave)
    (One less bell to answer) Now I've got one less egg to fry
    One less egg to fry
    (Why, why, why did he leave) And all I do is cry
    (One less bell to answer) Because a man told me goodbye
    (Why, why, why did he leave)
    (One less bell to answer) Somebody tell me please
    Where did he go, why did he go
    (Why, why, why did he leave) How could he leave me


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  • Stoned Soul Picnic Artist: 5th Dimension Album: Greatest Hits Description Not Provided Lyrics Can you surry, can you picnic?
    Can you surry, can you picnic?
    Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
    Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
    There'll be lots of time and wine
    Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine
    Red yellow honey
    Sassafras and moonshine (moonshine)
    Stoned soul, stoned soul
    Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
    Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
    Rain and sun come in akin
    And from the sky come the Lord and the lightning
    And from the sky come
    The Lord and the lightning
    Stoned soul, stoned soul
    Surry on soul
    Surry, Surry, Surry, Surry
    There'll be trains of blossoms (there'll be trains of blossoms)
    There'll be trains of music (there'll be music)
    There'll be trains of trust, trains of golden dust
    Come along and surry on sweet trains of thought
    Surry on down
    Can you surry, can you surry
    Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
    Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
    There'll be lots of time and wine
    Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine
    Red yellow honey
    Sassafras and moonshine (moonshine)
    Stoned soul, stoned soul
    Stoned soul yeah
    Surry on soul
    Surry


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  • Wanksta Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rick or Die Tryin' Description Not Provided Lyrics Whooo
    Yeah
    It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
    Break it down
    I got a lot of living to do before I die
    And I ain't got time to waste
    Let's make it

    You say you a gangsta but you never pop nothin'
    We say you a Wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
    You ain't a friend of mine,
    You ain't no kin of mine,
    What makes you think that I won't run up on you with the nine
    We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
    So hurry up and copy go selling nicks and dimes
    Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine
    A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
    I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line
    I'm f****** with they mind
    I make them press rewind
    They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
    Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime
    I send you my line, I did a three to nine
    If d's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

    Chorus times 2

    You say you a gangsta
    But you neva pop nothin'
    We say you a wanksta
    And you need to stop frontin'
    You go to the dealership
    But you never cop nothin'
    You been hustlin' a long time
    And you ain't got nothin'

    Damn homie, in highschool you was the man, homie
    What the f*** happened you?
    I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
    Nigga you play with my paper, you gonna meet my berretta
    Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
    I'm livin once then deada, I know I can do betta'
    She look good but I know she after my chedda
    She tryin' to get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
    Be easy, start some bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
    We're in the club doing the same old two step
    Gorilla Unit cuz they say we bugged out
    Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

    Chorus times 2

    Me I'm no mobsta', me I'm no gangsta'
    Me I'm no hitman, me I'm just me, me
    Me I'm no wanksta', me I'm no acta'
    But it's me you see on your TV
    Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
    I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy
    By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
    If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
    N***** sayin' they gonna murder 50, how?
    We ridin' round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
    What you know about AK's and AR 15's?
    Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and
    IF beams, huh

    Chorus times 2

    A-ha
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  • What Up Gangsta Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin' [Explicit] Description Not Provided Lyrics G-Unit (bo)

    We in here (bo)
    We can get the drama popping
    We don't care (bo,bo,bo)
    It's going down (bo)
    'Cause I'm around (bo)
    50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)

    Chorus: repeat 2x

    What up, blood? (What)
    What up, Cuz? (What)
    What up, blood? (What)
    What up, Gangstaaa?

    Verse 1

    They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest
    Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
    I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court
    But I'll hunt or duck a n**** down like it's sport
    Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or buck ya
    You getting money? I can't get none with ya then fuck ya
    I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.
    I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise
    Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me
    I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
    Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)
    D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid
    This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it
    Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
    I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel
    Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what)

    Chorus (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)

    (Bridge)

    We don't play that
    We don't play that
    We don't play that (G-Unit)
    We don't play around

    Verse 2

    I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
    When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
    When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
    In December I'll make your block feel like summer
    The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
    Every chick I f*** with is a dime
    I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
    Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone
    Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
    I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
    Industry h*** f*** us, in the hood they love us
    Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas

    Chorus (2x)

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  • Wobble Wobble Artist: 504 Boyz Album: Goodfellas Description Not Provided Lyrics Yo', this Jay-tweezie keeping it live for the heezie
    For cheezy with them 504 Boyz you dig, check it
    This here is to played loud as possible
    Preferably in residential neighborhoods and night clubs
    Grab your shorty and let's go

    Hook

    Now won't you wobble wobble
    Let me see you shake it, shake it
    Now won't you drop it, drop it
    Ohh, take it, take it (2x)

