Q-Tip - You Lyrics

You Lyrics - Q-Tip

Chorus
Wait
It's you
And at the end of it all it's you
And at the end
It's you
At the end of it all it's you
It's you
It's you
At the end of it all it's you
It's you
It's you
At the end of it all

Lookin for how I see her
When I finally realized couldn't believe it
I couldn't, even swallow
Had a lump in my throat my stomach hollow
I had a notion that things were fishy
But everything was fine so I'd be pissy
But when you wasn't seeing me nights you get in
That's when the snoopin and shit it would begin
Where you at?
Where you going?
That's what I get when I pick up the phone
Not a hello or I miss you
Or the renaissnace how does it do?
Suspicious ones go few
Can stress out your brain
In weighs on your mane
And helps you peep game I thought it was me
But then I could it see

Chorus
It's you
And at the end of it all it's you
And at the end
It's you
At the end of it all it's you
It's you
It's you
At the end of it all it's you
It's you
It's you
At the end of it all

I couldn't take it
But the spell of love
I couldn't shake it
Even though I would discover
That there was somebody else
It was your lover
You gave me up
And managed to turn the tables
And all your honest words they turn to fables
The things that you would accuse me of
It seem were the things you were doin love
Get it?
These things you projected
And I don't want to be affected
But when you get in love
It's never easy love
To make decisions of
You've defected
You were doin so much to try to pin me
Goin through all my stuff but it was empty
Answers, that I'm seekin
Well it seem I'm gettin close
That I'm reachin
And I was thinkin I had no reason
Callin you a culprit it was treason
And the twinkle in your eye
It was kinda not for love
And tell me why?
We'll make a mends if you admit it
We can ascend if your commited
Your heart, is it in it?
If it goes for many days
Sweet love can decay from you

It's you
And at the end of it all it's you
And at the end
It's you
At the end of it all it's you
It's you
It's you
At the end of it all it's you
It's you
It's you
At the end of it all

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Q-Tip - Won't Trade Lyrics

Won't Trade Lyrics - Q-Tip

Now that I know what is boy

For your epitaph niggers
Laugh, tricks that he gassed your ass
Siphon and not your cash
Seeing the door in a flash
While I stay enclosed
Walkin' out my clothes she said,

I won't trade him for nothing

You're mother fucking right
Walking this shit every night
Fin this shit? Hold it tight
Rina filma on my sleeve?
Even when I have to leave
Cooler than even in the breeze
Do you believe
I was waiting for nothin'
The one division leader
In the rebound new group of shorties
Off the post, goin' coast to coast
She on the hard ones, sub him out the game she sayin'
"naw, he good, I mean"

I won't trade him for nothing

For no amount of dough
Franchise this man
Give him all the things you can
Think long term plans
He be bringin in the fans
Front page magazine, listen to this lady scream
I won't trade him for nothing

Cause she know what's better her top and
Now a beckon on the flu
Like a runnin' with the nicest nigger
Kinda sorta?
When he's singing just to slaughter no matter the quarter

I won't trade him for nothing

The club house king
Batting practice Slugger swing,
Game time same thing
When I'm in about a minute
Holdin' the bat, as good as fat
She's out the park and comin back she's saying

I won't trade him for nothing

And for ray you say you get it good
If you were the ball player at all
And the famous fall inevitably will make a call
Hangin' memorabilia from you walls
This is why you can't trade me

I won't trade him for nothing
Now that I know what is boy

You can bet your money on a sure thing
Certain profit's what it brings
Ceremonies of the ringer in the white house wing
Clear your mantle, the trophies I bring, do you wanna trade?

I won't trade him for nothing

'Cause in the air? there's a teammate you're lookin' for
Back-shoot and aughter ball?
Leaves it all on the floor
Always lookin' to score
Pep talks in the locker room
This is why you sing this tune

I won't trade him for nothing

And then you reach Can't make me sit out
I go 'til you get out
Her ball no get out
An all night get-down
I train for the pressure
And come out fresher
Equipped for the game
You know my name, it makes me better
I cheer for the whole team
Let's go for the whole thing
The ballots that you're holding
MVP voting
And I represent the sentiment you're emoting
And you say

I won't trade him for nothing


The physical ability with mental capability
Legitimately faces me outside of your vicinity
And I ain't really seein' me
Vacating this community I'm staying in

I won't trade him for nothing

I'm glad that you feel this way,
Here is where I like to play
Need to hear it everyday
They cheer for me, say "Olay!"
Wait a minute, "Andale?"
I don't know, well anyway...

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Q-Tip - What Lies Beneath Lyrics

What Lies Beneath Lyrics - Q-tip

[Q-Tip]
Shocka called me up to do this thing for Soundbombing
And I figured that I'd do it cause it wasn't no harmin'
Shine a little bit in case somebody was forgettin'
About that Queens motherfucker, y'all need to take cover
I'ma take position and y'all best to take sha-hida
Cause the shit that I spit is hot as hellfire, hotter
Sendin' this to Cross, Meniski, and Bay Vigi
Doug, Pretty Tone and the one that shoot the vidi
Y'all stay in my heart, while I dabble with the charts
Fuck the fame and my aim find the clarity in art
This cowards got it once cause he kept his lips zippin'
Now he in the news and he wettin' and I'm livin'
This Southern cowards life who I used to do my clues with
Subliminally this is me, I try not to assume shit
Let's not forget the king of Internet
Will assume another name while he tarnishes ya rep
And calls you Ziggy Starters but who the major charm
Who starts to elevate out the reach of his arm
[* Short Pause *]
[Q-Tip]
It's a great day fuck it
Ya probably hear the bundles overflowin' out of Ruckers
The name is Abstract don't confuse without deion
Cause you lil' gremlins envy so just cut the fuckin' weak shit
Ride off in the night, V8 lost power
From a soundbomb killin' the lone ranger drillin'
You eager with ya mouth then just be a big proactive
Ya actin' with ya heart then start preachin' with ya fatness
The clear voyage psychic MC is a minion
You cornered and you bagged in so where you gon' run to
Used to get my mother's switches now I grant her wishes
Never superstitious breakin' mirrors with the pitches
Ya man is insane with that do-do on his chain
Funkin' up the joint he pain, that ainc1

