Jay-Z Lyrics
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"Threat Lyrics"
Walk Me To The Door Lyrics
WALK ME TO THE DOOR (Conway Twitty) « © '65 Twitty Bird Music » Walk me to the door and hold me close just one more time Kiss me just once more the way you did when you were mine The longest walk I'll ever take will be across that floor That's why I'm asking one last favor walk me to the door I love another won't you let me be these are the words that you said to me How can I go throug
WALK ME TO THE DOOR (Conway Twitty) « © '65 Twitty Bird Music » Walk me to the door and hold me close just one more time Kiss me just once more the way you did when you were mine The longest walk I'll ever take will be across that floor That's why I'm asking one last favor walk me to the door I love another won't you let me be these are the words that you said to me How can I go throug
yeah...
i done told you niggas 9, 10 times stop fuckin wit me...
i done told you niggas 9 albums stop fuckin wit me...
i done told you niggas i got the 9 on me stop fuckin wit me...
you niggas must got 9 lives... 9th wonder...
i put that knife in ya... take little bit of life from ya
am i frightenin ya? shall i continue?
i put that gun to ya, i let it sing you a song
i let it hum to you, the other one sing along
now it's a duet and you wet when you check out
the tech-nique, from the two teks and i only need two lips
to blow just like a trumpet you dumb shit...
this is a unusual musical i conductor
you looking at the black warren buffet so all critics could duck sick...
i don't care if you c. dolores tucker or you bill o'reilly
you only riling me up... for 3 years they had me peei
R.O.D. Lyrics
It's approaching 600 pounds gas and flesh Robes in tatters It's approaching Lips and tongue abhorrent Flickering lexicon Or a stray dog pack leader Hide hide, all good people hang out for a result Hide dive hide, reasonable people in silence do exult Realm of dusk The Northerns Look at the North ones Their brains are unhinged by the sunng out of a cup
now they 'bout to free me up what you think i'm gon be what
rehabilitated man i still feel hatred
i'm young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked but...
you never had me like christina aguiler-ey
but catch me down the west side driving like halle berry,
on the F.D.R. in the seat of my car
screaming out the sunroof "death to y'all" you can't kill me...
i live forever through these bars i put the wolves on ya
i put a price on your head, the whole hood'll want ya
you're starting to look like bread, i send them boys at ya
i ain't talking bout feds nigga them body snatchers
nigga you heard what i said
i make them wait for you til 5 in the morning...
put your smarts on the side of your garment...
nigga stop fuckin wit me...
R... I.... P...
grown man i
i dig a hole in the desert then build the sands on you,
lay out blue print plans on you
we rat pack niggas let sam tap dance on you then
i'll sinatra shot ya goddamn you
i'll put the boy in the box
like david blaine let the audience watch it ain't a thang...
y'all wish it was frontin i george bush the button,
for the oil in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
your boy got the goods ya don't want none of it like,
castor oil i castor troy you,
change your face or the bullets change all that for you...
y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets
please don't make me park it in your upper level,
valet a couple strays from the .38 special nigga
God bless you...
i make them wait for you til 5 in the mo
put your smarts on the side of your garment...
nigga stop fuckin wit me...
R... I.... P...
when the gun is tucked un-tucked nigga you die
it's like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I
i'm the one thus meaning no one must try
no 2 no 3 no 4 know why?
because one's 4-5 might blow your high
you ain't gotta go to church you get to know yo' God,
it's a match made in heaven when i (POP) play the seven
put you on the nigga news UPN and eleven...
where you been you ain't heard, got the word that i'm (POP POP)
that i'm so sincerrrre...
i'm especially joe pesci wit' it friend
i will kill you commit suicide and kill you again...
i make them wait for you til 5 in the morning...
put your smarts on the side of your garment...
nigga stop fuckin wit me...
R... I.... P...
It's approaching 600 pounds gas and flesh Robes in tatters It's approaching Lips and tongue abhorrent Flickering lexicon Or a stray dog pack leader Hide hide, all good people hang out for a result Hide dive hide, reasonable people in silence do exult Realm of dusk The Northerns Look at the North ones Their brains are unhinged by the sun
now they 'bout to free me up what you think i'm gon be what
rehabilitated man i still feel hatred
i'm young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked but...
you never had me like christina aguiler-ey
but catch me down the west side driving like halle berry,
on the F.D.R. in the seat of my car
screaming out the sunroof "death to y'all" you can't kill me...
i live forever through these bars i put the wolves on ya
i put a price on your head, the whole hood'll want ya
you're starting to look like bread, i send them boys at ya
i ain't talking bout feds nigga them body snatchers
nigga you heard what i said
i make them wait for you til 5 in the morning...
put your smarts on the side of your garment...
nigga stop fuckin wit me...
R... I.... P...
grown man i
SEND ME THE PILLOW Lyrics
(Dieter Bohlen) Producer for Bonnie: Dieter Bohlen Memories of happy years Are all I have - When you're not here Oh I wish I could hold you in my arms again Rain is such a lonely sound Falling softly to the ground Oh I wish I could hold you in my arms again I need to hold you near - so until then *Send me the pillow that you dream on Send me a love line to your heart Oh
put hands on you, (Dieter Bohlen) Producer for Bonnie: Dieter Bohlen Memories of happy years Are all I have - When you're not here Oh I wish I could hold you in my arms again Rain is such a lonely sound Falling softly to the ground Oh I wish I could hold you in my arms again I need to hold you near - so until then *Send me the pillow that you dream on Send me a love line to your heart Oh
i dig a hole in the desert then build the sands on you,
lay out blue print plans on you
we rat pack niggas let sam tap dance on you then
i'll sinatra shot ya goddamn you
i'll put the boy in the box
like david blaine let the audience watch it ain't a thang...
y'all wish it was frontin i george bush the button,
for the oil in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
your boy got the goods ya don't want none of it like,
castor oil i castor troy you,
change your face or the bullets change all that for you...
y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets
please don't make me park it in your upper level,
valet a couple strays from the .38 special nigga
God bless you...
i make them wait for you til 5 in the mo
Guild and Regret Lyrics
Guilt and Regret, they are my two inbred brothers Guilt and Regret O god how I hate them both from the bottom of my heart Guilt and Regret and me wake up into a brand new day Guilt and Regret lively I am still dead tired - the night has been long and hard My brothers they ask me: "Do you recall anything from yester-night, no?" They laughed at me and go: "N
rning...Guilt and Regret, they are my two inbred brothers Guilt and Regret O god how I hate them both from the bottom of my heart Guilt and Regret and me wake up into a brand new day Guilt and Regret lively I am still dead tired - the night has been long and hard My brothers they ask me: "Do you recall anything from yester-night, no?" They laughed at me and go: "N
put your smarts on the side of your garment...
nigga stop fuckin wit me...
R... I.... P...
when the gun is tucked un-tucked nigga you die
it's like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I
i'm the one thus meaning no one must try
no 2 no 3 no 4 know why?
because one's 4-5 might blow your high
you ain't gotta go to church you get to know yo' God,
it's a match made in heaven when i (POP) play the seven
put you on the nigga news UPN and eleven...
where you been you ain't heard, got the word that i'm (POP POP)
that i'm so sincerrrre...
i'm especially joe pesci wit' it friend
i will kill you commit suicide and kill you again...
i make them wait for you til 5 in the morning...
put your smarts on the side of your garment...
nigga stop fuckin wit me...
R... I.... P...