    (Mac)
    You already know what's happenin' when I step in this bitch
    And I know you've heard of me,
    Cause I'm right there off of GT and Derbigny
    You've been 'bout serving it, every since you heard my song
    I got you bucked up, you want that camouflage love, huh
    You got me fucked up
    I just want to see you wobble, like your momma's won that lotto
    Like your daddy full of that bottle
    Like your brother when he caught them hollows
    Like them G.T. bitches, them Saint T. bitches, my No Limit bitches
    Them boss bitches who 'bout they riches, and it ain't no secret
    They want that soldier dick that you only get from that soldier clique
    That Whoa! bitch I told ya' dick, 'welling up
    We drop it like it's hotter, from the dance floor to the Ramada
    Giving up them peso's, I thinks nada, look

    Hook

    (Master P/Nino Brown)
    Now when you shake that ass, I get rocked up
    You got a boyfriend boo (Wodie, my man locked up)
    Everytime you wobble wobble it gets me horny
    So I can ride that ass from the night until in the morning
    I could respect your mind, if you could respect the game
    Is it cool to fuck, or is this about some change

    Hook

    (Magic, Silkk/Vito)
    I like it when I see 'em at the club, shaking that thang
    Girl you really got me thinking 'bout taking that thang, come here
    Now when they wobbly, wobbly, ass bouncing everywhere
    The way she drop it like that, I can't help but to stare
    Got a nigga saying "Ohhh girl"
    Come a little closer, I'm trying to make you out my boo girl
    Don't move girl, I'm on my way to the floor baby
    Coming for mine, want to see if you can really shake it
    Let's bump and grind, girl you did that
    The way you bounce it and shake it, you know I'm with that
    I'm trying to get that, cause you got me rock hard
    Ohh my God, got me hoppidy, hoppidy, hop, hopping like a dog, woof

    Hook

    (Mystikal/G-Money)
    Back your ass, Whoo, the fuck up
    I thought I told you, put your meanest face on for me
    And them steel-toe boots, gonna stomp your ass
    Want it, hunt it, some old niggas ready to jump your ass

    (Krazy)
    I'll be there for you baby, just beep me
    Start paging soldier, when you want a freak male
    I like freaking at your man's house, when he leave I toot
    What would he say if he knew that I was sexing you

    (C-Murder)
    Let me see you wobble then shake it, then baby pop it, don't break it
    You want love let's make it, I just can't wait 'til you naked
    You lick your lips it makes me hard
    Daydreamin' of screamin' and fiendin'
    You creamin' for sex, that you gonna get this evening
    Ya' heard me

    Hook

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  • Outta Control Artist: 50 Cent Album: The Massacre Description Not Provided Lyrics Intro - 50 Cent

    Yeah
    Shady
    Aftermath

    Chorus - 50 Cent

    I guess you didn't know
    I be back for more
    Everybody's on the floor
    Goin', goin' outta control

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    Set it off from your left dawg
    Set it off from your right dawg
    Set it off n**** I said set if off

    Verse 1

    Sick with it boy, better get wit it what
    In the club, I get it goin' goin' uhh
    Just move it to the music its on
    To the sound of 50 and D-R-E
    Everythings calculated in time percised
    Never move another mill let's get right aight
    Success is my drug of choice I'm high off life
    Feelin' lucky enough to bet it all on the dice
    Shorty do what you wanna do
    Hit the dance floor, move how you wanna move
    Later on, we can cruise if you wanna cruise
    Its whatever you want, the fact is I got more than I flaunt

    Chorus - 50 Cent

    I did my thang in the club
    Every chance I get, I tear it up
    Dance floor, jam-packed
    I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    Set it off from your left dawg
    Set if off from your right dawg
    Set it off nigga I said set it off

    Verse 2

    System thumpin', dance floor jumpin'
    We thirty deep in this bitch, we stuntin'
    Thats what you get, you in my hood
    I thought you understood
    You know me, VIP, no ID
    Bottles in DP, I do it real BIG
    B****** break their necks to be where I be
    Take 'em to ecstacy without ecstacy
    I'm the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipe
    Doc got the antedote and send the drugs in the nose
    Can you feel it, Em said for me to make ya feel it
    And remind you that you rockin' with the realest

    Chorus - 50 Cent

    I did my thang in the club
    Every chance I get, I tear it up
    Dance floor, jam-packed
    I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    Set it off from your left dawg
    Set it off from your right dawg
    Set it off n**** I said set it off

    Verse 3

    I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' up
    I do my thang in the club with the burner tounge
    Till the speakers all blown we gon' turn it up
    And do that damn thang, yeah do that mayn
    Shorty, hit me high, then hit me low
    Get to poppin' and shakin' that thang on the flo'
    A little dose of it, now I want some more
    No body put that thang on me like that before
    I be a fiend for it, its the way you move
    But I ain't payin' for it, cause I ain't no fool
    If you okay with it, tonight I'll stay with it
    Hit the telly, play wit it, in a major way get it

    Chorus - 50 Cent

    I did my thang in the club
    Every chance I get, I tear it up
    Dance floor, jam-packed
    I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    Set if off from your left dawg
    Set it off from your right dawg
    Set it off nigga I said set it off


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  • Just a Lil Bit Artist: 50 Cent Album: The Massacre Description Not Provided Lyrics [Intro]
    Yeah
    Shady
    Aftermath
    G-Unit