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Q-Tip - We Fight (We Love) Lyrics

We Fight (We Love) Lyrics - Q-Tip

{Q-TIP}
Verse 1:
And it, and it begins, he walks outside for a cigarette break
And thinks how many cigarettes does it take
He takes a long drag with the sun in his eye
He squints, he thinks he starts to sigh
Sometimes he cry
When he think about his girlfriend on his side
She held him down, she made him better
Fought the love, through the f'd up weather
And she thinkin about her life
With no more work just being a wife
But instead her love, she gave it to a man
Who fought against her lovely plans
So when she go to work, plus go to school
Plus fight for love, she must feel like a fool
She want the ease that come after pain
She fights for love, that's her campaign
We fight, we love

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
We fight and love so much sometimes
I get confused of who we are
Maybe if we just stop and chat a bit
Will find out who we are
[X2]

(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit
(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit more

We just keep on...

(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit
(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit more

(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit
(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit more

We just keep on...

(Fight) just a little bit
(Love) just a little bit
(Fight) just a little bit
(Love) just a little bit more

[Verse 2:]
And it, and it begins, he's off the ball
He left his friends, he ain't home no more
He's in a place, that's far away
Where he can't understand what they say
They say salaam, they carry bombs
In crowded places, and cause alarm
You're the infidel who's uninvited
But really an American boy who's slighted
It ain't your fault, you want identity
So you join this big fraternity
You get to travel the world, it's cheaper than college
And you get guns and you get knowledge
Lookin for your soul, and WMD's
You can't find nothing, cause it's empty
You got your gun, and he's your friend
And he's your man, until the end
We fight, we love

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
We fight and love so much sometimes
I get confused of who we are
Maybe if we just stop and chat a bit
Will find out who we are
[X2]

(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit
(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit more

We just keep on...

(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit
(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit more

(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit
(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit more


We just keep on...

(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit
(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit more

(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit
(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit more

We Just keep on...
(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit
(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit more

(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit
(Fightin) just a little bit
(Lovin) just a little bit more

(Repeat till fade out)

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Q-Tip - Wait Up Lyrics

Wait Up Lyrics - Q-tip

(Electronic Beeping noice for about 20 seconds)
We on a brand new page. (";Uh.";) Millennium days,
Desperation on the streets gotta find a new way
Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds
Machavellian approaches executed by the coach
I'm in these streets like a ghost
The air-jettin' artist
To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man
I got a whole new approach for the rhymin'
You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin out for the Heisman
Uh! You play the rappin' roll
I take the rap and sold,
And intertwine it wit' mine and turn a half to whole
I'm just a genie in a Jack bottle
Them fake ballin'-ass cats is just a wack model
This joint knocks wit' the force of a gat throttle
I live by 'You put it out, we get it back' motto
Hey. But who around but just your average reproduction, love
Rap is gettin' lose so all the ice is screamin' 'Thug'
What the hell is wrong? I'm askin' in this song
One time I smoked hash out of the hippies' bong
One of us is goin' laid 'cause I ain't gettin' played
I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you made
And walk along chuggin' Baller's Brains, rockin' rings
And things and just waitin' for white rains
I got the drive, dog. I hope the dogs' ready
My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (";It's the Ummah for all time.";) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (";The Ummah forevea!";) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (";GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...";) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (";..UP! UP! UP! UP! Yo!"; ) wait up.
You wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds?
Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds?
The decision is yours. I'd rather see tours,
Get chicks wit' ghetto shit fallin' out they drawers
My team stay posted. They stay roasted
Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin'
Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura
You didn't know that your man was a legend, huh?
Embonishment for the both of you
I hit the road and I take my whole fuckin' crew
Cause I'm a Queens cat. (";True.";) To the G's cat. (";True.";)
Gettin' money for more than one needs cat. (";Aiiight, c'mon.";)
Condition never peers and (";Take it home, kid.";) mind stands out
From Seattle to South Beach my joint: grand clout
It's the street commentator, providin' you wit' data
On how to live unique and it's really not neat. We gotta...
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (";Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.";) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (";Brand new shit, huh.";) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (";GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...";) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (";..UP! UP! UP! YEAH! HA-HAA...";) wait up.
And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.'
And all my ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.'
And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.'
And all the ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.'
Fellas go, 'Where you at?'
Ladies go, 'Yo, come back!'
Fellas go...ladies go...
Fellas go...ladies...yo...
A mellow disposition even when it's pain
Your mental ammunition is faulty wit' a drain
I puts it down, Lord, Fuck a mic cord
Brother's out of his game so we can see tours
The innovator - your man still a hater
The Abstract imprint, it stays like a Smint
I got the masses cold, wigglin' and shakin' they ass
Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast
(Beeping starts again but with instrumental backing it)

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Q-Tip - Vivrant Things Lyrics

