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    "I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight (Remix)" Lyrics

    Jay-Z

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    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
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    Now you dun heard a lot of talk about me and my niggaz
    Them outlaw world-wide my figures.
    From triumph to tragedy,
    To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me.
    For pushin that big truck on 24's a square feat in ATL game (?)
    Man dats what my nigga got shot for,
    bein to motha fuckin wrong for dis footballs.
    See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it
    Misery loves pumpin me
    And that's the real shit
    But in 2005 im on some ill shit
    Four niggaz sneak upon my and peel this.
    I'm takin a stand when i get in home killa, like them niggaz in pakistan
    It's simple, gotta git em fore' i die like the old west see how we low tex da ride.

    (Chorus)
    I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.
    Now your baby dun became a G.
    When i'm out in them streets
    the only one that got me is me.
    I keep my hand upon my heat.
    Cause you know mama,
    you didn't raise no bitch
    so if a nigga wanna get at me
    I be out in them streets, my thang cocked
    Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
    Real talk.

    Everyday is a new challenge
    I'm a savage in my new balance
    A lot of rappers but not enough raw talent
    Blame the machine but fuck it i'm a hustla bitch
    So we start our own label sellin' bricks lajit
    Power to the people
    A lot of power in my pencil
    We da hope for the hopeless
    The voice for the voiceless
    Outlaw soliers, we still in the game
    Years later last members fuckin feelin the same.
    Straight from the heart
    makin em walk
    Live for the day dont wait for tomorrow
    Hatas gettin they wrong
    I seen tha streets rap
    Rounda tough with some niggaz
    I seen (?) put religion in the roughs of some niggaz.
    They say gansgtaz dont live that long
    Too many turn-coals
    Thats fucked up puttin cuffs on your folks
    Coincidental the outlawz instrumental
    And raisin a thug nation we influential

    Them outlaw world-wide my figures.
    From triumph to tragedy,
    To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me.
    For pushin that big truck on 24's a square feat in ATL game (?)
    Man dats what my nigga got shot for,
    bein to motha fuckin wrong for dis footballs.
    See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it
    Misery loves pumpin me
    And that's the real shit
    But in 2005 im on some ill shit
    Four niggaz sneak upon my and peel this.
    I'm takin a stand when i get in home killa, like them niggaz in pakistan
    It's simple, gotta git em fore' i die like the old west see how we low tex da ride.

    (Chorus)
    I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.
    Now your baby dun became a G.
    When i'm out in them streets
    the only one that got me is me.
    I keep my hand upon my heat.
    Cause you know mama,
    you didn't raise no bitch
    so if a nigga wanna get at me
    I be out in them streets, my thang cocked
    Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
    Real talk.

    Yea, My mother aint made no suppa
    Raised in the gutta
    I'm a made mutha fucka.
    All I know is get paid motha fucka
    All day motha fucka
    One way or anotha
    And aint no body no where that can stop me
    Call me cachy you tennis im hockey
    Mix a little bit of pocky-ocky with black rocky in my pocks you got me.
    Real tall I never took a shall unless it was support
    Im stressin aint my thought
    And I walk these dogs im a soldier
    dontcha wanna be like me when you grow up?
    A man of honor commer
    Good calma
    Niggaz wants drama I got the problem solva
    Big ass Cig, Thats that shit
    plus the bully that a fully automatic.

    Them outlaw world-wide my figures.
    From triumph to tragedy,
    To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me.
    For pushin that big truck on 24's a square feat in ATL game (?)
    Man dats what my nigga got shot for,
    bein to motha fuckin wrong for dis footballs.
    See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it
    Misery loves pumpin me
    And that's the real shit
    But in 2005 im on some ill shit
    Four niggaz sneak upon my and peel this.
    I'm takin a stand when i get in home killa, like them niggaz in pakistan
    It's simple, gotta git em fore' i die like the old west see how we low tex da ride.

    (Chorus)
    I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.
    Now your baby dun became a G.
    When i'm out in them streets
    the only one that got me is me.
    I keep my hand upon my heat.
    Cause you know mama,
    you didn't raise no bitch
    so if a nigga wanna get at me
    I be out in them streets, my thang cocked
    Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
    Real talk.
    This song was submitted on October 11th, 2007 and last modified on March 25th, 2009.
    Thanks to rudxai for the contribution to this song.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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