Eddie's Web


Collision Course EP Lyrics

Dirt Off Your Shoulder/Lying From You

I ordered a frapuccino, where is my fuckin frapuccino
All right lets do this

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 can't forget about the criminal I am
Stealing second after second just cause I know I can, but
I can't pretend this is the way it'll stay i'm just
Trying to bend the truth
I can't pretend i'm who you want me to be, so i'm
Lying my way from

If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the porsche
Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, nigga grip'n my balls
All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin
All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin
All the rappers be hatin, off the track that i'm makin
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots
Nigga london, japan and i'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, i'm straight off the block
I can run it back nigga cause i'm straight with the roc

If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get (Get), that (That), dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (Get), that (That), dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (Get), that (That), dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (Get), that (That), dirt off your shoulder

Your homey hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a rover
Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir
Keep the heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya
But like, fifty-two cards when i'm, i'm through dealin
Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel em
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin
With a boss bitch of course s.c. on the sleeve
At the 40/40 club, espn on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, i'm a balla for real, cheea

Yeah, I remember what they taught to me
Remember condescending talk of 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 i'm,
Trying to bend the truth
But the more I push the more i'm pulling away cause i'm

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 i'd 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 isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
Have you running from me like this
This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
Have you running from me like this
This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
Have you running from me  like this
This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
Have you running from me  like this

You
(No turning back now)
I wanna be pushed aside so let me go
(No no turning back now)
Let me take back my life i'd 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
Biatch

Big Pimpin/Papercut

Hahaha, wasting your talent, randy

Yeah,
It's like i'm paranoid lookin over my back
It's like a, whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I, can't stop what i'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right

Why does it feel like night today,
Something in here's not right today
Why am I so uptight today,
Paranoia's all I got left
I don't 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
It's like a face that I hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face watches every time I lie
A face that laughs every time I fall
(And watches everything)

So they know that when it's time to sink or swim
That the face inside is hearing me
Right beneath my skin

It's like i'm paranoid lookin over my back
It's like a, whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I, can't stop what i'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right

You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I don't fuckin feed em
First time they fuss i'm breezin
Talkin bout, what's the reasons
I'm 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 it's, beep beep and i'm 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, i'ma break bread
So you can be livin it up shit I,
Parts with nothin, y'all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman
Not for nothin, never happen
I'll 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 let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide, check em out now
Ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah
And let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide, check em out now
Ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah

We doin, big pimpin, we spendin g's
Check em out now
Big pimpin, on b.l.a.d.'s
We doin, big pimpin up in n.y.c.
It's just that jigga man, pimp c, and b-u-n b
Yo yo yo, big pimpin, spendin g's
We doin, big pimpin, on b.l.a.d.'s
We doin, big pimpin up in  n.y.c.
It's just that jigga man, pimp c, and b-u-n b b...

Jigga What/Faint

Jigga what, jigga who
Jigga what, jigga who
Jigga what, jigga who
You gon need a vocal in, right cheer

Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous shots with the fo-fo
Faggots wanna talk to po-po's, 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
Oh hey ma, how you, know niggas wanna buy you
But see me I wanna fuck for free like akinyele
Take this ride, make you feel it
Inside your belly, if it's tight get the k-y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say jay-z you're too much for me

I am, a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact
That everyone can see these scars
I am, what I want you to want, what I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do
I can't convince you to just believe this is real,
So, I let go watchin you, turn your back
Like you always do, face away and pretend that i'm not
But i'll be here cause you are all that i've got (Got 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 i'm blastin a tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're, actin raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, cause your majesty, just happened to be
A pimp with a tragedy
She wants 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,
There's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in

I am, a little bit insecure, a little unconfident
Cause you don't understand, I do what I can
But sometimes I don't make sense
I am what you never want to say but i've never
Had a doubt, it's like no matter what I do
I can't convince you for once just to hear me out
So, I let go watchin you, turn your back
Like you always do, face away and pretend that i'm not
But i'll be here cause you are all that i've got