Vivrant Things Lyrics - Q-Tip

Uh. check it out now uh yeah yeah now
Uh.check it out now uh no doubt yo

You sexy thang, a sexy little thang
In the hot mornin admiring your chain
You got a fella's nose wide on the reallas side
I wanna dance real close right up on your thigh
Playin games yo I never cared bout it much
But you the girl that keep her eyes close and smoke a Dutch
For real you such a little pretty gal
You make a nigga front pants hit the mean swell
Whatchu say? I said you stimulate my brain cells
But there's one thing I really wanna say
Well

Such a Vivrant, Vivrant, Vivrant a Vivrant Vivrant

Such a Vivrant, Vivrant, Vivrant a Vivrant Vivrant

Oww, you won't see new shit tryin to gas so we can do in
Boy you ain't shit because I keep all dogs trained
I'll make you scream my name, Oh you's a hot boy
Before you talk junk whatchu got boy? If you let me touch up
We'll get up boy let you spot me for a more boy oh we'll get up boy
I like it rough boy ready for too rough take a detour slide right down
To my seashores by the way I don't smoke
So if you weed boy you get low score

Such a Vivrant, Vivrant, Vivrant a Vivrant Vivrant

Such a Vivrant, Vivrant, Vivrant a Vivrant Vivrant

Such a Vivrant, Vivrant, Vivrant a Vivrant Vivrant

Such a Vivrant, Vivrant, Vivrant a Vivrant Vivrant

Yo it's such a vivrant vivrant
Emaculate things just lookin' magnificent
Different shit why is we talkin' let's get intimate
Frontin' like you ain't even fuckin' acting all innocent
WAIT you know you fuckin with the fresh baby when I bunch your tighty's
Say rub it in my flesh
Crazy the way you chatter make me like a baby
On the mattress you caress and lick me like a Nestl?'s baby
Woo! You Bring a tingle up a nigga's spine got me teachin' all funny

While we all fuckin' and spillin' wine, yo
I love the way my shorty treat me
How she be throwin it back the way my shorty freaky
Yeah, my shorty whilin' it's a full moon while I'm blowin' it back
With some feelings all up in the room
Damn now we fuckin' like we ignorant ladies
You need to get with the vivrant vivrant yo yo
It's such a vivrant vivrant vivrant vive
Vivrant vivrant yo yo it's such a vivrant vivrant vivrant vive
Yo yo a a yo yo yo yo it's such a vivrant vivrant vivrant vive
Vivrant vivrant yo yo it's such a vivrant thing yo yo a vivrant
Vive yo yo a a yo

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Q-Tip - Vivrant Thing Remix Lyrics

Vivrant Thing Remix Lyrics - Q-tip

Violator makin' you sweat
Violator we doin' our thing
Violator we bringin' the pain
Violator we doin' our thing
Violator we bringin' the pain
Violator we makin the stand
Violator we doin' our thing

Uh, check it out now
Uh, yeah yeah now
Uh, check it out now
Uh, no doubt yo

[q-tip]
You such a thang, a sexy little thang
I'm hot boyin' it, admirin' your chain
You got a fella nose wide on the reala's side
I wanna dance real close, ride up when you're hot
Playin' games yo, i never cared about it much
But you the girl who keep her eyes closed and smokin' dutch
For real, you sucha little pretty bell
You make a nigga front pants hit the mean swell
Whatchu say? i said you stimulate my brain cells
But it's one thing i really wanna say
What?

1 -[q-tip]
You're such a vivrant, vivrant
Vivrant, a vivrant, vivrant
Yo, you such a vivrant, vivrant
Vivrant, a vivrant vivrant

[missy elliot]
You got some new shit, tryin' to gas me so we can do it
Boy, you ain't slick because i keep all dogs trained
I'll make you scream my name
Oh, you's a hot boy, before you talk junk, whatchu got boy?
If you let me touch, i'll wake it up, boy
Let you supply me for a month, boy
Oh well, get up boy, i like it rough boy
But if it's too rough, take a detour
Slide right down to my seashore
By the way i don't smoke, so what the weed for?
You get a low score

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

[busta rhymes]
Yo, it's such a vivrant, vivrant
Immaculate baby, you're lookin' magnificent, different shit
Whiles we talkin', let's get intimate
Frontin' like you ain't even fuckin', actin' all innocent
Wait, you know you fuckin' with the fresh, baby
When i bunch, you're the type to say "rub it in my flesh, baby"
Crazy the way you chatter lay me like a baby
On the mattress, caress and lick me like a nestle's, baby
Woo, you put a tingle up a nigga's spine
Got me twitchin' all funny while we fuckin' and spillin' wine, yo
I love the way my shorty treat me
How she be throwin' it back, the way my shorty freaky
Yeah, my shorty wildin', it's a full moon
While i'm blowin' her back with surveillance all up in the room
Damn, so now we fuckin' like we ignorant
Ladies who we can get with the vivrant, vivrant, yo,

It's such a vivrant, vivrant, a vivrant viv'
A vivrant, vivrant, yo, yo
That's just a vivrant, vivrant, vivrant, viv'
Yo yo a a yo yo yo yo
It's such a vivrant, vivrant, vivrant, viv'
Vivrant, vivrant, yo yo
It's such a vivrant thing, a vivrant viv'
Yo yo a a yo

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Q-Tip - Vivrant Thing Remix (Clean Version) Lyrics

