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Lookin' at Me

Diddy

Harlem World

1997

lookin' for? 
Can't a young man get money anymore? 
Let my pants sag down to the floor 
Really do it matter as long as I score? 
Can't my car look

lookin' for? 
Can't a young man get money anymore? 
Let my pants sag down to the floor 
Really do it matter as long as I score? 
Can't my car look

pushing on her pelvis
See my tattoo of Elvis when I'm tearing up her cat

I'm a perfect imperfection
My craft has been perfected
I just need affection

stand in front of the mirror
With a string around my neck and that guitar
And I tried to look like Elvis
Then my brother Dave taught me a couple

and the trees
And smiles on the faces of the people that feel like me

Stop, stop, stop
Take a look around
Stop, stop
Look at what you've already got now

Listen here you little nincompoop
I tell you a story about a little campfire
I had in the summer of '69
I was little
Eeny weeny, kid
And you didn't

to listen what I'm talking about
Because you're stressed out there's no doubt
All you need to do right now is shout

So stop now, look around
Don't pretend

I love the days
When I listen
To my records
One by one I put them on
And I feel better
Like Emmy Lou
Kentucky Blue
Singing sweetly to my soul

somethin brand new
Oh yeah by the way the name’s young shmoo
Listen up boy I’m just startin I ain’t ever gonna stop, foo
Named Young Shmoo just to honor my

2050
No no no

You better stop look and listen
To the words that are coming through
On the tv screen on the news today
All the things we learned in

you stop and listen
To the words of this song

Richard Scott Jacobs
Elvis Aaron Publishing/BMI

copied
I been grinding every day and night
I Told em that they can't stop me
Didn't listen now I'm outta sight
Press Play On Mines yeah!
Press skip on your

you to stop and you didn't Listen
She got a couple of vices
Personally, I don't mind it
We can just fuck tonight
It's better when it's on sight
Let all

Woah I'm a big shot with the head rock twin glocks - Shakewell
Make another check at a pit stop
Rick Ross with da big body tell my team to meet in

the hell tried to get by?
They don’t want me to feel fine, and I cannot believe it 
When it all has been said and been done
The trust I have for you niggas

why I look at God kinda odd
Cause these are the cards that he deal us
[?] can't feel us, Medicare can't heal us
And the mamas can't stop us
And these

far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the archangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In

got my on vibe
Look in the mirror and ask myself how do i do it say how do i do it
I stand on the ground and don't listen to noise
Try to influence

the bar
Just bought a brand new car
Been a star
You a bitch by far
Stop saying you not, state what are
And The best we are
Like Royce roll in the double R

can't even imagine what your DM look like (woo, ooh)
I see the future, you what my BM look like (huh, ooh)
Say you got a man, that don't even look right

Boss Up

Esham

Repentance

2003

dollars and they made by Maury
My shit's ridiculous, got gold in my toilet stool
And bitches want to swear there's diamonds in my swimmin pool
"He's so

of a broken king run down by the deals
Neck the toxins until the darkness come real
Come and listen now to this
Sing the sorrows unreal of a broken king run

The TV is truly god
Don't question me, it's not odd
Quit complaining, listen to your heart
It was wrong from the start
Stop all of your thinking

Stop, Look, Listen

MC Lyte

Eyes on This

1989

get from a stabber in the back

	Stop, stop
	Look, look
	Listen

[ VERSE 3 ]
M.C. - Master of Creativity
Rappin is the activity
Rhyme is the sport, let