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Release Therapy: Acapellas, Ludacris
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2007

 
Duration: 56:50  
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Price for album: 1.12 (discount 20%)  

 
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Title / Artist     Duration Bitrate Size (Mb) Price Download
1
Warning (Intro) Lyrics 02:21 160 2,45 0.10
2
Grew Up A Screw Up (Ft Young Jeezy) Lyrics 03:23 160 3,83 0.10
3
Money Maker (Ft Pharrell) Lyrics 03:20 176 3,90 0.10
4
Girls Gone Wild Lyrics
10.9.8.7.6.5.4.3.2.1.

[Verse 1:]
Never scared to be different, the impossibles put into existance.
For instance, this is me. What did you expect from the 5th LP?
Gone for a minute now I'm back again.
Back to back, back to break backs again.
Put'em in the back seat of the 'lac again, and rip off the Magnam packagin'.
What's happenin I'm looking for some girls gone wild.(gone wild)
I'm just tryin to make these girls all smile(all smile).
And I'm gonna make'em dance, so I could see them shake they ass, then I put'em in a trance, till I get'em out they pants.
Then I'll take'em to a level they might've never been before, We gon hit the door. And then hit the floor, you'll get hit below.
I got somebody I want you to get ta know. ME. Feel this like Jack the Ripper, hip hop needs help so I'm back to flip her.
Flip her on her back cause I'm back to stick her and throw up on the track like it's full of liquor.

[Hook:]
You fellin kinda warm, like you was havin (sex)
You wetter than a storm like you was takin (X)
Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise, so baby close your eyes, get ready for what's(next)

[Verse 2:]
You looking at raps most consistant, man whatever they can't do I can.
What they want to be in the future I am, a hip-hop mogul's right where I staaand.
Goddam I'm good, stretch another limit to music I should, do it like I know and how only I could.
Do it like a pro and how only I would.
Still I'm looking for some girls gone wild.(gone wild)
I'm just tryin to make these girls all smile(all smile).
And I'm gonna pour petron, till I get'em in the zone, and I'll get'em all alone, till I make'em wanna bone.
Then I'll take'em to a level they might've never been before, We gon hit the door. And then hit the floor, you'll get hit below.
I got somebody I want you to get ta know.
ME. L-U to the D-A-C to the R-I-S and yeah that's me. The gift to read minds got ESP. Hottest thing on the go since PSP.

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Wow, MC's, I bake'em. Put me in a circle of homies and I'ma break'em.
Might've took your brain a minute to process.
Could take the whole game a minute to top this.
Just figured out that I'm ahead of my time, wit a flow so fast I'm ahead of my rhyme.
Ya clock is off beat, better set it to mine. Wit a 6 year run have'n a helluva time.
Cause I'm always looking for some girls gone wild.(gone wild)
I'm just tryin to make these girls all smile(all smile).
And I'm gonna get high, till I make'em touch the sky, then I make'em wonder why, why why am I so fly?
Cause I took'em to a level they might've never been before, We gon hit the door. And then hit the floor, you'll get hit below.
I got somebody I want you to get ta know. ME. A millionire with extra paper. If you haven't heard go and ask your neighbor.
I'm like hot sauce with extra flavor, so put it on your tounge for your mouth to savor.

[Hook]
03:15 192 4,26 0.10
5
Ultimate Satisfaction (Ft Field Mob) Lyrics 04:06 160 4,65 0.10
6
Mouths To Feed Lyrics
Chorus: (x2)
Stop moving so slow
I got mouths to feed
hurry up and lets go
I got mouths to feed
rain, hail, sleet, snow
I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm bout to get to that paper

listen, look i gotta feed my family by all means necessary.
cus pay checks are coming up shorter than february.
can't get a real job, i never finished school.
cant get no new close, i wore the same tennis shoes.
but now the games changed,
i'm all about the hustle.
and even honkey knows best, im all about the muscle,
im all about my team,
i'm all about my green.
i'm 'bout supply and demand,
i'm 'bout to serve the fiends.
and i'm a working dream
i keep the circuit clean.
see im the fucking future, im a working machine
don't trust a soul im the only one watching my cream so i stay in heavy rotation like a washing machine

Chorus (x2)

motha fucka, im a monster in this game,
i turn twenty into fifty
fifty to a hundred and a hundred to a bentley
bentley to a building and a building to a scraper.
can't keep up with the news but i get taht daily paper.
and you's a daily hater cus my foot game is major.
after a while crocodile, see ya later alligator.
my baby need new shoes, her momma need guiseppe's
mercedes need new shoes surrounded with pirelli's
a finger to the world i paid my dues and im ready
to pack up all the tools and just cruise in the chevy
million dollars deals making moves on my cellie cus i owe it to my girl to put food in her belly

Chorus (x2)

wake up and smell the coffee. its time to make the donuts
a kid who had a kid, my kid made me a grown up
you ever threaten mines i wont resist to put the chrome up
my guns'll be like gang signs (always getting thrown up)
atlanta put your zone up
we true to these streets
i got 12 hungry artists, whole crew gotta eat
so hell no i dont sleep i'm like an energizer battery
got 19 employees i gotta pay they salaries
my momma quit her job and i retired my pops
got killers on the payroll, i hired some cops
i accept responsibility, they all pay rent
so if it dont make dollars then it dont make sense.