Vivrant Thing Remix (Clean Version) Lyrics - Q-tip

Violator makin' you sweat
Violator we doin' our thing
Violator we bringin' the pain
Violator we doin' our thing
Violator we bringin' the pain
Violator we makin the stand
Violator we doin' our thing
Uh, check it out now
Uh, yeah yeah now
Uh, check it out now
Uh, no doubt yo
[Q-Tip]
You such a thang, a sexy little thang
I'm Hot Boyin' it, admirin' your chain
You got a fella nose wide on the reala's side
I wanna dance real close, ride up when you're hot
Playin' games yo, I never cared about it much
But you the girl who keep her eyes closed and smokin' dutch
For real, you sucha little pretty bell
You make a nigga front pants hit the mean swell
Whatchu say? I said you stimulate my brain cells
But it's one thing I really wanna say
What?
1 - [Q-Tip]
You're such a vivrant, vivrant
Vivrant, a vivrant, vivrant
Yo, you such a vivrant, vivrant
Vivrant, a vivrant vivrant
[Missy Elliot]
You got some new shit, tryin' to gas me so we can do it
Boy, you ain't slick because I keep all dogs trained
I'll make you scream my name
Oh, you's a hot boy, before you talk junk, whatchu got boy?
If you let me touch, I'll wake it up, boy
Let you supply me for a month, boy
Oh well, get up boy, I like it rough boy
But if it's too rough, take a detour
Slide right down to my seashore
By the way I don't smoke, so what the weed for?
You get a low score
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, it's such a vivrant, vivrant
Immaculate baby, you're lookin' magnificent, different shit
Whiles we talkin', let's get intimate
Frontin' like you ain't ev

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Q-Tip - Vivrant Thing Lyrics

Vivrant Thing Lyrics - Q-tip

Violator makin you sweat
Violator we doin our thing
Violator we bringin the pain
Violator we doin our thing
Violator we bringin the pain
Violator we makin the stand
Violator we doin our thing

Uh, check it out now
Uh, yeah yeah now
Uh, check it out now
Uh, no doubt yo

[q-tip]
You such a thang, a sexy little thang
Im hot boyin it, admirin your chain
You got a fella nose wide on the realas side
I wanna dance real close, ride up when you're hot
Playin games yo, I never cared about it much
But you the girl who keep her eyes closed and smokin dutch
For real, you sucha little pretty bell
You make a nigga front pants hit the mean swell
Whatchu say? I said you stimulate my brain cells
But it's one thing I really wanna say
What?

1 - [q-tip]
Youre such a vivrant, vivrant
Vivrant, a vivrant, vivrant
Yo, you such a vivrant, vivrant
Vivrant, a vivrant vivrant

[missy elliot]
You got some new shit, tryin to gas me so we can do it
Boy, you aint slick because I keep all dogs trained
Ill make you scream my name
Oh, yous a hot boy, before you talk junk, whatchu got boy?
If you let me touch, I'll wake it up, boy
Let you supply me for a month, boy
Oh well, get up boy, I like it rough boy
But if it's too rough, take a detour
Slide right down to my seashore
By the way I don't smoke, so what the weed for?
You get a low score

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

[busta rhymes]
Yo, it's such a vivrant, vivrant
Immaculate baby, you're lookin magnificent, different shit
Whiles we talkin, lets get intimate
Frontin like you aint even fuckin, actin all innocent
Wait, you know you fuckin with the fresh, baby
When I bunch, you're the type to say rub it in my flesh, baby
Crazy the way you chatter lay me like a baby
On the mattress, caress and lick me like a nestles, baby
Woo, you put a tingle up a niggas spine
Got me twitchin all funny while we fuckin and spillin wine, yo
I love the way my shorty treat me
How she be throwin it back, the way my shorty freaky
Yeah, my shorty wildin, it's a full moon
While Im blowin her back with surveillance all up in the room
Damn, so now we fuckin like we ignorant
Ladies who we can get with the vivrant, vivrant, yo,

Its such a vivrant, vivrant, a vivrant viv
A vivrant, vivrant, yo, yo
That's just a vivrant, vivrant, vivrant, viv
Yo yo a a yo yo yo yo
Its such a vivrant, vivrant, vivrant, viv
Vivrant, vivrant, yo yo
Its such a vivrant thing, a vivrant viv
Yo yo a a yo

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Q-Tip - Vivrant Thang Lyrics

Vivrant Thang Lyrics - Q-Tip

Uhh, I'm yo special girl, yo real good girl
Biggest bitch in yo itty bitty world
Comin' up in the ninety nine, every other word I say
Be part of my rhyme

Catch me outside of the club, smokin' seltzer wit Jason
Get my mind fucked up and my heartbeat racin'
You can call me your crafty honey
I don't give a fuck as long as you give me the money

And if you ever violate this, call me a bitch
Or forget to run the [unverified], you better do your little thang
Mack it around and do your little thing
Uh, huh, uh, huh

It's such a vivrant thang nigga, vivrant thang, a vivrant thang
Niggaz check, niggaz wreck it, uh, huh, uh, huh, yo
It's just a vivrant thang nigga, vivrant thang, a vivrant thang
Niggaz check it, niggaz wreck it, uh, huh, uh, huh

You know me nigga, I'm good to you nigga
Sex you up nigga as long as I see the bank figgaz
Don't fuck around wit these average ass niggaz
Second class niggaz, fuck the ass niggaz

Stay mad cool wit these industry niggaz, big dick niggaz
All up in my shit niggaz
Never step on track, Charli ain't like that
Niggaz I flow wit seem to like that

Straight out of Philly, kinda hot, Charli Baltimore, long kiss goodnight
I use what I got, neva step below this vivrant thang
Get into the swing, do the lil' ding-ding
Me and Q-tip gon kick this thing, this vivrant thing

It's such a vivrant thang nigga, vivrant thang, a vivrant thang
Niggaz check, niggaz wreck it, uh, huh, uh, huh, yo
It's just a vivrant thang nigga, vivrant thang, a vivrant thang
Niggaz check it, niggaz wreck it, uh, huh, uh, huh

