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    Linkin Park Nov 30, 2004 Ⓟ Warner Bros. Records Inc. and Roc-A-Fella Records, LLC.
    # Title Duration
    1
    Dirt Off Your Shoulder / Lying from You Lyrics 04:04
    2
    Big Pimpin' / Papercut Lyrics 02:36
    3
    Jigga What / Faint Lyrics 03:31
    4
    Numb / Encore Lyrics 03:25
    5
    Izzo / In the End Lyrics 02:44
    6
    Points of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer Lyrics 04:55
    I ordered a frappuccino.
    Where’s my fucking frappuccino?
    Alright, let’s do this.
    
    When I pretend everything is what I want it to be,
    I look exactly like what you had always wanted to see,
    When I pretend, I can forget about the criminal I am,
    Stealin’ second after second just ’cause I know I can,
    But I can’t pretend this is the way it’ll stay,
    I’m just trying to bend the truth,
    I can’t pretend I’m who you want me to be,
    So I’m lying my way from..
    
    If you feelin’ like a pimp Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off,
    Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off,
    Nigga is crazy baby, don’t forget that boy told you,
    Get, that, dirt off your shoulder.
    
    I probably owe it to y’all, proud to be locked by the force,
    Tryin’ to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche,
    Feelin’ no remorse, feelin’ like my hand was forced,
    Middle finger to the law, Nigga, grippin’ my balls,
    All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin’,
    All the ballers is bouncin’ they like the way I be leanin’,
    All the rappers be hatin’, off the track that I’m makin’,
    But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it,
    Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pops,
    Nigga London, Japan and I’m straight off the block,
    Like a running back, get it man, I’m straight off the block,
    I can run it back, Nigga, cause I’m straight with the Roc.
    
    If you feelin’ like a pimp Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off,
    Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off,
    Niggaz is crazy baby, don’t forget that boy told you,
    Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
    
    You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder,
    You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder,
    You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder,
    You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder.
    
    Your homie Hov’ in position, in the kitchen with soda
    I just whipped up a watch, tryin’ to get me a Rover
    Tryin’ to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir,
    Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers’ll test ya,
    But like, fifty-two cards when I’m, I’m through dealin,
    Now, fifty-two bars come out, now you feel ‘em,
    Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling,
    In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin’,
    With a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve,
    At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen,
    I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean,
    No chrome on the wheels, I’m a grown-up for real.
    
    Yeah, I remember what they taught to me,
    Remember condescending talk of who I outta be,
    Remember listenin’ to all of that and this again,
    So I pretended up a person who was fittin’ in,
    And now you think this person really is me,
    And I’m trying to bend the truth,
    But, the more I push, the more I’m pullin’ away,
    ‘Cause I’m lying my way from you.
    
    (No, no turning back now),
    I wanna be pushed aside,
    So let me go,
    (No, no turning back now),
    Lemme take back my life,
    I’d rather be all alone,
    (No turning back now),
    Anywhere on my own,
    ‘Cause I can see,
    (No, no turning back now),
    The very worst part of you,
    The very worst part of you,
    Is me.
    
    This isn’t what I wanted to be,
    I never thought that what I said,
    Would have you running from me,
    Like this,
    This isn’t what I wanted to be,
    I never thought that what I said,
    Would have you runnin’ from me,
    Like this (like this),
    This isn’t what I wanted to be,
    I never thought that what I said,
    Would have you running from me,
    Like this (like this),
    This isn’t what I wanted to be,
    I never thought that what I said,
    Would have you running from me,
    Like this.
    
    You..
    
    (No turning back now),
    I wanna be pushed aside,
    So let me go,
    (No, no turning back now),
    Lemme take back my life,
    I’d rather be all alone,
    (No turning back now),
    Anywhere on my own,
    ‘Cause I can see,
    (No, no turning back now),
    The very worst part of you,
    The very worst part of you,
    Is me.
    