Chorus (x2)
03:39 176 4,27 0.10
7
End Of The Night (Ft Bobby Valentino) Lyrics 04:04 176 4,77 0.10
8
Woozy (Ft R Kelly) Lyrics 04:44 176 5,70 0.10
9
Tell It Like It Is Lyrics
[Little Kid:]
Daddy is that your car on TV?

[Ludacris:]
You better belive it is baby. Now go in the other room. Its about to be some grown fokes talkin here, ok...alright

Thangs aint always what they seem or cracked up to be
Like all these fakin ass rappers in this industry
Talkin bout what they got, and they dont got a damn thang
How you own three cars, but you dont own ya own name
Get your business right boys, the first class is in session
Get an entertainment lawyer in the music profession
Start up ya own company, trademark the name
Thats gunna run you bout a grand so start savin ya change
Open a bank account quick, and then follow these steps
Sign yourself to yourself, and start signin ya own checks
Hit the booth and start recordin at the speed of need
Whatever gets ya juices flowin, could be speed or weed
Get it mixed and mastered, pressed up and plastered
Sell it to ya whole hood, out the trunk ya bastard
Show all the non believers what you destined to be
And in just a couple years, you could be rich like me

[Chorus:]
I cant hold my tounge (Ima tell it like it is)
This biz aint all fun (Ima tell it like it is)
Give it to you, straight no taste (Ima tell it like it is)
Look you straight in ya face and Ima tell it like it is
[repeat]

See mostly all ya favorite artists got some serious problems
The money could be the problem but money cant solve 'em
Some get addicted to drugs and flat out lazy
Some taste a little fame and go flat out crazy
Im close cause those close wanna live off my fame
And that type of shit alone will drive a nigga insane
Not to mention all the vultures, the scandaless promoters
Crabs will try to sue ya, magazines will misquote ya
Most of these label heads they dont care nothin about ya
If ya stop sellin records, they'll act like they dont know ya
Its hard mixin business with pleasure, so dont play
Me and my crew argue and fight like every other day
Rappers aint above the law but our life is so fast
That we got a special task force of police on our ass
All that and this really just a start of it
Hip-Hop you really wanna be apart of it

[Chorus x2]

What's worse than havin no money, is havin it and losin it
What's worse than havin some money, is grabbin and abusin it
We never took no money from Chingy, thought i was cool with em
I wish his ass well, but i dont want nothin to do with em
Some don't own they publishin, me i dont fool with em
Im down for my artist, try my best to stay true to em
Cause outside my label, competition is irrelevant
Unless im still in competition with my president
And believe that Im supportin the hova
Cause the industry, Shady it needs to be taken over
But the first rule to accumulation the wealth
Is dont trust nobody but ya goddamn self

[Chorus x2]

[Little Kid:]
Daddy are you finished with grown folk talk?

[Ludacris:]
Yea baby, you can come back in here. Come give daddy a kiss. You know I love you right?

[Little Kid:]
And i love you always
03:39 160 3,96 0.10
10
War With God Lyrics
[Intro]
The time has come...for bad things to leave
The time has come...for life to begin
The time has come...for the war of the gods

It's that time
I'ma take the subtle approach first
Cause I'm just gettin started
Let's go

[1st Verse]
Look, I'm the best and there's nothing that you can do about it
Never needed a publicity stunt, let's tell the truth about it
Even in the core of the streets, you can't sway the youth about it
But keep runnin yo mouth, and I swear I'ma knock a tooth up out it
I never claimed to be nuthin but who the fuck I am
Never sold cocaine in my life, but I'm still the fuckin man
Understand, nuthin you did makes you better nigga
You claim the streets, but the streets respect that chedda nigga
Luda got twice as much yo life you can charge it to 'em
I fit four of your houses inside my daughters room
And still have room for young Karma to play
Givin back to the children of tommorrow, for good karma today
So you can say whatcha wanna say, and you can talk that talk
But real niggaz ain't doin no talkin cause we walk that walk
Album for album you can see I got a multimillion plan
So call yourself whatever you want cept the multimillion man

[2nd Verse]
How many times is you gon rap about busting your gun
How many times is you gon trap without busting your gun
Only shots you ever took were subliminal to the general
Disrespectin those doin real time with real criminals
And I ain't never did a day in my life
But it should be illegal to walk a day in my life
I paid the price and the cost to be the boss so you can rest your mouth
I'm universal, Luda never limits himself to the south
I give a damn about ya hootin and hollerin, and it ain't botherin ME
I hear you talkin but you ain't made it to THREE
You know where I live, but you ain't made it to ME
You ain't made nigga
I'm havin a house party, kid come get played nigga
You got played, my record label never jerked me
So shoot me, stab me, but words will never hurt me
I feed off your energy, my powers with God
So it's even better if you make ya diss record real hard...