Eve of Destruction, I'm a Vivrant Ruff Ryder
Naughty Philly Bitch, expandin' the game higher
Remember the trick, with that shit about bein' shyer
Now that bitch be spittin' rhymes like a dragon spits fire

Vivrant thang when I come thru, Wit my lil' duce-duce
Ready to play the coos-coos
I know niggaz ain't feelin' my shit now
But when I hit my next track, all niggaz gon say is ow

So don't stop, I'm the bitch you been waitin' for
The vivrant hoe, the meticulous trick
Still want more? I'm outta time
Yo Tip, settle the score

It's such a vivrant thang nigga, vivrant thang, a vivrant thang
Niggaz check, niggaz wreck it, uh, huh, uh, huh, yo
It's just a vivrant thang nigga, vivrant thang, a vivrant thang
Niggaz check it, niggaz wreck it, uh, huh, uh, huh

It's such a vivrant thang nigga, vivrant thang, a vivrant thang
Niggaz check, niggaz wreck it, uh, huh, uh, huh, yo
It's just a vivrant thang nigga, vivrant thang, a vivrant thang
Niggaz check it, niggaz wreck it, uh, huh, uh, huh

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Q-Tip - Things U Do Lyrics

Things U Do Lyrics - Q-tip

Q Tip Talking:
Lets talk about these things we see
Walking across the land
Lets talk about these joints I got
Every body get down
Lets talk about these things we see
Lets talk about these joints I got
Chorus:
Lets talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take
And the jobs we hold
And the land we stole
And a buck or two
And the love for you
And the things you do (5X)
I puff L's with ladies and gentlemen
I break spells with faith in a burst of wind
Others talk but.what they talk about?
Who could walk but live what they walkabout
A calm head in the middle of wartime
People go down just so they could get more shine
Girls wave your flag and surrender your faculty
Niggaz got geez but it's not really mack to me
Keep it soft like we killers and often gat
You walking on me guaranteed you be crawling back
Abstract see it like this is the king in you
Allies living one more if I'm fuckin too
Dogs don't eat it up increase they feedin time
I'll be damned if a mutt starts eating mine
Let's stay clubbed out the moon makes it whistle
Pants gripped your ass now I hope they don't fall apart
Look around you tell me who else is shining girl
Fat rapping cats on my dick they just whining girl
That's just the magnetism that a Queens fella has
Range rover gism and he fronting with his Lexus ass
But watch imma drop to a bronco
See me in your Bentley nigga just honk yo!
And just know that your man to can get that
And just though that I don't really wet that
And just know that this nigga here flips tracks
Ooh what, whose ya, pain and slip dat
The illest regiment is what I represent
Get us mad you gonna see the way gori

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Q-Tip - N.T. Lyrics

N.T. Lyrics - Q-Tip

For real though who really got sent
Flown on the edge, got the ledge hangin' out of the window
Bird chest witcha winderous fearaf?
Around you'll be hemps meat inside of a meal sack
Puny little bucks better hit the jake
But that doesn't mean nothin' to the heart within
You cramped up you and your team, I'm amped up
And you can't dib me bead

My shine, what the is on your mind?
Little weakling rappers better hit the grind
Other brothers ain't motivated, they can't do it
Not only did I penetrate it I ran through it
My music comes on and we march at the dance
Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
Musical intention that we have is vast
You sick, drink a NyQuil, well, I'm dead on your

Oh well, then here comes the gelatin
Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends
Now your party is completely blown
Real name is Kamal, I'm in completely zone
It's rap time for you, that means nap time
Preachin' from my joint, what the I'ma clap mine
Singin songs of 6 pence it's intense
Surpise your at the end like the sixth sense

Heavy hitters knockin' shit out the park
You couldn't even really play tell me why did you start
Spittin' sharp blades laced with bleach
You wanna play around kid, I'm not a walk at the beach
A stroll in the park or your playground
Put on your headphones, tell me how grenades sound
Put on your walkmase and go underneath the town
Q-Tip abstract how I gets down

All my bitches, dance if you know that you dam sure
Let your drip on the dance floor if you wanna
Get down
That, that bust gats
Better let 'em in 'fore they rush that 'cuz they wanna
Get down

Blick, piano sick
Get down
Chill you can get off my and
Get down
While I'm on the hook get on your good foot
And blow up the spot for all of you 'cuz that's how we
Get down

Comin' with the brand new quickly we pan to
The young black man with intentions to ban you
Seems that people need an aid today
So many fade away, so many fiend to stay
I really rhyme 'cuz I feel I should say things
While the fraudulent act raps just so they cop rings
Or maybe because when they was young
They was fronted on and left alone to have they own fun
Now they've all grown up to be
I'm giving you the rope will you tie up the lassos

You swing dangling from peach trees
While I sip my Daqaris in the south west breeze
Writing so exciting the pen it keeps
Drippin' out gems that's converted to hems and then
People be hummin' it from now to they next to kin
My family is starvin', you know they want me to win
Me forfeit, please get off it
Send a check in my name to my office
Mutombo in the lane, yo I toss it
Abstract comin' through witness the bull

Hey yo, hey yo engineer cut the beat off

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Q-Tip - N.T. (Featuring Busta Rhymes) Lyrics

N.T. (Featuring Busta Rhymes) Lyrics - Q-Tip

For real though who really got sick though
On the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window
Bird chest niggas witcha winderous fearaf
Fuck around you'll be against me the size of a meal sack

Cutie little bucks better hit the jake
But that doesn't mean nothin' to the heart within
You cramped up you and your team I'm amped up
And you asses can't dip my B

My shine what the fuck is on your mind?
Little weak link rappers better hit the grind
Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it
Not only the opposite train it I ran through it