I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored

No,
Hear me out now
You're gonna listen to me, like it or not
Right now,
Hear me out now
You're gonna listen to me, like it or not
Right now

I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored

I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored

I can't feel,
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal,
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored

Numb/Encore

Yeah, thank you, thank you, thank you,
You're far too kind

Can I get an encore, do you want more,
Cookin raw with the brooklyn boys
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 y'all know where i'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah, hearin me rap is like hearin g. rap in his prime
I'm young h.o. rap's grateful dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm 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 damn, your man hov cracked the can open again
Who you gon find doper than him with no pen
Just draw off inspiration (Shon)
Soon you gon see you can't replace him (Him)
With cheap imitations for dese generations

Can I get an encore, do you want more,
Cookin raw with the brooklyn boys
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,
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
As fate would have it jay's 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 ain't to play games with you
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you i'll blow you to smithereens
Sucka, 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 muh, if you want this encore
I need you to scream til your lungs get sore

Tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don't know what you're 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)
And every second I waste, is more than I can take
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

I've become so numb
(Can I get a encore, do you want more, more, more, more, more)
I've become so numb
(So, for one last time, I need y'all to roar one last time, I need y'all to roar)

Izzo/In The End

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, hove,
Thanks for comin out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're 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
Wasn't 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
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't 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 doesn't 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
That's the anthem getcha damn hands up
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
Not guilty ya'll got-ta feel me
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a

Yo, It starts with,
One thing I don't know why
It doesn't 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,
It's so unreal
I didn't look out below
I watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on, and didn't 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
Oh, they havin a good o time out there,
It starts with,
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
Lp, jay-z, help me out
Oh, they havin a good o time out there,
It starts with,
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
Lp, jay-z, help me out
Ladies and gentlemen,
It starts with

Points Of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer

If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me,
You got it, mike

He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap critics who say he's money, cash, hoes
He's from the hood, stupid, what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in your sapitos
You'd be celebratin the minute you was havin dough
So fuck critics you can kiss our whole asshole
If you don't like the lyrics you can press fastforward
Got beef with radio if we don't play the show
They don't play our hits we don't give a shit, so,
All these mags trin to use our ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads
Fuckers, I don't know what you take us as
Or understand the intellegence that jay-z has
From rags to riches, we ain't dumb
We got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

The year is 94 and my trunk is raw
In the rear-view mirror is the mofuckin law
I got two choices, y'all pull over the car or,
Bounce on the double, put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't 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 what i'm stoppin you for,
Cause i'm young and i'm black and my hat's real low
Do I look like a mind reader, sir I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some more,
Well you was doin 55 in a 54
License and registration and step out of the car
Are you carryin a weapon on you, I know a lot of you are,
I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers legit,
Well, do you mind if I look around the car a little bit,
Well, my glove compartment is locked so's the trunk in the back
And I know my rights so you gon need a warrant for that,
Now aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type a lawyer or somethin
Somebody important or somethin,
Ha, I ain't passed the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit,
We’ll see how smart you are when the K9's come
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me,
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me,
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't 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 pussy
But a pussy havin no god damn sense tryin to 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 motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's gonna happen is i'ma get to clappin
And he and his boys gon be yappin to the captain
And there I go, trapped in the kitkat again
Back through the system with the riffraff again
Fiends on the floor scratchin again
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin them
Da tried to give the nigga shaft again
Half a mil for bail cause i'm african
All because this fool was harassin them
Tryin to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothin sweet bout I hold my gun
I got 99 problems bein a bitch ain't one

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me,
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Shut up when i'm talking to you,
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up when i'm talking to you,
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
I'm about to break

Everything you say to me,
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit,
I need a little room to breathe,
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me,
Everything you say to me,
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me,
I need a little room to breathe,
I got 99 problems,
And i'm about to, break

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