Collison course lyrics

1. "Dirt Off Your Shoulder / Lying From
You"
I ordered a frappuccino
Where's my fuckin frappuccino
Alright, let's do this
When I pretend everything is what I want
it to be
I look exactly like what you 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 grown-up
for real, chill
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

2. 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 'cuz 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 cuz 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 cuz I can see
No no turning back now
The very worst part of you
The very worst part of you is me
Beeitch
"Big Pimpin' / Papercut"
Ha Ha
You're wasting your talent, Randy
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
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 I 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

3. 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?
You gon' need a vocal in, right?
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 niggaz wanna
buy you
But see me I wanna Fuck for Free like
Akinyele
Now I gotta let her 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, watching you, turn your back
like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got

4. 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, causer Your
Majesty, just happened to be
A pimp with a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with
friends
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 wanna 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 watching you turn your back
like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're 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

5. "Numb / Encore"
(feat. Jay-Z)
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're
far too kind
Now can I get an encore, do you want
more?
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you waitin 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
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE
GENERATIONS
Now can I get an encore, do you want
more?
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some
noise
What the hell are you waiting for?
[sighs] 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, 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 witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to
smithereeens
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 muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get
sore
I'm 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

6. 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 an encore, do you want 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...uuunnnh...
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 get'cha 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
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 Gentalmen
It starts with

7. "Points Of Authority / 99 Problems /
One Step Closer"
If your having girl problems I feel bad for
you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
Got Mike
He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket's
closed
Rap critics that 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 zapitos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having
doe
So fuck critics you can kiss our whole
asshole
If you don't like my lyrics you can press
fast forward
Got beef with radio if we don't play they
show
They don't play out hits well we don't give
a shit SO
All these mags try and 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 intelligence that Jay-Z
has
I'm from rags to ritches nigga we ain't
dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for
you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the
motherfucking law
I got two choices you'll pull over the car or
Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the
floor
Now I ain't trying 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
stopping 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 doing fifty five in a fifty
four"
"License and registration and step out of
the car"
"Are you carrying a weapon on you -- I
know a lot of you are"
I ain't stepping 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
"Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type
of lawyer or something?"
"Or somebody important or something?"
Nah I ain't pass the bar but I know a little
bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my
shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-
9's come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having 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 having 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 having girl problems I feel bad for
you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

8. 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 having a
pussy
But a pussy having no god damn sense, try
and push me
I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, 'cause some fool's just love
to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's gonna happen is
I'mma get to clapping
He and his boys gon' be yapping to the
captain
And there I go trapped in the kit kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff
again
Fiends on the floor scratching again
Paparazzis with theie cameras snapping
them
D.A. tried to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail 'cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy like he's scaring
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold
my gun
I got 99 problems but this bitch ain't one
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having 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 having 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
I'm about to BREAK
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 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