My music comes on and we march at the dance
Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
Use a cruel intention that we have is bad
You sick? Drink a NyQuil when I'm bed on your ass

Oh well, then here comes the gelatin
Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends
Now your party is completely blown
Real name is Kamal, I'll make him peep his own

It's rap time for you that means nap time
Preachin' from my joint what the fuck I'ma clap mine
Singin' songs in 6 pens with sit tensed
Surprised your ass is the end like the sixth sense

Heavy hitters knockin' shit out the park
You didn't even really play tell me why did you start
Spittin' sharp blades lakes with bleach
You wanna play around kid I'm not a walk at the beach

A stroll in the park or your fuckin' playground
Put on your headphones and tell me how grenades sound
Put on your walkmase and go underneath the town
Q-Tip abstract how I gets down

All my bitches, dance if you know that you dam sure
Let your pussy drip on the dance floor if you wanna
(Get down)
Fuck that niggas will bust gats
Better lit a make for their rush that 'cause they wanna
(Get down)

Blick shit piano sick shit
(Get down)
Chill you can get off my dick and
(Get down, get down)
While I'm on the hook get on your good foot
And blow up the spot for all of you niggas 'cause that's how we
(Oh yeah, get down)

Comin' with the brand new quickly we pant to
The young black man with intentions to band you
See that people need a age in things
So many paid their ways so many paean to stay

I really rhyme 'cause I feel I should say things
By the fortunate act rap just so they cop rings
Or maybe because when they was young
They was fronted on a life alone that have their own fun

Now their all grown up to be assholes
I'm giving you the rope will you tie tassels?
You swing dingaling for peas trees
While I sip my Dacarees in the south west breeze

Writings so exciting the pen it keeps
Drippin' out jings that's converted to hems and them
People be hummin' in formality next to kin
My family is starvin'? You know they want me to win

We forfeit nigga please get off it
Send a check on my name to my office
Mutombo in the lane yo I toss it
Abstract comin' through witness abortion

Hey yo, hey yo engineer cut the fuckin' beat off

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Q-Tip - N.T. (Feat. Busta Rhymes) Lyrics

N.T. (Feat. Busta Rhymes) Lyrics - Q-tip

Q-Tip

N.T.
on the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window
bird chest niggas witcha winderous fearaf
fuck around you'll be against me the size of a meal sack
cutie little bucks better hit the jake
but that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within
you cramped up you and your team I'm amped up
and you asses can't dip my B
my shine what the fuck is on your mind?
Little weaklink rappers better hit the grind
Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it
Not only the opposite train it I ran through it
My music comes on and we march at the dance
Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
Use a cruel intention that we have is bad
You sick? Drink a NyQuil when I'm bed on your ass
Oh well then here comes the gellatiin
Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends
Now your party is completely blown
Real name is Kamal I'll make him peep his own
It's rap time for you that means nap time
Preachin from my joint what the fuck I'ma clap mine
Singin songs in 6 pens with sit tensed
Surpised your ass is the end like the sixth sense
heavy hitters knockin shit out the park
you didn't even really play tell me why did you start
spittin sharp blades lakes with bleach
you wanna play around kid I'm not a walk at the beach
a stroll in the park or your fuckin playground
put on your headphones and tell me how granades sound
put on your walkmase and go underneath the town
Q-Tip abstract how I gets down

Chorus: [Busta Rhymes]
All my bitches, dance if you know that you dam sure
Let your pussy drip on the dance floor if you wanna
[Q-Tip]
get down
[Busta Rhymes]
fuck that niggas will bust gats
better lit a make for their rush that cuz they wanna
[Q-Tip]
get down
[Busta Rhymes]
blick shit piano sick shit
[Q-Tip]
get down
[Busta Rhymes]
chill you can get off my dick and
[Q-Tip]
get down
[Busta Rhymes]
while I'm on the hook get on your good foot
and blow up the spot for all of you niggas cuz that's how we
[Q-Tip]
get down

[Q-Tip]
comin with the brand new quickly we pant to
the young black man with intentions to band you
see that people need a age in things
so many paid their ways so many phean to stay
I really rhyme cuz I feel I should say things
By the fortualte act rap just so they cop rings
Or maybe because when they was young
They was fronted on a life alone that have their own fun
Now their all grown up to be assholes
I'm giving you the rope will you tie talassels?
You swing dingaling for peas trees
While I sip my Dacarees in the south west breeze
Writings so exciting the pen it keeps
Drippin out jings that's converted to hems and them
People be hummin in formality next to kin
My family is starvin? You know they want me to win
We forfeit nigga please get off it
Second checkin my name to my office
Mutombo in the lane yo I toss it
Abstract comin through witness abortion

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Q-Tip - N. T. Lyrics

N. T. Lyrics - Q-tip

[q-tip]
For real though who really got sick though
On the edge got the ledge hangin out of the window
Bird chest niggas witcha winderous fearaf
Fuck around you'll be against me the size of a meal sack
Cutie little bucks better hit the jake
But that doesnt't't mean nothin to the heart within
You cramped up you and your team Im amped up
And you asses can't dip my b
My shine what the fuck is on your mind?
Little weaklink rappers better hit the grind
Other brothers aint motivated they can't do it
Not only the opposite train it I ran through it
My music comes on and we march at the dance
Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
Use a cruel intention that we have is bad
You sick? drink a nyquil when Im bed on your ass
Oh well then here comes the gellatiin
Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin friends
Now your party is completely blown
Real name is kamal I'll make him peep his own
Its rap time for you that means nap time
Preachin from my joint what the fuck ima clap mine
Singin songs in 6 pens with sit tensed
Surpised your ass is the end like the sixth sense
Heavy hitters knockin shit out the park
You didn't even really play tell me why did you start
Spittin sharp blades lakes with bleach
You wanna play around kid Im not a walk at the beach
A stroll in the park or your fuckin playground
Put on your headphones and tell me how granades sound
Put on your walkmase and go underneath the town
Q-tip abstract how I gets down