[3rd Verse]
See even without the bass and all that treble I'm as hot as the devil
And I work for the top floor, homie get on my level
I've been stripped away of powers 'cause I gave you my blessin'
So it'll take more than majority vote to win this election
Man, mixtapes or not my resumee is too hot
And I warned them that I was coming, I got the number 1 spot
So unless you using tampons, quit acting stuck up
And do like your records say, or shut the fuck up
03:43 160 4,19 0.10
11
Do Your Time (Ft Beanie Sigel Pimp C And C-Murder) Lyrics 05:02 176 5,83 0.10
12
Slap Lyrics
I know it's strange
But my brain's gone really insane
And I'm off the chain
Sippin' on a fifth for the Golden Grain
I feel like slappin' a nigga today
(Slap, slap)
Slappin' a nigga today
I feel like slappin' a nigga today
(Slap, slap)
Slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today
[2x]

This morning I woke up
On the wrong side of the bed (Bed)
I'm sick of people puttin' lies in my head (Head)
I don't really wanna work
I'm tired, I hate my 9 to 5
And I'm thinking
'Bout killin' my boss today
(Killin' my boss today)
I'm thinking 'bout killin' my boss today
(It's just a thought man)
Killin' my boss today (Yeah)

Yesterday my best friend died (Died)
Somebody came and took his life (Life)
Now I'm looking up at the sky
Have you ever seen a grown man cry?
And I'm asking
Why did you take him away?
Why did you take him away?
I'm asking
Why did you take him away?
(Why'd you take him)
Why did you take him away? (Hey)

I need some money please (Please)
I can barely make it on these streets (These streets)
'Cause I got a couple mouths to feed
My baby's in dire need
So I'm thinking 'bout robbin' a bank today
Robbin' a bank today
I'm thinking 'bout robbin' a bank today
Robbin' a bank today (Real talk)

Baby mama's at home and fussin' (Fussin')
Callin' up my mobile cussin' (cussin')
Always yappin' about this and that
But she really don't be talkin' 'bout nothin'
Somebody take my pain away
(Take my pain away)
Take my pain away (Please)
Somebody take my pain away (Hey)
Take my pain away (I can't take it)

I know it's strange
But my brain's gone really insane
And I'm off the chain
Sippin' on a fifth for the Golden Grain
I feel like slappin' a nigga today
(Slap, slap)
Slappin' a nigga today
I feel like slappin' a nigga today
(Slap, slap)
Slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today
[2x]

Somebody just broke in my ride (Ride)
Snatched up everything inside (Inside)
Even got my 45
How am I supposed to survive
When I know that my stereo's taken away
(Stereo's taken away)
When I know that my stereo's taken away
(I need my music, man)
Stereo's taken away (Hey)

Gas prices are way too high (High)
Rich people are way too fly (Fly)
And I'm not where I wanna be in my life
But, why am I so behind?
Is it cause I'm wasting my time away?
(Wasting my time away)
Is it cause I'm wasting my time away?
(Too lazy)
Wasting my time away
(I can't help it)

My grandmama's nerves are bad (Bad)
And everybody in the hood is mad (Mad)
Cause President Bush could give
A damn about our ass
So I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say
(Don't say nothin')
Shit that he has to say
I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say
Shit that he has to say (Woo)

Troops gone and we still at war (War)
Nobody even really knows what for (What for)
Even more I'm scared to find
What the world really has in store
Cause you know that
Tomorrow's not promised today
(It's not promised man)
Tomorrow's not promised today
Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today
(Live like today could be your last man!)
Tomorrow's not promised today (Hey)

I know it's strange
But my brain's gone really insane
And I'm off the chain
Sippin' on a fifth for the Golden Grain
I feel like slappin' a nigga today
(Slap, slap)
Slappin' a nigga today
I feel like slappin' a nigga today
(Slap, slap)
Slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today
[4x]
04:24 176 5,29 0.10
13
Runaway Love (Ft Mary J Blige) Lyrics 04:24 160 4,88 0.10
14
Freedom Of Preach (Ft Bishop Eddie Lee Long) Lyrics 06:52 176 8,24 0.10