Daily Song Lyrics

 

Do you know?

Do you know?

Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?

Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?

Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on

the door has changed?

If birds flying south is a sign of changes

At least you can predict this every year

Love, you never know the minute it ends suddenly

I can’t get it to speak

Maybe if I knew all the things it took to save us

I could fix the pain that bleeds inside of me

Look in your eyes to see something about me

I’m standing on the edge and I don’t know what else to give.

Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?

Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?

Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on

the door has changed?

How can I love you?

How can I love you?

How can I love you?

How can I love you?

If you just don’t talk to me, babe.

I flow through my act

There’s a question: Is she needed?

And decide all the man I can ever be.

Looking at the last 3 years like I did

I could never see us ending like this.

(Do you know?)

Seeing your face no more on my pillow

Is a scene that’s never ever happened to me.

(Do you know?)

But after this episode I don’t see

You could never tell the next thing life could be

Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?

Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?

Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on

the door has changed?

Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?

Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?

Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on

the door has changed?

(Do you know?)

(Do you know?)

(Do you know?)

(Do you know?)

Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?

Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?

Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock

on the door has changed?

Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?

(Do you know how it feels?)

Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock

on the door has changed?

(Do you know how it feels?)

(Do you know? Do you know? Do you know? Do you?)

(Do you know? Do you know? Do you know? Do you?)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]

I change places, to prevent catchin’ the cases

Races, in the faces, hall at you laces

This is a hit, let’s see if homicide trace this

[Verse 1]

The only thing hotter than my flow is the block (inhale and exhale)

That’s why I left this snow biz, and got into show biz

Let’s get this clear, it ain’t on ’til I say it’s on, (pause), it’s on

I’m eatin’, ya’ll niggas fastin’ like it’s Rimadon

Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb

I be at the edge of the bar, sippin’ a Don

I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it’s on

This worries bump, I can’t go wrong, my team’s too strong

You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long

Why you broke? cat’s buy the by lines and fantasize

The way I’m spittin’, put TV’s in everything I’m sittin’

While I’m hot to death, I’m gonna say this to all you playa haters

Ya’ll should hate the game, not the playas (c’mon)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

I change places, to prevent catchin’ the cases

Races, in the faces, hall at you laces

This is a hit, let’s see if homicide trace this

(50 Cent, let’s see if homicide trace this)

[Verse 2]

Everyday is bugged, niggas’ll come to a club

To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love

Now, what you think you chump me, If I let you bump me

When I’m about to make a mill, faster than you make a G (haha)

I know I lie, it’s a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor

And in the crack game, I’m a franchise player

Niggas be thinkin’ I be out to lunch with mines

Then in crunch time, I start hittin’ ‘em hard with punch lines

You cats got to be sick, to think 50 can’t spit

Better check my batting average, I always make hits

My flows leave these rap cats ketro (ketro), all across the metro (metro)

Plus I pack a cannon, up under my marple cannon

They fake, they look like money, but ain’t worth half the cake

Have me runnin’ from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes

They want to knock me take, for Christ sakes

[Chorus]

(50 Cent, let’s see if homicide trace this)

I change places, to prevent catchin’ the cases

Races, in the faces, hall at you laces

This is a hit, let’s see if homicide trace this

(50 Cent, let’s see if homicide trace this)

I change places, to prevent catchin’ the cases

Races, in the faces, hall at you laces

This is a hit, let’s see if homicide trace this

(50 Cent, let’s see if homicide trace this)

[Verse 3]

Yo, son remember them fake playas

Who try to play us at The Shark Club in Vegas

Had them tight linen blazers, and beat up gators

Lookin’ like last year’s playas, (pause)

Yeah, I could tell they dough was low

When we came through the do’

I copped a case of Cristal, and copped one bottle of Mo

From the looking through face, and the bulge in his waist, he holdin’

(Yeah he’s packin’, I can see his rack

The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him son)

Yeah, so I expect look like they ain’t had a run, since ‘ 81

They ain’t here on a hunt for food,

So they could catch you, some cash, and expensive jewels

I’m gonna crash ‘em with this bottle if he move

I ain’t the one son, my shit ain’t come easy

It won’t go easy, believe me

[Chorus: repeat 3X]

I change places, to prevent catchin’ the cases

Races, in the faces, hall at you laces

This is a hit, let’s see if homicide trace this

(50 Cent, let’s see if homicide trace this)

Watch as the room rocks

Men only moonwalk

Mixed media slang

Banging in your boom box verbal violence

Lyrical stylist

In a time when rock hip hop rhymes are childish

You can’t tempt me with rhymes that are empty

Rapping to a beat doesn’t make you an MC

With your lack of skill and facility

You’re killing me

And a DJ in the group just for credibility

I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes

You’re not an emcee if someone else writes your lines

And rapping over rock doesn’t make you a pioneer

Cause rock and hip hop have collaborated for years

But now they’re getting randomly mixed and matched up

All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck

So how does it stack up? None of it’s real

You want to be an emcee you’ve got to study the skill

Who can rock a rhyme like this?

Bring it to you every time like this?

Who can rock a rhyme like this?

Step, step up, step, step up

So you pick up a pen and write yourself a new identity

But mentally you don’t have the hip hop energy

With a tendency to make up stories

Sounding like the only hip hop you’ve heard is top 40

And your record company is completely missing it

All the kids are dissing it for not being legitimate

So in a battle you can’t hack it

React with whack shit

And get smacked with verbal back flips

Get your ass kicked by fabulous battle catalysts

It’s taken decades for emcees to establish this

You’re new to hip hop and welcome if your serious

But not on the mic

Leave that to the experienced

(Using the waves of sound the true master paralyzes his opponents, leaving him

vulnerable to attack)

[Chorus (2x)]

(After years of pain staking research by the world’s leading sound scientists, we

here at the sound institute have invented a reliable audio weapons system. Actual

movement of musical sound in space used to carefully attack and neutralize the

cellular structure of the human body, and the question must be asked.)

[Chorus (2x)]