Search results for 'if you look real close by jim lauderdale' Page #2

We All Die One Day

Eminem

Cheers

2003

'cause I don't have to (what?)
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you (what else?)
It's too real out

DJ Enuff Freestyle

The Diplomats

Diplomatic Immunity

2003

murder, it's foul murder 
Turkeys to cowburgers the code to I'll murder
Child if you style or wild splurge
Stay away OK, Mr Giles'll hurt you

I ain't

What You Been Drankin On?

Diddy

Harlem: Diary of a Summer [DualDisc]

2005

ain't drunk, hoe
I say, what you been drankin on?

I was up in the club vibin', sippin' on sizzurp vibin'
Gettin' a lil' close with my man, slow grindin?

ya, I get ya baby
Real talk, you know I get ya baby
If they don't, ya know I get ya baby
Aw yeah, ya know I get ya baby
Aw aw aw yeah
Oh oh uh oh
Yeah

or feast till I make it front street 
You won't ever be criticized by a real king 
You will never be villainized by ya real friends 
When you at peace you

brainwashed, really? (Really)
Kidnapped, really? (Really)
Can't eat, really? (Really)
Real talk, that shit sound silly (yeah)
And if you really, really wanna

A critical hit inflicted on the enemies
Cause Jim's always rolling with the NATURAL 20s
Raise your hand if you got mad skills
Keep it up if you got mad kills

Nigga, I was still fresh (uh)
If you take a walk in my shoes, shit, that's a real test (real)
You never seen your man on the news or witness real death

was the least bit civil?
If television had existed, you could
Be sure they would have been
There to cover it
Or maybe even participate in it
Like their

a suit of loot

You're surreal (That's one raw (big) deal)
You're surreal
Far too cerebral (enhanced appeal)
For mass appeal (I want my girls real)

You

to root for to win if they did
But I bet a stack
Whoever win gon look exactly like the bitch that I picked

If there was two of you against Ben
You could

to your face
When I put my hands on you
I'ma touch you and make you come close so you come by my way
(You come by my way)
When I put my hands on you

I feel I need a shrink, but have you ever asked a shrink if they need a shrink
Before you even blink, before you sip a drink, before you look at me,

and buy your publishin'
Aye look at him i own my publishin'
Then why you gettin' all worked up? I mean
If you broke and you own your publishin'
Well thanks

cope with the pains 

Wuttup with your man
He look like he's lost
That's Jim, he dim
No lamp in the fog
But you'd probably like him 
He's an honest one,

and 'bandoned houses
Jug all year, I ain't taking no losses
I got bitches in the trap
I got hookers by the store
Call me if you need a slut
You know Maxo jugging

you laugh, giggles flowing out the dam
Jim Belushi for the coochie, I'm the def to your jam
When I look on the Gram
I want a hun-nuh-ned grand
I want

like we sellin' books
Dolly Parton style, melons mushed
Now my bitch a dancer, I'm 'bout as sick as cancer
If you could swallow my style, you

I'm a tall grass sittin', long term thinkin'
Marijuana smokin', Jim Beam when I'm drinkin'
Chevrolet when I'm drivin'
I don't care about the year
I

Dats Why We Die

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

Roc-a-fella--dat's why we die

Verse 2
Let me tell you somethin partna you ain't ready to die
Cause you take yo last breath and you close yo eyes
Same ones dat stare

You should prolly close ya eyes 
You don't wanna risk of going blind do ya
Word light 
If u heard right
Prolly blurred sight
Flow mean like the stomp

don't want it, You gon' lose

I stay elevatin' like a soul
If don't give me mine
(If don't give me mine) shit a revelation
Killin' niggas by the genocide

tell you folks, we got a real problem with guns

In this country, we have people snapping

Almost twice, three, four, five times a year, right?

People

of your neck cause ill fill it with boba
Bitch your ass ain't even real, shits shaking like some gelatin
Diamonds climbing up a mountain, you can tell by