Chorus: [busta rhymes]
All my bitches, dance if you know that you dam sure
Let your pussy drip on the dance floor if you wanna
[q-tip]
Get down
[busta rhymes]
Fuck that niggas will bust gats
Better lit a make for their rush that cuz they wanna
[q-tip]
Get down
[busta rhymes]
Blick shit piano sick shit
[q-tip]
Get down
[busta rhymes]
Chill you can get off my dick and
[q-tip]
Get down
[busta rhymes]
While Im on the hook get on your good foot
And blow up the spot for all of you niggas cuz that's how we
[q-tip]
Get down

[q-tip]
Comin with the brand new quickly we pant to
The young black man with intentions to band you
See that people need a age in things
So many paid their ways so many phean to stay
I really rhyme cuz I feel I should say things
By the fortualte act rap just so they cop rings
Or maybe because when they was young
They was fronted on a life alone that have their own fun
Now their all grown up to be assholes
Im giving you the rope will you tie talassels?
You swing dingaling for peas trees
While I sip my dacarees in the south west breeze
Writings so exciting the pen it keeps
Drippin out jings that's converted to hems and them
People be hummin in formality next to kin
My family is starvin? you know they want me to win
We forfeit nigga please get off it
Second checkin my name to my office
Mutombo in the lane yo I toss it
Abstract comin through witness abortion

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Q-Tip - Moving With U Lyrics

Moving With U Lyrics - Q-tip

Awwwwwwww. looky here, looky here, looky here!
You out the frame with it. you off the chain with it.
You out the frame with it. woman, woman...

You got your girlfriend around ya.
No wonder she surround you. look at you.
Your brown eyes pierce just like a knight,
Make afella think real hard about the rest of his life.
The whole *shit* is strange. Im really thinkin brains
But on the other hand, I really feel your stress and pain.
Flimsy little men, they can't command you
And they don't have the heart to demand you,
But niether do i. I guess I'll let you walk
On and watch cause your walk is strong.
Sippin passion wit a stranger in the club,
It doesnt't't necessarily equate to love.
Its not really in the air, I wanna take it elsewhere
Somethin wild that chu can't compare.
Bangin on my wood drum now
Hope your hearin all the sound. now, *nigga*, come now.
Sittin at home, a hat in my hand
While you crawlin on the earth with your natural tan.
Your than is jigg-i-lin and causin a stir.
Lets do it real rough until life is a blur.

I suit you the way that chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that chu want.
It caught me the way that chu want. (uh, uh, uh.)
Hey, hey, hey, the way that chu want. (check it out, now.)
I suit you the way that chu want. (check it out. check it. uh.)
Hey, hey, hey, the way that chu want. (check it.)
It got me the way that chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that chu want.

I can kinda understand, you know.
I mean bein at the top, I mean to start a show.
The brushes with fame, continuous game you get,
Hustles with plans, stakin they clans and *shit*.
But you shine and you pay it no mind, always
Stayin on the grind with the thangs you do.
You got the illest little switch and you
Aint takin no *shit* cause nobody wanna *fuck* wit chu.
Admiration to the utmost.
All my dogs raise your cups til the girl toast.
I don't wanna bring shame to you really,
I wanna put flames to you sincerly.
Make your box-spring jump like a low rida.
Best place that I could be is inside ya.
The love that we have could be real
But you gotta go by what your heart feels.
Heart feels. heart feels.
Heart feels. heart feels.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, come on.

I suit you the way that chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that chu want.
It got me the way that chu want. (uh, uh, uh.)
Hey, hey, hey, the way that chu want. (check it out, now.)
I suit you the way that chu want. (check it out. check it. uh.)
Hey, hey, hey, the way that chu want. (check it.)
It caught me the way that chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that chu want.

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Q-Tip - Life Is Better Lyrics

Life Is Better Lyrics - Q-Tip

Norah Jones:]
Life's filled with gray
But now, it cars come in
Leaves fall, away
Hip-hop is playing again
And it's bangin too
Go on, bang it, for you
Don't stop this feeling I feel
I just wanna lay around all day
And feel the breeze, whatever that means
I'm so into your rich history
Tell me a story to take me away
Come and take me, ooooooh
Come and take me with you

[Chorus x4: Norah Jones]
Life is, better
Now that, now that I found you
Life is, better
Now that, now that I found you

[Q-Tip:]
Uh, uh, One step at a time, a man walked on the moon
One record got played, Kool Herc said boom
One minute young man, your time come soon
We waitin, it was prophsised you loon
We bang our drums, enter message through sound
We wrasslers and we takin over your town
Hands sweatin, it's critiquing all this vibe I'm gettin
Playlist setting: Cold Crush, Furious Five, and the Masterdon
Cosmic Force, Bammbaataa, Jazzy 5
Lovebug Starski, Junebug, Busy Bee
Run, D, Jay, LL, Kane, Biz Markie
Doug E., Will, Barry B., Spoonie, Schooly D.
Rakim, BDP, Dana Dane, Ricky D.
Leaders of the New School, Snoop Dogg, Monie Love
B.I.G. and Pac are up above, Eazy-E and Bone Thugz
Fat and Skinny Boys, Cash Money and the rapper Nas
Large Professor, Lauryn, Wyclef, and Pras
Brand Nubian, Diamond D, Ludacris, and Jay
R.I.P. Pimp C, Common, Lil Wayne, and 'Ye
Primo, OutKast, where my nigga Dilla at?
S.V. - uh uh, where my nigga Dilla at
And when you look into my eyes, it makes all these feelings rise
Makes my space a better place, can't you see it in my face?