    [Verse 1]

    Damn baby all I need is a lil bit
    A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
    Get it crackin in the club when you hear this shit
    Drop it like it's hot, get to workin' that back
    Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
    Let me see it go up and down
    Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
    Can you make it go round and round
    I step up in the club, I'm like who you with
    G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique
    Yeah I'm young, but a n**** from the old school
    On the dance floor, a n**** doin old moves
    I don't give a fuck, I do what I wanna do
    I hit your ass up, boy I done warned you
    Better listen, when I talk, n**** don't trip
    Yo heat in the car, mines in this b****
    I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on
    Got my diamonds, my fited, and my mink on
    I'ma kick it at the bar till it's time to go
    Then I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know

    [Chorus]

    All a n**** really need is a lil bit
    Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
    We can head to the crib in a lil bit
    I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
    I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
    Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit
    Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit
    Get to lickin and -- a lil bit

    [Verse 2]

    This is 50, comin out your stereos
    Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
    Eyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro
    Pockets on swoll cause I move the Os
    My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
    Come get ya b****, she on me dawg
    She musta heard about the dough
    Now captain come on and save a h**
    I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
    Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
    When the kid in the house, I turn it out
    Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt
    And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
    She back it up on me I'm like oh mayn
    I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
    System thumpin, party jumpin, I said loud and clear

    [Chorus]

    All a n**** really need is a lil bit
    Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
    We can head to the crib in a lil bit
    I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
    I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
    Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit
    Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit
    Get to lickin and -- a lil bit

    [Bridge]

    Baby you got me feelin right (ya heard me)
    My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
    I ain't playin, I'ma tryna f*** tonight (ya heard me)
    Clothes off, face down, a** up, cmon

    [Chorus x2]

    All a n**** really need is a lil bit
    Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
    We can head to the crib in a lil bit
    I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
    I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
    Take em off and pull em down a lil bit
    Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit
    Get to lickin and -- a lil bit


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  • Many Men Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin Description Not Provided Lyrics [Lloyd Banks]

    Man we gotta go get something to eat man
    I'm hungry as a motherfucker

    [50 Cent]

    Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?

    [Lloyd Banks]

    50, calm down, here he come

    [9 Shots]

    [Banks and 50]

    Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?

    [50 Cent]

    Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

    [Intro: 50 Cent - singing]

    Many men, wish death upon me
    Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
    I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
    And niggaz trying to take my life away
    I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
    My back on the wall, now you gon' see
    Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
    Cause I'll come and take your life away

    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death 'pon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me

    [Verse One]

    Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head
    Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
    I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
    I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
    When I rhyme, something special happen every time
    I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
    I walk the block with the bundles
    I've been knocked on the humble
    Swing the ox when I rumble
    Show your ass what my gun do
    Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
    Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
    I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
    Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

    [Chorus - singing]

    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death 'pon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me
    Have mercy on my soul
    Somewhere my heart turned cold
    Have mercy on many men
    Many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me

    [Verse Two]

    Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
    Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
    Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
    It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
    This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars
    For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
    I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
    Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
    I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
    Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
    Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me
    I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Three]

    Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
    I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
    In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me
    Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
    The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
    I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
    I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
    Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
    In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
    Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
    Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
    'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing

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  • P.I.M.P. Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rich or Die Tryin' Description Not Provided Lyrics Chorus

    I don't know what you heard about me
    But a b**** can't get a dollar out of me
    No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
    That I'm a motherf****** P-I-M-P
    (Repeat)

    Verse 1

    Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
    She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
    That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
    She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
    I spit a little G man, and my game got her
    A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
    Them trick n***** in her ear saying they think about her
    I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
    She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
    She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
    I ain't that n**** trying to holla cause I want some head
    I'm that n**** trying to holla cause I want some bread
    I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
    B**** hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
    Look baby this is simple, you can't see
    You f****** with me, you f****** with a P-I-M-P

    Chorus

    Verse 2

    I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
    If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
    Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
    Head full of hair, b**** I'm a P-I-M-P
    Come get money with me, if you curious to see
    How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
    Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
    From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
    Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
    We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
    We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
    If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
    I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
    If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
    That other n**** you be with ain't bout shit
    I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, b****

    Chorus

    Verse 3

    I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
    I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
    I holla at a hoe til I got a b**** confused
    She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
    I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
    Man this h** you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
    Man, b****** come and go, every n**** pimpin' know
    You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
    Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
    Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
    Now Nik my bottom b****, she always come up with my bread
    The last n**** she was with put stitches in her head
    Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a b****
    Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
    H** make a pimp rich, I ain't paying b****
    Catch a date, suck a d***, shiiit, trick

    Chorus


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Wedding Cake: While we must admit that wedding cake is delicious (mmmm, wedding cake, nom nom nom), your cake will also serve as a focal point of the wedding reception. Check out all of our wedding ideas for cake decorations as well as cake alternatives.

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Honeymoon: Project Wedding doesn’t stop with the wedding either. We’ve included hundreds of post-wedding ideas to inspire your perfect honeymoon!