    Biatch!
    Hahaha
    You’re wasting your talent, Randy
    
    It’s like I’m paranoid, looking over my back
    It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head
    It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within
    It’s like the face inside is right…
    
    Why does it look like night today?
    Something in here’s not right today
    Why am I so uptight today?
    Paranoia’s all I got left
    I don’t know what stressed me first
    Or how the pressure was fed
    But, I know just what it feels like
    To have a voice in the back of my head
    It’s like a face that I hold inside
    A face that awakes when I close my eyes
    A face that watches every time they lie
    A face that laughs every time they fall
    (And watches everything)
    So I know that, when it’s time to sink or swim
    That the face inside is hearing me
    Right underneath my skin
    
    It’s like I’m paranoid, looking over my back
    It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head
    It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within
    It’s like the face inside is right…
    
    You know I thug ‘em, fuck ‘em, love ‘em, leave ‘em
    Cause I don’t fucking need ‘em
    Take ‘em out the ‘hood, keep ‘em lookin’ good
    But I don’t fucking feed ‘em
    First time they fuss I’m breezing, talking about: What’s the reason?
    I’m a pimp in every sense of the word bitch
    Better trust and believe him
    In the cut where I keep ‘em
    Til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
    Then it’s, beep, beep and I’m pickin ‘em up
    Let ‘em play with the dick in the truck
    Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
    Divorce him and split his bucks
    Just because you got good head, I’m gonna break bread
    So you can be livin’ it up? Shit I..
    Parts with nothin’, y’all be frontin’
    Me give my heart to a woman?
    Not for nothin’, never happen I’ll be forever mackin’
    Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
    I got no patience
    And I hate waitin’…
    Hoe get yo’ ass in
    And let’s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE… check ‘em out now
    RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
    And let’s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE… check ‘em out now
    RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
    
    We doin’… big pimpin’, we spendin’ G’s
    Check ‘em out now
    Big pimpin’, on B.L.A.D.’s
    We doin’… big pimpin’ up in N.Y.C.
    It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
    Yo yo yo.. big pimpin’, spendin’ G’s
    We doin’… big pimpin’, on B.L.A.D.’s
    We doin’… big pimpin’ up in N.Y.C.
    It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
    You gonna lead the vocal in, right?
    
    Mother fuckers wanna act loco, hit ‘em up wit, numerous
    shots with the fo’-fo’
    Faggots runnin’ to the Po-Po’s, smoke ‘em like cocoa
    Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
    Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
    Left holes through some guy clothes
    Stop your bullshittin’, glock with the full clip
    Mother fuckers better duck when the fool spit
    One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
    See the nigga layin’ shocked when the bullet hit
    I hate my high youth, no niggaz wanna buy you
    But see me I wanna fuck for free
    Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it inside your belly,
    If it’s tight get the K-Y Jelly
    All night get you wide up inside the telly
    Side to side, ’til you say Jay-Z you’re too much for me
    
    I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
    Handful of complaints but I can’t help the fact that everyone can see these scars
    I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel
    But it’s like no matter what I do, I can’t convince you to just believe this is real
    So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
    Face away and pretend that I’m not, but I’ll be here ’cause you’re all that I got
    
    Got a condo with nothin’ but condoms in it
    The same place where the rhymes is invented
    So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
    See how I was flowin’ on my last cassette?
    Rapid-fire like I’m blastin’ a Tec, never jam though
    Never get high, never run out of ammo
    Niggaz hatin’ and shit cause I slayed your bitch
    You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
    And now you’re, actin’ raw but you never had war
    Don’t know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
    Now she’s mad at me, causer Your Majesty, just happened to be a pimp
    What a tragedy
    She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with friends
    She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
    I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, Shit..
    there’s a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!
    