[Chorus repeat 'til fade and Q-Tip sings his own version of the chorus]
Life is better, since I found you

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Q-Tip - Let's Ride Lyrics

Let's Ride Lyrics - Q-tip

Brand new truck, butter soft seat
Four point somethin with a low ride somethin
Aint nothin better than to ride out the hood with it
Who lookin better and damn you lookin good in it
Take a chance with a nigga in a choice ride
Listen to the cds I play inside
Mos def, jay, prince, and stevie
Marvin gaye, led zeppelin, and biggie
And when the evening is over love
Gonna find a nice spot for the rover love
Do things to make the man in the moon blush
My mind race but I tell my waist don't rush
Yous a upper echelon piece
So when you find ? ? ? ? then you don't freak
You wanna nibble on a nigga ear
And do all the things that make a nigga wanna get near
Oh Im a queens representative
Get wild by any means my incentive is
When we done, I start it up again
And ride round with you cuz you my special friend, uh

[chorus]
Ooh, me and you I think we should riiiide
Come on come on come on come on
Don't worry just done get insiiide
Come on come on come on come on

The second cut, her ride is like art
We get creative in it when we take it out and spin it
The backseat is the canvas we paintin on
Abstract the word we creatin on
The tvs in the back and the dash too
Got miss napkins and bamboo
Don't worry, the tips past the legal one
Outkasts bangin loud in my eardrum
The way the wheels spin cuttin through the still wind
Outsiders lookin in with the I'll grin
Fuel injected brand new inspected
Emissions got tested details perfected
Got the armor all touch empty out the dutch
No tobacco spillin on my rug clutch
Kick off your shoes show off your peticure
Shake off the blues we all forgettin more
Boy that thing
Stuff that brings ecstasy maybe you blink
A little harder than your average ? ? ? ? ?
Lady tell me this is better than taking a cab
And when you back tell all your girls
You rode around hot-wheelin drinkin ? ? ? ? ?
Vacationin, v up my v8
Just one night we drive and we escape

Chorus x2

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Q-Tip - Higher Lyrics

Higher Lyrics - Q-tip

Take you (higher)
Hit you (higher)
Make you (higher)
Hit you (higher)
Take you (higher)

I don't know what to make of this
Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous
I guess I really gotta do it
Put my game down
?????? fucking blew it
Put my name down
And it seems you fucked up like a drug deal gone wrong
Figured out a lot, you won't be that way long
Plus, you niggas is bush leaguers
And I bet y'all ain't get no bush either
My hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain
If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My man ???? so he stressing your chain
We see the 'morrow through the shades of it might not come
Got to get it all now 'cause we might be done
Matrix, nigga (nigga...), you looking at the one
Fortified with a bonafide blastin' of a gun
We in the space for positionin'
Money and illiciting
Living out our lives while certain cats just lookin' in
We bewildered off the sacks and the green
Whether the bay, L.A., Or Chicago or Queens
You better raise your game
They comin' at you high
You better raise your game
Don't ask no questions why, nigga
Then speak figuratively, I mean this shit
And speak literally, you in some shit

(Higher) take you
(Higher) hit you
(Higher) make you
(Higher) hit you
(Higher)

I dominate flows
I dominate shows
And, in the nightime our dominance grows
And, you could see from the posture I'm holding
Yo, I'm ???? up while the rest is folding
A hip hop cat who's flown world wide and
Experience, adventures like poseidon
Bunk heads with r and b chicks
Give 'em one hit joints and they lookin' for the

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Q-Tip - Hey Lyrics

Hey Lyrics - Q-tip

The name is Q-Tip, enterin through the middle
From the left, dead all the jokes and the riddles
Comin from the maximum gain, the octane
That's on the radio it made me feel so low
It seems we gotta, brighten, the damp prison
I'm Nintendo 64 and you Mattel Intellivision
Bustin from no mo' trey-eights, now papi weight
This joint is like a Ruger, watch it roar like a cougar
And we gotta, move on the dancefloor
And work it out all night that's what you came here for
Just chem', I fills it to the rim, your shine is lookin dim
Daddy shine the light on him, ahem it's me
Leader of the Starfleet Force
Guaranteed to knock your joint off course, we took the loss?
Damn right, sure as Tina made Ike
We gonna put it in your noggin all night, and all day
The Trilateral Commision we dissin
Tellin citizens be straight, but like snakes they hissin
I'll be damned if I let his song fall to the side
Goin piggybackin shit, let's ride, c'mon

I put it down, now what you gonna do (8X)
Hey, now, what you gonna do, with yourself, hah? (4X)

When you hear this, recognize you hear love
MC nigga illin over b-boy dubs
Riding through the shit like Tron
Doesn't matter if you onboard, do you wanna get on?
Cause if you do, watch all the moves that we make
Gotta do the things right, ain't no time for mistake
It's the hip-hop cat that can't, fuck with Jake
Just because he wear a badge doesn't, mean he straight so
What you wanna swallow it down or let's take it
Disregard those who fake it, yo it doesn't matter
About the realm, hip-hop is to the helm
It's divine to hit the mind like slippery elms
So put it down man, put it on down
Put it down man, put it on down
Put it down woman, put it on down
Put it down man, put it on down
Put it down man, whatchu gonna do
Put it down woman, whatchu gonna do
A-put it down man, whatchu gonna do
Put it down woman, whatchu gonna do

('Hey' repeats in background for a bit)

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