    I am a little bit insecure, a little unconfident
    Cause you don’t understand, I do what I can but sometimes I don’t make sense
    I am what you never wanna say, but I’ve never had a doubt
    It’s like no matter what I do, I can’t convince you for once just to hear me out
    So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
    Face away and pretend that I’m not, but I’ll be here ’cause you’re all that I got
    
    I can’t feel
    The way I did before
    Don;t turn your back on me
    I won’t be ignored
    Time won’t heal
    This damage anymore
    Don’t turn your back on me
    I won’t be ignored
    
    No
    Hear me out now
    You’re gonna listen to me
    Like it or not
    Right now
    Hear me out now
    You’re gonna listen to me
    Like it or not
    Right now
    
    I can’t feel
    The way I did before
    Don’t turn your back on me
    I won’t be ignored
    
    I can’t feel
    The way I did before
    Don’t turn your back on me
    I won’t be ignored
    Time won’t heal
    This damage anymore
    Don’t turn your back on me
    I won’t be ignored
    
    I can’t feel
    Don’t turn your back on me
    I won’t be ignored
    Time won’t heal
    Don’t turn your back on me
    I won’t be ignored
    Thank you, thank you, thank you, You’re far too kind.
    Let’s go
    
    Can I get a encore?
    Do you want more?
    Cookin’ raw with the Brooklyn boy
    So, for one last time, I need y’all to roar.
    
    Now, what the hell are you waiting for?
    After me, there shall be no more
    So, for one last time, nigga, make some noise
    
    Get ‘em, Jay
    
    Who you know fresher than Hov?
    Riddle me that
    The rest of y’all know where I’m lyrically at
    Can’t none of y’all mirror me back
    Yeah, hearin’ me rap is like hearin’ G. Rap in his prime
    I’m young H.O.: Rap’s Grateful Dead
    Back to take over the globe-now break bread
    I’m in Boeing jets, Global Express
    Out the country but the blueberry still connect
    On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
    But when you young what the fuck you expect? (yep, yep)
    Grand openin’-grand closin’
    God damn, your man Hov cracked the can open again
    Who you gon’ find doper than him with no pen?
    Just draw off inspiration
    Soon you gon’ see you can’t replace him (him)
    With cheap imitations for these generations
    
    Can I get a encore? Do you want more?
    Cookin’ raw with the Brooklyn boy
    So, for one last time, I need y’all to roar
    
    Now, what the hell are you waiting for?
    
    After me, there shall be no more
    So, for one last time, nigga, make some noise
    What the hell are you waiting for?
    Look what you made me do, look what I made for you.
    Knew if I paid my dues how will they pay you?
    When you first come in the game they try to play you
    Then you drop a couple of hits-look how they wave to you
    From Marcy to Madison Square
    To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yeah)
    As fate would have it Jay’s status appears
    To be at an all-time high-perfect time to say goodbye
    When I come back like Jordan wearin’ the 4, 5
    It ain’t to play games with you
    It’s to aim at you-probably maim you
    If I owe you I’ll blow you to smithereens
    Cocksucka’, take one for your team
    And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
    I came, I saw, I conquered
    From record sales to sold-out concerts
    So muh’fucka’, if you want this encore
    I need you to scream ’til your lungs get sore
    
    I’m tired of being what you want me to be
    Feeling so faithless
    Lost under the surface
    Don’t know what you’re expecting of me
    Put under the pressure
    Of walking in your shoes
    (Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
    Every step that I take is another mistake to you
    (Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
    And every second I waste is more than I can take
    
    I’ve become so numb, I can’t feel you there
    Become so tired, so much more aware
    I’m becoming this
    All I want to do
    Is be more like me, and be less like you
    
    I’ve become so numb
    (Can I get a encore? Do you want more?) (more, more, more)
    I’ve become so numb
    (So, for one last time, I need y’all to roar)
    One last time, I need y’all to roar
    This is fun
    
    Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the
    astonishing…
    H to the izz-O…V to the izz-A…
    
    Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
    The flow o’ the century…always timeless…HOV!
    (That’s awesome)
    Thank you for coming out tonight
    You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with us
    We appreciate that…
    
    Uhh, H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
    Fo’ shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
    Was herbin’ em in the home of the Terrapins
    Got it dirt cheap for them
    Plus if they was short wit’ cheese I would work wit’ them
    Boy and we…got rid of that dirt for them
    Wasn’t born hustlers I was burpin’ em
    H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
    Fo’ sheezy my neezy keep my arms so freezy
    Can’t leave rap alone the game needs me
    Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain’t easy
    Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in
    But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky
    H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
    Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me
    Therefore he doesn’t exist
    So poof…vamoose son of a bitch
    
    H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
    Fo’ shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in V.A.
    H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
    That’s the anthem get’cha damn hands up
    H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
    Not guilty ya’ll got-ta feel me
    H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
    (check it out, yo)
    
    (It starts with… One)
    One thing, I don’t know why
    It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
    Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
    To explain in due time
    (All I know)
    Time is a valuable thing
    Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
    Watch it count down to the end of the day
    The clock ticks life away
    (It’s so unreal)
    Didn’t look out below
    Watched the time go right out the window
    Tried to hold on, but didn’t even know
    I wasted it all just to
    (Watch you go)
    I kept everything inside
    And, even though I tried, it all fell apart
    What it meant to me will eventually be
    A memory of a time when I tried so…
    
    H-to-the-izz-O, v-to-the-izz-A, LP, jay-z, help me out
    (aw, they having a good ‘ol time out there)
    it starts with… h-to-the-izz-O, v-to-the-izz-A, LP, jay-z, help me out
    (aw, they having a good ‘ol time out there)
    it starts with… h-to-the-izz-O, v-to-the-izz-A, LP, jay-z, help me out
    (yes, indeed, ladies and gentlemen)
    If you havin’ girl problems I feel bad for you, son
    I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one
    Hit me…
    
    He’s got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
    Foes that wanna make sure his casket’s closed
    Rap critics who say he’s “Money, Cash, Hoes”
    He’s from the hood, stupid, what type of facts are those?
    If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
    You’re celebratin’ the minute you was havin’ dough
    So like fuck critics: You can kiss our whole asshole
    If you don’t like my lyrics you can press fast-forward
    Got beef with radio if I don’t play they show
    They don’t play our hits-well I don’t give a shit, so
    All these mags tryin’ use our ass
    So advertisers can give ‘em more cash for ads
    Fuckers, I don’t know what you take us as
    Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
    From rags to riches, we ain’t dumb
    I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one
    Hit me
    
    Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one
    If you havin’ girl problems I feel bad for you, son
    I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one
    
    Year’s 94 and my trunk is raw,
    And in my rear view mirror is the motha’ fuckin’ law.
    Got two choices y’all, pull over the car, or,
    Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor.
    An’ I ain’t tryin’ to see no highway chase with Jay,
    And I got a few dollars so I can fight the case,
    So I pull over to the side of the road,
    I heard, Son, do you know what I’m stoppin’ you for
    “Cause I’m young and I’m black and my hat’s real low
    Do I look like a mind reader sir? I don’t know
    Hey, am I under arrest or should I guess some mo’
    Well you were doin’ 55 in a fifty-four…
    License and registration and step outta the car
    Are you carryin’ a weapon on you, I know a lotta you are!
    I ain’t stepping outta shit, all my paper’s legit!
    Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?
    Well my glove compartment’s locked, so’s the trunk in back,
    And I know my rights, so you’re gonna need a warrant for that! Heh.
    Aren’t you sharp as a tack? You do some kinda law or something,
    Somebody important or somethin’?
    Huh, I ain’t passed the bar, but I know a little bit,
    Enough that you won’t illegally search my shit!
    Well we’ll see how smart you are when the canines crawl.
    
    I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
    Hit me!
    
    Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
    If you havin’ girl problems I feel bad for you, son
    I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one
    Hit me!
    
    Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
    If you havin’ girl problems I feel bad for you, son
    I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one
    Hit me!
    
    Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
    If you havin’ girl problems I feel bad for you, son
    I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one
    
    Now once upon a time not too long ago
    A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe